Naming Technique of the Night

In Intelligence Department One, they often don’t care so much about the evidence. As long as you are suspected, they can throw you in a secret prison, and even if you get out, you’ll have lost a layer of skin.

Yang Xuyang gritted his teeth and said, “Let’s go back and kneel down and try; we can only hope the new boss won’t hold a grudge.”

At the moment, all three detectives were each worried about their own consequences, but at this time, they all simultaneously thought of one thing—if their side had confirmed the suspect truly existed, did that mean the other teams sent by the new boss would also have results?

Perhaps today, Intelligence Department One and Group Seven were going to cause a sensation in the intelligence community.

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Meanwhile.

They had already brought people to the outside of PCA Federation CIA headquarters.

A detective asked, “Deputy team leader, news came from Yang Xuyang’s side that the criminal they were going after has committed suicide by poison.”

Qing Hua was well aware of what this implied, “After we apprehend Zhou Chenyi, inspect his mouth first thing. Don’t give him a chance to commit suicide by poison. Also, pass the word to all the brothers in Group Seven, we’ll handle all today’s operations the same way.”

The security personnel who originally wanted to stop them and check their identification at the door, seeing it was Qing Hua leading the group, immediately pretended they saw nothing.

The two security officers stood up straight, whispering to each other, “What’s the Living Hades of Intelligence Department One doing here so early in the morning? Someone’s in for it, aren’t they?”

“Don’t talk. Be careful or you’ll be taken away too.”