New Order Plan

On the hotel rooftop, several spaceships took off one after another, then disappeared into the sky at an extremely high speed.

At the street food stalls behind the building, Jiang Qingshan turned his gaze away and devoured the food.

He wiped his hands, got up, and went back into the car.

He lit a cigarette, sat quietly for a while, and then reached out to turn on the car radio.

Coincidentally, the radio was playing a familiar tune, Ye Wan'an's favorite aria, "Nessun Dorma".

......

Sink, stars~~~

At dawn, I will win!

......

The music echoed in the dark car.

Jiang Qingshan took out the old photo of himself and Lin Baiyun from his inner pocket, held it up in front of his eyes, and stared blankly into space.

Actually, you can't see anything.

Only the red dot on the cigarette butt was flashing.

Two hours later.

Jiang Qingshan put away the photos, took off his military overcoat, folded it neatly, and placed it in the passenger seat.

He then straightened his duty uniform, put on his hat, hung up his badge, and got out of the car, walking towards the parking lot behind the hotel.

It was late at night, and the streets were much quieter.

Jiang Qingshan stood under a tree by the roadside. The wind rustled the leaves, and birds chirped on the branches.

Police officers from the area were still patrolling the parking lot, and a smart drone was hovering back and forth.

He kept his head down, his eyes suddenly changing as he focused his mental energy to control a small bird to take off from a branch and crash into the drone at high speed.

Bang!

The drone failed to evade and crashed to the ground in pieces.

The police officers below were startled and rushed over to check.

After discovering the bird's carcass and bloodstains on the ground, a cacophony of complaints arose.

Jiang Qingshan walked nonchalantly to the base of the wall, tilted his head slightly, and suddenly felt his body lighten, his feet leaving the ground, rising upwards like a hydrogen balloon.

The windows of room 303 were tightly closed, and the curtains were drawn, letting in only a faint light.

He glanced at it, and the window sash clicked open by itself from the inside.

Inside the room, Cui Chengxia had just come out of the bathroom when she heard the sound and froze. The woman lying on the bed also sat up abruptly, and the two of them looked out the window at the same time.

A gust of wind blew in, and the curtains billowed like sails.

Immediately, as if a stage play were to open, the curtains were pulled back to the sides, and Jiang Qingshan stepped out.

Good evening, both of you.

Jiang Qingshan greeted the two with a cold look in his eyes.

Cui Chengxia was terrified; a sudden heat rose in his groin, and he instantly urinated.

This guy...this guy...

He actually dared to break into the investigation team's residence!

It’s over.

It's all over.

Choi Sung-ha tried to turn around, open the door, and run away, but her legs went weak, and she fell to the ground as soon as she moved.

He tried to call for help, but as soon as he opened his mouth, something shot into his throat like lightning, choking him and making his eyes water and almost unable to breathe.

Jiang Qingshan sat on the sofa, and the window behind him closed by itself, and the curtains returned to their original state.

He beckoned to Choi Sung-ha, who was lying on the ground, and Choi slid down to him like a dead dog.

"Counselor Cui Chengxia, you have three minutes to say what I want to hear."

Jiang Qingshan gripped the other person's neck, gradually increasing the pressure in his hand.

Cui Chengxia's face turned red and veins bulged from being pinched. He waved his hand and slapped Jiang Qingshan's arm, unconsciously turning his head to cast a pleading look at his wife on the bed.

Jiang Qingshan looked up at him with a sharp gaze.

The woman had her hair down, wore a sexy pink nightgown, and had full lips painted with a glossy sheen, but her face was bloodless, and her eyes showed horror and panic.

She forced herself to remain calm, adopting an innocent expression as she said, "I...we're just archivists..."

"Yes, yes, cough cough cough, we...we were just ordered to forge a document..."

Choi Sung-ha quickly chimed in, saying he was almost out of breath.

Jiang Qingshan loosened his grip a little.

Choi Sung-ha seemed to have choked on water and immediately began to gasp for breath.

Jiang Qingshan said coldly, "You have two minutes left."

Cui Chengxia knelt on the ground, trembling all over, and hurriedly repeated what he had told Qin Dahai.

The woman sitting on the bed kept nodding in agreement.

"That's all we know," the woman said nervously, glancing at her phone on the pillow.

But as soon as his gaze fell upon it, the phone flew into Jiang Qingshan's hand in a flash.

You have one minute left.

Jiang Qingshan's voice was completely devoid of any emotion.

Upon hearing this, Cui Chengxia trembled violently, his mouth moved slightly, and his eyes were filled with pleading.

"Please, please let us go! We were wrong, so wrong! We were forced to commit perjury by Jin Yuansheng. We had no choice!"

Seeing this, the woman quickly and shakily got out of bed, knelt before Jiang Qingshan, squeezed out two tears, and said weakly and pitifully, "We had no choice, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."

"Is there anything else you want to say?" Jiang Qingshan looked at him indifferently, then suddenly tightened his grip.

Choi Sung-ha's lips turned purple from being pinched, her eyes bulged, and she tilted her head back like a dead fish.

The woman collapsed to the ground, her eyes filled with terror.

She gritted her teeth, wanting to call for help, but was immediately strangled by a flying data cable.

As her consciousness began to fade, Cui Chengxia glimpsed something and, with her last strength, managed to squeeze out two words: "I... said..."

Jiang Qingshan nodded and released the two of them.

The woman coughed a few times, clutching her neck, her eyes filled with despair.

After a long pause, Cui Chengxia looked at his wife, his expression ashen, and gritted his teeth, saying, "Whether I can let her live or not after I tell you, if you want revenge, then kill me. I was one of the people in charge of the Old Order Project back then, and she was just an archivist who knew nothing."

The woman froze, a look of surprise flashing across her desperate and terrified eyes, followed by a slow surge of pain.

Jiang Qingshan looked at the two people in front of him, then suddenly gave a self-deprecating laugh, his expression somewhat complicated.

His smile faded, he sighed softly, and nodded to Choi Sung-ha: "I don't kill women and children."

Cui Chengxia was overjoyed. He couldn't care less about anything else at this moment, and his mind raced as he said, "The Old Order Project is a top-secret project between the General Administration and Independent Star City..."

Jiang Qingshan's brows gradually furrowed.

Cui Chengxia spoke at length, as if pouring beans from a bamboo tube.

After a moment, he glanced at his wife out of the corner of his eye, swallowed hard, and said, "When we destroyed the documents, I secretly kept a copy of the plan and hid it in..."

"Hmm?" A glint flashed in Jiang Qingshan's eyes as he leaned forward, staring intently at Cui Chengxia.

Cui Chengxia lowered his head, cold sweat sliding down his face and falling to the ground, shattering into eight pieces.

He blinked frantically, then looked up and said with certainty, "It's hidden in the disaster zone!"

"Location."

I'm writing this to you.

Choi Sung-ha gripped the hem of her clothes with both hands and said in a trembling voice.

Jiang Qingshan beckoned with his finger, and the paper and pen on the table flew to Cui Chengxia's front.

Choi Sung-ha casually wrote a string of latitude and longitude coordinates on a sticky note, tore it off, and presented it to him with both hands.

"We are all men. Please keep your promise and let my wife live. I am sorry to you and your team. I will take responsibility for all the sins."

Jiang Qingshan remained silent.

He simply used his mental power to control the data cable to spin around the woman's neck.

Choi Sung-ha shut his mouth, seemingly awaiting death.

Ten minutes passed.

Fifteen minutes passed.

Jiang Qingshan crumpled the sticky note with the coordinates written on it into a ball and stuffed it into Cui Chengxia's mouth, sneering, "Write it again."