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Chapter 84 The Master of Hidden Weapons, the Technique of Killing

Shen Yu walked over to the sofa and sat down, pouring himself a cup of tea: "The Narcotics Control Bureau, Master Rong, any of the forces behind this are well-known in Beijing. Jiang Li, quite interesting."

Qin Yichen and Qin Lin exchanged a glance and nodded in agreement.

However, they couldn't understand how Jiang Li, with these two powerful forces, could end up in such a miserable state in the entertainment industry.

Qin Shan was completely confused: "What are you talking about?"

Qin Lin looked at Qin Shan and remembered how he had complained to Qin Shan a few hours earlier about Jiang Li's stupid behavior as a little undercover agent. He sighed regretfully.

"..." Qin Shan's curiosity was completely piqued, and he asked impatiently, "What exactly happened?"

Qin Lin then told him everything in detail.

"Holy crap!" Qin Shan exclaimed in shock, "Xu Zhenghua and Master Rong?"

Qin Lin nodded, admitting his mistake and correcting himself: "Just think of me as ignorant before, I misjudged you..."

Qin Shan looked at him in disbelief. Qin Lin was the most difficult one to deal with among the four of them, Feng Lin Huo Shan. Was he going to back down so easily?

Qin Lin met his meaningful gaze and sighed, "Brother, use your brain. Don't you know what kind of people work in the Narcotics Control Bureau? It's an impregnable fortress that even you can't breach!"

Qin Shan was displeased by these words: "If you want to praise the Narcotics Control Bureau, then praise it. Why do you have to put me down? Is that interesting?"

"That's not the point." Qin Lin leaned forward and analyzed for him, "Think about it, even these people treat Jiang Li with utmost respect, so what do you think makes Jiang Li so trustworthy?"

The Narcotics Control Bureau's authority is entirely based on its capabilities.

Qin Shan frowned and pondered, muttering, "Many people in Beijing are guessing that Xu Zhenghua has a tech genius behind him. This person is extremely skilled in reconnaissance and intelligence, and should also be a top hacker."

Who else could command such utmost respect from Xu Zhenghua besides this person?
"Holy shit!" Qin Shan realized what was happening and his eyes widened in horror.

So... that person might be... Jiang Li?!

Shen Yu and Qin Yichen: "..."

Impossible...right...

The big boss behind Xu Zhenghua was traceable more than a decade ago. How old was Jiang Li back then?

impossible.

***
Narcotics Control Bureau.

Jiang Li leaned lazily against the table, wearing black cargo pants and Martin boots, her long legs standing out.

She held the computer steadily with one hand, while the other hand rapidly typed on the keyboard, her fingers moving with exquisite beauty that dazzled the viewer.

His posture exuded a nonchalant, bandit-like air.

A menthol cigarette dangled from her rosy lips, her cold and alluring eyes lowered, reflecting the green code on the computer screen.

Complex code kept pouring out from the bottom of the screen.

It was like a visually stunning feast for the eyes.

With the final press of the Enter key, the program started running smoothly.

Jiang Li raised one eyebrow slightly, looking at the men and women surrounding her, while the computer screen rotated 180 degrees on her arm.

The moves were incredibly cool.

"Alright." Jiang Li flicked the ash off his cigarette.

The others took the computer, quickly checked it, and then looked at her with admiration: "Wow, so fast!"

He truly deserves to be called a hacker master whom even their boss respects.

I don't know how the boss managed to poach this big shot.

Jiang Li raised an eyebrow: "Quickly?"

The others nodded emphatically, their expressions one of fanatical devotion.

Jiang Li smiled and said in a somewhat irreverent tone, "Women can be fast, but men can't be too fast."

other people:"……"

The atmosphere fell into an eerie silence.

The usually shrewd and aloof female anti-drug police officers all blushed instantly.

Jiang Li leaned on the table, looked at them, and chuckled softly.

The group of men laughed so hard their faces turned red.

No one dared to look directly into Jiang Li's fox-like eyes.

Xu Chuang's lips twitched. What had this extraordinary learner learned in the entertainment industry?
Jiang Li raised her chin: "Go ahead and get busy."

The group of people, as if released from their restraints, ran away with flushed faces.

Jiang Li bit her cigarette and smiled.

She's so easily swayed, just like Qin Yexiao.

She was wearing a V-neck nightgown, and they even gave her a shawl to cover her chest.

Suddenly realizing that she was thinking of someone she shouldn't have, Jiang Li's eyes paused for a moment.

Xu Zhenghua cleared his throat: "Shall I take you back now, or would you like to stay here a little longer?"

Jiang Li said, "Finish this cigarette."

Xu Zhenghua and Xu Chuang followed Jiang Li to the small balcony.

The night was deep and quiet, and the area around the Narcotics Control Bureau was completely silent.

In the distance, you can see the colorful neon lights of the high-rise buildings in the city center.

At this moment, Xu Zhenghua's deputy came over with a document concerning the Du family and asked Xu Zhenghua to sign it.

Xu Zhenghua took the document, signed it, and handed it to him, saying, "The eldest son of the Qin family will help with the procedural review. This case should be over soon. You will cooperate with the investigation department to provide evidence."

The deputy was taken aback, wondering how they had gotten involved with the Qin family.

You should know that their anti-drug bureau never deals with any forces in Beijing.

But the deputy didn't ask any further questions and dutifully replied, "Yes."

The small balcony fell silent again.

Xu Zhenghua glanced at Jiang Li, his gaze lingering on her arm.

He rolled up his black sleeves to his elbows, revealing the scratches, and said, "You shouldn't be so impulsive as to attack Fang Ziqing and Du Yue right now."

Even though Jiang Li always takes responsibility for things, he acted somewhat recklessly this time.

The evidence they have is not comprehensive.

Jiang Li's nonchalant smile slowly faded, all her emotions buried in a pale, cold mist.

A hazy aura of death emanated from his cold and fierce eyes.

The surrounding air pressure dropped lower and lower, creating a suffocating atmosphere. For a long while...

Xu Zhenghua heard her long-lost, low and hoarse voice.

“I owe Song Wei my life, and I have to protect his sister.”

Over the years, Jiang Li has always lost control of her emotions whenever it comes to matters concerning the Song siblings, Song Wei and Song Qing.

But as time went by, she learned to suppress her emotions more and more fiercely.

Xu Zhenghua asked, "How is Song Wei?"

Jiang Li said, "It's just like that, neither dead nor alive."

Xu Zhenghua sighed: "Over the years, you've tried everything to cure him, but to no avail. You can only keep him hanging on by a thread."

Jiang Li took a deep drag on his cigarette, and the aura of death surrounding him grew even stronger, as if he were a demon crawling out of a hell filled with corpses.

Xu Zhenghua said in a deep voice, "How about we go find Master Xiao and ask him to check on Song Wei?"

Jiang Liyan inhaled too deeply, her voice hoarse: "When I was in my senior year of high school, Song Wei almost died from medical complications, and it was Qin Yexiao who saved him."

There's a saying circulating in the medical community: at Beijing No. 1 Hospital, patients treated by Qin Yexiao of the Medical Alliance are only transferred to funeral homes; if he can't cure them, then no one can.

Song Wei was so seriously injured back then, it was only by luck that he survived.

Xu Zhenghua was somewhat speechless.

Song Wei, a person in a vegetative state.

It is a deep wound in their hearts, and with the slightest pull, it bleeds profusely.

Xu Zhenghua opened his mouth and said weakly, "Do your best."

He didn't say the second half of the sentence, "Leave it to fate," because that was a major taboo in Jiang Li's writings.

Jiang Li took another deep drag of his cigarette, his fingertips glowing bright red, the tobacco making a soft burning sound.

She stubbed out her cigarette in the ashtray of the trash can, exhaling white smoke: "I'm leaving."

Xu Chuang snapped out of his daze and quickly said, "I'll see you off."

Xu Zhenghua turned to the side, looked at Jiang Li's back, and sighed.

Either Song Wei dies, or Jiang Li can finally let go.

Either Song Wei comes back to life, or Jiang Li is reborn.

Both are difficult.

Even if Song Wei is on his last breath, Jiang Li will do everything she can to keep him alive.

So, Song Wei lay in the hospital, neither alive nor dead.

***
Even late at night, traffic in Beijing remains congested.

At the red light, Xu Chuang stepped on the brake and glanced to the side.

Jiang Lijin's thin, pale arm rested on the black car window, a cigarette between his fingers, his head slightly lowered as he read the electronic version of the script for "Like a Dream".

Xu Chuang knew that once Jiang Li entered a profession, she would be extremely serious and would do her best.

Even for a minor role with only a few lines, she would study it dozens or even hundreds of times to bring out the best in the character.

Song Wei was mentioned tonight; Xu Chuang has been worried about Jiang Li's condition.

Song Wei is a taboo subject; whenever it is mentioned, Jiang Li's condition deteriorates drastically, and he smokes incessantly.

Then he locked himself in the basement of his villa in the suburbs of Beijing.

In the dim light, she embroidered a traditional Chinese painting while holding a cigarette in her mouth. If she was not satisfied, she would pour gasoline on it. Her slender white fingers held the cigarette, and with a light touch of the cigarette butt, flames shot into the sky. A painting burned to ashes bit by bit in her eyes.

Xu Chuang had met him once.

The scene was beautifully lonely, fragmented, and suffocating.

She wouldn't recover her composure until the only traditional Chinese painting was finished, and then she would ask Xu Chuang to find a way to sell it.

Jiang Li calmed herself down by doing embroidery.

She tried calligraphy, traditional Chinese ink painting, sketching—she tried everything, but nothing worked.

Only embroidery could calm her down.

However, her embroidery process was not peaceful; rather, it resembled a violent outburst.

Seeing that she could still control her emotions and didn't mention going back to the suburban villa, Xu Chuang's heart, which had been pounding with tension, slowly relaxed.

He said, "I always felt that you were a little different when you came back this time. I didn't see you asking me to sell your paintings. On the contrary, you seemed to be in a good mood."

"Is that so?" Jiang Li replied casually.

Xu Chuang hummed in agreement. The light turned green, and he started the car. The car radio broadcast the weather forecast for tomorrow.

Sunny, southwest wind, 20℃~31℃

It's a nice day.

Xu Chuang boldly said, "Try to go to basements in the suburbs less often in the future. People still need to get some sunshine so their minds don't get moldy."

Everyone in the Narcotics Control Bureau hopes that one day they can live in the sunlight.

Even if they cannot live in the sunlight, they still hope that their tombstone can stand openly in the bright daylight.

Jiang Li let out a laugh, looked up at the road ahead, leaned back, a cigarette between her fingers, and held her phone in her hand, propping it against the car window.

She tilted her head slightly, her tone arrogant and unrestrained, her voice low and hoarse: "Someone like me, full of sins, deserves to rot in the gutter."

Everyone loves the sunlight and sees it as salvation.

There's no room for so many people to stand under the sun.

Jiang Li prefers darkness to so-called light; in that endless, cold blackness, there is no need for pity or redemption.

Darkness is a person's unrestrained revelry.

She never needed any so-called light.

Xu Chuang opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Jiang Li interrupted him.

"Say one more word, and you can leave the car behind and run back to the Narcotics Bureau." Jiang Li's tone was light, yet it was filled with a chilling danger.

In an instant, the hairs on the back of Xu Chuang stood on end, a chill ran straight to the top of his head, and his scalp tingled.

“…I’ll shut up.” He said in a trembling voice, then pursed his lips and quietly drove off without daring to breathe.

Thank you for your support.

Eight thousand words written at midnight~
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