Honkai Summoning.

The other two people in the room wanted to advise Guan Qianjun, but they kept quiet to avoid being beaten up. Although Guan Qianjun was over fifty, he was still strong and healthy, and could easily take on two young men, let alone two retired cadres.

"I can't wait any longer. Just one more day, and that shelter will definitely open. We need to see them alive or dead!" Guan Qianjun said, "If Zhou Zhiyuan can't do it, then I'll do it!" With that, he walked straight out of the conference room.

The other two exchanged a glance, and one of them said, "I'm afraid his last sentence is his true intention."

“Ha, it’s not just here; the situation is much worse elsewhere. Some small countries are even starting to descend into chaos. Things are about to change. How could he possibly sit idly by and give such a huge benefit to Zhou Zhiyuan?” another person said.

They're just too old to compete anymore, but which of those who sit in these positions is a simple person?

Guan Qianjun's anger stemmed partly from his son's disappearance, but more importantly, it was driven by a desire to exploit his grief for personal gain. This was something most people could sense, but no one dared to speak of it.

It's a fact that my son knelt in that shelter; to put it more bluntly, it was a death in the line of duty, so no one can say much about it.

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Chapter 125 Plan

Guan Qianjun walked out of the conference room with a terribly gloomy face. The staff who passed by did not dare to greet him. He walked back to his office with an aura that could be described as menacing.

When the secretary in the small room outside saw Guan Qianjun return, she immediately stood up, placed a file folder on Guan Qianjun's desk, and whispered, "The information you requested is all here."

"Understood." Guan Qianjun sat in his chair and waved his hand twice towards the door, signaling to his secretary that she could leave.

The secretary, feeling as if granted a pardon, shuffled out of the room.

Although he has been following Guan Qianjun for five years, he still doesn't understand his boss. He has never been treated as one of his own. Working with such a person puts him under a lot of pressure.

After the secretary left, Guan Qianjun's gloomy expression gradually faded, replaced by a cold demeanor. His son's disappearance in that shelter had naturally filled him with anger and heartache, but Guan Qianjun did not allow this anger and heartache to break him.

On the contrary, he suppressed these emotions with absolute, even cruel and cold-blooded rationality, and instead used his son's death to seek greater benefits for himself.

Yes, in Guan Qianjun's mind, he felt that his son was already dead. Judging from the information he had obtained, that shelter was definitely a dangerous place... Even if his son was lucky and did not encounter any monsters, three or four days had already passed. In that closed environment without any food, he would most likely have died of thirst long ago.

Guan Qianjun had served in the military and received training, so he knew very well that the so-called "three days without water" referred to relatively good conditions. Under normal circumstances, if one did not drink water for less than three days, one would already be in a very dangerous, near-death state.

After sitting in the chair and thinking silently for a while, Guan Qianjun picked up the files on the table, opened them, and poured out the contents, including some documents and a small USB drive.

Guan Qianjun plugged the USB drive into the computer and casually flipped through the documents in his hand.

The documents contain information on individuals who first appeared across China during this period. Those whose information was compiled into individual paper documents are the more important, those with potential or special abilities, or those who pose a certain degree of danger.

The USB drive contains the data of everyone—at least the data of all x individuals who have been discovered so far.

"Su Mo".

Looking at the thick stack of documents, Guan Qianjun read out a name and frowned.

He had heard of the name when he first joined the Secret Service and knew something about it.

Now, with the occurrence of certain events, this person has once again come into Guan Qianjun's view. Looking at the more detailed information above, Guan Qianjun murmured, "It would be such a pity if such a person could not be used by me. That idiot Zhou Zhiyuan actually let him go."

Half an hour later, while Guan Qianjun was still looking at the documents, the phone on the table rang. Guan Qianjun answered the phone...

Ten minutes later, Guan Qianjun put down the phone, a slight smile appearing on his lips. His half-hearted outburst of anger in the conference room had had its effect.

His involvement in the shelter's affairs was not approved by his superiors, as the matter was of great importance, and it wouldn't be appropriate to send Guan Qianjun there to fight with Zhou Zhiyuan at such a time. However, a plan that Guan Qianjun had submitted earlier had been approved—no, it couldn't be said to have been approved, but rather that he was allowed to try it out on a small scale, which is commonly known as "crossing the river by feeling the stones." If any problems were found and it became unfeasible, it would be terminated immediately.

This can be considered as compensation and consolation from above for him losing his son.

Zhou Zhiyuan picked up the phone, dialed a few more numbers, and gave a few instructions. After hanging up, he stared at the computer screen and opened a document.

The document prominently displays the four characters "Elite Program".

The Elite Project was an idea, a concept, conceived by Guan Qianjun. Within this plan, he intended to establish an Elite Society. This organization would differ from official agencies like the Secret Service; it would be a civilian organization, though still subject to the Secret Service's control.

According to Guan Qianjun's plan, he wanted to "collect" all the currently appearing "X individuals" and those "dangerous elements" who, while not possessing superpowers, still had destructive power exceeding that of ordinary people. He would then recruit them into the elite society, controlling them with a combination of carrot and stick tactics, and using them for his own purposes.

If this force can be integrated, it will undoubtedly be terrifying. In addition, given the large population of China, there will be even more individuals of the "x" type in the future.

Once Guan Qianjun can control these people, it will be a qualitative leap for him.

However, his plan was initially rejected by his superiors because it was too unstable. Tang Tian tried to recruit Zhao Hao into the Special Operations Bureau, but the failure of one operation proved that these people were not necessarily useful, at least not as good as the special personnel who were trained little by little.

Moreover, it's not easy for ordinary people to join an organization out of thin air, even one with an official title. We're no longer in an era where "learning martial arts skills to sell to the emperor."

However, the current situation is different from that of a while ago. Simply monitoring those increasingly numerous individuals not only consumes a lot of manpower and resources, but is also not conducive to stability.

Therefore, Guan Qianjun's plan was put back on the agenda. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Guan Qianjun became the host of the plan as he wished, and will become the president of the Elite Society in the future—of course, on the premise that his plan can succeed. If it fails, everything will be just empty talk.

“Failure? How could we fail? A bunch of inexperienced young people. Dealing with them is too easy. As long as we are a little ruthless, everything will be fine.” Guan Qianjun’s lips curled into a cold smile. He made another call and said in a cold voice, “Operation Broken Wings is activated. I’m giving you a 20% death quota.”

The person on the other end of the phone paused for a moment: "20%, isn't that too high?"

“Is it high? You have to understand, the dead are of no value whatsoever. Since they are of no value whatsoever, then let them die,” Guan Qianjun said. “I want to see results within five days.”

Guan Qianjun hung up the phone.

If Zhou Zhiyuan's attitude towards individual X in the Secret Service can be described as ****, then Guan Qianjun is an absolute hawk.

His attitude towards these people was absolutely firm, unlike Zhou Zhiyuan and the others who tried to persuade them with kind words. Guan Qianjun only gave those people two choices—death or joining the Elite Society.

This "Broken Wings" plan, with its extremely high mortality rate, was a sub-plan that Guan Qianjun had not included in the elite plan.

However, Guan Qianjun knew that as long as the results were achieved, even if some people died, it wouldn't have any impact.

Of course, Guan Qianjun's plan was not so crude as to directly threaten them at their doorstep, but rather to set up a series of traps—luring those individuals into dangerous situations and forcing them to commit acts of violence or murder.

At that time, someone will appear and give those people two choices: one is to join the elite society and contribute to the country, in which case everything that just happened will be covered up, and they may even be given very good treatment.

If they don't agree, then there's no point in discussing anything... they might even execute them on the spot, without even a trial.

In this situation, most people made the right decision. Of course, many others thought they were invincible and died under the terrible effects of modern weapons.

That death index applies not only to individual x, but also to those they kill.

In the following days, murders and deaths occurred across the country, and the victims were not ordinary people. In the end, the incidents were kept secret, and there was no news about them even online.

More and more individuals are joining the elite society.

Guan Qianjun's two-pronged approach, the Broken Wings Plan and the Elite Plan, has yielded remarkable results. In a short period of time, almost half of the X individuals have joined the Elite Society. The remaining task is to use various means to make them obedient.

Of course, some people didn't die, nor did they join the elite society; they escaped temporarily thanks to their strength—this was unavoidable. These minor matters were overlooked in the face of outstanding results.

However, Guan Qianjun's mood did not improve much because of the success of the Elite Society... only slightly, because the big fish he wanted to catch the most—Su Mo—had already left China and gone to North America.

Guan Qianjun is currently observing everything about Su Mo. To catch such a big fish, the "Broken Wings Plan" is obviously not an option. That plan is only used to deal with chicks and has no effect on seasoned veterans like Su Mo.

That one night alone, this person had hundreds of names on his hands. How could he care about something like this? We have to start from other angles.

"He has no friends, let alone relatives. The only person he usually contacts is the butler from the Butler Association. He's quite solitary," Guan Qianjun thought to himself as he read. He turned to the next page and frowned involuntarily.

The image above is of a blonde woman with ruby-like eyes that exude an air of looking down upon all living beings; this is evident even in a photograph.

"Unknown identity and background, suspected to be a friend of Su Mo, a moe version of a character from an 18+ game from decades ago, possibly with serious mental health issues? Or a streamer on some live streaming platform, who recently founded an entertainment company and plans to debut. What kind of nonsense is this!" Guan Qianjun almost threw the file away when he saw Jin Shanshan's information. Was the person who compiled this information out of their mind?

Seeing this, Guan Qianjun no longer wanted to look at Su Mo's interpersonal relationships, so he threw the documents into the shredder and decided to focus on Su Mo himself.

At this moment, Su Mo walked out of the airport and suddenly frowned, thinking to himself, "Why do I suddenly feel so uncomfortable? Could it be that I've been targeted by a gay guy?"

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Chapter 126 Glory?

Whether he was being targeted by gay men or not is unknown, but Su Mo has received quite a lot of attention since boarding and disembarking the plane, and two flight attendants even secretly slipped him a note.

The first-class cabin on international flights exudes a composed and confident aura, practically screaming "A young, wealthy, and eligible bachelor is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity," naturally drawing attention.

"Sure enough, once my luck with women starts, it just won't stop," Su Mo thought to himself.

A car stopped in front of Su Mo, and a blond young man got out and said in fluent Chinese, "Are you Mr. Su Mo?"

Su Mo's registered information with the Butler Association is under his Chinese identity, which he uses most of the time. On rare occasions, he switches to another person and another identity from another country, depending on the situation.

True multinationality.

“It’s me.” Su Mo nodded.

“Hmm.” The blond man opened the car door. “Hello, I’m a B-level butler from my Butler Association. You can call me Mike. Mr. Su, please feel free to contact me if you need anything here. The A-level butlers are all quite busy right now. If Mr. Su would like, we can have Mannheim come over.”

In the Butler Association, butlers are usually divided into four levels: A, B, C, and D. Su Mo wasn't quite clear about the specific assessment criteria, but his semi-personal butler, Mannheim, was level A.

Theoretically speaking, in a country like Meilijian, and at the headquarters of the Butler Association, the butler serving Su Mo should be an A-level butler, not Mike in front of him.

"No need," Su Mo said as he got into the car. "Have you been busy lately?"

"Yes, there have been a lot of things going on lately." Although Mike had blond hair, his Chinese was so fluent that it was indistinguishable from a Chinese person recognizing a person. Although the Butler Association did not send an A-level butler, sending Mike was enough to show their sincerity.

"The world is in a very unstable state these days. All sorts of messy things are happening all the time, and even the most powerful countries in the world can't avoid it." Mike chatted like a taxi driver in Beijing while driving, his tone revealing the unavoidable flaws of people from the United States. However, he was also subtly reminding Su Mo that his current situation wasn't very good.

The members of the Butler Association are all wealthy and powerful, so they are naturally aware of the undercurrents on Earth. There are some things that the Butler Association must prepare for in advance, so this period of busyness is inevitable.

"is it?"

Su Mo casually replied. He took a slip of paper from his pocket, held it between his hands, and handed it to Mike.

Mike took the note and quickly glanced at it; it had a name on it—Eller.

"Help me find this person's whereabouts," Su Mo said, leaning back in his soft chair.

“This name is quite ordinary,” Mike said. “I don’t know which one Mr. Su is looking for.”

"The most powerful one," Su Mo said generally.

This name belongs to a high-ranking member of the secret organization. The secret organization had participated in the encirclement and suppression of Su Mo. Although they did not contribute much, they still did. In addition, they had something that Su Mo wanted. "A common man is guilty, but possessing a treasure is even more guilty," so they became Su Mo's first target.

“Understood, we’ll do our best,” Mike said, putting the note away.

The car drove out of the airport. It passed through the bustling city center and headed towards the suburbs. As one of the world's premier metropolises, the Big Apple naturally had a villa for Su Mo. The password had been given to the housekeeping association, and they had already cleaned it and prepared all the necessary amenities so that Su Mo could move in immediately.

As time went by, the traffic around the area began to decrease, and pastoral scenery began to appear. Meilijian International covers a vast area but has a small population; the sudden departure from the bustling city creates a sense of desolation and disorientation.

“Mr. Su, do you mind if I open the window?” Mike asked.

"I don't mind," Su Mo said.

Mike slightly lowered the driver's side window, and a cool breeze blew into the car, making the air inside fresher.

Mike took a slight breath and said, "I still prefer the suburbs; that's where the real place to live is—"