Chapter 1601
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Chapter 1601 Special Squad Meeting
“No permission?”
Lin Qiye looked at the three large characters on the screen and immediately frowned. “Even I don’t have permission?”
Given Lin Qiye’s current status in the Night Watchers, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say he was second only to one person. If even he didn’t have permission to access this file, it meant the file must be in Zuo Qing’s hands… Why would an ancient scroll from the Han Dynasty have such a high security clearance?
And why would his name appear in this file? Was it related to the mysterious little boy inside his body?
The more Lin Qiye thought about it, the stranger it seemed. He planned to find time to properly question Zuo Qing.
“I almost forgot, there’s one more thing…”
Lin Qiye’s fingers quickly typed on the keyboard:
—Red-haired girl, Chloe
He had promised No. 27 that he would help find that girl, but now he couldn’t use the power of miracles, and throwing branches certainly wouldn’t work… With no other choice, he had to start with the Night Watchers’ intelligence network.
To Lin Qiye’s surprise, several files actually appeared in the search results.
Strangely, these files spanned across a wide range of years. The earliest one was also from the Han Dynasty… while the most recent was from six years ago.
What the hell? Could this girl called Chloe have lived from the Han Dynasty all the way to modern times?
Is she a second Jialan?
With a mind full of questions, Lin Qiye opened these files one by one. He could access all of them except for the Han Dynasty file, for which he still had no permission.
Most of these files were reports from Night Watchers stationed at the border who had witnessed a red-haired girl and a figure shrouded in mist emerging from the fog. On one occasion, they had requested to enter Great Xia territory, and the then Commander-in-Chief Ye Fan personally met with them, subsequently granting them seven days of free movement within Great Xia’s borders.
However, what they discussed during that meeting was not recorded in the files.
As Lin Qiye flipped through these eyewitness accounts, his gaze swept across a line of text, and his pupils suddenly contracted.
“This is…” he murmured.
On the flickering computer screen, a line of text was highlighted in bold:
—Chloe, Forbidden Sequence 001, Unnamed, suspected agent of Western Holy Church Patriarch Yerande.
…
“We should be the first to arrive, right?!”
A commercial van stopped at the entrance of the Night Watchers headquarters. Xia Simeng was the first to jump out of the car, looking at the eastern dawn with a confident smile.
“…Captain, did we really need to rush like this?” The other members of the [Phoenix] team got out of the car with dark circles under their eyes, yawning several times. “Isn’t the meeting supposed to start at nine? It’s only just past six now…”
“Arriving early shows our [Phoenix] team’s sincerity! As long as we make a good impression on Lin Qi… ahem, on Director Lin, it’ll be easier to ask for leave in the future.”
Xia Simeng gave Tong Sheng a look, and he silently took out a large red plastic bag from the trunk, holding it in his arms and following closely behind Xia Simeng, keeping his head as low as possible.
The [Phoenix] team entered the headquarters and walked straight to the meeting room. As soon as they pushed open the door, the smile on Xia Simeng’s face instantly froze.
The spacious meeting room was already full of people.
Around the large oval conference table sat eight figures wearing black cloaks, sitting statue-like and formal, their wide brims hiding their faces, their auras mysterious and cold.
Compared to them, the six young men and women sitting opposite seemed somewhat restless. They didn’t have their own cloaks, and their clothes were dusty, as if they had just returned from begging in some corner.
Seeing the [Phoenix] team enter, these young men and women immediately stood up and respectfully bowed to them.
“How did you all get here so quickly?” Xia Simeng stared at the two teams with wide eyes. “[Spirit Medium] I can understand, they fly on sacred artifacts… But what about you? The reserve team shouldn’t have their own plane, right?”
Fang Mo coughed lightly and said, “Senior Xia, we took the high-speed train overnight… though we had to transfer several times.”
Xia Simeng’s mouth twitched slightly, and she sighed helplessly, leading her team to sit at the other end of the conference table.
From the [Spirit Medium] team, Wu Laogou slightly raised his brim, looked at the large red plastic bag in Tong Sheng’s arms, and asked with surprise:
“What’s that? Cigarettes? Captain Xia… the new director just took office, you’re not planning to bribe him with this stuff, are you?”
“Uh…”
Xia Simeng was momentarily speechless. She had planned to take advantage of being the first to arrive to secretly give this to Lin Qiye… but she never expected to be the last one to arrive, and her expression immediately became awkward.
“This is our captain’s collection,” Tong Sheng answered reluctantly.
Wu Laogou looked at her with a strange expression and nodded, “I wouldn’t have guessed… Captain Xia indulges in cigarettes and alcohol in private?”
“Hehehe, it’s a habit, a habit. I get uncomfortable if I don’t smoke a carton every day.” Xia Simeng laughed dryly. “Tong Sheng, come, light one carton… I mean, one cigarette for me.”
Tong Sheng took out a cigarette and put it in the rigid Xia Simeng’s mouth, silently lighting it.
“Cough cough cough…” Xia Simeng began to cough violently.
At that moment, two figures walked into the office one after another.
Lin Qiye, holding a file, had just walked in when he saw Xia Simeng coughing with a cigarette between her fingers. He frowned slightly and said seriously:
“Captain Xia, smoking is prohibited in the meeting room.”
Hearing this, Shen Qingzhu behind him froze, silently putting the cigarette he had just placed in the corner of his mouth back into his pocket.
“Cough cough cough… Sorry, sorry!” Xia Simeng crushed the cigarette, hurriedly brushed back her messy hair, and sat upright in her seat, pretending nothing had happened, though wisps of white smoke were still coming from her nose…
The other members of the [Phoenix] team, seeing this scene, wished they could bury their heads in the ground.
Lin Qiye, holding the file, sat down at the head of the conference table, swept his gaze over everyone, and smiled slightly.
“Since everyone is here, let’s start early.”
“Everyone here knows each other, so I won’t introduce myself much… From today on, I will temporarily serve as the Director of the Night Watchers Special Operations Department.”
Clap clap clap—!
Enthusiastic applause erupted in the meeting room. Fang Mo and others smiled, clapping hard until their palms turned red.
“Before the meeting officially begins, I would like to announce something in my capacity as Director of the Special Operations Department…” Lin Qiye’s expression gradually became serious, and the entire meeting room immediately fell silent.
“From today onwards, regarding the original Special Team No. 004 [Mask] and Special Team No. 005 [Nightfall], the Snowseal Plan will be activated…”
