After saying goodbye to Lu Xin, Han Bing walked into the hotel with a smile.
When she entered the elevator, the smile on her face began to disappear, and the satellite phone began to ring.
But Han Bing didn't pick it up. Instead, he walked through the long corridor and went straight back to his room.
She took off her coat, hung it on the hanger, and then took off her riding boots.
I poured myself a glass of water and sat silently in the room, lost in thought for a long time.
At this time, the phone in the room suddenly rang. The ring tone was short, as if someone was urging him.
Han Bing took a deep breath, picked up a wad of paper beside him, crumpled it into a small paper ball, and flicked it out with his fingers.
The paper ball happened to hit the hands-free button of the phone, and a calm voice rang in the room:
"You were slow to pick up."
Han Bing gently stroked his forehead and said, "After all, I am officially on vacation now."
"For our work, there is no concept of a holiday."
The person on the phone asked, "What was the result of your close contact with an individual soldier?"
Han Bing was silent for a moment and said, "He is a very good person."
"Your answer seems irrational."
On the other end of the phone, he thought for a moment and said softly, "You know I can hear your conversation. This time you go to Satellite City No. 2, the original purpose is for you to get close contact, make a stability assessment of the individual soldier, and observe his true inner thoughts."
"You didn't perform the task very well. If you asked him in the end, it would most likely make him suspicious of you."
Han Bing just listened quietly and did not answer.
The other party couldn't wait for Han Bing's voice to sound, so he added:
"In addition, this is not the first time that you have violated the principle of communicating with individual soldiers in recent times."
"..."
"Huh..."
Han Bing finally spoke and pulled his hair in distress.
"Because I'm also very irritable now."
She said with some disgust, "I can't act anymore."
"Compared to the identity and principles you set for me, I would rather pick him up with my true self."
"Perhaps your plan was wrong from the beginning. What exactly do you want me to do?"
"Contact him as a simple little girl, accompany him when he feels lonely, and comfort him..."
"Even finally getting him to fall in love with me?"
"After discovering that he had some kind of connection with a special person like Kid, you quickly asked me to withdraw?"
"Are we agents who sacrifice everything for the mission, or are we the stabilizers of these dangerous ability users?"
"..."
Listening to Han Bing's answer, the voice on the other end of the phone was silent for a while.
Then he replied somewhat coldly, "You should have thought of this issue when you accepted this job."
"People with abilities cannot be treated like soldiers or agents, but they also possess the most powerful power."
"So we have to look for other insurance measures."
"You can understand this as a kind of unresolved sadness."
"..."
"The old me was really as prepared as everyone else."
Han Bing seemed to be thinking about what to say, sighed softly, and said slowly, "But now I don't agree with this decision."
"On a personal level, Mr. Shan Bing is a kind and sincere person. I can't keep acting in front of him."
"I prefer to treat him with a true face."
"On a working level, Mr. Shanshu may not be as slow and dull as you think."
"Do you really think he can't feel the politeness and deliberate closeness between me and him?"
"..."
The voice on the other end of the phone was silent for a long time, and then said softly, "But judging from the data, he likes to communicate with you very much."
"It's different..."
Han Bing gently raised his hand, shook it irritably, and said, "I don't even know how to describe it."
"What he likes may just be the way of communicating with me..."
"But this method of communication can open up the situation very well, but it cannot... not allow me to truly understand him."
"..."
"You do have to understand him in your mission, but that's for analysis."
The voice on the other end of the phone became serious:
"If you don't care about your sense of proportion, you are likely to fall into another misunderstanding."
"You need to understand that you are not just facing a person, but a powerful person with abilities."
"In other words, he is a person with mental problems."
"Only rational words and careful arrangements can make things go in the direction we all expect."
"..."
The irritability in Han Bing's heart became more and more obvious, and he said, "Rationality will only bring alienation and indifference."
"Every ability user who is recruited has such an information specialist for buffering or comforting."
"But have you ever thought about it, from another level, every ability user..."
"... We are all facing a scam!"
"..."
She seemed to have thought about this question many times and almost blurted it out.
The person on the other end of the phone said, "We have no ill intentions towards them."
Han Bing immediately said, "A scam without malicious intent is also a kind of deception!"
The person on the other end of the phone was silent for a long time, seeming to be thinking about it, and said, "We'll discuss this issue when we get back."
"What I need to know now is, based on your observation, will he have any impact on Heavenly Kingdom Plan?"
"..."
Han Bing took a long breath, and after a long time, he said softly, "He is a person who truly loves life, what do you think?"
There was no word on the other end of the phone, and a swishing sound came from the other end of the phone.
During this gap, Han Bing suddenly sighed softly and said, "Do you know what I think is the saddest thing?"
"Many of us clearly don't believe in people with abilities, but we can't force ourselves to believe..."
"..."
"You are very confused and your behavior is very unqualified."
On the other end of the phone, the voice rang again. "I remind you that you have one more chance to withdraw."
"I don't want to quit."
Han Bing did not hesitate to answer.
After a moment of silence, she suddenly stood up and put on her boots again.
Seemingly recognizing the movement on Han Bing's side, the other end of the phone was a little nervous. "What are you going to do?"
"Go find a bowl of wontons."
Han Bing's tone was a little timid, and he said, "Because you want me to maintain a pure and cute image, I didn't even eat enough just now."
He suddenly stopped talking on the phone. After a while, he said:
"It's too late after all, be careful."
"In addition, I shouldn't need to remind you that you are not allowed to meet with individual soldiers in private without our permission."
"..."
Han Bing hung up the phone directly.
After going downstairs, she wrapped herself tightly in a white down jacket.
Walking on the dimly lit streets of Satellite City No. 2, I was looking for a wonton stall that should be relatively easy to find in this city.
The street lights stretched her shadow very long, and the sound of riding boots on the ground was a bit crisp.
In this night when the wind was still very cold, her face seemed to be unhappy.
What kept flashing through her mind was Lu Xin's sincere smile when he faced her, and the way she was careful every time she talked to him, even planning the chat content in advance. This made her feel inexplicably irritable and faintly depressed.
Looking up, this city submerged under Crimson Moon is tall and stern, like an iron law.
But the faint Crimson Moon light made the top of the building in the distance look slightly distorted.
Han Bing's mood got even worse. She didn't know whether she wanted to find a bowl of wontons to eat or to blow in the cold wind.
"Hey, little beauty..."
Suddenly there was a whistle not far away, and several people who were warming themselves around the iron barrel slowly gathered around. Some of them had weird dyed hair, some had exaggerated nose studs and ear studs, some were holding wine bottles in their hands, and they were already drunk.
It turned out that before she knew it, she had come to this desolate street and met these people again.
Han Bing was slightly startled when he saw this group of dangerous people that even Lu Xin had to avoid.
Immediately, a sweet smile appeared on her face and she waved to them gently:
"Hello everyone..."
He put his hands to his mouth, snorted lightly, and said, "The weather is so cold today..."
Several gangsters were slightly surprised when they saw Han Bing's smile.
They also didn't expect that this beautiful girl would be so proactive and approachable.
"Ouch..."
There were some unexpected surprises, and countless dirty words immediately came to my mouth.
Then they saw Han Bing's eyes bright, and he smiled sheepishly and said:
"So, if I beat you up and warm you up, you won't reject me, right?"
"..."
The little gangster was stunned. Before he could speak, he saw a small white fist hitting him accurately and hard.
"Bang!"
One of the thugs in the head was punched in the nose, and with stars in his eyes, he immediately squatted on the ground in tears.
The other gangsters were shocked and hurriedly gathered around. But among a group of gangsters who, although they appear thin, can still be considered tall and skilled in street business, Han Bing's skills appear to be extremely strong. He casually grabbed a wine bottle and hit the drunk man next to him on the head. Another flying kick, a standard side kick, kicked a gangster away.
After hitting the iron barrel, the coals scattered all over the floor. Against the backdrop of the fire, Han Bing had a cool expression on his face.
The attack was clean and neat, and in less than ten seconds, four or five gangsters were lying on the ground groaning.
And no one was seriously hurt.
"You whistle at the girl in the back seat of his car when someone fights to the death for you?"
"Don't do this again..."
Han Bing angrily kicked the leader again, and his mood seemed to have improved a lot because of the fight.
As he spoke, he wrapped his down jacket tightly and left quickly.
Not far away, in a dark alley, where the lights could not shine, Lu Xin sat on an electric car and watched quietly.
"Actually..."
After a while, he turned around and said to the empty wall next to him, "I quite like the way of communicating with her..."
"I didn't expect it would cause her so much trouble, and I couldn't say sorry to her..."
"Alas..."