Awakening the Phoenix Flow System after the breakup, I'm so happy!

"You want to ask something? Of course."

Chen Yang stroked his chin and looked Shen Man up and down.

"How's the pay at your Special Investigations Bureau? I'm the kind of person who has no motivation to work if I don't have money. And when I'm not motivated, my X-ray vision just stops working."

Shen Man paused, then rolled her eyes at him in annoyance.

"The pay is plentiful! As long as you come out safely, I'll give you three times the amount."

After saying that, she picked up her bag, put on her leather boots, and walked out of the coffee shop without looking back, leaving Chen Yang with a beautiful yet menacing back view.

Chen Yang watched her leave and chuckled softly.

After leaving the coffee shop, Chen Yang sent Qin Xue a message to let her know he was safe. He then grabbed a quick bite at a roadside stall for dinner. As it grew dark, he leisurely hailed a taxi and headed straight for the eastern suburbs.

The further out you drive, the more desolate the surrounding buildings become.

The driver kept grumbling the whole way, saying that driving into this godforsaken abandoned industrial area so late at night was like seeing ghosts, and he insisted that Chen Yang add fifty yuan to the delivery fee before he would drive in.

to the place.

It was quite windy at night.

Chen Yang paid the fare, opened the car door, and got out.

There isn't even a street lamp in this place.

He walked forward, stepping on the pebbles scattered on the ground.

Not far ahead, I saw a black SUV parked.

There were three people standing in front of the car.

Shen Man changed her outfit today.

She was wearing a full-black, tight-fitting tactical suit.

He was wearing a bulletproof vest over his clothes.

A tactical holster was strapped to her long, slender leg.

He was wearing a pair of high-top combat boots.

This outfit accentuated her already stunning figure, making her curves even more defined.

Chen Yang put his hands in his pockets and slowly walked up to the group.

"Commander Shen is dressed so form-fittingly late at night. This doesn't look like an adventure. People would believe he's on a fashion show."

Shen Man ignored his teasing.

She turned to the side and pointed to two fully armed men next to her.

"These two are elites from our Special Investigations Bureau's Field Operations Team Two."

"The tall guy is called Zhao Gang, codename Old K, he's an assault soldier."

"The shorter one is called Li Qiang, codename Nail, and he's in charge of demolition and technical support."

Chen Yang followed her hand and looked over.

Zhao Gang was a burly man over 1.9 meters tall with a buzz cut and a scar on his face that ran from the corner of his eye to his ear.

Li Qiang is not tall but looks very sturdy, with a huge black tactical backpack on his back.

Zhao Gang looked Chen Yang up and down a few times.

Looking at Chen Yang's wrinkled T-shirt and canvas shoes.

He snorted through his nose.

"Commander Shen, are you sure you want to bring this pretty boy along tonight?"

"When did our Special Investigations Bureau fall so low that we have to hire unemployed locals as consultants?"

"This guy has such delicate skin. If we encounter something after we go down into the air-raid shelter, I'll have to use my hands to protect him. Wouldn't that be causing trouble for the brothers?"

Li Qiang chimed in from the side.

"Yes, sir, our mission this time is top secret."

"They said Kuroba was conducting biological experiments inside."

"Bringing someone who's never even touched a gun in there, who's going to take responsibility if something goes wrong?"

Shen Man was about to say something to explain.

Chen Yang simply waved his hand and took over the conversation.

"Hey guys, could we please not be so sure of ourselves?"

"If you really had that ability, Commander Shen wouldn't have spent three times the price to hire me to cover for you."

Zhao Gang took a step forward, his massive body blocking Chen Yang's path.

He looked down at Chen Yang, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"Kid, you'd better watch your mouth."

"When I was killing mercenaries on the border, you were probably still playing in the mud somewhere."

"Want to have a match right now? I'll give you a handicap with one hand. If you can withstand three of my moves, I'll admit defeat."

Chen Yang did not back down.

He looked at Zhao Gang with a smile.

The eye of insight in my mind quietly opened.

Zhao Gang's burly body immediately became semi-transparent in their field of vision.

The intricate network of meridians and blood vessels gradually emerged.

Chen Yang extended a finger and accurately poked the spot below Zhao Gang's seventh rib on the left side.

This looks light and effortless.

Zhao Gang gasped in pain.

His tall body involuntarily took two large steps back.

He clutched his ribs, looking at Chen Yang with a face full of incomprehension.

"Did you break your seventh rib on the left side three months ago?"

Chen Yang withdrew his hand and wiped it on his clothes.

"Moreover, when the bone was set during the surgery, the blood clots inside were not completely drained."

"Now, whenever the weather is cloudy, half of your body aches so much that you can't lift your arm."

"With your physical condition, you still want me to take three moves from you? I'm afraid I'll shatter your newly set bones with one slap. Would that count as a work injury?"

Li Qiang, who was standing next to him, was dumbfounded.

He reached for the pistol at his waist, his voice rising an octave.

"How did you know that Old K had suffered such an injury? Nobody knows about this except in our internal files."

Chen Yang turned to look at Li Qiang.

"I not only know that he broke his ribs, but I also know that you have a sprained ligament in your right wrist, which is a serious old injury."

"Is your Special Investigations Bureau about to go bankrupt? You can't even afford a proper team doctor, and you're dragging such serious illnesses out here to risk your lives."

After he finished speaking, the scene became so quiet that you could hear the wind blowing through the grass.

Zhao Gang and Li Qiang exchanged a glance.

This time, no one dared to look down on the young man in the T-shirt anymore.

Shen Man pulled Chen Yang aside and warned him in a low voice.

"Can't you watch your mouth? These are brothers who have gone through thick and thin with me. Why do you have to undermine them?"

Chen Yang moved closer to her and twitched his nose.

"This is not my fault. They started it first. I called it self-defense and counterattack."

"Also, Commander Shen, isn't your perfume a bit too strong?"

"In this pitch-black air-raid shelter, this smell can be smelled for miles around. Isn't that just an obvious announcement that we're here?"

Shen Man blushed and pinched his arm.

"This is the smell of my shower gel after I just took a shower, not perfume."

"Alright, stop joking around. Let's get down to business. We're about to go in."

She turned and gestured to her two still somewhat bewildered subordinates.

"Old K will lead the way, Nail will cover the rear, and Chen Yang will follow me in the middle."

Zhao Gang immediately picked up his rifle and turned on his tactical flashlight.

He carefully pushed open the rusty iron door of the abandoned factory.

The four people filed in.

It was full of abandoned rusting machines and construction debris.

Shen Man held a tablet computer and used the diagrams on it to guide the way.

"The entrance to the air-raid shelter is below Boiler Room No. 1 on the second basement level."

"The people of Kuroba are cunning; they do a very good job of disguising themselves from the outside."

The group walked down the dusty cement stairs.

The basement was cold and damp, with a pungent smell of engine oil in the air.

Chen Yang walked behind Shen Man.

The beam of the flashlight swayed back and forth in front of me.

He looked at Shen Man walking ahead of him.

Her rounded curves swayed constantly as she walked.

In this dim and oppressive environment, this scene certainly puts the cadres to the test.

"Commander Shen, these steps are so slippery, please watch your step carefully. If you fall, I'll have to carry you up."

Shen Man answered without turning her head.

"If you focused on watching the road, you wouldn't have so much nonsense to say."

The group quickly arrived at the boiler room on the lowest floor.

Zhao Gang stopped in front of him and squatted down next to a huge lump of iron.

"Sir, we've found the entrance. There are signs that this iron plate has been recently disturbed."

Shen Man walked over quickly.

On the ground was a thick steel plate, three meters square, with many fresh friction marks on its edges.

Li Qiang took a small crowbar out of his backpack.

Together with Zhao Gang, they slowly pushed the heavy steel plate aside.

A cold wind carrying a fishy stench blew directly up from below.

Below was a bottomless passage, with only a rusty iron ladder leading into the darkness.

Shen Man drew her pistol and waved behind her.

"Get ready, everyone turn on your night vision goggles."

Just as Zhao Gang raised his leg to step down.

Chen Yang grabbed Shen Man's wrist.

"Wait a moment."

"You regular soldiers are too audacious, jumping down without even checking what's down there."

Shen Man stopped what she was doing and turned to look at him.

"What did you find?"

Chen Yang pointed to the first rung of the iron ladder.

"Shine your flashlight over that spot and look carefully."

Zhao Gang turned down the flashlight's aperture and shone it directly onto the crossbar.

Under strong light.

Only then did everyone see clearly that a layer of transparent, viscous liquid was stuck to the rusty crossbar.

The liquid stretched into long, thin strands, like glue.

It emitted a nauseating, sour, and rotten smell.

Li Qiang rubbed a little bit on the edge with his tactical gloved hand and smelled it under his nose.

He gagged.

"Sir, this smell is off. It doesn't taste like sewage grime; it tastes more like the saliva left by some large animal."

Chen Yang released Shen Man's hand and took a step forward.

He casually picked up a palm-sized piece of broken brick from the ground.

"Don't rush in. If you regular troops just step in like that, you might not even know how you died."

"Listen to what's going on down there."

After saying that, he threw the broken bricks in his hand down the passage.

The bricks fell in the darkness, striking the iron ladder with a dull thud.

Immediately afterwards, a piercing shriek shot up from the ground.

The sound was something that neither humans nor any known animals could produce.

It's more like many iron brushes scraping against a steel plate at the same time.