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In the smoking room not far away, the door opened slightly.

Behind the glass wall, the slightly older middle-aged woman sat on the sofa, holding her chin, and waiting silently.

"This is beyond expectations."

Ai Qing raised her eyebrows slightly, but she didn't expect to see the person who issued a suspension notice so soon.

The real controller and person in charge of the overhead floor.

Ms. X.

"Is it okay to give the two ladies some private space, gentlemen?"

In the smoking room, Ms. X looked at the review department that followed behind Ai Qing: "I believe that the action supervisor I chose will not be crazy about coming to hurt an old woman."

The people from the review department hesitated for a moment, looked at each other, and waited outside the door.

Thick glass isolates all sounds.

In the silence, there was only the sunlight leaking behind the blinds, and the dust dancing in the sun.

And, silence.

Ai Qing sat opposite her and said nothing.

Not even asking why.

Only Ms. X smoked a cigarette roll with a slightly pungent smell and breathed a sigh of relief: "To be honest, there are not many people who are working on an overhead floor and planning to do some part-time jobs... I don't know what you are thinking."

Ai Qing thought for a moment and answered indifferently: "Maybe the desire for power is strong."

"Is that right? Then why did he refuse to serve as my deputy?" Ms. X asked back: "If you want to be promoted, you will definitely not miss such a shortcut, right?"

She paused for a moment, and looked at Ai Qing with a little gloomy eyes: "Or, do you think it's too boring to do things with an old woman and can't stand the life of a puppet?"

"Just simply feel that it's not necessary."

Ai Qing shook her head: "Ms., your work is perfect, right? You don't need anyone else to add to it, right?"

"So, that's not the only reason, isn't it?"

Ms. X laughed: "Maybe, you are not as utilitarian as you think? But why bother to be so anxious?"

"Yes, why bother?"

Ai Qing seemed to be thinking, but she didn't hesitate: "What you want to say is just simple and can't stand it."

"At the beginning, I was just instinctively. I wanted to start a new life, find something to do, and find a place to stay.

But later, I realized that what I wanted was not a peaceful life."

She raised her eyes and looked at the chief in front of her: "So, instead of letting some garbage and waste control the position, why can't the person sitting in that position be me?"

Ms. X's mouth curled up, as if she was happy.

"The ambitious look is not concealed at all, Ai Qing." She said: "When a person works hard, it is inevitable to make mistakes, right?"

Ai Qing shook her head: "I don't like the argument of doing more and making mistakes, nor do I think I've done anything wrong."

"Until now, are you still not going to change your mind?"

"Yes."

Ai Qing nodded decisively...

"Then let's have a good rest, maybe there will be new troublesome work."

Ms. X got up, patted her on the shoulder, and finally told her: "Compared to the others, you're already late."

Ai Qing's expression changed slightly, but she didn't say anything after all.

But before pushing open the glass door, Ms. X suddenly turned around and looked at her.

"Finally, let me ask another boring old-fashioned question."

She said: "I'm very curious - what are you doing all this, Ai Qing? Is it justice? Or ideal? Or for the present situation and the future?"

"Of course it's for my own status, ma'am."

Ai Qing answered for granted without hesitation: "As long as I can achieve my goal and gain more power, I will use any means and I don't care about the price."

She answered frankly: "I am such an ambitious person."

"very nice."

Ms. X smiled at the end and nodded: "I like it very much."

She turned and left.

Ai Qing, sitting in the smoking room, was silent for a long time, got up, took her personal belongings, walked to the parking lot under surveillance, and drove away.

Fifteen minutes later, a traffic accident occurred at Albion Gate in London.

The out-of-control oil tanker exploded after breaking through the guardrail, causing damage to the bridge. Fortunately, it was not the peak period, and there were only one victim.

During the accident, Ai Qing, the former director of the overhead agency, disappeared.

The whereabouts are unknown.

Two hours after receiving the call, Huai Shi set out from the Ivory Tower and led a team of scholars to Jixia for the new Jixia academic exchange meeting, and delivered a speech at the opening ceremony the next day.

And just before that, in the mist and drizzle of London late at night, a motorboat quietly docked in the turbid current.

In the sound of the tide, there was a faint sound of whistle echoing in the distant harbor.

In this remote and desolate corner, the "Nameless Man" lifted his hood, looked up, and stared at the border city in the darkness and neon lights in front of him.

Slowly exhaled the breath from the lungs.

"So beautiful."

He whispered softly, and the lights of the city reflected in his eyes, like burning flames.

"Thank you to the old man for me."

He turned around and said goodbye to the middle-aged man wearing a poncho on the deck: "Then, I'll leave first."

"Go away."

The sublimator from the Lin family said goodbye politely: "According to common sense, we should say another word you need to give me any instructions at any time. But according to the old man, it is small to make small profits and difficult to live. It is not easy for our family to make some hard money. According to the scale of your trouble, it is better not to contact us..."

"If there is no place, we are as close as a family. If there is any problem, we will naturally have to worry more."

The stowaway smiled and lifted his suitcase and disappeared into the darkness at the end of the narrow road.

At the bow of the boat, Lin Liu, who was middle-aged and bearded, watched his figure disappear and waved his hand. A group of people covered in the cabin walked out, holding mops and various tools to start cleaning up all traces.

After Lin Liu made the phone call, he began to urge others to move the goods as soon as possible and run away after moving them...

When is it still daring to be slow?

act recklessly!

About half an hour later, Huaizhi Authentic, a beast-like character from Yingzhou, obtained his own room key in a cheap hotel after successfully smuggling through.

I stepped on the creaking floor and went up to the second floor, closing the door behind me amid the smell of mold coming.

Lock.

After unscrewing the faucet in the bathroom, he pulled up the curtains in a clattering sound, sat on the creaking chair under the flashing lights, put down his suitcase, pulled open his cuffs, and saw the green light flashing on the shackle-like bracelet.

The holy mark is locked and not connected to the outside world.

Complete status.

This is a shield from Sharma before leaving. In terms of model, it is the same model worn by Shepherd Gregory.

Even the tool that can temporarily suppress the terrifying and corrosiveness of the original spell against the products of civilization is naturally easy to block the connection between the holy marks in his body and the outside world when Huai Shi deliberately constrains it.

As the headquarters of the Astronomical Society, London has the most stringent outsider censorship system and the strictest surveillance of the Grand Secret. In this huge and complex border, every miracle will leave traces, and any unprepared stigma will trigger an alarm when used.

Even no matter how subtle the signs are, they will be reflected in the monitoring room of the Grand Secret.

As a key surveillance figure who is about to be on the list of threats in the present situation, Huai Shi does not want to be sent out by the governing bureau before she figures out the specific situation.

Thanks to the friends who made fake certificates in the alley in the south gate of the school for getting the forged certificates as fast as possible.

As for the appearance, after deliberately aging, he became a handsome middle-aged man who had been used briefly in hell, looking gentle and harmless.

After raising his neck and injecting two tubes of source inhibitor into his neck, Huai Shi put down the injection gun and picked up the disposable phone number he bought on the boat.

According to memory, the emergency contact number was called.

After two rings, the phone was answered.

"Hello?"

He said, "I'm here."

"I know." Ai Qing replied on the other end, his voice calm.

"What's the situation?" Huai Shi asked.
To be continued...