The Special Envoy Took Temporary Charge of the Liaison Office, Phoenix Fire Swept Back the Mountain of Paperwork
The moment Lynn's car drove away from its parking spot, ripples of the power vacuum in the central government began to spread.
Liaison Office.
This place is the heart of the Management Committee, in charge of all departmental correspondence and resource allocation. It has always been Gwen Stacy's territory, impenetrable to anyone.
Today, however, this place has welcomed a temporary owner.
Jean Grey stepped in slowly.
She was still wearing a simple uniform, without any rank insignia, but the imposing aura she exuded caused the normally high-speed document processing line to momentarily freeze.
All the clerks buried in their papers paused for half a second before burying their heads even deeper, as if trying to embed themselves into the mountain of files.
Gwen Stacy's office was spotless. On her desk, there was only a note and a thick stack of neatly categorized documents awaiting approval.
The note was in Gwen Stacy's handwriting, neat and strong.
"The affairs are numerous and complicated; I entrust them to the Special Envoy."
Qin picked up the note, and a tiny, almost invisible Phoenix fire ignited at her fingertips. The note silently turned to ashes.
She sat down in the chair that belonged to the Liaison Office Chief.
The chair was still warm.
Her gaze fell on the stack of official documents. The top one was from the Department of Technology.
The document's heading, marked "Highest Priority" in Scarlet ink, bore Wanda's handwritten signature in the applicant's section.
The request was for the allocation of three standard units of "Zero-Point Isotope" and their corresponding "Gamma-Ray Stabilizer," the reason being that "the core database servo array urgently needs to undergo overload stress testing to cope with potential external threats."
Qin's fingertips tapped lightly on the table.
Zero-Point Isotope are the core materials for building Dimension Engine. One standard unit of energy is enough to support a full Fleet in three Interdimensional Jump.
Should we use three units for server testing?
This is like using a siege cannon to kill a mosquito.
Wanda was using the rules of the Management Committee to test her bottom line, and also to declare that even without Lynn, the Department of Technology was still her domain.
Qin remained silent, moved the first document aside, and looked at the second one.
The second document, also marked "highest priority," came from the Stability Maintenance Office.
The applicant was the lieutenant Skurge, but at the bottom of the page was Hela's highly recognizable divine seal.
The request was for an urgent replenishment of all the "Oblivion Energy Negasonic Teenage Warhead" in the Nibelung Main Cannon, and for a "Soul Fire" energy infusion to all the Fleet's Undead Warriors, on the grounds that "the Fleet has just finished its rest and needs to be restored to its highest combat readiness to suppress the villains."
Two official documents: one demanding the "bones" to build the engine, and the other demanding the "blood" to drive it.
In terms of resource allocation, the two are absolutely mutually exclusive.
Two tigers cannot share one mountain.
Within this central government, there is no room for two powerful ministers who both want to extend their reach into the resource pool.
Outside the office, a group of Liaison Office liaison officers were secretly observing this new "big shot" through the crack in the door.
They both knew that these two documents were like two cups of poison; drinking either one first would offend the other. Trying to smooth things over by sending them back for rewriting would offend both ministers simultaneously.
This is a dead end.
It was Hela and Wanda who tacitly gave this newly arrived Special Envoy a "baptism of fire."
Inside the office, Qin's face showed no emotion.
She neither approved nor rejected it.
She simply took a dip pen from the pen rack—a pen that Gwen Stacy had never used before.
Then, she pulled out a brand-new Red-Headed Document in the format of "Special Instructions from the Director" from a blank document box beside her.
Dip the brush tip in ink.
She started writing.
The handwriting was neither Gwen Stacy's elegant style nor Lynn's composed style, but a unique font with a fiery sharpness and domineering nature.
"Make:"
"Given that the Department of Technology and the Stability Maintenance Office submitted the highest priority resource applications simultaneously, with significant conflicts in content and neither providing a detailed explanation of the necessity."
"In order to adhere to the principle of maximizing the efficiency of the Management Committee's resource utilization and to eliminate waste, I hereby decide to immediately initiate the ' Cross-Department Resource Allocation Arbitration Procedure '."
"The arbitration meeting is scheduled for this afternoon in First Conference Room."
"At that time, Minister of the Department of Technology Wanda Maximoff and Stability Maintenance Office Director Hela, are requested to attend in person."
"Both ministers must state the urgency and necessity of their respective applications in court and be subject to questioning from the other party and this Special Envoy."
"Both applications will be frozen and will not be approved until the arbitration ruling is issued."
At the end, she signed her name and then heavily stamped the independent seal that Lynn had given her, which represented "Multiverse Crisis Response Special Envoy".
After writing it down, she handed the instruction to the office manager who was waiting outside the door.
"Make two copies and deliver them immediately to the Department of Technology and the Stability Maintenance Office. Make sure to hand them over personally to your two adjutants."
The steward took the instructions with both hands, and after just one glance, beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
He didn't dare say another word, bowed, withdrew, and quickly left.
The entire Liaison Office fell into a deathly silence.
Everyone was stunned by this move.
No one expected that this Special Envoy would act so unpredictably. Instead of choosing between the two applications, she directly overturned the chessboard, putting both ministers in a precarious position.
Should Wanda and Hela confront each other and fight over resources?
This is even more difficult than getting them to fight directly in the arena.
This instruction, seemingly reasonable and meticulously following the rules and regulations of the Management Committee, was in fact extremely ruthless, directly strangling both parties.
She's not playing this game anymore.
She wanted the players to sit down at the chessboard themselves.
A moment later, the deputy officials sent by the Department of Technology and the Stability Maintenance Office to inquire about the results were almost simultaneously "invited" out by the guards at the Liaison Office. Both of them were clutching the arbitration meeting notice that made them feel uneasy.
The office door closed again.
Qin leaned back in her chair, closing her eyes to rest.
She knew that this arbitration meeting would never take place.
Neither Wanda nor Hela will come.
They would rather temporarily abandon this resource application than reveal their true intentions and trump cards to the other party in this situation.
She won this round.
She used the most legitimate procedures to give these two local bullies a resounding slap in the face.
Just then, a light footstep sounded outside the door.
Gwen Stacy's chief assistant, a quiet and unassuming young woman, entered through the door.
She didn't look at the piano, but went straight to the desk and gently placed a thin document sealed with black wax on the table.
"Special Envoy."
The woman's voice was steady and clear.
Before leaving, Director Gwen Stacy instructed that if you could remain seated in this chair, you should present this 'handover' document.
After saying this, she bowed and withdrew without any hesitation.
Qin's gaze fell on the document.
This is neither an official document nor an application.
This is a file.
The cover had no title, only a name marked with internal encrypted symbols used by the Management Committee.
Natasha Romanoff.
Below the name, there was a line of smaller print that exuded an unsettling chill.
Loyalty Risk Assessment Report - Confidentiality Level: S