TYMIMA Chapter 42.2

Oliver at this age was also very afraid of blood.

 

He had even almost been rejected by Blue Pivot because he couldn’t bear to kill the target peregrine falcon during the assessment.

 

Later, it was the then-director of the Second District who, considering his S-level status, specially approved his entry into Blue Pivot.

 

Actually, Oliver never wanted to work at Blue Pivot. He loved history, enjoyed archaeological research, and wanted to travel all over the world to see mountains, rivers, and seas.

 

But at that time, Si Hongche had thoroughly discussed the harms of a long-distance relationship with him, which made him temporarily set aside his dreams and enter Blue Pivot together with Si Hongche, working together to firmly root themselves in the capital city.

 

From then on, all dreams became bubbles, and Oliver never left Blue Pivot again.

 

Eighteen years old—it was like a previous life.

 

Si Hongche suddenly ordered: “Have the interns open their suitcases, I want to inspect them personally!”

 

In an instant, the situation took a sharp turn for the worse!

 

The Second District inspection team member immediately got out of the car and sternly conveyed Si Hongche’s order: “Open all your suitcases, our director wants to inspect them personally. This is a special period, and anyone entering the restricted area could potentially be a criminal from the Black Lantern Society!”

 

As soon as these words fell—

 

Lance suddenly opened his eyes, his eyelashes sweeping across Zhan Pingchuan’s finger joints.

 

At the same time, the veins on Zhan Pingchuan’s arm, which was covering Lance’s eyes, bulged.

 

When he saw Si Hongche’s vehicle, he had already quietly concealed his S-level aura, but he hadn’t expected that Si Hongche would still be like a hunting eagle, fixating on every trace.

 

Tang Li was so frightened by this intimidating atmosphere that he dared not cry anymore. He stared with round eyes, timidly pointing at the blood-splattered suitcase on the ground.

 

He wanted to say that he had already been inspected.

 

“Hurry up, hurry up! Don’t waste our director’s time!” the Second District inspection team member urged.

 

Si Hongche opened the car door and got out with a loaded gun in hand.

 

Today he wasn’t wearing an overcoat, just a neat, dark blue uniform. A brown wide belt cinched his waist, with those leather gloves still hanging on it.

 

Under these circumstances, Lance and Zhan Pingchuan had no choice but to take out their luggage.

 

Liu Bo was the first to open his. He proactively shook out his clothes and held them up for Si Hongche to see, afraid that Si Hongche might suspect he had any connection with the Black Lantern Society.

 

Si Hongche rubbed his fingertip against the trigger, glanced at the colorful suitcase, then signaled his subordinate to open and check all bottles and jars.

 

Liu Bo unconsciously swallowed, and when he looked up again, Si Hongche’s gun was already pressed against his forehead.

 

“No, no, no, I… I didn’t…” Liu Bo’s face turned pale, his words becoming incoherent.

 

Fortunately, all the bottles were opened, and the subordinate held up a bottle of herbal tea, saying to Si Hongche: “Director, this bottle is beer.”

 

Liu Bo was parched, stammering: “I, I, I… like to drink a bit usually, I’m afraid, afraid, afraid… Blue Pivot doesn’t allow drinking.”

 

The subordinate shook his head slightly. A bottle of beer with such low alcohol content indeed posed no threat, especially since alcohol wasn’t prohibited in the restricted area.

 

Only then did Si Hongche mercifully move the gun away.

 

Next, the Second District inspection team member opened Tang Li’s suitcase, which had already been ransacked. Apart from some skincare products, there was nothing suspicious, but he still meticulously checked every pocket that could hide something.

 

Then, Si Hongche’s gaze moved to Zhan Pingchuan and Lance.

 

Lance’s suitcase had three layers of password locks, which he opened very slowly. Zhan Pingchuan only had a large backpack, which was easier to open.

 

Zhan Pingchuan threw his backpack on the ground, his gaze falling neither coldly nor warmly on the Second District team member.

 

After rummaging through it for a while, the Second District team member suddenly seemed to discover something and immediately widened his eyes.

 

Si Hongche narrowed his eyes, slowly raising his gun.

 

The inspection team member pulled hard, finally extracting an exquisite small metal box from layers of clothes: “Director!”

 

Zhan Pingchuan lightly crossed two fingers, calmly observing the situation.

 

Si Hongche pointed with his gun barrel: “What is this?”

 

Zhan Pingchuan stared at it for a moment, then curled his lips into a smile, saying with a nonchalant air: “Password 123, just open it and see for yourself?”

 

The inspection team member held up the small box, found the password input, turned to 123, and indeed, the box popped open, revealing inside—two thousand yuan in cash.

 

The inspection team member: “……”

 

What a cautious poor guy.

 

Si Hongche impatiently waved his hand. He had never seen someone hide two thousand yuan so carefully; it was a complete waste of time.

 

Zhan Pingchuan crouched down, solemnly took back the box, and changed the password to something more complex in front of Si Hongche. Then, using the few sets of clothes he had brought, he wrapped the two thousand yuan layer by layer, sealing it tightly.

 

“I have to change the password, otherwise what if you guys spread it around?” Zhan Pingchuan lazily packed up while muttering.

 

Liu Bo dryly praised: “Brother Zhan, I never thought money could be hidden like this. You’re really detail-oriented.”

 

“You’ve learned something new.” Zhan Pingchuan exerted force, stuffing the backpack back into the car.

 

How could he possibly have come without any preparation? The more carefully protected the box, the less important its contents. The crucial tools had all been timely hidden in the storage compartment on the inside of the car door.

 

By now, Lance had finally opened his suitcase. He lowered his eyes slightly, his gaze falling on the center of the suitcase, staring for a moment before he smiled and slowly stepped back.

 

The silver-white suitcase was suddenly flung open, and a pile of Liu Laolao brand Harbor Tan mixed noodles rolled out.

 

Apart from the change of clothes, the suitcase was actually packed full of mixed noodles.

 

The Second District team member: “This—”

 

Lance explained gently: “Because I’m not used to the food in the capital city, I asked my family to send over some delicious mixed noodles.”

 

He had two identical suitcases, both set with anchor points by Mad Clown. Whenever they were inspected, the two suitcases could be switched at will.

 

However, after staring at the pile of mixed noodles for a moment, the Second District team member turned back and shook his head vigorously at Si Hongche.

 

Si Hongche’s fingers tightened on the gun, his brows deeply furrowed.

 

Then the Second District team member continued: “Director, don’t listen to his nonsense. This brand of mixed noodles is super incredibly awful. Anyone who says it’s delicious definitely has ulterior motives.”

 

Lance: “……”

 

Zhan Pingchuan, who had just dishonestly admitted they were nutritious after kissing the little fox: “……”

 

Si Hongche’s expression instantly darkened, clearly having exhausted all his patience. He put away his gun and said coldly: “Tomorrow, don’t come to the Second District. Report directly to the useless Seventh District.”

 

With that, Si Hongche turned and got back into the car, slamming the door with a “bang.”

 

Seventh District team member: “?”

 

The Second District team member was dumbfounded. After a while, he hurriedly ran to the driver’s seat: “Director, I won’t go, I won’t go!”

 

Soon, the car started, its wheels rolling directly over the tall man’s corpse, driving out of the restricted area.

 

A dark red blood trail flowed on the ground. The corpse had been crushed to the point where flesh and bone were separated, a horrific sight.

 

Two Seventh District team members wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads, then pushed each other, pinching their noses as they walked over.

 

“Damn, what’s wrong with our Seventh District? Just passing by and getting kicked.” One team member bent down to pick up one of the tall man’s legs, dragging it backward.

 

“Lower your voice. Director Si is S-level. Do you want your head blown off too?”

 

“What do you think Director Si went out for? He rarely goes out, and the little remaining time is used to torture that person on the seventh floor—”

 

“Shh! Keep your mouth shut from now on. Don’t mention that person again!”

 

……

 

Lance took a final look at the broken corpse being dragged away, slightly curling his lips.

 

The seventh floor of Blue Pivot? Thank you.

 

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