With the freshly baked appointment, Zheng Qingming's mood was a little complicated.

He can roughly imagine that the reason for the independence of the No. 101 Command Division must be a game of conservative and radical forces behind it, but in the end, it is he who benefits.

Sitting in his position, there are too many things to consider, and sometimes, he is really envious of those legendary "pure" transcendent organizations, such as the Blackstone Research Institute, it seems that the director doesn't have to worry much, as long as he can fight......

Sighing and putting all this mess behind, Zheng Qingming once again focused his eyes on his mobile phone.

He used the account of Command 101 - it should be called Command Division 101 - to buy all the inventory of spiritual power bullets displayed on the page in one go, and after paying a sum of money that would make the Financial Secretary slap the table and scold his mother, the Blackstone Research Institute took the order in a second, and there was also an exclusive customer service who called him very enthusiastically to ask if he needed to deliver to the designated location, such as the frontline position that was trying to block the contaminated area.

The number of spiritual bullets is not much, and there are only ten per person in the hands of the front-line soldiers, but with these things, at least they can effectively kill and contain pollutants, and if they are used well, they may be able to successfully clear the contaminated area.

Thanks to the Blackstone Institute...... By the way, what about their strengths?

Zheng Qingming remembered that after he and Yan Luge left the polluted Haicheng headquarters together, they came to the temporary camp.

Yan Luge casually threw him a spiritual bullet purchase page, yawned and said, "I'm tired, I'm going to rest", ran to find a place to rest, and after a while, I heard that I also ordered a takeaway cooked by a five-star chef from a well-known hotel in Haicheng and delivered to the door.

As for why the takeaway was made and delivered by the five-star chef of a well-known hotel, it may be because the hotel was opened by the richest man......

Although Yan Luge yawned as soon as he came back, saying that he was so tired and wanted to sleep, but in fact he didn't sleep, and it was not enough to order a five-star takeaway for dinner, and then he ordered hot pot, skewers, duck neck, milk tea, melon seeds, popcorn, etc., and I didn't know where to buy audio, sofas, projectors, curtains, and soundproof walls online, and delivered them to my door in the middle of the night.

But the No. 101 Command Division is a secret unit, even if it is a temporary camp, it is secret, and outsiders cannot be allowed to enter and leave at will, but the origin of Yan Luge is too big, so the guards in charge of guarding the door have to ask Zheng Qingming over and over again.

When Zheng Qingming received instructions from his subordinates for the fifth time, the spicy duck neck had just been airlifted by helicopter from 200 kilometers away, hovering over the temporary camp, preparing to land.

- Damn, I'm working all night here, what the hell are you doing at night?!

Lao Zheng really couldn't stand it anymore, so he called and euphemistically advised the law song to stop and endure the difficult conditions for the time being.

Yan Luge on the other side muttered for two seconds: "What is the secret level of your temporary camp?" ”

Zheng Qingming: "First-class C." ”

"And what classification do I have in your file?"

“…… First Class A. ”

Yan Lu Ge: "The duck neck I called can enter my stomach as a first-class class secret, but can't it enter a piece of first-class and third-class secret land?!" ”

Zheng Qingming: "......"

That makes sense.

It was impossible to refute it.

Zheng Qingming was defeated by this logical ghost.

In desperation, in order to be less disturbed by his work, Zheng Qingming had to send someone to help him get takeaway and help him install the screen.

After a whole night of tossing, the private theater of Yanluge was finally installed in the wee hours of the morning, and the guy was allowed to sit on the sofa and watch a movie comfortably while eating snacks.

And he, Zheng Qingming, director of the No. 101 Command Department, had to gnaw on the individual rations that tasted the same as chewing wax, and worked overtime until dawn.

After moving his stiff body, Zheng Qingming wore the gradually brightening sky light and walked towards Yan Luge's room.

His shadow squirmed in the faint light of the morning light, looking strange and terrifying.

The door of the room was shut.

The place where this temporary camp is located is the old factory near the polluted area, which has long been shut down because of poor efficiency, and was bought by the No. 101 Command Division, which was originally intended to be converted into a peripheral staff apartment, but before the construction started, a pollution incident occurred at the Haicheng headquarters.

Zheng Qingming and they were stationed in this place full of wild grass, and had to deal with it in the way of survival in the wilderness, setting up tents and lighting bonfires to eat dry food, until last night, as soon as they raised their eyes, they found a single dormitory made for themselves by the former boss of the old factory with a keen sixth sense, which had beds, bathrooms, refrigerators and air conditioners......

In view of the fact that he was the director's distinguished guest and life-saving benefactor, a group of people had no choice but to watch him humming a song and living in it by himself.

At this time, he got closer, but Zheng Qingming found that the door was closed, but a few words were engraved on the door, not deep, and the handwriting was a little messy, as if he wrote randomly on the door with his fingers: I'm leaving, goodbye.

- Yan Luge didn't even say hello, and ran away.

The line on the door was halfway through before he remembered to leave a letter, so he reflexively came back and carved it, just as when he left the Blackstone Islands, when he was about to take off, he remembered to write a small note to Bella.

It's just that at this moment, Zheng Qingming is not quite sure whether this word was written by Yanlu Song.

He hesitated, hesitating to split a shadow worm and sneak in through the crack in the door to take a look.

The reason why I am still hesitating, on the one hand, is that I feel that it is not very polite, and on the other hand, I am afraid that a guy with a recipe without taboos will not open his eyes and swallow his 70-point insect as an early bite......

After all, as the main body of the shadow worm, he shared all the senses of the splitting worm...... The feeling of being eaten is a little too subtle......

was entangled, Zheng Qingming suddenly saw a person running towards him out of the corner of his eye, shouting as he ran: "Director, Director, it's not good!" ”

"What happened?"

The person who came ran closer, looked at the words engraved on the door of the Yanlu Song room, took a breath, and said: "About an hour ago, this director of Yan tried to leave the camp, knocked twenty-four people unconscious, robbed a car, and left. ”

Zheng Qingming: ???

"Speaking of which, it's also our fault." The person who came sighed, "Director Yan originally came to borrow the car very politely, but the person in charge didn't know him, so he refused...... Then, everyone was beaten by Director Yan, and it wasn't until they woke up one after another just now. ”

Zheng Qingming was confused: "Won't he call me and say something?" At most, three sentences, half a minute, I will not fail to borrow. ”

The person who came raised his head, glanced at Zheng Qingming quickly, and lowered his head again: "However, it only took a second for Director Yan to knock everyone unconscious." ”

Zheng Qingming: "......"

(End of chapter)