C6 (1/2)

Ding Lan was annoyed at that moment. She pushed Seventh Uncle's hand away and whined, ”Isn't this bullying!?” How much credit do we have for the Bureau? I'll go talk to the Director. ”

Seventh Uncle held onto Ding Lan Xin and said amiably, ”You don't have to be unfair with me. My suspension is only temporary.”

Everyone looked doubtfully at Seventh Uncle. Ding Lan asked in her heart, ”How long will it take for you to be suspended?”

Seventh Uncle walked past us and headed to his office, murmuring, ”When I find the afternoon sun, it will be time for me to resume my duties.”

Seventh Uncle took out his briefcase from his office and walked between us. ”You guys do your job well. As for the operations team, if the bureau chief doesn't arrange anything, Red Flag!” During my absence, you will temporarily be in charge of the operation. ”

His name was Duan Hongqi, and he was not even forty years old. He was a low-key, stable, and average character. Although his ability was average, he still held a lot of prestige in the operation team.

”Yes.” Duan Hongqi replied. Seventh Uncle swept his gaze across everyone's faces. The scene was a bit tragic as he walked out of the office.

When I returned to my seat, I saw that Ding Lan had intentionally walked past me when she was pouring water for me. She rolled her eyes at me and muttered, ”I really don't know what Seventh Uncle is thinking. In the operation team, other than delaying, there's nothing else. ”

I put up with it. Ding Lan's heart sometimes doesn't go through her head, and her personality is straightforward. She naturally feels displeased when she leaves me to compare with Seventh Uncle's suspension.

At this moment, Duan Hongqi walked to my side and lightly patted my shoulder. He said in a heavy voice, ”Little Ding, you have to be reasonable. Seventh Uncle can even forgo such a large contribution. This means that the Yellow Springs naturally has its outstanding qualities.”

Ding Lan Xin sat on the chair, her mouth twitching. ”I didn't see it. I saw Seventh Uncle was just protecting him. Who knows if he's some second-generation, hmph!” A cripple with hands and feet. ”

Duan Hong Qi coughed and walked to Ding Lan Xin's desk. He pointed at her desk and asked, ”Little Ding, how do you feel about today's mission?”

Ding Lan was speechless and lowered her head.

Duan Hong Qi continued, ”The two who entered the corpse cave, how were you able to return unharmed?”

Ding Lan stood up anxiously. ”Old Duan, it's not that I'm afraid of death …”

Duan Hongqi raised his hand to block it, ”No need to say anymore. You and Xiangyang are the backbone of the operation team. No one will question your abilities and conduct, but I hope you can treat your other colleagues with peace of mind.”

Ding Lan's face turned red as she slowly sat down.

I was bored in the office and was just about to send a text to ask Fatty Lei if he had any good ideas when the alarm rang. I was a bit nervous.

We did not dare delay the ringing and hurried to the conference room.

This time, it was only the director. His name was Meng Nanshan, and he was about Seventh Uncle's age. We entered the meeting room on the first level. The conference table and chairs were taken away, and the gold coffin was placed in the middle.

The golden coffin's lid had already been opened. Chief Meng walked two circles in front of it with his hands behind his back, and when all the members had arrived, he said, ”The gold coffin and its belongings will be handed over to the country. However, there is a book inside the coffin with a big article on it.

Director Meng had a strange smile on his face. Yi Tian Xing was the one that bore the brunt of the smile. With his great achievements, he walked up to the golden coffin and respectfully said, ”Chief Meng, let me try.”

Bureau Chief Meng smiled. He took the book of ”Secret Spirit Art” from the tea table and handed it to Yi Tianxing. He instructed, ”Zhu Yi, you can just sweep your eyes.”

Yi Tian Xing was completely baffled by what was being said. He took the [Psychic's Secrets] and flipped to the first page. After staring at it for a few seconds, he realized that his gaze was fixated on it.

Bureau Chief Meng frowned, looking very carefully. At this moment, Yi Tianxing's lips were trembling, his eyes were bloodshot, and the ”Secret Spirit Art” in his hands fell to the ground. Suddenly, Yi Tianxing pulled out a gun from his waist and pointed it at his temple.

”Clang!” With a crisp sound of metal colliding, an exquisite knife and pistol fell to the ground at the same time.

I recognize that this is Ding Lan Xin's unique weapon, the throwing knife does not miss a shot. I've heard that Ding Lan's throwing knife has never missed a shot.