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"Bang!"

The door to the director of the countermeasures bureau's office was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and the door slammed against the wall with a dull thud.

Lin Fan, who was organizing files inside, was startled by the sudden noise and almost dropped the folder in his hand.

He looked up at the doorway and saw An Linjun leaning against the door frame, her chest heaving violently, clearly having run all the way there.

"What's wrong? Why are you so flustered?" Lin Fan asked, frowning.

He had known An Linjun for so long, and he had never seen her with this expression before.

"Lin Fan, why are you alone? Where's Old Zhao?"

An Linjun anxiously scanned the office, but it was empty except for Lin Fan.

"Old Zhao took Dasheng to other districts to show off to his old comrades." Lin Fan put the folder he was sorting halfway through on the table.

These documents are all reports of extraterrestrial civilization events that require urgent attention in the near future, and he originally planned to archive them all today.

"When will he be back?" An Linjun pressed, then waved her hand, "Never mind, just call Old Zhao and urge him to come back as soon as possible."

"What exactly happened?" Lin Fan didn't immediately make a phone call.

Since An Linjun came in, she hasn't said anything useful except for asking Old Zhao to come back.

An Linjun took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, and then looked into Lin Fan's eyes, speaking slowly and deliberately.

"My cousin, An Linyue. She's gotten into trouble."

An Linyue.

Lin Fan certainly knew him.

The countermeasures bureau specifically placed a hidden piece next to Lu Ze.

"What's wrong with her?" Lin Fan pressed the speakerphone button.

"She killed an alien nobleman."

"What?"

Lin Fan gasped, his fingers hovering over the dial button freezing in place.

He was well aware of the weight of the words "alien nobles".

Extraterrestrial civilizations active on Earth can be broadly categorized into three types:

Legally registered residents, unidentified illegal immigrants, and the aristocracy with diplomatic immunity.

The last type is the fewest in number, but each one has an entire interstellar family behind it.

The death of a noble is like stirring up a hornet's nest for an interstellar family.

The situation was urgent, and Lin Fan didn't have time to ask for details.

He dialed Zhao Deshan's mobile phone number directly, and the call was answered after only two rings.

"Xiao Fan! What's wrong?"

A loud, clear voice came from the other end of the microphone, full of energy and radiant with vitality.

He was clearly showing off in front of his old comrades and was in high spirits while drinking.

Lin Fan didn't exchange any unnecessary pleasantries. After saying hello, he briefly reported on An Lin Yue's situation.

Zhao Deshan on the other end of the phone was silent for a few seconds.

"I'll be right back."

Just as Lin Fan was about to respond, Zhao Deshan suddenly changed the subject.

"Wait... Go find that kid Lu Ze first and ask him to help you resolve this."

"Old Zhao?"

Lin Fan's voice was full of surprise.

He thought Zhao Deshan would rush back to take charge of the situation immediately, since if something happened to the alien nobles on Earth, it could easily turn into an interstellar diplomatic crisis.

As a result, Old Zhao actually wanted to dump such a huge mess on Lu Ze?

"Just go directly to that kid and tell him I can't come back for the time being, and that I'm leaving everything to him. I'll take the blame if anything goes wrong."

Zhao Deshan's tone returned to calm, as if he were explaining a very ordinary field mission.

Lin Fan understood this time.

Zhao Deshan clearly wanted to use this opportunity to test Lu Ze's true intentions.

The killing of alien nobles on Earth is a matter that can be considered a big deal or a small deal.

Improper handling could trigger a diplomatic dispute.

But it just so happens that the people involved in the case are acquaintances of Lu Ze, which is practically a litmus test delivered to his doorstep.

If Lu Ze is willing to intervene, it will be a good opportunity to see just how many cards he still has up his sleeve.

"Old Zhao, he has never liked to get involved in the affairs of the Countermeasures Bureau. Will he really take on this?" Lin Fan voiced his concerns.

He had dealt with Lu Ze several times and knew how much that guy disliked being "pulled to work by the official organization".

"That just means you don't know that kid well enough. He might turn down other things, but An Lin Yue is someone he knows, so he'll most likely take care of her."

Zhao Deshan's voice came through the microphone, his tone resolute.

He paused, then added.

"Xiao Fan, you handle this matter. Don't let Xiao An get involved."

Otherwise, the deception will be exposed.