Chapter 238
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Chapter 238: Phone
“Are you saying that each special team has different functions?” Lin Qiye asked.
“That’s right,” Wen Qimo nodded. “The reason teams 001 to 004 are called special teams is that their functions differ from those of ordinary stationed teams.”
“For example, Team 004, the Masked Team, is tasked with hunting down powerful mysteries that appear in certain cities, which local night watch teams cannot handle. In a sense, their mission is the heaviest.”
“Team 003, the Phoenix Team, prioritizes cases related to mysteries in the fog outside of Daxia. These mysteries are usually extremely dangerous, and the Forbidden Ruins are highly bizarre. When no new mysteries from outside appear, they also assist the Masked Team in fulfilling their duties.”
“Team 002, the Medium Team, is specifically responsible for hunting down extremely dangerous non-mystical targets, such as the gods from the Ancient God Church and the top few seats of the ‘Believers.'”
Lin Qiye waited for a long time, but Wen Qimo did not continue, prompting him to ask curiously, “What about Team 001?”
“I don’t know. That team is very mysterious and rarely appears in the sight of the night watchmen. Except for a few high-ranking officials, almost no one knows where they are or what they are doing. It’s known that this team hardly recruits externally; the last time they brought in new members was probably over a decade ago.”
Lin Qiye nodded thoughtfully.
“Of course, this so-called functional division is not absolute; it’s a matter of priority. Once a team has completed its assigned duties, all teams are required to assist the Masked Team in eliminating powerful mysteries across Daxia.”
After a brief chat with Wen Qimo, Lin Qiye stood up and walked into the passenger cabin, repeatedly scanning every corner of the plane with his mental energy, trying to find traces of “Bell Crand.”
He searched the passenger cabin, cargo hold, engines, and even the fuel reserves of the plane, but that little bug seemed to have evaporated into thin air, leaving no clues behind.
After several searches, the plane began to descend slowly. Looking out the window, he saw dozens of ambulances parked on the ground, their flashing lights illuminating the dim airport.
In the cockpit, An Qingyu piloted the plane like a seasoned pilot, landing smoothly on the ground.
Once the plane came to a stop, Xiao Hei first brought the cleanup crew onto the plane to transport all the bodies from the first-class cabin back, rescuing Wen Qimo before allowing the passengers to disembark.
Lin Qiye leaned against the cockpit, watching the passengers exit one by one, while his mental energy continued to carefully search each person in front of him for traces of “Bell Crand.”
At that moment, An Qingyu took off his blood-stained black trench coat and walked out of the cockpit wearing a clean white shirt. With his black-rimmed glasses, he looked like an ordinary high school student.
“Are you really not coming back to the night watchmen? You’ve made a great contribution this time. After you return, the higher-ups won’t pursue the matter of you stealing the bodies. You won’t have to live underground anymore,” Lin Qiye said.
An Qingyu smiled, “The environment of the night watchmen doesn’t suit me. I’m just a madman who enjoys dissecting corpses.”
“Actually, there are quite a few madmen among the night watchmen.”
“I don’t trust them,” An Qingyu shook his head. “In any case, thank you for not capturing me this time. I owe you a favor.”
After saying that, he waved goodbye to Lin Qiye, blending in with the passengers as he walked off the plane.
By the time Lin Qiye disembarked, almost all the ambulances had left, the noisy crowd had dispersed, and the entire airport fell silent once again.
The lights on the plane turned off, and Lin Qiye walked down the empty stairs alone. In the darkness, the stars in the sky were exceptionally bright.
He had just taken a couple of steps when a familiar voice called out from nearby.
“Qiye!”
Lin Qiye was taken aback and turned to see six figures standing not far away. Hong Ying waved her arms excitedly, shouting at the top of her lungs, “Qiye, you’re amazing!!”
After shouting, she extended her hands, bending her fingers to her head, slightly tilting her body, and playfully made a heart gesture towards Lin Qiye.
Lin Qiye chuckled and walked in her direction. “Sister Hong Ying, keep your voice down; you’ll attract the staff.”
“I don’t care,” Hong Ying replied nonchalantly, her eyes sparkling. “Qiye, the way you jumped off the plane and took out the tavern owner was so cool! Can I learn that move?”
Chen Muye helplessly pulled the excited Hong Ying back, looking at Lin Qiye with admiration in his eyes. “This time, our Team 136 really struck gold…”
Lin Qiye scratched his head, feeling a bit embarrassed.
“We’ll summarize the specific details when we get back,” Chen Muye said, tugging at Hong Ying as they turned to walk away. “Let’s go, team dismissed.”
After taking a couple of steps, Chen Muye’s phone suddenly rang.
He paused, took out his phone, and saw a series of asterisks on the screen. His expression grew serious as he released his grip on Hong Ying.
“You all get in the car first; I need to take a call.”
Chen Muye waved to the others and then turned to walk into the darkness.
Lin Qiye and the others exchanged glances before heading toward the car. Hong Ying once again wrapped her arms around Lin Qiye’s neck, persistently asking him to teach her.
As Chen Muye walked further away, he glanced back at the others who were joking and playing around, then turned and quietly answered the call.
“Commander Ye, this is Chen Muye.”
…
Chen Muye stood by the dim wall, listening to the voice on the other end of the phone for a long time, his hands tightening more and more…
He took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and spoke in a hoarse voice, “I understand.”
…
Outside Cangnan City.
A horse-drawn carriage sped down the highway, quickly overtaking a Porsche. The young servant driving the carriage glanced back at the Porsche and made a face at it.
In this era, a horse-drawn carriage on the highway was enough to turn heads, yet the surrounding drivers seemed oblivious, continuing on their way.
The carriage moved like a ghost, becoming semi-ethereal as it passed through a truck, racing by right under everyone’s noses, yet no one noticed it. Moreover, even the highway surveillance could not record its presence.
Dinglingling…
The phone rang, and the young servant pulled out his phone, speaking a few words into it with a strange expression.
“Master, Commander Ye wants us to return.”
“Return? To where?” Chen Fuzi’s voice came from inside the carriage.
“Back to Cangnan.”
“Just came from there, why go back again?” Chen Fuzi sounded somewhat displeased. “Hand me the phone; I’ll talk to him.”
The young servant handed the phone to Chen Fuzi, who spoke to the person on the other end for a moment before falling silent.
“Turn around, back to Cangnan.”
Chen Fuzi’s heavy voice came from inside the carriage.
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