Lu Qian cleaned the room and left.
Lying on the bed, Han Xiao closed his eyes comfortably and relaxed his body. Now, all he had to do was wait for Division 13 to come knocking on his door.
I'm still not strong enough.
Han Xiao was very clear that if he wanted to deal with the Germinal Organization, he would need to rely on his own strength. Furthermore, if he wanted to impress Division 13, he also needed strength.
Currently, there were no opportunities for him to do missions or fight monsters, so he only needed to do technical work. Manufacturing machinery required money, so he had to go out and find some extra income. There were many opportunities in the Western Capital, and he still had a long way to go before he could turn them into his own strength. There was a classic song that was sung well: "Zhang Guo Lao, His Hooves Facing the West, Carrying Monk Sha, Following the Calabash Brothers on the Western Paradise, Traveling for tens of thousands of miles."
There was still half a year before the open beta. Before that, he had to be prepared.
…
After tidying up the room, Han Xiao returned to the first floor. Lu Qian was working in front of the lathe, repairing a certain household appliance. Her round butt was wrapped in hot pants, revealing a pair of long, white legs. He could not help but take a few more glances.
Lu Qian wiped her sweat with a towel and said, "The orders are in the drawer."
The repair shop was not very busy, and most of the orders were backlogged. Han Xiao randomly chose an easy one and started working in front of the lathe.
He worked until seven at night, and the shop closed for the day.
Lu Qian had changed into a long white dress and casual wear. She had undone her hair, and her long black hair fell over her shoulders. She looked even more warm and gentle, just like an older sister. There were traces of mending on her dress, and it was obvious that she was not very well-off. Han Xiao could not help but guess that Lu Qian wore skimpy clothes when she was working because she wanted to save on fabric.
Old Man Lu only appeared when it was time for dinner. He had been locked in his room the whole day.
"Time for dinner."
Old Man Lu, with his long hair, did not look like someone who did housework. Lu Qian took care of all the food.
Han Xiao picked up a piece of braised pork and stuffed it into his mouth. It was fatty but not greasy, and the aroma overflowed.
"Delicious, right?" Lu Qian smiled.
Han Xiao did not have time to answer. His mouth did not stop at all.
This is what I call food. What have I been eating for the past six months?
"There's still a lot. Eat slowly." Lu Qian was very happy that her culinary skills were recognized and kept putting food on his plate.
After eating for a while, Old Man Lu suddenly asked, "What's your background?"
Han Xiao paused in his action of picking up the food. "I'm just an ordinary person."
"How can you fool me with such a clumsy lie? Brat, tell me the truth." Old Man Lu sneered as he stroked his bald head and combed his long hair. He looked like a hairy egg.
Han Xiao raised his eyebrows. "What if I don't tell you?"
"You don't want to tell me?"
Old Man Lu raised his voice and flicked his hair. It was earth-shattering. He displayed the willfulness of a heavy metal band's guitarist, as well as the heroism of a nonstop toast. A large wave of loneliness and sadness drifted toward Han Xiao.
What a dangerous motherland! Snow drifts for thousands of miles! Han Xiao's eyes narrowed, and with a quick turn of his body, he jumped five meters away and crossed his arms in a blocking stance, waiting for the attack.
Old Man Lu squinted his eyes. "Good kung fu. Could it be the legendary Four Old Black Goose Ballet Footwork?"
"You're knowledgeable."
"Hmph, that's all there is to it. I still have a move called Three Thousand Feet of White Dust. Those who touch it will die and those who touch it will lose their soul. Do you dare to take this move?" Old Man Lu twirled his long hair with two fingers. It was as if he was holding a weapon. He had the bearing of a great master.
"There's such a powerful kung fu in this world?" Han Xiao's expression changed.
"My realm is not something you can understand."
Old Man Lu snorted.
Lu Qian smiled amiably. A black cloud of lightning and thunder condensed behind her. It was like the Dharma Form of Heaven and Earth. She tapped the table with her chopsticks and said indifferently, "Sit down and eat."
The two returned to their original seats in the blink of an eye. Their faces were calm as if nothing had happened.
…
The Western Capital was vast. It was divided into eight districts and three satellite cities, which were all connected by military railways.
District One was the central area of the city. All the government buildings were located there, and no citizens were allowed to enter.
Although the Germinal Organization was their common enemy, the Six Nations were also in a competitive relationship. No one had absolute allies, and assassinations of the higher-ups of each nation had never stopped. Although on the surface, the Germinal Organization and other super criminals were blamed for the assassinations, the intelligence agencies of each nation knew that at least 70% of the assassinations were caused by other nations.
The intelligence agencies of each country, the Germinal Organization, rogue warlords, arms traffickers, intelligence traffickers, supervillains, assassins, hackers, and so on formed the underworld of this planet.
The Dragon Horn Tower was the core of Stardragon's government. It was where the highest officials worked. In theory, the outer walls of the Dragon Horn Tower could withstand intercontinental missiles. Therefore, the bigwigs of Stardragon did not have to worry about a missile hitting them in the middle of a meeting.
Below the Dragon Horn Tower was the headquarters of the secret department.
…
Dragon Horn Tower, underground. The elevator went up to an unmarked floor.
Stardragon's Strategic Defense Department Headquarters.
Dozens of huge black screens hung on the wall, and a huge amount of data flashed across them. The sound of typing on keyboards was continuous. Countless intelligence personnel came and went, bustling about like gears in a machine, maintaining the operations of this intelligence agency known as Division 13. Countless pieces of information, big and small, were gathered here to be processed before being sent to the department they were supposed to be sent to.
Division 13 was the eyes and ears of Stardragon, the sharp knife hidden in the sleeves.
"Reporting, Zero's whereabouts have been determined."
A quiet secretary wearing glasses knocked on the door of the Minister of Intelligence's office in a hurry. She saw the Minister of Intelligence sitting behind the desk with a serious face, with water stains on the corner of his mouth. He said in a deep voice, "Speak."
"Chief, were you slacking off just now?" The secretary narrowed her eyes.
"Shut up!" The chief glared at her. "Get to the point."
"Zero is currently hiding in a mechanical repair shop in District 7."
The chief put his chair back and pondered for a while before turning around. "The higher-ups want to have a gentle contact."
"You turned around just now to wipe your drool, right?"
"I really regret giving you a promotion."
The secretary pushed her glasses up, and a light flashed through her lenses. "How do we implement this?"
"Since Zero came to the Western Capital alone, he is seeking protection. He has already shown his intention to cooperate. Prepare a backup plan. Implement informant protection procedures. Do not let the Germinal Organization's spies in the Western Capital know of his existence. Let the hacker department intercept all information that mentions Zero's whereabouts. Do not let any information leak through the network. At the same time, send someone to secretly check if he is a spy sent by the Germinal Organization. Do not make any contact before you confirm. "
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