Where Did My Huge Workplace Go?
The view ahead was completely unobstructed; all that could be seen was dirt, and more dirt.
When the wind blows, it can even form the beginnings of a sandstorm.
There was no gate or guard post in sight, and the brick wall bearing the inscription "Serve the People" had vanished without a trace.
Sing Sing stood by the roadside, stunned, for a full five minutes.
Pulling down his sunglasses and rubbing his eyelids, Old Zhou looked left and right, trying to find a familiar reference point.
That shouldn't be the case!
The location is correct, isn't it?
This is the place, and everything around here is normal.
Everything I saw along the way was exactly the same as before I left, except that 749 Bureau had vanished without a trace.
Their base was taken down?
They even dug up the foundation and underground layers?
Are you kidding me?
Storm, standing next to him, also looked puzzled. "Stephen, have you considered one possibility?"
"What?"
"You got fired, and then, to prevent you from coming back to ask for your money back, they demolished the entire building overnight and moved it to a place you can't find."
"Absolutely impossible!"
Old Zhou, his eyes red, retorted loudly, "I, Zhou, was just named an outstanding worker! How could they bear to fire someone as talented as me, a talent that comes along only once in a century?"
"My travel allowance hasn't been reimbursed yet, how dare that Wang Pangzi fire me?"
"Maybe that's why he fired you? To save that money?"
Knowing full well that this was impossible, Storm stroked her chin with feigned seriousness, "Your financial situation sounds quite dire... I need to reconsider joining you."
"Tsk... maybe I should just go back."
"What did you say? My hearing isn't very good."
Sing Sing, selectively ignoring everything, squatted down and rubbed some yellow soil between his fingers.
"This soil was newly filled, and it was filled in a very professional manner, with a compaction level far exceeding the standards for civil buildings."
Faced with such a major upheaval, why didn't Wang Pangzi even send out a notification?
Could it be that the bureau chief absconded with the money along with his sister-in-law?
Or did the disciplinary committee find out about me giving him the gold watch?
Sing Sing, preoccupied with his own concerns, is planning how to protect his rights.
A Jeep with its front bumper secured by wire and its right door dented was parked in front of the two men.
Before the car had come to a complete stop, the driver's side window was rolled down.
A face with several fresh abrasions and a large nose peeked out.
Chan Ka-kui pulled his crooked sunglasses down halfway, "What are you standing there for! Get in the car!"
Sing Sing snapped out of his daze, glanced at the shattered windshield, and said with disdain, "Did you just drive this car back from a war zone?"
"And what's the situation at the bureau? I seem to remember you protecting Nina. What's going on there?"
"We're on holiday!" Chan Ka-kui pushed open the car door, jumped out, and punched him on the shoulder.
"The Prophet a holiday, so I got one too. The higher-ups saw how hard we work, so this holiday was a special exception!"
Caught off guard and attacked, Sing Sing clutched his shoulder and took a half-step back, hissing in pain.
This guy has an incredibly strong grip and never holds back.
"A holiday? What happened to your handwriting?"
You have no idea what a huge job we've pulled off lately!
Chan Ka-kui rubbed his hands together excitedly, "The Little Prophet is absolutely amazing! He hits exactly where he points!"
"We went to an old warehouse. The SWAT team was still outside drawing up plans and arranging their formation, discussing things like A and B bomb sites and sniper blind spots. It was giving me a headache."
"If you ask me, we should just grab a gun, rush in, and handcuff them."
"Guess what? Nina was standing in the command post, chewing on a lollipop, pointing to the underground ventilation shaft and saying, 'The people are down there.'"
"When I heard that, I thought, 'What's the point of arranging anything?' I just kicked the metal grille of the ventilation duct through, climbed in, and landed right on the head of a wanted criminal hiding inside!"
"What happened next?" Sing Sing asked.
"Then we'll catch them! That bastard tried to pull out a gun, but I threw him over my shoulder and smashed him into the sewer wall, knocking him unconscious on the spot."
"Last week, we also caught a serial killer who had been on the run for ten years. This guy had extremely strong counter-surveillance skills and had undergone facial plastic surgery."
"Nina looked at the photo, went to the market, and said the red thread connected the fishmonger. Before our SWAT team could react, that guy had already sensed something was wrong and was about to draw his knife."
"How could I let him get away with this? I pounced on him and pinned him to the fish stall with a grappling move!"
As Chan Ka-kui got more and more excited, his eyes lit up.
"In just one month! We've arrested five Class A wanted criminals, three drug traffickers who fled across provinces, seven Class B wanted criminals, and more than a dozen provincially wanted fugitives! We've practically cleared half of the Ministry of Public Security's long-standing cold cases!"
"The people from the Ministry of Public Security treat Nina like a goddess! They even find me more agreeable because of it!"
Chan Ka-kui beamed, "At the commendation ceremony a few days ago, the leaders specially granted us both a three-day leave!"
Sing Sing exhaled smoke.
This combination is truly bizarre.
A radar that can see through cause and effect, paired with a demolition office director who doesn't care about the cost of physical output.
The criminals were incredibly unlucky to have encountered these two.
Unfortunately, Old Zhou wasn't good with words. Sing Sing stared at him disdainfully. "You two are impressive? I think you're just an extra!"
Storm listened to the simultaneous interpretation from the translator, sizing up the man who exuded recklessness.
749 Bureau truly specializes in taking in outcasts.
In the X-Men, Mutants powers were used to fight various major villains.
On the other hand, China is directly using a "low-dimensional" approach to apprehend criminals?
What are the officials on America's side doing?
"Stop for a second!" Sing Sing said, biting his cigarette butt. "Where did our company go?"
He pointed to the vast expanse of empty yellow earth behind him.
"I just wandered around the country, it's not like I went on a pilgrimage to the West! And my home is gone in just nine days?"
Chan Ka-kui scratched the back of his head. "Oh, I forgot to mention. We're moving!"
"Moving? Nine days ago? They moved?"
"Yeah," Chan Ka-kui said nonchalantly, "What's so surprising about that? Elbow! I'll take you to our new workplace."
Sing Sing mentally calculated the amount of work involved.
Nine Heavens.
The entire special department involving high-tech equipment, Mutants containment facilities, and top-secret archives was relocated.
This does not include the construction and commissioning time of the new site.
Did Wang Pangzi have this planned all along?
Or is it just using the pretext of intelligence leaks to strengthen security? A clever strategy of having multiple escape routes?
"How big is the new house?" Sing Sing asked, opening the car door.
"Big! It's too big!" Chan Ka-kui climbed into the driver's seat and patted the steering wheel.
"The new training ground can accommodate tanks! The walls are all made of special blast-resistant steel. No more worrying about damaging the walls and having my wages docked!"
"I only care whether the finance department has changed its personnel."
Sing Sing got into the back seat, and Storm followed suit.
"Change it my ass! Anton's still checking the invoices with a magnifying glass!"
Chan Ka-kui started the car, cursing and slamming on the gas pedal, and the jeep shot off into a cloud of black smoke.
"That kid even skimped on my repair costs! How can you blame me for the car being damaged like this?"
"Isn't this your fault?"
Sing Sing was utterly shocked. "The year isn't even over yet! You alone have wrecked over thirty cars! Over twenty motorcycles! Five yachts, right? And a helicopter!"
"Do you think you're Rambo?"
"Old Six, if you ask me, you'll never be able to retire in this lifetime!"