Why Are You Acting So Cocky, Kid!?
Sing Sing sat in the spacious office with Riptide and chatted aimlessly for almost half an hour, until their throats were dry.
He casually shoved both cans of tea from the coffee table into the Dimension Box, taking the pack of cigarettes with him.
The movements were so smooth, they were practically art.
After Riptide sensibly escorted Sing Sing downstairs, the two exchanged a few more pleasantries at the gate before Sing Sing waved and got into a ride-hailing car parked on the side of the road.
Old Zhou sat in the back row, happily calculating how much he had earned from this trip, including food and other gains.
The ride-hailing driver was a talkative middle-aged man who glanced at the strange man in the rearview mirror while turning the steering wheel.
To everyone's surprise, Sing Sing Chow was not shy at all. With his silver tongue that could talk the dead back to life, he quickly became sworn brothers with the driver.
From international affairs to pork prices at the market, by the time we got off the bus, the driver was completely bewildered and practically wanted to chop off a chicken's head and become sworn brothers with him.
As he was closing the car door, Sing Sing casually reached into the glove compartment and grabbed an unopened pack of wet wipes.
"Take care, buddy! I'll definitely ask you for a taxi next time!"
Old Zhou hummed "Eighteen Touches" as he headed straight for the 749 Bureau, thinking to himself that Nina and the Spot, those two precious darlings, should be at the bureau.
Especially since that guy with the Spot face is such a quiet, reserved person, it just so happens that I'm passing by and want to help him out.
I arrived at the dormitory, knocked on the door, and waited for a long time, but no one answered.
Old Zhou wandered to the service room, puzzled. The service clerk, Xiao Li, was wiping the table with great effort.
I asked around and found out that both of my precious babies were away on business trips!
Little Nina was hurriedly packed up and taken away by Lingling Liu in the middle of the night, who said he was going to another city to arrest some suspect with special status.
As for the Spot, he was picked up early this morning by a special car with military license plates.
They said they went to a heavy industry base to see the new generation of fighter jets, specifically to find physical defects and stress damage points in the latest airframes.
Xiao Li approached with a grin and asked Old Zhou if he wanted to go to the finance office to check on Anton.
"Go to hell!?"
Sing Sing was so startled that he jumped back two large steps.
Are you kidding me?
Ever since that kid was transferred by Director Wang to the finance office to manage the accounts, he now avoids the finance office whenever he sees its sign.
If I can't afford to offend them, can't I at least avoid them?
He jogged all the way back to his office.
He placed the two jars of Longjing tea he had taken from the Riptide on the table.
He dug out a dusty Yixing teapot, and, in a showy manner, poured boiling water over it inside and out, calling it "warming the teapot."
I pinched a small pinch of bright green tea leaves and tossed them in, then poured in boiling water.
Watching the tea leaves unfurl and swirl in the water, a delicate fragrance wafts over.
Old Zhou picked up his teacup, brought it to his nose, took a deep breath, narrowed his eyes, and opened his mouth to savor this freebie of elegance.
His eyes narrowed slightly, and he just opened his mouth to taste it.
"Bang!"
The office door was kicked open.
Old Zhou's hand trembled, and the scalding hot tea spilled directly onto his suit pants.
Fortunately, Wenxi's suit was waterproof, which prevented Little Zhou from turning into boiled meat slices.
"Which blind bastard are you looking for death?!"
Sing Sing was furious. He grabbed the heavy ashtray from the desk and was about to smash it open.
Looking closer, what's this guy doing here?
His hair was a mess, he looked grimy, and there were oil stains on his cuffs.
Even if that face turned to ashes, Sing Sing would still recognize it.
Hao Lingling Jiu, A Le.
A Le completely ignored the ashtray that was about to smash his head open and swaggered into the house.
He suddenly jumped up and plopped down in the chair opposite Old Zhou, arrogantly propping his legs up on the desk.
That wasn't all. He then snatched the remaining half-cup of tea from Old Zhou's hand and chugged it down.
"Why are you so arrogant, kid!"
Sing Sing put down the ashtray and glared at him irritably.
A Le chuckled, picking at the tea leaves stuck between his teeth. "So what if I pull? What law says people can't pull?"
Sing Sing, enraged, laughed and snatched the teacup back.
"What the hell are you doing here in my office, acting all high and mighty?! Spit it out!"
Bu Jingdao
A Le wasn't annoyed. He reached out and pulled out a few documents, then arrogantly slammed them onto the table.
"Hey, you kid, I've already taken care of three of the tasks you left me to clean up before. So, how are you going to thank me?"
Old Zhou suspiciously leaned over, picked up the top file, and pulled it out to look at it.
The document had a photo of a tall, blue-skinned man with a face that looked like a doormat, and two maggot-like things coiled around his abdomen.
What is this thing?!
A Le pulled out a handful of peanuts in their shells from somewhere and started peeling and eating them, seemingly oblivious to everyone else, saying as he chewed:
Jiafeite, codenamed Carrion Maggot. His abilities are incredible; he can devour all sorts of disgusting garbage and convert it into energy.
A Le spat out the peanut shells, looking at me with a "praise me" expression. "Isn't this the brother Lao Mo was talking about? I held my nose and crawled through the sewers for three days to fish this guy out of the septic tank! He stank like hell!"
"The second one is Petra, a geological manipulator who can dig tunnels and build fortifications underground. She's also that Abyss's old Deep Abyss."
A Le lowered his voice and gossiped with a wink, "This girl used to be in one of those shady secret squads, lost a lot of comrades, and suffered severe psychological trauma. She's very straightforward."
"If it weren't for that kid Deep Abyss, he wouldn't have paid any attention to me at all. I had to beg him a lot before he agreed to come here for a trial period."
This kind of talent, capable of creating underground fortifications out of thin air, is exactly what the bureau urgently needs.
Ignoring A Le's smug look, Old Zhou directly pulled out the third file.
The young man in the photo has a head of fluffy light brown curly hair, and his face is quite good-looking, even somewhat handsome, but his neck...
She's absolutely hideous!
Old Zhou recognized him at a glance.
"William Hanover, nicknamed Longneck, has a neck that's much longer than average; he's not much of a fighter."
"Excellent, excellent, well done."
Sing Sing patted the file with satisfaction and casually made a promise, "I'll get you an extra chicken leg at the cafeteria for dinner, on my tab."
A Le slammed his fist on the table in anger. "Just one chicken leg? I went through all this trouble, and you're just trying to appease a beggar with a single chicken leg?!"
"Don't be ungrateful! If you get a stomachache from anger, go to the infirmary and get two boxes of Daxin (a type of antacid), and put them on my tab!"
A Le got impatient and stood up, refusing to back down. "Don't give me that! When are you going to reimburse me for all the expenses I paid out of pocket for the private rooms, drinks, and foot massages I had with people on this business trip?!"
"Talking about money hurts feelings. We're doing this for the greater good of the country, how can your moral awareness be so low? If you keep nagging, you'll lose your chicken leg!"
The two argued incessantly, and A Le, exasperated, finally left the office with a sour face.
Director Zhou sat back down in his chair, beaming with pride. "You think you can take advantage of me?"
Old Zhou, who had poured himself another cup of tea in preparation for the evaluation, was taken aback.
What about your own tea and cigarettes?