Night.
Downtown.
Sain Mechanical Prosthetics Company.
Second floor, reception room.
Qi Xun, dressed in a blue suit with handsome bangs falling over his forehead, looked up and coldly appraised the man before him who claimed to be the person in charge of Sain Mechanical Company.
"Get to the point. Why did you have someone invite me here?"
Qi Xun placed both hands on the table and got straight to the point.
At one end of the conference table.
Xia Jie was flipping through a blue folder. He did not answer immediately. Only after he had finished reading Qi Xun's file did he close the folder and say apologetically, "Sorry, Mr. Qi Xun. I was reviewing the information just now and didn't notice what you said. Could you please repeat it?"
At that, Qi Xun frowned, clearly displeased.
Qi Xun had encountered this feeling of being ignored quite often lately. He wanted to lose his temper, but when he remembered that this was the headquarters of Sain Mechanical Prosthetics Company, definitely not a place where a mere Level 2 Psionic Warrior could act recklessly, he temporarily suppressed his anger.
Then, Qi Xun repeated his question.
"Here's the situation. Our company has a batch of rather dangerous goods..."
"We plan to use official channels to slip them into the Slums. I wonder if Mr. Qi Xun, as a former Psionic Plainclothes Officer, can help us?"
Xia Jie smiled faintly, placing both hands on the conference table as he asked Qi Xun in a refined and courteous manner.
"Transporting a batch of dangerous goods?"
Qi Xun narrowed his eyes, a meaningful gleam flashing in them. He was extremely familiar with this sort of thing.
"I can put you in touch with a few friends, but I want one million as a fee to smooth things over."
Having done this more than once, Qi Xun slowly raised a finger and said solemnly to Xia Jie, "By our rules, payment comes first, then the job..."
Crooked schemes.
It was not Qi Xun's first time doing this, but it was his first time working with a major client like Sain Mechanical Prosthetics Company. To keep himself from being discarded once he had served his purpose, he had set this condition...
After all, only money in hand could bring peace of mind.
"Just as the file analysis predicted."
"After Qi Xun was dismissed, his methods became more aggressive."
"But money is easy enough. As long as I resolve the matter the general manager assigned me, I can rest easy."
By the conference table, Xia Jie did not hesitate long before nodding in agreement to Qi Xun's demand.
After all, for a company with tens of millions in liquid funds, one million was nothing more than a trivial sum.
More than ten minutes later.
Having received his one-million reward, Qi Xun put on a brown mask and secretly left Sain Mechanical Prosthetics Company.
Inside the reception room.
Watching Qi Xun disappear into the distance on the surveillance monitor, Xia Jie muttered, "Three days. If you complete this task for me within three days, I'll only kill you and spare your family."
After all, in Xia Jie's eyes, not just anyone was qualified to take money from him.
If Qi Xun still had some powerful backing, Xia Jie might have feared him somewhat. But Qi Xun was now merely a dismissed Level 2 Psionic Warrior.
The next morning.
Wang Zhong, who had reported to the bureau at eight o'clock, followed Captain Li Ying into the Psionic Mechanical Room to collect his own Bionic Mechanical Crow.
Inside the Psionic Mechanical Room.
An elderly man in his sixties, whose eyes had been modified into mechanical eyeballs, handed Wang Zhong a lifelike black crow along with a document.
"Here, sign your name, and you can take this Bionic Patrol Crow..."
"Remember, you must keep this Bionic Patrol Crow powered on throughout the mission. If it gets damaged, bring it to me immediately..."
"Okay, thank you, Uncle Kun."
Slums.
This was a street where crowds pressed against crowds, filled with poor ordinary people coming and going.
This street was called the Slums because the rent here was extremely cheap. Three or four hundred credits could rent a small place to live.
For that reason, many poor people flocked here.
Over time, it came to be known as the Slums.
It was now a little past nine in the morning.
"Steamed buns! Fried dough sticks and soy milk! Fresh hot soy milk!"
"Fresh hot rice noodle rolls! Group-buy price, 10.9, with a free fried dough stick included..."
"Day-old cream bread! Only one credit a serving..."
The lively cries of vendors mingled with the aroma of food, filling the crowded streets.
"Tap, tap."
Just then, a young man dressed in a black shirt and black shorts, carrying a backpack, stared curiously at this famous street.
"Crackle..."
"Crackle..."
When Wang Zhong passed a shop selling Antique Mechanical parts, the Bluetooth Headset on his right ear suddenly emitted a burst of static. Then Intelligent's emotionless, icy electronic voice sounded beside his ear. "Master, a weak magnetic-field shielding device has been detected in your current location. It can block many wireless signals..."
After Wang Zhong had walked ten meters beyond the shop, he took out the Mechanical Phone A10 and ordered Intelligent, "Intelligent, in that case, hack into that mechanical retail shop and see what clues are inside..."
Meanwhile.
At the bureau.
Inside a conference room on the fourth floor.
Three bureau captains had gathered together. Before the conference table stood a young man with silver-dyed hair and half his body covered in mechanical armor plates.
"Everyone, we have now sent out two teams to investigate those two cases..."
"I hope you will work hard and help us find the criminals from the Mechanical Remains Society hiding in the Slums..."
"At the same time, I can promise you this: as long as you help me find that criminal, I can help you deal with the powerful Psionic Butcher at Sain Mechanical Prosthetics Company."
PS: Thank you to boss Reincarnation Xin for the monthly ticket, and thank you all for your support.
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