Treehouse Building, 35 floors.

Bite. Pete, who was leaning back against the inner wall of the elevator, put his hands in his pockets and was thinking about things before the sound of the arrival of the floor pulled him back to reality.

One stands up, and Pete bounces himself off the inner wall of the elevator. Before the elevator doors could fully open, he came out sideways, while quickly scanning his surroundings, a habit he had developed over the years of joining the firing squad.

The 35th floor is the operational command center, and the operation teams that carry out tasks around the world are uniformly dispatched through the command center, and there will be a huge amount of information pouring into this floor at all times.

Pete walks in the five-meter-wide corridor, with rows of large glass walls on his left hand, and several cruise ships sailing on the boundless sea; On the right hand is the office area of the command center, which is also separated by a glass wall and a corridor.

The office area is neatly lined with hundreds of workstations, and busy staff shuttles through them. In the center of the office area is a circular platform surrounded by transparent holographic displays. The commander-in-chief, Fang Yeyou, usually sits on this high platform and gives orders.

But today, Pete didn't see Fang Yeyou's figure.

"Pete!" Lu Qiu saw Pete and trotted all the way out of the door.

Lu Qiu is in his 30s, wearing a light gray chiffon shirt, a navy blue professional skirt, and short hair with an open forehead, looking very shrewd and capable.

"Hello Sister Lu!" Pete bowed slightly to Lu Qiu, he didn't dare to underestimate this woman. Lu Qiu is Fang Yeyou's secretary and graduated from the University of Pennsylvania. Not to mention her history at the Wharton School back then, just now helping Fang Yeyou manage the firing squad and the cleaning team, the two executive departments that burn money like paper, she is indispensable in the annual astronomical fund allocation.

"Finally willing to come over?" Lu Qiu quipped.

"If you don't come to the year-end bonus, it will be gone," Pete asked, "What about Master You?" ”

"It's going to be in the big conference room upstairs." Lu Qiu said.

"Okay, I'll wait for him, called me yesterday and said let me talk about something." With that, Pete was about to push the door open and sit down.

"No, you're on the list of attendees as well." Lu Qiu stopped Pete.

"What's that?" Pete was a little confused, "When did I get this weight?" ”

"Come up," Lu Qiu looked at Pete's floral shirt and big pants, "I'll arrange for someone to change your clothes." ”

Pete waved his hand, as arrogant as a chivalrous man: "It's okay, I'm still wearing this dress and jumping over the parachute, isn't it just a small meeting." ”

"Are you sure?" Lu Qiu smiled.

"You Ye didn't know me on the first day, what kind of virtue do I have, can he not know? Sister Lu, you should be busy first, I will come when I go. Pete threw a chic "two-finger salute" at Lu Qiu, and turned away without looking back.

As the saying goes, a true hero never turns back, and Pete not only walked back in less than five minutes, but his ID card could not open the elevator to the upper floor, and he could only push open the fire door of the fire escape in a gloomy manner.

The class system is really deadly, Pete is broken in his heart as he climbs the stairs. In fact, as the leader of the firing squad, Pete's authority is already very high, but on the floor above the command center, except for senior managers like Fang Yeyou, no one below can directly brush the elevator to go up.

"Holy."

The fire escape door on the 36th floor was pushed open, and Pete was startled by the scene in front of him.

The vestibule of the large conference room, the architectural style of a star-rated hotel, is romantic and solemn. The black marble floor is a beautiful reflection of the crystal chandelier overhead. At the center of the foyer is a fountain pool with a solid gold swan sculpture and a flock of colourful koi swimming in the pool.

What surprised Pete was not the graceful antechamber, but the people in the antechamber. The space large enough to hold a dressage ball was filled with heavily armed firing officers. They were divided into two phalanxes and lined up neatly on either side, with a passage leading to the conference room in the middle.

"Captain Hunt." A member of the team greets Pete.

"Liu Yu." Pete pulled his hands out of his trouser pockets and nodded in response, calling out the team member's name.

Walking in the middle of the black and oppressive firing squad phalanx, people kept greeting Pete, and Pete responded one by one. He had mixed feelings in his heart, and he felt that he was out of place with these people.

He knew most of the team members, and they belonged to different action groups. If it weren't for Lake Bahrain's actions, his team would have been standing inside. Pete's mood suddenly became heavy, and he roughly guessed the content of this meeting.

“Captain Hunter。” It's British player Bill Field.

“Bill。”

Pete and Bill first met when Pete returned to London, England with his mother Catherine during the summer vacation. One day, Catherine takes Pitt to Imperial College London to visit Bill's mother, who is a graduate tutor.

Seeing Pete, who has blue eyes like himself but has black hair, Bill is very curious and keeps asking Pete questions. Pete, who grew up in China, couldn't keep up with Bill's English at all, and seeing Bill dancing, Pete thought he was saying bad things about himself, so he rolled up his sleeves and beat Bill up.

Although the first meeting of the two young boys was a big incident, thanks to the friendship of the two families, their friendship has continued after that time.

Later, Pete joins Treehouse, where he still insists on exchanging weekly emails with Bill and falsely claiming to be working at a tech company, in which Bill describes his travels around the world.

It wasn't until one time, when Fang Yeyou took Pete and another action team to join forces, that they realized that the other party was the same as himself, and they were both members of the firing squad. Later, Pete was promoted to squad leader, and several times tried to ask Bill from another team, but in the end Bill politely refused. How can friends who have competed with each other and encouraged each other since childhood be willing to lag behind each other.

"I'm sorry for your lost, Peter," Bill said.

"Sometimes bad things happen to good people,All you have left is revenge." (That girl will pay for it, I don't care if she's the devil or not)"

The staff at the door of the conference room found Pete's name on the list and nodded to him.

The heavy door was slowly pushed open, and Pete, who had just spoken firmly about the revolutionary manifesto, chuckled in his heart, and he came up in this dress with great regret.

"I ······"

It was the first time Pete had come to this large conference room, and before he came up, he thought that this was just the same as the conference room of the personnel department below, but a large room with a long table in it.

The conference room in front of me is thousands of square meters, which is very similar to the House of Representatives of Western countries. Seven semi-circular rows of wooden chairs surround the tall three-story rostrum in the middle. On the high vermilion wall behind the rostrum is the golden symbol of the huge treehouse group, the sacred tree of salvation, which holds the last home of mankind.

Now that the two hundred seats in the "House of Representatives" were filled with people in suits and leather shoes, Pete's legs trembled involuntarily, and he did not dare to step forward. If you come in in a beach soccer suit on this occasion, you will be thrown straight to the tarmac on the rooftop!

Pete saw Fang Yeyou's back from a distance, he was sitting in the first row on the right facing the rostrum, and the people in black and green combat suits behind Fang Yeyou Pete also knew, they were the leaders of the firing squad and the cleaning team.

Fortunately, the people on the rostrum were speaking, and the people below were listening attentively, and no one noticed him. Pete was about to leave, but someone muttered in Fang Yeyou's ear, Fang Yeyou looked back at Pete in big pants at the door, and beckoned him to come over.

"Master You, I'll go down and change my clothes." Pete pointed to his floral shirt and whispered to Fang Ye.

Fang Yeyou understood Pete's lips, and he waved his hand at Pete twice: "Get out of here." ”

The rostrum is still speaking, and no one should notice him.

Pete put his hands in his face, bent his waist, and trotted down the aisle in the middle of the circular bench. The majestic gaze of the sea instantly fell on Pete, and Pete's face was as red as the taillights of a car, and even he felt that he was a grain of rat poop that had fallen into the pot.

"Master You, don't bring such an apprentice." The person on Fang Yeyou's left moved to the side, and Pete sat down beside Fang Yeyou and said softly, like a little daughter-in-law.

"Aren't you brave? Afraid of this? Fang Ye lobbied.

"I didn't know what such a big battle was," Pete quibbled, "what was this for?" ”

"The regular meetings between the high-level leaders, plus the discussion of the follow-up to the Bahrain Lake incident, have been going on for half a month," Fang Yeyou crossed his hands on his chest, "What's the matter, I've slept enough at home, and I think of coming to work?" ”

"I ······" Pete was dumbfounded by the question, so he had to shrink back on the bench and look around, but fortunately, everyone was engaged in the discussion of the meeting again, and no one paid attention to his rat poop anymore.

Pete, the person on the podium, knows some, they are all members of the board of directors, and they can mobilize tens of billions of dollars of financial giants from various countries with a raise of their hands. The one who was speaking was CEO Huaiming, who was sitting on the bottom floor of the rostrum, and Huaiming was really young compared to the dozen or so gray-haired old men around him.

"First, the seeds of the sacred tree at the bottom of Lake Bahrain were preliminarily identified as 'conjuring spirits', and at present, they have been stolen by an unknown organization and successfully transplanted to a Korean woman;

"Second, as far as we know so far, the only one who can open the tomb is the chairman's 'key', and this unknown organization was able to steal the Divine Tree seed before us and set a trap;

"We can only infer that there were spies inside the treehouse, and at some point, the 'keys' were stolen by the spy, and after the unknown organization opened the tomb, the spies returned the 'keys' before we found them, which we are investigating, and there is also a possibility that they do have powers that we do not know······"

"Why is there a vacant spot on it?" Pete leaned over and muttered to Fang Ye. There was only one seat on the highest level of the rostrum, and now the position of power, which symbolizes power, is empty.

Fang Yeyou hooked his hand at Pete, and Pete obediently put his ear on it: "That's the chairman's position, why don't you go find him?" ”