Municipal State Security Bureau.
In the courtyard.
It was already nearly ten in the morning.
Jiang Song, phone in hand, frowned. After a long silence, he said to his subordinate on the line, "Go find me in the Archives. I'll be right there."
"Yes."
"You only need to know about this."
"Uh, all right. I understand, Director."
Under normal circumstances, it was simply impossible for someone to have no record at all.
Jiang Song knew there was only one explanation now: Dong Xuebin's record had not been absent, but encrypted. Even the Municipal State Security Bureau's internal phone system lacked the authorization to access it. Filled with doubts, Jiang Song was determined to figure out who Dong Xuebin was, so he went to the Archives to log in with his own clearance and investigate. As the Top Leader of Capital City State Security, Jiang Song naturally had extremely high clearance.
After hanging up, Jiang Song said, "I'm going to the Archives. Keep an eye on that man for now. Have them put their guns on safe. Don't let them go off."
Such a mild response?
He was even telling them to put their guns on safe?
One of the officials said, "But he just—"
Jiang Song cut him off. "No more questions. Go do it!"
None of them dared say another word. They immediately withdrew some of the men, leaving only four aiming their guns at Dong Xuebin. Their safeties were on as well.
No one understood Director Jiang's intentions, because none of them had heard the call.
In truth, Jiang Song wanted to deal with Dong Xuebin just as much as anyone. Causing such a scene at the Municipal State Security Bureau had left him with nowhere to put his face. But to be safe, he felt he should