New Order Plan

Chapter 74 The Divine Healer

After regaining his senses, Jiang Qingshan took out his phone, glanced at the screen, and was slightly taken aback.

The caller ID number was his home landline.

He pressed the answer button and held the phone to his ear.

Before he could speak, a clear and calm voice came from the other end: "I'm hungry."

"wait for me."

"OK."

Jiang Qingshan hung up the phone and gently pinched the bridge of his nose.

I almost forgot about that.

His home was actually no different from a dormitory.

He usually sleeps in the office and may not go home for ten days or half a month.

So there was no food at home, and even the mice would shed a few tears.

Xiao Tian was probably too anxious and didn't think about this at all.

Jiang Qingshan glanced at Xiao Tian: "Go home first."

"No! You can't run around anymore, you have to go to the hospital."

Xiao Tian refused with a serious expression.

The old man couldn't bear to punish his sick apprentice, so he just used him as a punching bag.

Jiang Qingshan waved his phone and said helplessly, "Go back and feed the cat."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Tian slapped his thigh and quickly changed direction.

So much happened today, my brain can't keep up.

The catgirl had been locked underground for a long time and hadn't eaten anything for who knows how long.

He didn't expect this when he delivered it to Jiang Zi's house. Now, several hours have passed, and they're probably starving.

Thinking of this, Xiao Tian asked casually, "She can't mimic human form, what are you planning to do?"

Jiang Qingshan scratched his head and sighed, "I'll stay home for now. Come to think of it, I have both a cat and a dog."

"..."

Xiao Tian rolled his eyes dramatically.

However, what Jiang Zi said is indeed the best solution at present.

Jiang Qingshan didn't say anything more, and rested his head against the car window while playing on his phone.

He browsed through the news on the web for a while, then seemed to suddenly remember something and entered a few keywords into the search bar: old-era language and writing.

Some relevant information and materials appeared on the webpage.

Jiang Qingshan browsed for a moment and found an image file containing a phrase of about a dozen unfamiliar characters, similar to those on Wang Bushi's manuscript paper.

These dozen or so phrases all had corresponding definitions, which he saved and then checked in his photo album.

He glanced at it several times, memorized two or three, and then casually pressed the page-turning button.

On the next page, a slip of paper with coordinates popped up; it was the one that Cui Chengxia and his wife had written before.

Jiang Qingshan was slightly taken aback after just one glance.

These coordinates...

He pondered for a few seconds, then frowned, somewhat surprised.

The copies of the documents that Cui Chengxia and his wife had hidden were also in the Qixia Lake area.

These coordinates are almost identical to those in the chip, suggesting they are only a few kilometers apart in reality.

What a coincidence!

Jiang Qingshan's gaze became meaningful.

There aren't that many wonderful coincidences in the world. When things seem too coincidental, there's usually something wrong with them.

Choi Sung-ha and his wife are not capable of this. If they want to hide the documents in the disaster zone and come out alive, there is only one possibility.

The General Intelligence Agency had conducted missions in that area, and they were part of the team.

There is no other possibility.

It's impossible that the two of them commissioned the suitable person to hide something of life and death inside, right?

The Choi Sung-ha couple were not that foolish.

Jiang Qingshan turned off his phone screen, his expression gradually darkening, his heart churning with turmoil.

A hidden human trafficking den exists in the disaster area where the General Intelligence Agency once conducted missions.

So... what else is there to say?

The force behind this Hehuan New Energy Kitchenware Company is most likely the General Intelligence Bureau.

In other words, the General Intelligence Agency is trafficking people to outer space.

No, to be precise, it's not selling, it's trading!

The counterparty in the transaction must be an independent star city.

The Empire is completely closed off; not even a needle can get in, let alone conduct dirty deals with the General Intelligence Bureau.

For so many years, the coalition government's understanding of the Empire still comes from the twenty-year hot war.

Many of these accounts came from former prisoners of war, while others were relayed back from Independent Star City.

It's difficult to tell whether this information is true or false.

As for what the empire is like now and how far it has developed, it is almost completely unknown.

Jiang Qingshan's emotions were in turmoil, his breathing became heavy, and he felt a sharp pain in his chest.

He suddenly thought of the old order plan that Choi Sung-ha and his wife had mentioned.

This is probably one of the links in the chain.

A tiny link in the chain.

"Jiang Zi, what's wrong?"

Seeing that Jiang Qingshan's expression was off, Xiao Tian immediately asked with concern.

"I'm fine, just focus on driving."

Jiang Qingshan waved his hand, calming himself down a bit.

He rubbed his fingers together, staring out the window into deep thought.

The dim yellow light from the streetlights shone in, casting flickering shadows on his face.

What exactly is hidden in Qixia Lake?

What secrets does the General Intelligence Agency have that it can't hide?

He didn't know.

But he was certain that it was related to the Old Order's plans.

It looks like he needs to go into the disaster zone.

First, he wants to retrieve the copy of that document.

Secondly, he wanted to find out what was actually at Qixia Lake.

Third, it's a good opportunity to bring back that rebellious old man, Lao Ye.

Fourth, if he's lucky, he might make a fortune. Xiao Tian's monthly salary isn't even enough to cover the losses, and now he has to feed another person, so his wallet is too thin.

After pondering for a while, Jiang Qingshan made a decision.

I have to go.

But not now.

The most urgent task is to recover from the injury.

As long as the chips haven't been handed over, the news shouldn't leak out anytime soon.

Of course, one person can't do it alone.

He needs to find a few more people to disguise themselves as pioneers and infiltrate the area.

That would be a good excuse to take a long vacation to recover from an illness.

As Jiang Qingshan was thinking this, Xiao Tian stopped his car in front of a supermarket and rubbed his eyes repeatedly.

"Jiang Zi, my eyes feel uncomfortable."

"What's wrong?"

"I think I can't see anything."