New Order Plan

I was so close to getting married.

Then, like an ordinary person, they would have children, work, grow old, and live a simple and uneventful life.

If... if the last mission hadn't failed.

Having served the General Intelligence Agency for ten years, countless bullets had been fired at the enemy, but he never imagined that one day they would be fired at the girl who said she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him.

boom!

The bedroom door was kicked open violently, and Jiang Qingshan, who was curled up in the corner of the closet, was suddenly awakened.

I had another dream.

He wiped the fine beads of sweat from his forehead, his chest heaving.

For three years, he has never had any other dreams.

It's as if I'm trapped in that day forever.

Jiang Qingshan took a deep breath, rubbed his face, and quickly regained his composure in the darkness.

Just then, footsteps and voices could be heard outside.

"Madam, you smell so good."

"Hmm? Why are you unwilling again? I have long admired you, Madam."

"The group is undergoing business restructuring next month, and the chairman said there will be layoffs. Madam, you wouldn't want your husband to lose his job, would you?"

"Without the accommodation and guarantee provided by the group, you will have no choice but to move from this planned area to the quarantine zone."

"That place is a mixed bag; people go missing or are murdered every day..."

"Look, she's crying again."

"I'm a standing director, the layoff list is in my hands. Just ask me for help."

Jiang Qingshan listened for a few moments, frowned slightly, and took out his phone from his pocket.

Open the HelpMe app and send a message to your friend "Honest Person": Hello, the reward for this order needs to be doubled.

The other party quickly replied: No, brother, how can you change your mind at the last minute when the price was agreed upon in advance?

Jiang Qingshan: You didn't tell me in advance that I would need to deal with two people.

other side:???

Jiang Qingshan: If you don't add more money, I'm leaving.

Two minutes later, the other party transferred 3952.8 yuan and replied: Bro, that's all. Please block the person and I'll be home right away!

Jiang Qingshan didn't say anything more and immediately confirmed receipt of payment.

It's already pitiful enough for an employer to have their home robbed; a little less is fine too.

Besides, he's just earning some extra money in his spare time, so there's no need to be so calculating.

With this income, my expenses for this month are covered.

Jiang Qingshan put his phone away, put on the work gloves he had prepared in advance, opened the cabinet door, and crawled out.

In an instant, the sounds inside the room stopped abruptly, and the two men who had intended to commit the crime were frozen in place in fright.

He had slicked-back hair and a powdered face, and his hair was gray. He looked to be over fifty years old.

Another young man with blond hair stood by the bed, his pants halfway down.

The headlights were a bit dazzling, and there was a faint body odor in the air.

Wedding photos hang on the snow-white wall, and the young couple smiles sweetly.

How great.

Jiang Qingshan couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, "Old man, what else can you do besides getting people covered in your spittle?"

"Damn it, there was an ambush! That guy surnamed Cui is such a clueless bastard!"

The old man who was on top of the woman came to his senses and muttered a few words in disappointment.

He remained calm, stood up, straightened his disheveled shirt, and glanced sideways at Jiang Qingshan.

He wore a worn-out retro military coat, his hair was messy, his face was covered in stubble, and a crumpled cigarette was tucked behind his left ear.

Standing there, he looked rustic and unsophisticated, like an unemployed vagrant begging for food from the quarantine zone.

"Hey kid, do you know who I am? It's not a wise choice to offend the director of Changsheng Group just to make a little money."

As the old man spoke, he took out a thick wad of banknotes from his wallet and tossed them into Jiang Qingshan's arms.

He only wanted to discuss the true meaning of life with the beautiful woman in front of him; he had no time to waste with a petty hoodlum.

He'd seen plenty of people like that; they were just people who took money to do things, and they'd listen to whoever paid them the most.

That coward surnamed Cui is really naive. Even if we catch him in the act, what can we do?

If you dare to lay a finger on him, you can forget about staying in the planning area forever.

Thinking of this, the old man grinned lewdly and said, "Kid, if you want to stay, you'll have to wait in line."

Jiang Qingshan raised an eyebrow and, without thinking, kicked the other person off the bed.

What is this guy muttering incoherently?

Still queuing? What do they take him for?

No matter how much of a scoundrel Jiang Qingshan is, he wouldn't do something so disgusting.

Entering someone's garden to steal their melons, teasing someone's child about missing their mother—they are worse than animals.

"Damn it..."

The old man lying on the ground gasped, then glared angrily at the blond-haired man, "Zhengjiu, what kind of work are you doing?!"

Huang Mao gritted his teeth, pulled a fruit knife from his jacket lying on the ground, and looked at Jiang Qingshan with a sinister gaze.

He had gone to great lengths to arrange this in order to please Director Kim, but unexpectedly, this incident occurred.

That clueless country bumpkin deserves to die.

"Hey! Which leg did you use to kick Director Kim just now? I'll cripple you!"

The blond-haired man gestured fiercely at Jiang Qingshan.

Seeing this, Jiang Qingshan retreated behind the door and waved his hand, advising, "Put the knife down quickly, it would be bad if someone died."

"ha?"

"It won't come to the point of resorting to knives or guns."

"You little rascal, are you scared now?"

Filled with pent-up anger, the blond-haired man quickly drew his knife and approached.

Just as he was about to thrust his knife out, everything went black before his eyes, and he froze completely.

Clang.

The knife fell to the ground.

Cold sweat poured down his face.

Huang Mao, like a deflated balloon, swallowed hard, his eyes filled with fear and suspicion.

Jiang Qingshan brandished the dark muzzle of his gun, expressionless, and commanded, "Hands behind your head, crouch in the corner!"

The blond-haired man trembled and obediently did as he was told.

The old man, who had just picked up his tools to help, was suddenly dumbfounded.

What's going on? This kid has a gun!

Could it be that the man surnamed Cui hired an assassin?

Ah, damn it...

"Don't shoot! I have money, let's talk this out!"

The old man quickly raised his hands and carefully moved to the side of the blond-haired man.

Jiang Qingshan asked with great interest, "Oh? How many?"

The old man pointed to the wallet on the bed, sweating profusely, and said, "There's a total of one million United Coins in the card. It's all yours. From now on, you can work for me, with a monthly salary of twenty thousand. How about it?"

Jiang Qingshan neither agreed nor disagreed, and ordered the old man to face the wall.

Then, he took out his bank card from his wallet, walked over, and had the other person press it behind their head.

"One million, stacked up, should be enough to stop a bullet, right?"

Jiang Qingshan pressed the gun against the card and muttered seriously, "What do you think, Director Jin?"

"?"

The old man was stunned by what he heard, then his face turned ashen. He was filled with shock and fear, and his lips trembled so much that he could not speak.

madman!

Neuropathy!

Jiang Qingshan scoffed, took a few steps back, and teased the two, saying, "Let's play a game. One hundred squats. Whoever finishes first lives. Call out your numbers. Let's begin."

The two were terrified and dared not disobey, so they immediately rushed to do it.

Jiang Qingshan sat back on the edge of the bed, gun in hand, and took the cigarette from his ear and put it in his mouth.

But after searching through all his pockets, he realized he hadn't brought a lighter, which made him a little annoyed.

Just then, there was a rustling sound on the bed.

The woman, huddled in the corner, carefully climbed to the foot of the bed, held the lighter in both hands, and respectfully lit the cigarette.

Jiang Qingshan was stunned for a moment, and looking at the other person who looked terrified but also mustered up the courage, he gently thanked him.

The woman nodded gratefully and then left the bedroom with a sigh of relief.

Not long after, a man's voice came from outside.

The employer is back.

Jiang Qingshan holstered his gun, got up and walked to the living room. He whispered to the man who was walking in, "Stopped him, didn't let him in. Remember to give me a good review."

"Damn it, I killed those two beasts."

The man gritted his teeth in hatred and turned around to grab a kitchen knife from the kitchen.

Jiang Qingshan's eye twitched, and he abruptly grabbed the other man: "Mr. Cui, do you want to go to jail?"

"I......"

"Intentional homicide will get you reassigned to the disaster zone's replenishment and development team, where the chances of survival are slim. What will happen to your family if you die?"

The man remained silent for a few seconds, then threw down the cleaver with a livid expression.

He glanced at his wife, whose face was streaked with tears, clenched his fists, and rushed into the bedroom.

......

Elevator lobby.

Jiang Qingshan leaned on the windowsill, smoking a cigarette, quietly overlooking the bustling streets.

Night had not yet fully fallen, but two bright pearls were already visible to the naked eye in the sky.

Besides that mysterious, cold moon, there is also the independent star city.

Three years ago, he escaped death from there.

bite----

The sound of the elevator opening and closing interrupted Jiang Qingshan's drifting thoughts.

He exhaled a puff of smoke, lit up his phone screen, and glanced at it.

2080年3月29日，傍晚18时29分。

It's almost time to go to work.

I'm still a little short of this month's target, so I need to hurry up and finish it today, otherwise I'll have to listen to my father's nagging again.

Jiang Qingshan took off his green military overcoat and placed it on the windowsill, straightened his duty uniform underneath, and took out his defense communication device to turn it on and go online.

Just after I finished swiping my card, a call came in: "Help needed! My husband has been assaulted. Please call the nearest police officer..."

"Jiang Qingshan from the Second Investigation Team has arrived at the scene."

"Eh? Okay, senpai."

Jiang Qingshan stubbed out his cigarette, put on his cap and badge, and turned to walk into the noisy room.