New Order Plan

Liu Minzhong landed steadily beside the cloaked man, glanced at him, and said casually as he walked toward the study, "What a rare guest."

"These are turbulent times, please forgive me." The man flicked his cloak and followed behind Liu Minzhong.

Inside the study.

The two sat down.

The man removed his hood, revealing dark chestnut curly hair.

His handsome face had a full forehead and a high nose bridge. His eyes, which looked old and weathered, had one pupil that was blue to the point of being green and the other that was red to the point of being purple, making them look strange and mysterious.

Liu Minzhong picked up the old-fashioned language document from the armrest, which he had only read a few pages of, and stroked the cover, saying, "Tell me, what do you need my help with?"

"Clean house."

The man gently touched the gold star emblem on his chest, and the crystal embedded in the gold star lit up instantly, flashing a few times before projecting a holographic image in front of him.

The image contains two personal profiles and their corresponding physical characteristics.

Liu Minzhong glanced at it and was slightly taken aback.

He recognized one of the two people projected onto the screen.

It was Jiang Qingshan, the detective officer he wanted to use as a stepping stone.

I never expected this guy to be a retired special agent from the General Intelligence Agency.

No wonder Song Shuanghe repeatedly suffered setbacks at the hands of this kid.

He had wronged Song Shuanghe.

"Why do you need my help with such a trivial matter?"

Liu Minzhong asked a meaningful question, glancing at another document.

Ye Wan'an.

A special adaptable individual who has experienced a catastrophe, level two, water element, possessing mimicry abilities and weather-related superpowers.

A strange look flashed in Liu Minzhong's eyes, as if he had become interested.

It turned out to be a rare weather-related superpower.

Oh? Superpowers are amplified in rainy weather?

interesting.

"If the General Administration has to handle everything personally, how can we cooperate in the future?"

The man touched the gold star on his chest, turned off the projector, and turned to stare at Liu Minzhong with a polite smile.

Newly elected President Lu Jiangsheng has already secretly set his sights on the General Administration of Radio, Film and Television.

Qin Dahai, the head of the investigation team dispatched to the planning area and a senior advisor to the Internal Security Bureau, was personally selected and given instructions by him.

The newcomers are hostile; trouble is brewing.

Given that the previous cleanup operation had gone wrong, the General Administration naturally needed to be more cautious in its next deployment.

Given the current situation, it is not advisable to involve direct forces.

It just so happens that Liu Minzhong and Jiang Qingshan have a grudge, so it would be perfect for him to step in and resolve it.

"A storm is brewing, and the wind is howling."

Liu Minzhong smiled to himself and turned the pages of the book in his hand.

The man, understanding the implied meaning in the music, gently patted the armrest of the sofa a few times and said with a serious expression, "In return, you will surely win this year's administrative election."

"make a deal."

Liu Minzhong agreed without hesitation.

The man nodded slightly and said, "I need to remind you that over the past three years, we have arranged several cleanup operations against Jiang Qingshan, but he has managed to evade them all."

"Oh?"

"The assassins sent to carry out the elimination mission this time inexplicably betrayed us and even killed his liaison."

The man's heterochromatic pupils suddenly turned deep and dark.

In fact, besides this matter, there was another thing that puzzled him.

That was Ye Wan'an's attack on the United Hotel, and his successful elimination of Cui Chengxia and his wife.

However, this happened after the liaison officer, Lao Yang, was killed.

Ye Wan'an has betrayed us, but it seems he hasn't completely betrayed us.

It's really strange that he killed his superior, yet still risked his life to carry out the mission.

Furthermore, judging from the information about the attack, Ye Wan'an's display of power at the United Hotel that night was completely inconsistent with his previous performance.

In short, the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television was deeply puzzled by this.

However, there is no need to know the details anymore; it's best to just eliminate everything.

"You mean there's something strange about Jiang Qingshan?"

Liu Minzhong asked a question while reading, his tone somewhat mocking.

Cleanup failed?

Jiang Qingshan is merely a level two mental ability user.

They still didn't kill anyone. I wonder what kind of rotten fish the General Intelligence Bureau sent.

Within the established rules, the person surnamed Jiang is indeed somewhat difficult to deal with.

But if he doesn't follow the rules, killing this guy is just a matter of a word from him.

"It was just a kind reminder."

The man nodded and chuckled, then stood up and said, "Then, I'll leave this matter to you. I await your good news."

Take care.

Liu Minzhong flipped through the book, his eyes glued to the pages.

The man extended two fingers and gently tapped them forward, causing ripples to spread through the air.

Immediately afterwards, the vortex at the center of the ripples spun, slowly opening a dark void entrance.

The man pulled up his hood and, without turning his head, said, "The bureau chief asked me to give you a message."

Liu Minzhong raised his head.

The man said, "The safety of the General Administration is your safety. I hope we can cooperate happily."

After saying that, the man plunged into the void.

The air quickly returned to normal after a period of violent fluctuation.

Liu Minzhong's expression darkened slightly. After sitting for a while, he slammed the book onto the armrest, got up, and lit a cigarette.

A moment later, he summoned the butler.

"Ahu, where is Twelve now?"

Liu Minzhong walked to the desk, where a row of zodiac animal carvings, each about the size of a palm, were displayed.

His hand swept from left to right, picked up the last bronze boar, and held it up to his eyes to examine it.

The butler replied, "Twelve is at the Xin'an Street Commercial Plaza."

"What is he doing?"

"Begging."

"What?"

"Twelve was begging for fun, and he found it very interesting."

Liu Minzhong rubbed his temples helplessly, took a drag on his cigarette, and said, "Bring him to see me."

"Yes, Master."

The butler nodded, then turned into a wisp of smoke and silently drifted out of the balcony.

Liu Minzhong played with the bronze pig for a while when a timid voice came from outside the door.

"Sir, are you there?"

It's Xiaotao.

Liu Minzhong responded, and Xiao Tao pushed open the door and came in.

"What's up?"

Liu Minzhong immediately revealed a kind smile.

Clutching the copy of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" that Liu Minzhong had given her, Xiao Tao cautiously asked, "May I ask you some questions?"

"certainly."

Liu Minzhong put down the bronze pig, walked over, and naturally took Xiao Tao's hand and sat her down on the sofa.

Xiao Tao glanced at the oddly shaped little object and wanted to sit down next to it.

But Liu Minzhong refused to let go. With a gentle tug, the little beauty was caught off guard and fell into his arms.

"What do you want to ask?" Liu Minzhong asked, his arm around Xiao Tao's slender waist.

Xiao Tao was at a loss, her face flushed, her chest heaving, and her mind went completely blank.

Upon seeing this, Liu Minzhong's eyes lit up, as if he had suddenly become decades younger.

Xiao Tao felt the intense heat emanating from her and hurriedly held up her book, asking, "I...I'd like to ask you a question..."

"Um?"