New Order Plan

Hotel room 303.

Choi Sung-ha sat on the floor by the bed, looking out through the French windows.

His eye bags were dark and heavy, indicating severe sleep deprivation, and his fair face had lost its luster.

Behind them, the bathroom door opened, and his wife, wrapped in a white bathrobe, walked out, her hair still wet.

The woman glanced at her husband, picked up the half-finished glass of red wine on the table, took two sips, licked her lips, and said, "What are you thinking about?"

"Why don't we escape? Let Jin Yuansheng arrange for us to leave Earth. We'll go to the Independent Star City first, and then find a way to go to the Moon to join the Empire. That way, we'll be completely safe!"

Choi Sung-ha said, her voice filled with anxiety.

Even now, despite being protected by the investigation team, he still feels extremely uneasy.

He knew the General Headquarters' style of operation well; the assassins would keep on the move until they were completely silenced.

Although the United Hotel is guarded by qualified personnel from the Disaster Management Agency, who knows how the assassin might appear?

In the past few days, he has been carefully checking the drinks and food delivered by the hotel several times, and even asking the investigation team to use professional instruments to test them.

Needless to say, the nights were even worse; I tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

These days are just too agonizing.

Thinking of this, Cui Chengxia seemed even more determined. She raised her hand, pointed to the sky outside the window, and turned back to say, "The money Kim Won-saeng gave us is enough for us to live a very comfortable life over there for the rest of our lives."

Jin Yuansheng gave them ten million United Coins, which they could exchange for Energy Crystals in Independent Star City.

This stuff is an extremely valuable military material and a source of catastrophic energy.

It can not only manufacture special ammunition and tools for the suited, but also release enormous energy in the catastrophic reactor to provide powerful and long-lasting power for spaceships and ships.

Such items are definitely a form of hard currency in the Empire.

"run?"

After putting down her wine glass, the woman sat on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and put her slender legs on the table, saying:

"I think it's better to stay here quietly. As long as we stick to the fact that we were just executors back then, even if we end up in court, we'll be out in a year or two."

The woman's pure face appeared serene and serene.

When the General Administration is thoroughly purged by the higher-ups, those old guys will definitely not survive.

Once these people are dead, they will be basically safe.

Moreover, their crimes weren't serious enough to warrant being sent to the Pioneer Team. They would only serve a year or two in jail, and if they behaved well, they could be released early.

There's really no need to run away; running away would only be more dangerous. Who knows where the assassins from headquarters are waiting for them?

Maybe he's squatting downstairs right now.

Cui Chengxia's raised arm fell limply to his side, and he murmured, his eyes unfocused, "What if something unexpected happens? Who knows if Qin Dahai will fight the General Administration to the bitter end..."

If the fight goes to the end and Qin Dahai and his people compromise with the General Administration, then they too will surely die.

The woman rubbed her legs together, wiggled her distinct toes, thought for a moment, and then joked, "Only God knows."

She glanced at her terrified husband, a hint of helplessness flashing in her clear eyes.

Choi Sung-ha scratched his dry hair, unwilling to give up, and said, "How can we leave our lives to fate? As long as we plan carefully, we can definitely escape."

The woman disagreed.

Cui Chengxia muttered to himself, "The Empire is short of people. Ordinary people are given accommodation and work when they go there. People like us will only get better treatment. It's also very safe there. In all these years, the General Administration hasn't even managed to get a needle in."

"Who knows what the situation is over there? Instead of taking such risks and going through all this trouble, we might as well consider cooperating with Qin Dahai."

"cooperate?"

Choi Sung-ha looked surprised.

The woman leisurely got up and lay on the bed, wrapping her arms around Cui Chengxia's neck from behind, and whispered in his ear, "Don't forget, I'm one of the people in charge of that project. How could I not leave myself a way out?"

"Um?"

"When I was destroying the documents, I secretly kept a copy of the plan documents and hid them in..."

"Where?"

Choi Sung-ha stared wide-eyed at his wife, his heart filled with astonishment and doubt.

He never imagined that his wife, who was ostensibly an archivist at the General Bureau like him, would actually be one of the people in charge of the Old Order Project.

He was merely an assistant executor of this plan.

Choi Sung-ha was a little confused.

What does it mean that my innocent and sweet archivist wife is actually the leader of a top-secret project?

That's bad enough, but now they're even accusing her of hoarding top-secret documents!

Choi Sung-ha stood there dumbfounded, speechless, her eyes filled with questioning.

The woman smiled faintly and said mysteriously, "I won't tell you."

"..."

"When things get really bad, go talk to Qin Dahai. They'll definitely be interested. As long as they offer a reasonable price, I'll hand it over to them."

"Okay, I'll listen to you... I'll listen to you."

Choi Sung-ha swallowed, his complexion returning to normal.

His wife's warm breath brushed against his face, and her fragrance was intoxicating.

He forced a smile.

The woman gave him a quick kiss and calmly comforted him, "What are you afraid of? Everyone dies eventually. In our line of work, we earn money every day we live."

"But... Jiang Qingshan is still alive."

"To be honest, it was I who suggested sparing his life in the first place, and now he has inadvertently saved our lives, so we're even."

The woman rolled over and lay on her back on the bed, her head drooping over the edge of the bed, looking out the window. She continued, "This time, we can use Jin Yuansheng to get rid of him. Besides, he doesn't know our true identities, so there's nothing to worry about."

Choi Sung-ha thought for a moment, his brows relaxed slightly, and his mood improved considerably.

Even if Jiang Qingshan knew, it wouldn't matter. He couldn't just force his way into the United Hotel, could he?

This is the investigation team's base, and there are disaster management agency's fittests patrolling and guarding the area outside.

And Qin Dahai, the head of the investigation team, is clearly a highly capable individual.

Moreover, even if Jiang Qingshan really killed them, he himself wouldn't be able to escape.

To commit murder right under the noses of the investigation team is to trample on the face of the coalition government, and one will naturally not escape death.

"Now, this is the safest place."

The woman got out of bed, walked to the window, and looked outside.

The weather is partly cloudy; it looks like it will rain tonight.

The parking lot was full of cars, and several police officers were checking them one by one.

Intelligent drones hovered in the air, constantly scanning passersby.

Her gaze swept over the dilapidated black car in the far distance, and she slowly raised her hand to close the curtains.

"Being too idle will lead to overthinking; let's do something productive."

"..."

Cui Chengxia was startled. He looked down at his crotch and his legs went weak.