New Order Plan

Qin Dahai thought for a moment, but did not answer directly.

He raised his right hand and gently waved it, and the half-empty bottle of beer on the table flew steadily into his hand while remaining upright.

Jiang Qingshan's eyes sharpened.

Telekinesis!

The other party is also a mental-type user, and their energy level is not low.

The layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

Control the empty bottle with your mind; too much and it will explode, too little and it will break.

Only someone with extremely precise control over their mental power can do this so effortlessly.

And when the bottle flew over, the liquid inside even formed a shape.

This is purely showing off skills.

Jiang Qingshan admitted that he couldn't do that yet.

"I had someone buy the breakfast shop that Old Wu's widow ran, so you don't need to secretly help them anymore."

Qin Dahai took a sip of his drink and said, "That kid has also been transferred from the quarantine zone to the best middle school in the planned area."

Jiang Qingshan paused, looking at Qin Dahai with great surprise.

Old Wu is his teammate.

Three years ago, the operation failed, and he was seriously injured while evading enemy pursuit.

In the end, it was Old Wu who put him into the escape spaceship and risked his life to lure the enemy away, giving him a chance to survive.

"The other three have also been changed from missing to dead, and their compensation and benefits have been delivered three times over."

After Qin Dahai finished speaking, Qin Xiaoxiao presented a stack of documents to Jiang Qingshan.

Above are the remittance records from United Bank, as well as several personal files.

After reading it, Jiang Qingshan picked up the wine bottle and took two big gulps.

Three years ago, he was demobilized and resettled by the General Intelligence Agency.

However, Lin Baiyun and three other team members could only be identified as missing according to procedures, so their families have not been able to receive the compensation they deserve.

Over the years, he has been secretly supporting the wives, children, and elderly of his teammates with the money he earns from part-time jobs.

Especially the orphans and widows left behind by Old Wu.

Because of their financial difficulties, the two of them lived and ate at that small shop.

Wu Xiaoman could only take a public airship for more than two hours every day to go to school in the quarantine area.

He was very tired over the past three years.

It felt like I was carrying a mountain on my back.

But now, I suddenly feel a great sense of relief.

"What do you want me to do?"

Jiang Qingshan downed the entire bottle of wine, let out a long sigh, and asked with sharp eyes.

There's no such thing as a free lunch.

Qin Dahai smiled knowingly, put down the wine bottle, and gently tapped the table with his hand.

With a sound, darkness began to spread from the ground, eventually engulfing the entire room.

Surrounded by complete darkness, the three of them felt as if they were in a void, with the chandelier overhead serving as their only source of light.

A mental-based domain ability!

Jiang Qingshan thought to himself, "A suitable candidate with such strength must at least be..."

"Energy Level Seven".

Qin Dahai guessed what Jiang Qingshan was thinking and spoke frankly.

Jiang Qingshan's eye twitched, and he smiled somewhat awkwardly.

"This is the realm of meditation, where we can speak freely without any risk of leaking secrets."

Qin Dahai offered an explanation, then said seriously, "With former employees of the Intelligence Bureau being murdered one after another, I think you should have already sensed the danger, right?"

Jiang Qingshan nodded calmly.

He not only sensed the danger, but if he hadn't been more skilled, he would be dead by now.

"Is it because of the operation three years ago?" Jiang Qingshan thought of what Ye Wan'an had said before.

Qin Dahai took a sip of his drink, and after a moment of silence, his gaze suddenly sharpened: "These scumbags from the General Intelligence Bureau should all be sent to a military court!"

"What do you mean?" Jiang Qingshan's heart skipped a beat.

"That imperial ecologist back then wasn't turned by anyone," Qin Dahai said with a regretful expression.

Bang!

Jiang Qingshan suddenly crushed the wine bottle in his hand, the glass shards cutting his palm and drawing blood.

His expression changed repeatedly, finally becoming so gloomy it looked like it was about to drip water.

They weren't turned?

That means there was a problem with the mission instructions they received back then.

He had always thought that there was a traitor in the defection team, but it turned out that there was no defection team at all.

They were betrayed by people from the General Administration!

Qin Dahai sighed heavily: "Unfortunately, your team has become a victim of the dirty deal between certain people and Independent Star City."

After he finished speaking, he tapped the table lightly again.

The meditation space receded like a tide, and the room returned to normal.

Jiang Qingshan clenched his bleeding fists, his whole body tense, his eyes cold as if he wanted to devour someone.

Qin Dahai watched quietly, hesitating to speak several times.

A hint of pity flashed in Qin Xiaoxiao's eyes as she stood to the side.

She bit her full lips, hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward, grabbed a few tissues, and bent down to wipe the blood from Jiang Qingshan's hands.

A few minutes later.

Jiang Qingshan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and silently lit a cigarette.

Seeing this, Qin Dahai stood up and asked with a burning gaze, "Are you interested in working with me?"

Jiang Qingshan exhaled smoke without saying a word.

"You must have wanted to give an explanation to your fallen comrades all these years."

Qin Dahai thought for a moment and then said, "No rush, contact me anytime you've made up your mind."

After saying that, Qin Dahai picked up his briefcase and walked towards the door.

Qin Xiaoxiao placed a business card in front of Jiang Qingshan and quickly got up to follow him.

After the two left, Jiang Qingshan sat motionless on the sofa.

He lit one cigarette after another.

......

Planning District Administration.

A luxurious black sedan slowly drove out of the police station gate.

In the back seat of the car, Jin Yuansheng's old face was as black as if it had been smeared with charcoal.

The white-haired old man sitting next to him said with a smile, "You really are something else. Are you that desperate for women? All those women in the company would love to stay in your office all day. You have to go out and find some excitement."

"I......"

"Alright, what's there to be upset about? He's just a lowly policeman. I'll make a call to the supervisory department right now."

"I'm sorry to have troubled you, cousin. I'll have Zhengjiu send you some nice things later."

After finishing his sentence with a shameless grin, Jin Yuansheng turned to the blond-haired man in the driver's seat and sternly ordered, "Useless trash, did you hear me?"

"Yes, Director."

"If you can't get things done, get the hell out of here."

Jin Yuansheng grew angrier the more he thought about it, and raised his hand to slap the blond-haired man's head several times.

The blond-haired man shrank back, not daring to utter a sound.

The white-haired old man beside him glared at Jin Yuansheng and scolded, "What kind of skill is it to take your anger out on a junior?"

Jin Yuansheng immediately fell silent and obediently sat back down in his seat.

The old man shook his head with a hint of disappointment, then took out his phone and dialed a number.

......

Office building of the Planning District Supervisory Office, office of the senior supervisor.

On the soft sofa, a disheveled bald man was on the phone with one hand and rubbing his female assistant's buttocks with the other.

"What?! How dare you humiliate Speaker Liu's brother?"

"Jiang Qingshan from the Second Investigation Team, okay, I got it, I'll get on it right away."

"He's just a lowly policeman. Don't worry, I can make him take off his clothes with a flick of my finger."

The man hung up the phone, glanced to the side, and with a smile, reached his hand into his female assistant's collar.