In the second half of the night, the inner city was a dim and remote intersection.

The tall man stood quietly in the night.

He was wearing a black suit, with a slightly raised corner of his lips. He looked very gentle, but his dark eyes seemed dim and silent like a dead person, without a trace of light.

An Song, who was squatting on the ground, looked back at the man, frowned and said, "All the people in your New Testament are so big-name? Just watch it and don't help?"

Chen Jingchu smiled slightly, and his facial features became softer, as if this person was born to be extremely gentle, but his eyes were still dull and had no glory.

"Since you are our external relations department, you will do things naturally, and we are only responsible for supervising it."

An Song laughed, and it was OK to think about it carefully. He looked at the drunk man lying on the ground and couldn't help but say, "This year, the city defense center has changed a new and old man, the young master of the Li family. This person is really a figure. As soon as he came in, he brought me a research institute and a living transportation chain. It's so fucking unhappy!"

Chen Jingchu leaned over and looked at the drunk man. His almost transparent fingertips gently pressed against his pale lips, narrowed his eyes and looked at him carefully: "Only one, for you, it's just a drop in the bucket, isn't it?"

An Song smiled and said, "By the way, I heard that Chen Chuqian is your sister? My dear sister?"

The smiling man slowly lowered his eyes and stared at An Song.

The eyes that were originally glossy became more and more sinister at this moment, as if they were staring at the corpse. An Song couldn't help but tremble.

"What, what's wrong?" he asked terrified.

Chen Jingchu's cold white fingers pressed on An Song's shoulders and tried a little hard: "Yes, so, I hope my sister can grow up healthy and happy. How do you think it's OK?"

It was clearly a gentle tone of negotiation, but An Song felt like a poisonous snake was wrapped around his neck, fear dominated his nerves, forcing him to tremble.

Damn, I am worthy of being the boss of the New Testament. Just a tone of speaking makes people feel extremely frightened and terrifying!

An Song could only smile awkwardly: "Haha, of course, your sister is just a hunter and doesn't involve our affairs, so there will be no problem!"

Behind him, the man's voice sounded faintly: "Even if she is involved, she is my Chenlong's sister. Remember to tell everyone."

An Song gritted his teeth, wasn’t this clearly telling everyone that Chen Chuqian couldn’t move?

Before he could finish his thoughts, the man's voice rang out again, and he obviously lost his patience: "Let's start!"

Then An Song looked at the assistant beside him and urged: "Hurry up!"

The assistant nodded, put on rubber gloves, and used tweezers to grab a frozen beetle from the low-temperature preservation box, pinched the drunken chin, and stuffed the insect into the esophagus.

"Insert him a positioning chip!"

The assistant used tweezers to pick up a chip the size of a sesame, cut a little hole from the hairline of the back neck, and implanted the chip in.

After doing all this, An Song stood up and loosened his neck: "Okay, it's over. It's better to have the method you thought of. You will never be discovered by the city defense. Haha, the next thing is to observe the data and study it carefully!"

Chen Jingchu slowly opened the notebook, looked at the flashing red dots on the map, clicked the mouse, and a dialog box would immediately pop up above the red dots, which was a complete record of the drunkard's real-time body temperature, heartbeat, blood analysis, gene analysis and physical fitness.

Chen Jingchu smiled, extremely gentle.
Chapter completed!