My Cell Game

Under the snowy night, Jiang Zuo, who turned into a clown, jumped between tall buildings and rushed towards An Quantao's office building.

After approaching the building, Jiang Zuo slowed down and began to concentrate on sensing An Quantao's position.

The helium bowl and titanium in An Quantao's body are imprinted with Jiang Zuo's brand, which is equivalent to leaving a tracker in An Quantao's body. When he is close to An Quantao's surroundings, Jiang Zuo can feel his position.

"It's on the thirteenth floor, the top floor of the building." Jiang Zuo looked up at the top floor of the building, and he sensed that An Quantao's position was there.

"I hope you don't let me down." Behind the mask, Jiang Zuo smiled coldly and walked towards the side door of the building.

The side door of the building was unlocked. I don't know if An Quantao left the door for Jiang Zuo on purpose.

Jiang Zuo did not choose to climb up the wall of the building. In case An Quantao betrayed him, there would be helicopters on the roof, and Jiang Zuo climbing on the outer wall would have nowhere to hide and would become a live target for the helicopter .

When we entered the building, the elevator lights were still on.

However, Jiang Zuo did not choose to take the elevator. The elevator is a dangerous cage. He is unwilling to put himself in danger in order to save unnecessary time.

The inquisitor's five senses are more acute. In the building at night, all the lights are turned off, and no one stays up late to work overtime. Jiang Zuo knew that this was probably arranged by An Quantao, and he dismissed the overtime employees in advance.

In the dark corridor, it was so quiet that one could even hear a needle drop on the ground.

Jiang Zuo carefully observed all the way, and when he reached the top floor, Jiang Zuo was sure that only he and An Quantao were alone in the whole building.

In the office at the end of the corridor, An Quantao was standing in front of the window, watching the snowflakes falling in the dark night outside the window. The hot air exhaled from the corner of his mouth sprayed on the window, forming a white mist.

"Da da da"

Unhurried footsteps came from the corridor, An Quantao's heart suddenly became tense, he knew that the clown was coming.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and finally stopped at the door of the office. An Quantao's palms were soaked with sweat.

"Squeak"

The heavy wooden door was pushed open, the cold wind from the corridor poured into the warm office, An Quantao by the window shivered.

"Boss!" An Quantao suddenly turned around and bowed to the clown at the door.

Jiang Zuo nodded slightly, walked to the desk in the center of the room, scanned the desk, but found no documents on the desk.

"Where is the thing I want?" Jiang Zuo's voice was a little cold.

"Boss, here." An Quantao took out a folder-folded document from his personal briefcase, and handed it to Jiang Zuo: "I dare not be careless about the things arranged by the boss. Put it on the table for fear of making mistakes." , and carried it with me.”

Hearing An Quantao's explanation, Jiang Zuo nodded slightly and took the document.

Sitting next to the warm radiator, Jiang Zuo opened the folder on the file.

The iron clip was a little cold, Jiang Zuo opened the file, and there was a long list inside.

Behind each name, information such as address, age, and family situation are written.

These are the most basic situations, and it is easy to get one if you have connections. It seems that An Quantao still has some connections. At least Jiang Zuo would not be able to obtain such private information except to "patronize" a wave of archives bureaus.

Browse through the information from top to bottom, and at the end, Jiang Zuo frowned slightly behind the mask, and his eyes gradually became cold.

Only half of QAQ is written in this chapter.