After experimenting with the temporary mirror realm channel, Zhang Sheng's mentality became much more relaxed. He found that it was difficult to open the fixed realm entrance, but the temporary opening was OK at any time.

You don’t even need a mirror, even a steel plate or a water hole, as long as the sharpness of the reflected image is similar, you can portray the seal of the mirror owner. If you have the opportunity, you have to test how large the space you can enter the mirror world temporarily. It is definitely not possible to be on the street. If you try a hotel, you will probably know your ability.

Zhang Sheng threw away the garbage and walked outside the community. When he reached the door, he heard gunshots coming from afar.

People in the wasteland world are very sensitive to gunfire, and gun manufacturing is controlled by large companies. Ordinary people either use old guns picked up from old world cities or made by local methods. Experienced people can tell which type of gunfire is when they hear gunfire.

Zhang Sheng did not turn around immediately. He asked the security guard for a cigarette at the door and lit it and stood on the street.

Li Feiyan sat on the hood of her Grand Cherokee, her face was gloomy, and the joy of obtaining a mental body weapon was not enough to offset her current anger.

The shopping mall that was being renovated was blocked, and the armed police were mobilized to assist, and the inside and outside were installed, and the water was blocked.

But the murderer still disappeared without a trace. He had killed seven people, and each scene was terrible. What was so bad was that an old detective died in this pursuit, a good man who was about to retire.

"Chief Li, please stop the team..."

Li Feiyan turned his head and looked at Lu Ji. The young face was exhausted and unwilling. He had been busy for a month, without a vacation, or even a concept of getting off work.

"How do I explain to the people from the municipal bureau?" Li Feiyan's voice was hoarse.

Lu Ji was speechless. He couldn't say that everyone was working, so it was normal for an accident to happen.

"Li Chu!" A young man with delicate hairstyle ran over.

"Take off the suit!" Li Feiyan angrily scolded. Miao Chunfeng is good at everything, but she has money at home and wears a suit and tie when handling cases. She looks like a senior agent in American movies. Forget it, she is usually irritable today and can't help but curse.

"Yes." The young man immediately took off his suit and put it on his arm.

"Say." Li Feiyan calmed down and said to Miao Chunfeng.

Miao Chunfeng is a department-level agent. She is 1.8 meters tall, handsome in appearance, well-proportioned in figure, and has a high education. Her personal qualities are not only as simple as outstanding, but also one of the few people in the Secret Service with special abilities.

Miao Chunfeng, Lu Ji, Zhu Qi, Liang Yi, these are the seeds cultivated by Li Feiyan alone and will hold important positions in the Development Bureau in the future.

"The comrade who sacrificed only fired one shot, and the bullet hit the wall at the bottom of the wall with a low angle. He was hit after being fatally injured and did not aim at the target at all. I guess he saw the murderer, but he did not attack immediately. The neck artery was shattered, and there was blunt weapon damage in the heart. I took a look..."

Li Feiyan stared at Miao Chunfeng and waited for him to continue.

"It's like he's hit by a fist, he's wearing a bulletproof vest."

"Where are the traces on the ground?" Li Feiyan asked.

"The police dogs can't find clues." Miao Chunfeng said helplessly.

"You didn't find it?"

"I can only confirm that I ran north, and there should be nothing to see in the autopsy report." Miao Chunfeng was helpless. The murderer had killed seven people before, but there was no residue on the body.

"What's the matter?" Li Feiyan was not satisfied.

"He is becoming more and more skilled." Miao Chunfeng lowered his head and replied.

Li Feiyan jumped off the hood, opened the door and got into the car. Lu Ji came over to look at her through the car window. Li Feiyan lowered the glass and said, "Come on the team. From today on, you can follow the people from the municipal bureau to manage the information. Give Zhu Qi a team and ask her to follow up on daily searches."

"Where is me?" Miao Chunfeng asked.

"You are responsible for communicating with the armed police and wearing military uniforms in the future when performing tasks!"

"Yes." Miao Chunfeng smiled bitterly.

Li Feiyan started the engine and Cherokee drove to the north. What can she do? The Secret Service lacked enough staff and many people with special abilities, but less than ten people could fight. In such a huge capital, there were not enough people relying on the Secret Service. Recently, there are more and more bizarre cases, and the operation team has expanded to twelve.

These twelve teams are also very busy, and it is difficult to draw a small team out.

However, it takes time to train personnel to deal with special events, and there are too few people on the top. As for herself, she has to be responsible for the safety of the chief and also train the chief guard. There is no way. Now the border conflict is serious, and there is clear news from the Security Bureau that enemy forces sneak into the country and try to assassinate the chief.

In Li Feiyan's opinion, the chief's attitude is not tough, and foreigners are simply shameful. So she has to pay special attention to this matter. Not to mention the assassination was successful, she felt embarrassed to make the assassin approach the chief.

Zhang Sheng stood there and finished smoking a cigarette, but he didn't see any suspicious person passing by, so he turned around.

He used his underling tentacle to unlock the door lock, and Zhang Sheng turned his hand and inserted the door bolt. This thing seemed to be unsafe. He wanted to replace the door with the house after buying it.

Zhang Sheng had a simple life in the next few days. He went to the training class. It was indeed not a special language teaching, but a cultural exchange salon. Zhang Sheng was not uncomfortable in the salon, especially after he played the guqin, sang ancient songs and exchanged literary classics with a few foreigners, the young lady in charge of the reception had improved his attitude towards him.

Zhang Sheng has plundered foreigners' abilities many times these days. The salons run by Sister Shen are of high quality, Zhang Sheng's martial arts value has not improved much, and his cultural literacy has grown very quickly. He has made a lot of messy abilities such as gardening, Western painting, piano, and modern clothing cutting.

Zhu Qi helped him get the landlord. The 54-meter house is 8,000 per square meter, and the down payment is 20% and the loan is 30 years old. Zhu Qi asked him why he didn't have twenty years of money, and the interest rate was even lower. Zhang Shengxin said that in ten years, the bank would probably not be in the mood to collect money. I would definitely choose a hundred years of loans with a hundred years. What you think is interest, and what I think is principal.

On Thursday morning, he signed a letter of intent for buying a house, and Zhu Qi personally accompanied Zhang Sheng. When he came out, Zhang Sheng said he would invite her to dinner.

There was music in the Western restaurant, and the lights were a little dim, so Zhang Sheng was not used to it. Neither he nor Xiao Qiao were here, but what could he say when Zhu Qi ordered it?

"Is the bank so hard?" Zhang Sheng saw that her face was not very good, and his makeup could not hide his tiredness.

"So I want to quit." Zhu Qi complained from the heart that the work of the Special Service was too hard. She didn't have so many tasks and was not in the operation team. However, after many emergencies, she, who was originally in the training state, had to do the field force's tasks.

"If you resign, you will have no money to make money."

"It's nothing to make money if you work hard, but it's not enough to make money." Zhu Qi held the cup and used a straw to smoke juice. She was originally a pair of peach blossom eyes, but now she looks sleepy and full of ambiguous smell.

Zhang Sheng did not look at her eyes, raised his head, and his eyes hit his familiar face.

I met a girl with exquisite decoration on Saturday. What is her name? I can't remember it, but I only remember the online name Miya. She went to the TV show of Mr. Li. Unlike other fans, she didn't seem to have much interest in Mr. Li, and she was bored when she went to the TV station.

This girl's family is also very good. She doesn't have to go to work, but just plays.

Miya didn't come alone. She also has a boy who looks like a college student next to her, wearing a white shirt and a tender face. Zhang Sheng didn't think Miya would like such people, and she might not have the desire to like them.

Because I have everything when I was born, I didn’t want to fight for it, but instead lost my happiness.

"Zhang Sheng, what a coincidence." Miya greeted her. She glanced at Zhu Qi, and felt a little contemptuous of Zhang Sheng. Xiao Qiao was there, and she even ran out to make trouble.

"Yes, I don't usually come to places like this, so I invite friends to dinner today."

"I'm not interested in knowing." Miya was a little depressed, as if the makeup on her face wasted, so it would be better not to paint it.

"Of course you are not interested. You are not short of money. It's not like I have to find a bank if I buy a house." Zhang Sheng likes to talk now, purely because he can achieve a world integration. Miya's fusion level is not high, but she may not be able to see it in the future. She has to quickly pull it away.

Miya then noticed that Zhu Qi was wearing professional attire and looked like a bank manager, but she was of a relatively high level.

"You want to buy a house."

"Yes, I signed the letter of intent in the morning."

"Have the loan been settled?" Miya had a good impression of Zhang Sheng, at least she had a good impression of him online. When she found that she misunderstood Zhang Sheng, she said something more.

"It's already agreed, let's have something together?" Zhang Sheng invited.

"No, you don't drink." Miya waved her hand and took her big boy inside. She was also very young, younger than Zhang Sheng, but she gave people the feeling of vicissitudes.

Miya walked away, and Zhu Qi said to Zhang Sheng: "Who is that person?"

"have no idea."

"have no idea?"

"Netizens, I just met once a few days ago, and there were a lot of people."

"Forget it if you are not familiar with it."

"What's the meaning?"

"That man is not a good person, probably a liar."

"How did you see it?" Zhang Sheng didn't believe it either, because the big boy like a college student showed hostility when he passed by him, but his face was sunny and harmless.

"I have seen more liars than you have seen."

Zhang Shengxin said that you don’t know Xiao Ao, otherwise you wouldn’t dare to say such big talk. Xiao Ao has a large hard drive full of storage, and there are so many movies that Zhang Sheng doesn’t want to waste time. Zhang Sheng himself has only watched one movie like that, but it’s not that he doesn’t like to watch it, but he likes too many things, and each one is quite energy-consuming.

Why waste your youth when you are at your best?

"You don't plan to care?" Zhu Qi asked in surprise after waiting for a while.

"I really don't know her."

"Then why do you care about me?"

"I didn't drink today."

Zhu Qi reached out and called the waiter to ask for a glass of white wine. Seeing that she wanted to pour herself, Zhang Sheng quickly took the initiative to dry a glass of wine.

Zhu Qi bowed and asked, "Young hero, can you go now?"
Chapter completed!