11:20 p.m., Silver Bay District.

An inconspicuous vehicle that wandered around an ordinary neighborhood for an unknown number of laps.

"Forehead. How long are we going to get it, Sir?"

The area operator in civilian clothes in the passenger seat asked the young man in the back seat with a little unsightly face at this time, who didn't know whether he was motion sickness or how.

It can be seen from the micro-expressions on their faces that they are a little incomprehensible, and they are so fast that they faint to death.

At half past ten in the morning, after they received the assistance order from the Mysterious Processing Department, an operator who looked about the same age as their children and whose surname was Zuo Mingdao acted with them under the requirements of the mission, saying that it was an operation, but it was better to be dispatched by this little operator.

The journey in circles began.

One, two, three –

The operators who went around to the vicinity on duty all raised their vigilance: Why is there a forced car that keeps hanging around, is it to make some achievements?

If it weren't for the co-pilot's quick reaction of the old area operator, seeing the eyes of the colleagues outside when he hurriedly passed by, and the mediocre tail of the vehicle of his own comprehensive affairs bureau, he took out the magic hand speed that he had lost after many years of marriage and hurriedly called to contact, maybe he would have to call home early now.

And all this is thanks to the boss in the back seat.

The shock is over at a young age, and the horror is like vomiting, and now there is only a full stomach of complaints.

- It's weird

Zuo Dao, who was sitting behind and looking out of the window, seemed to sense the great resentment of the front seat, and retracted his gaze and said to them:

"Don't worry, it's coming."

Immediately, the car fell silent again.

Coming soon?

What's going on, it-

Is it that Lao Tzu has been doing it for so many years and got the wrong business script?

Didn't our comprehensive bureau get the task briefing, divide the qualitative and bring enough guys to rush directly.

If you can't rush it, you can ask for help, and if you can't do it, you can continue to ask for help, even if you want to step on it, it's not like this

Just as the concept of complaint was about to emerge in their minds, the left side of the back seat spoke again.

"Alright, pull over, get ready to go, you guys are on standby."

The car stopped, but the two operators in the front seat were a little. Nervous.

The two old partners glanced at each other, as if they had begun to stop at the beginning, and looked at me with a dark whisper in their eyes-

The driver's seat operator raised his eyebrows: Gan Linniang's words are less, what's the matter? People are angry!

The co-pilot pouted: *** Didn't you keep asking me to speak?

The driver's seat operator collapsed his face: What are you talking about, you, people are not happy, what is it.

Co-pilot. Before he could make the next look, he was interrupted by someone.

That's right, it's the left way.

"Don't think too much about it, you can really do it, you have done your due diligence in this operation, and you have worked hard."

He interrupted the "spellcasting" state of the two people in the front seat, and then continued as the two looked back:

"But the next action may be beyond your ability, so I need your cooperation from outside."

「. The two old district operators in the driver's seat were a little embarrassed for a while.

Opening of the last driver's seat:

"I see, Chief Zuo, we'll wait for you.

"And. Don't mind, we're just working with you less, so we might not be used to the process."

- This is a lie

What is the process of the mysterious processing department, they can only say that they understand everything, but they are obviously not at ease, and they can only pull the department to make a round for fear of being held against them.

"The two seniors don't need to call me sir, we are all at the same level, I'll go first."

Zuo Dao spoke, pushed the car door and left.

The two veteran cadres could only look at each other and were speechless for a while.

"I said, Lao Liu, what about us? Just threw it on the car?" Said the co-pilot's man

Sound.

Lao Liu rolled his eyes, and his tone couldn't help but be a little pantothenic:

"How do I know, wait, who made him a mystery?"

In the Comprehensive Affairs Bureau, the authority of the Mysteries Department is very high, and although the accompanying joint and several responsibilities are also high, even an ordinary Mysteries Operative has a much higher level of authority than their area operators.

And these conversations, and even their subsequent complaints, Zuo Dao is naturally - know.

Under their unnoticed noses, above the inside of the car, two small paper figures watched quietly.

Because of this, their subtle expressions along the way are also in full view, and whenever they have an opinion, Zuo Dao can always say a few words in a timely manner, which also makes the two of them feel quite weird in their hearts, and they can only think secretly. It's a mystery.

Hengfeng Community belongs to the older high-density community in Yinwan District, which is simply loosely managed, with a large flow of people and about no greenery, which also makes it easy for Zuo Dao to blend in and go to the destination.

The circle along the way is actually very simple, because of the chain drop of a certain department, he naturally has to be "self-sufficient".

Therefore, basically most of the small paper figures are basically observing the entire community under his fine operation.

"In the future, if I can't get along, I'll go directly to the observation center to apply for a job, provided it's not from Huacheng."

Zuo Dao joked to himself, he didn't have any psychological pressure on his work, especially when he was alone and his equipment was "out of order".

Four buildings with six floors.

Zuo Dao stood in front of the door and pinched his eyebrows, as if he had encountered something annoying.

At this time, the door opened with a slight "click", and a small paper figure from the inside of the door shook his hand as if to invite merit.

"My poor paper-cutting skills can only be used as a support in this damn place."

He walked into the room and closed the door thoughtfully and quietly.

Then he heard some moans that he shouldn't have heard, which was where he pinched his eyebrows.

At the beginning of the "circle" when he arrived at the community, Zuo Dao successively touched the little paper figure to the target's home, and he also had some other guesses and ideas about the purpose or essence of his visit.

Time passed with a certain crunching sound, and the sound of laughter and laughter in the room gradually became louder.

The bedroom door was about to scream the moment a woman opened it and saw the left lane, but then her eyes tumbled to the ground, and behind her a small paper figure knocked the woman unconscious.

"What's going on!" A man's voice came from inside the room.

He hurried over with a pair of trousers, and before he could help the woman, he saw the left side of the living room to the uninvited guest, and he sighed, and asked with a little panicked and then angry that rose:

"Who are you? How did you get in?"

In the face of questioning, Zuo Dao no longer "wooden", but put on a very natural smile and lit a cigarette under the gaze of the other party.

"That's too old-fashioned, to put it simply, I've got some unwritten demand, I'm going to beat you up first."

The effect of "Technique Screen Sound" is to isolate sound and movement within a certain range.

Then, the man who was almost bare-bottomed saw one small paper figure after another appear around him.

- The nightmare begins

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