Lewd squinting eyes, smiling with a wrinkled face, and a mouthful of big yellow teeth, Wan Li never expected that the first-level special agent of the Secret Martial Arts Bureau would be this kind of image.

After cultivating to the D level, the change of aura into the body temperament will produce a value bonus effect, and it is rare to have such a appearance after the bonus.

His name is Siwei, and he scorns Ai Si.

Although he was sent by the General Administration, Cui Jie seemed to have a very bad impression of the Secret Martial Arts Bureau, even if Jiang Baihui accidentally injured a second-level investigator when he was discussing with Wan Li, he didn't give Siwei face, a phone call, and asked Siwei to take him to the hospital.

According to the bad impression left by the two second-level investigators with low emotional intelligence last time, Wanli thought that there would be a little conflict, but he didn't expect that after Siwei arrived, he asked his subordinates about the cause of their injuries, so he grinned and waved his hands with big yellow teeth, and said, 'It's okay, it's okay', looking like a good old man.

He was very polite, and Cui Jie didn't want to take his half-level shelf too much: "I don't know what the airport party has gained from the special agent?" ”

"Nothing, nothing...... Oh, a little bit of a catch. According to the recollection of the crew involved, the plane had already entered the Jeseong area when the attacker jumped off the wing, so it is likely that the attacker is still in Jeseong. Si Wei said: "I hope Director Cui can coordinate the manpower to investigate." ”

"No problem." Cui Jie responded in one bite.

"If I find out about his whereabouts, I will ask my superiors for help, Director Cui should not act privately......"

"I know that."

Si Wei nodded: "Liu Miao, is Deputy Director Liu right?" And Wan Liyang, can you give me a brief description of the process of the Red Organization thugs attacking the Air China plane yesterday, and ...... Why did he suddenly retreat again? ”

Liu Miao and Wan Li glanced at each other, turned to Si Wei, and slowly told the story in detail, even the Red Organization's invitation to Wan Li was not hidden.

"Oh?" Si Wei smiled, didn't seem too surprised, and turned to Wan Li: "Classmate Wan Liyang, is it convenient to chat with me alone for five minutes?" ”

Liu Miao's face changed slightly, and Wan Li shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "Yes." ”

The two walked out of the ward one after the other, Liu Miao wanted to follow a little, but was stopped by Cui Jie shaking his head: "Asking you or Wan Liyang alone is within the scope of normal investigation, don't worry, the Secret Martial Arts Bureau is not so blatant." ”

Wen Jing and the others were all waiting outside the ward, and when they saw Wan Li coming out, Wen Jing immediately greeted them, holding a hospital gown in her hand: "Wan Liyang, you can make do with it first, don't always wear your upper body naked." ”

"What's the matter, I can only show you?" Wan Li shook his head and smiled: "This thing is not very lucky, there are no other clothes?" ”

"Lao Wang, they don't wear coats, a few of us...... Only Xiaoqi's sister's coat can you wear, do you want it? Wen Jing smiled.

"Well, I'd better wear this." Wan Li put the hospital gown on his body: "I'll tell you about the previous war later, I'll go and talk to that uncle alone, no need to follow." ”

"Oh."

At the edge of the corridor, Si Wei's opening remarks surprised Wan Li: "Wan Li Yang, I have to apologize to you for Qu Zheng and their two ignorant children, they misinterpreted the meaning of Zeng Ju, so that you and our Secret Martial Arts Bureau have some misunderstanding." ”

"Uh...... It's also wrong to mistake them for enemies and knock me out, it's all a misunderstanding, it's okay. ”

Si Wei laughed out with a mouthful of big yellow teeth: "It's good to solve the misunderstanding, Zeng Ju is also thinking about you, I'm afraid that you, a genius, will go astray." ”

"No, I have a number, hehe."

"It's good to have a number." Si Wei smiled: "The trigger conditions for your new ability are too special, I was afraid that you are still young and can't control yourself, and the temptation to imitate superpowers is very strong." But it looks like you have a lot of self-control, and you must not have rubbed Jiang Baihui's oil when you were studying before, right? ”

Wanli's face was slightly stiff, and he looked at Siwei who was smiling into a chrysanthemum face on the other side, and also smiled: "How can it be called rubbing oil when you bump and bump in the competition?" Haha......"

Si Wei shook his head and smiled: "Look, Zeng Ju's worries are not unreasonable, we don't want to and can't restrict your personal freedom, we just hope that you can control yourself, forget about the enemy, and ...... to peers like Jiang Baihui."

"Yes, I know."

"That's good." Si Wei turned around and said, "I won't talk to you about the invitation of the Red Organization, you must know it in your heart." I have other tasks, Xiao Lin will ask you to help take care of them for the time being. ”

Seeing Si Wei disappear at the top of the stairs, Wan Li twisted his eyebrows: "Heh, smiling tiger." However, the trigger conditions for simulated magic are a bit excessive...... For girls, only Jiang Baihui this time. ”

Back in the ward, Cui Jie and Liu Miao were a little surprised by the situation of Wan Li's return alone, Wan Li explained two sentences, thought for two seconds, and asked Cui Jie tentatively: "I don't think you seem to like the institution of the Secret Martial Arts Bureau very much?" ”

Cui Jie was slightly stunned, nodded and said, "It's not a secret, the people in the Martial Arts Bureau who know about the Secret Martial Arts Bureau don't like them." Unscrupulous means are one thing, the key is that they obviously belong to the subordinate organs of the Martial Arts Bureau, but they are not very willing to listen to the dispatch of the Martial Arts Bureau. ”

"This ...... Underling? But disobedient? Wanli frowned, puzzled.

"A large number of third-level executives, a small number of second-level investigators and first-level agents make up the body of the Secret Weapons Bureau. But in fact, in addition to them, the Secret Weapons Bureau also has a special intelligence officer position, the number of whom is unknown, and the identity is unknown. These people are not necessarily very strong, but they are definitely the top agents, hiding all over the world, even in the Red Organization, and sending back a lot of useful information for the country. ”

Wanli raised eyebrows, spy? Also in the Red Organization? It's normal, but the status should not be high, otherwise the Red Organization will be easy to solve...... "The identity of these people doesn't even know the head of the bureau?" ”

"There should be three or five." Cui Jie said uncertainly, "It's none of our business, you and Bai Hui have to graduate if you want to get in touch with these." After lunch in a while, let Bai Hui and them take you to enjoy the world's first spring in our spring city, and there is also the music fountain in Quancheng Square in the evening......"

……

The day passed quickly. That night, on the bed of the hotel, Wan Li hugged Wen Jing and told her about her fight with Jiang Baihui in the morning.

"Power unlocked? Wanli Yang, you can still become a muscle weirdo, quickly change and show me! ”

"Wow, that's handsome......"

"Don't pinch it, pinch it again, it doesn't hurt anymore, does it?" Wanli smiled.

Wen Jing's face tightened, and she hurriedly retracted her hand, and said angrily: "It hurts, stay away from me!" ”

"Alas...... You have to hurry up and practice, tomorrow we will take the boat back to Bincheng, we have to be separated for ten days and a half months, and then meet again, can you be A-grade? ”

"Let's fight for it......"

Wan Li smiled and pinched Wen Jing's little nose: "Come on, it's not early, let's sleep." ”

"Hmm."

The bed light went out, and the room fell silent.

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