Guang Ting had always been one of Phecda's most important cities.
Because in this bustling and flashy metropolis, there were many things that happened in the open and many things that happened in the dark.
However, Duck Pond Street, which was located at the edge of the city, was not a particularly lively commercial street. In fact, it could even be said to be a little deserted. The shops along the street here were either selling some cheap goods or some old shops that were about to close down because they were trying to get rid of flies.
Among them was a small shop called "Old Tong's Grocery" that sold almost everything: women's clothes, children's toys, cigarettes, and even rheumatism cream for the elderly.
These goods were all squeezed into a mess in the shop that was less than 30 square meters, and many of them were covered in dust. Who knew how long they had been sitting there unsold?
Just like the name of the street, the shop was covered in a layer of vulgarity and antiquity.
"This dress costs 100 yuan? Lousy, you might as well rob someone! " At this time, a stout middle-aged woman was holding a dress printed with big red flowers. She yelled at the shop owner, "30 yuan, are you selling it? If not, then forget it!"
The shop owner, Old Tong, sat behind the cashier at the entrance. He was a man in his fifties who had already entered his senior years. Although the weather in mid-October was very cool, the boss was only wearing a white sleeveless vest. His legs were crossed, and his slippered feet were shaking leisurely.
He was reading an underground lottery "code report" in his hand. From time to time, he would use a ballpoint pen to draw circles on the paper to predict the numbers.
"I'm really going to lose out on 30 yuan. Aunt Xia, since you're so pretty, I'll give you a 20% discount. It'll be 80 yuan."
As Old Tong spoke, he took a sip from a mini stainless steel bottle on the counter. His slightly tipsy eyes were still looking at the code report. He muttered, "It seems like a tiger is going to appear in this week's game … But the tiger was killed here …"
"Are you crazy? I can buy three dresses online for 80 yuan!" The woman threw the dress back onto the messy shelf. "I'm not buying it!" She turned around angrily, but her eyes were on Old Tong to see if he had any intention of stopping her. However, Old Tong was still looking at the code report. Does this guy even want to do business …
At this moment, the auntie turned around and almost bumped into the passers-by. There were a few tall and muscular men with fierce expressions on their faces.
She was startled and hurriedly walked away. She found several black cars parked on the side of the street not far away, and there were even more robust men and women standing beside the cars.
At this time, a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes got out of the car in the middle. He was also in his forties or fifties. His body was also strong, and his spirit was very sharp. He did not have the bloated air of a middle-aged man.
Under the protection of a group of bodyguard-like men and women, the middle-aged man walked toward Old Tong's grocery store.
"Aiyo, Lousy Tong must have lost all his chips and owed the banker money, right?" The middle-aged woman thought to herself as she walked faster. If a fight broke out, she would be exhausted.
Everyone in Duck Pond Street knew that Rotten Tang was addicted to alcohol and gambling, and had a foul mouth. Usually, he owed a lot of debts. He was a complete rotten person.
Otherwise, how could he be so old that he didn't even have a wife and children? He ran a run-down shop. Even if he died in there, no one would know.
The auntie turned around and saw the middle-aged man walking into Lan Tong's shop alone. The thugs were guarding outside the shop.
'I wonder what kind of person he is …'
Of course, if the auntie's eyesight was more accurate, she would have noticed that the stern faces of the thugs were not malicious but solemn.
The gaze of the middle-aged man was not sharpness, but respect that came from suppressed excitement.
The middle-aged man was the director of Guang Ting City's Phecda, Lee Mingfan. He had been the director for five years. However, some of his old friends were still people that he could only look up to.
Lee Mingfan looked at the old man in the white vest behind the cashier. He lowered his head slightly and called out, "Tong Ye."
"Hmm?" Ol 'Tong had been looking at them for a long time. The drunkenness in his eyes seemed to have sobered up, but at the same time, they seemed to have become more blurry.
"Tong Ye, many things have happened in the country recently." Lee Mingfan placed a thick document on the counter. "Here is some information."
Recently, abnormal energy had been very active, especially the Malformed Banyan Disease incident and the incident with the abnormal space at Eastern State.
"What do the higher-ups want?" Ol 'Tong did not pick up the document. He was still reading the newspaper. "Aren't they afraid that I'll go crazy after reading it?"
"Tong Ye, you're making me laugh." Lee Mingfan sighed with a bitter smile. "The higher-ups are going to invite you out of your retirement. The situation has changed. The way you handled that case years ago, the suggestion you gave to Phecda … everything has been reevaluated. "At the end, he could barely contain the excitement in his heart.
Tong Ye was a legendary character. His information could only be fully decrypted by a Grade B personnel. Even as the director of the branch, Lee Mingfan did not know everything.
Back then, Tong Ye had made many great contributions at a young age. He was quickly promoted to the leader of a now-disbanded Special Mobile Force. It was only a matter of time before he was promoted to an important position at the headquarters.
At the time, Lee Mingfan was just a Grade G member at the Investigation Department, and Tong Ye was the idol of his peers.
But later on, because of a complicated and confusing case that had yet to be solved …
Tong Ye 'went crazy'. At the time, his S value was less than 30, and he was deemed an extremely dangerous character. He was forced to retire, and it had been almost thirty years since then.
But now … Tong Ye's' crazy talk 'appeared to have come true.
The higher ups at the headquarters understood that to deal with the current situation, they needed a genius like Elder Tong who had similar experience.
Thirty years was more than enough time to turn a genius into a cripple, but the higher-ups still had confidence in Tong Ye. They wanted to give it a try.
"That case … any new clues?" Ol 'Tong asked. His voice finally turned serious, and he put down the newspaper.
"There are some, but you'll have to go to the headquarters to see them." Lee Mingfan nodded and said seriously, "The higher-ups know you're dissatisfied with what happened back then, and the thirty years of banishment have been very unfair to you. But with the current situation, be it for the sake of the case or for the sake of the people, they hope you can come back. "
"Come back?" Ol 'Tong picked up the bottle to drink from it and said with a chuckle, "The spell, the mountain Taoist, the church that I spoke of, finally, someone believes me?"
Lee Mingfan was not surprised by the sarcasm in Tong Ye's tone. He knew that Tong Ye was a person who had a clear line between love and hate.
"Tong Ye, I've been supporting you, you know that. The higher-ups have realized the weakness of Phecda, so they're planning to form a new department, "Lee Mingfan advised earnestly.
"First, you'll build an experimental Special Mobile Force under the command of the headquarters, and it'll be used to support the entire country. There are some relevant talents for you to choose from among these documents, see if you're interested. Tong Ye, look at this, I can't explain myself to you like this, Tong Ye. "
The people outside the door sensibly pretended not to see or hear anything. The normally well-respected Director Lee was now in such a state.
"I'll see what kind of talents there are." Ol 'Tong picked up the document from the counter and started to flip through it. He glanced at it twice before turning the page. "Oh, oh …"
Lee Mingfan knew that Tong Ye was not flipping through the documents blindly. The old man had a photographic memory.
"This one's S value is too high. He's inexperienced, so I don't want him." Ol 'Tong tossed one document away and then another. He shook his head repeatedly. "This one is too normal, so I don't want him. This one is too arrogant, so I don't want him. This … this one is quite interesting … "
Ol 'Tong pulled out a document and placed it aside before turning to the next one. "Hmm … this one?" His slightly narrowed eyes slowly scanned the paper.
Lee Mingfan glanced at it. It was Gu Jun's file from Eastern State …
"Haha." Ol 'Tong's wine-red face turned to one of excitement. There was a joy that he had not seen in a long time. "Good job, good job!"
Ol 'Tong patted the document in his hands excitedly and laughed. "This kid is good!" He waved at Lee Mingfan and ordered, "Bring me the mic."
"Oh …" Lee Mingfan nodded. Tong Ye had guessed it, but he did not mention it. Indeed, he had a listening device on him, and people from the headquarters had been listening in. Among them were the higher-ups and related workers.
Lee Mingfan had been told to follow Tong Ye's orders. He knew that the headquarters would be speechless, but he still handed over the mini listening device in his pocket.
As soon as Old Tong grabbed the listening device, he started yelling at it, "Motive is open to discussion? Unstable mental state? Low S value? You're the ones who are crazy! If you don't do this, you'll drag the whole world down with you! This kid is a treasure, do you know that? He's in Phecda's camp, so you can laugh at him. "
"You want me to come out of hiding, right? I have two conditions." Ol 'Tong looked at Lee Mingfan and said into the listening device, "One, the case from back then needs to be reopened, and two, this Gu Jun, give him to me."
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