The demigod changed her career to cultivating immortals

Heavy rain.

Yanjing has less rain and more sunshine throughout the year, and it only rains occasionally in midsummer.Even though the visibility did not exceed five meters, Liao Liangjun drove to Yanjiao. It took nearly two hours to drive the car into a coke plant that had been abandoned for many years.

In recent years, there have been no factories in Yanjing City, and even the factories in the suburbs have been moved one after another.However, this coke plant seems to have been completely forgotten by the demolition office, and it has remained the same for decades.

If it hadn't been revealed by Mr. Shen, Liao Liangjun would never have thought that the secret service team's lair was built hundreds of meters away from the foot of the coke plant.

It is said that there was a special service team first, and then a coke plant.

Liao Liangjun was skeptical at first, but he had no choice but to believe the rumors until he found the elevator hidden in a certain red brick building.Although the elevator was dilapidated and the exterior coating was blurred, the letters on the keys could still be distinguished at a glance.

Not in English, but in Russian...

Once again following the antique elevator all the way down, Liao Liangjun was still in a panic, fearing that something might go wrong.Drops of water fell from his forehead, and he couldn't tell whether it was sweat or rain.

After a while, the car slowly opened, and with one step, it stepped onto a long aisle paved with taupe stones, with offices symmetrically distributed on both sides.

Liao Liangjun ran the secret service team four times in this short week, and walked to the reception room consciously without being led the way, but his steps were a little vain.

Everything here seems to go back in time, a little unreal.

The mottled cement wainscoting, the blue-green iron gate with peeling paint, and the lotus-shaped door headlights all reflect the style of government agencies in the last century.There are stairs leading to the lower floor at the other end of the aisle, and the handrails embedded in the wall are also crude as a matter of course, just old steel pipes with a simple layer of anti-rust paint.

It stands to reason that the special service team's benefits are definitely not bad, even the highest among all security departments.Even the tea and drinks placed in the reception room are special grade, but the office environment has not changed for decades.

The reason is even more outrageous: because it is troublesome.

A large part of the talents recruited here come from disciples of Buddhism, Taoism and secularism, or masters recommended by other Jianghu sects.Their pursuit of material is almost nothing, and almost all of them are martial idiots.The other group of people can be regarded as "socially recruited" people with supernatural abilities, each with their own abilities and quirks.

Whether the office is on the ground or underground, how fast the Wi-Fi network is, whether there is paper in the bathroom... They really don't care at all.

Over the years, the only time the Secret Service has done anything serious to renovate the office facilities is to replace aging wiring and install fresh air systems.

Liao Liangjun was pondering in the reception room when he suddenly heard a series of footsteps coming from far and near.After applying for four days in a row, the person he wanted to meet finally showed up,
With a bang sound and the howling of the broken iron gate, a bald man about 2 meters tall walked in.The sound like rolling thunder exploded immediately, and Liao Liangjun's ears rang in shock.

"If you fool me, you don't have to go back."

The hot-tempered bald man in front of him is Kong Qian, from Shaolin.In terms of rank, he is the captain of the special service team, lower than Liao Liangjun, but few people dare to show off in front of him.

Golden bell jars, iron cloth shirts, and lion roars, those legendary Kung Fu captains seem to know it all.Unless the gun hits the temple, most people have no chance of injuring him, let alone killing him.

Faced with such a person, Liao Liangjun has no temper at all, and hastily pulled out two photos from his briefcase.

"This is the suspect we have targeted. The problem is that he is also registered here with the Secret Service. Whether to arrest him or not, I have to tell you."

Kong Chen frowned and looked, the focus of the two photos was a short man wearing a fisherman's hat, who should be the same person.As for the background, one is the entrance of the Wenhua Hall of the Museum, and the other is the gate of the Friendship Hotel.

"Is the evidence brought?"

Liao Liangjun nodded and continued to take things out.

According to Guan Shengxin's ticket inspection time, his tour route and length of stay can be traced.However, the surveillance around Wenhua Hall only showed him entering, but not leaving.

At about three o'clock in the morning of the next day, Guan Shengxin suddenly appeared on the street outside the east corner of the Forbidden City. At that time, he had a black backpack on his shoulder.

"We collected fingerprints from the Friendship Hotel where he stayed, and they matched exactly with the three fingerprints on the cypress leaves. These physical evidences are enough to arrest people. In addition, we found that he booked a plane ticket for the day after tomorrow to return home..."

The implication is that if you don't act, the thief will run away.

Following Liao Liangjun's explanation, the tense lines on Kong Qian's face loosened little by little.He was surprised that this gang of criminal police had two brushes.

The theft of cultural relics from the museum is not difficult to say, as long as the suspect is locked, searching for physical evidence is not troublesome.The real difficulty lies in how to accurately suspect Guan Shengxin in the vast crowd.

"Getting objects from a distance, who thought of this?"

Liao Liangjun pointed at himself without changing his expression, "I heard that you are also paying attention to this case. When we analyze the case, we will inevitably turn to abnormal places."

The Secret Service's annual death rate is second to none, as is their pay.

Even if Ai Yu is willing to take the lead, Liao Liangjun will try his best to push her back, let alone she has no such idea at all.

Kong Qian carefully looked at the chain of evidence at hand for a while, and the only flaws were those "abnormal" places.

If this case goes through ordinary judicial procedures, whoever accuses will have to provide evidence.Just relying on three fingerprints is not enough, it must be stolen and obtained.

"You formulate the arrest plan, and we will cooperate with you." Kong Qian raised his hand and scratched his bald forehead, closed his eyes and recalled: "Guan Shengxin is not good at close combat, but his movements are light and weird, and he can also use the air-distance technique just mentioned. You'd better call in two snipers, just in case."

Liao Liangjun was taken aback, "No survivors?"

"Keep it so that you can go through the international process to get bail pending trial, which will drag you down for three to 50 years, and finally nothing will happen?" Kong Chen asked funnyly.

Liao Liangjun remained silent. He had heard all kinds of rumors that the secret service team was afraid of trouble, but he didn't expect it to be true.

The cases handled by these people did not include a trial, and the perpetrators had only the ending of "resisting arrest and shooting dead".In other words, the more difficult an opponent is, the harder it is to catch him alive, but it is much easier to kill him.

When the rain eased, Liao Liangjun set off to return to the east city for deployment.

Kong Chen still did not disclose what was special about the set of bronze discs, but he confessed to him that it was a fishing operation by the special service team.

Solving the case within a week at the Dongcheng branch was only the initial part of the entire plan of the secret service team.If they failed to complete the task as scheduled, Guan Shengxin would not be able to live either.