In the residential complex across from the Brilliant Human Resources Market.
A shabby shop tucked away in an obscure corner, as though terrified that someone might come to give it business.
[Nine Suns Consulting Company]
"Zhang Qun, did you get something wrong? This place has the expert the team leader wants to invite?"
Three Special Forces Operatives arrived at the entrance. Looking at the shabby shop in the residential complex and its deserted surroundings, they could not help feeling doubtful.
Their Special Department had considerable authority and funding. If they wanted expert assistance, inviting a few professors from leading universities would be a breeze. Even getting a civilian organization to help would take no more than a word.
Surely they had not sunk so low that they had to commission a consulting company like this?
They only called it a consulting company because they had seen the sign hanging there. Otherwise, they would probably have taken this tiny storefront for a hole-in-the-wall eatery or a neighborhood mahjong parlor.
"The team leader ordered it. How would I know? Maybe there's really some hidden master inside. Isn't that how it always goes on TV?"
Zhang Qun actually had his doubts too.
Although he had known they were looking for a private consulting company, he had not expected it to be this small.
But he was only following orders anyway, so he showed none of it and led the other two into the Nine Suns Consulting Company.
"Shit, those are real weapons! Old Yang, is this what you meant by an easy, risk-free job?"
There was not much going on with Griffin Jones for the moment, and Meng Bochao was tracking his location, so there was no need to follow him around constantly. Yang Bowen and the newly recruited He Qing now took