Atlas of Heaven and Man.

Chapter 151 Telegram
Hu Xian and Lao Wan were both staring at Chen Chuan's figure in a daze. The scene in the hall at this moment did not match what they had imagined when they came here. The dazzling sunlight fell on the blood-stained ground and the flashing knife light, making people feel dazed for a moment.

After all, Hu Xian was a member of the review team. She quickly gathered her attention and looked around for the boxing lion with sharp eyes. She found it without much effort.

This person is in the most eye-catching place, and is relatively complete compared to the others. His expression is very natural, and he is the kind that can be put together to pose for a photo.

Her tense expression relaxed and she laughed at her own nervousness.

This Boxing Lion is considered a top figure, and his team is also very capable, otherwise he would not have been listed as an assessment target.

It was just that she had previously thought that the assessment was to go through preliminary investigations, plan preparation, and then a fierce battle, or the execution of the plan would be smoother, but it was definitely not the kind of assessment that she couldn't figure out even if she racked her brains in advance. She couldn't help but ask, "Is that it?"

Lao Wan was silent for a while, and after a long while, he hummed.

Chen Chuan just felt two people coming in, but he did not turn around. He still stood there with the knife in his hand, his eyes looking at the stairs above. At this moment, footsteps came from above.

Hu Xian and Lao Wan also noticed it and raised their guns to point it there.

The footsteps were steady and each step was solid. Soon, a middle-aged man wearing a top hat came down from upstairs.

Hu Xian raised her eyebrows, put down the gun, and said, "Old Feng, are you here?" She said dissatisfiedly, "You didn't even tell me you were here?"

Lao Feng was somewhat helpless. He hadn't seen what happened just now. He was still filming while looking for an observation position at the back. Suddenly he heard the gunshot and rushed over in a hurry. How could he have notified them in time? As for him coming down from upstairs, wasn't it just to maintain his image?

Seeing that they knew each other, Chen Chuan stroked his fluttering scarf and put down the knife.

At this moment, the sound of a car driving by was heard outside. Old Feng's expression became serious and he said, "It seems that another guest has arrived. I will go and deal with him."

As he said this, he came down the stairs and walked out. When he passed by Chen Chuan, he nodded to him.

Hu Xian walked up to him and said, "He's the grader of our review team and also a special commissioner of the bureau. He's responsible for scoring your performance." She turned her head and looked at him for a few seconds, then said, "Young man, you're great. You dealt with the problem in just a short while. You're really quick. I was worrying for nothing."

Chen Chuan said seriously, "Sister Hu, thank you." He then said to Lao Wan, "Thank you, Brother Wan." No matter what, these two rushed in to help him without knowing the situation, so he had to appreciate it.

"Thank you for what?"

Hu Xian looked around and felt somewhat relieved. "Young man, you really opened my eyes. No wonder Old Feng is so concerned about you. I have never seen him pay so much attention to any assessment student."

At this time, outside, a number of blue cars drove into the street, and in one of the stretched luxury cars sat a handsome man in his thirties, wearing a coat and with a small mustache.

A man sitting in the passenger seat looked ahead. He had good eyesight and saw that all the glass on the building was broken. He turned back and said, "Boss, we're here, but there seems to be something wrong up ahead."

The handsome man asked, "Send someone to have a look."

By this time, Lao Feng had already walked onto the street and stopped in front of the convoy. The cars slowly stopped in front of him, and then teams of people came out. Except for the people who were on guard on both sides, the rest of them pointed guns at him.

Lao Feng felt that it was very windy outside, so he held down his hat with his hand, looked at the luxury car, and ignored the guns pointed at him.

The handsome man sat in the car without moving, but a sturdy security guard walked down from the car, came to Lao Feng, looked him up and down, raised his chin, and asked, "What do you do?"

Old Feng put his hand into his arms, and the people around him raised their guns and shouted, "Don't move."

Lao Feng looked very calm and said, "Don't be nervous, I'm alone."

The sturdy security guard was also staring at him. He saw him slowly take out a name card from his inner pocket and raised it to signal. The sturdy security guard took a look and was immediately startled. He whispered, "Please wait a moment, sir."

He immediately ran back to the stretched limousine and said a few words into it.

After a while, the car door opened and the handsome man walked down. He pressed his hand down, signaling the people around him to put down their guns, walked in front of Lao Feng, glanced at the name card, and then looked at Lao Feng:

"Dashun National Bureau of Statistics? Mr. Feng?" He looked at the building next to him, thinking, and then showed a very charming smile, "Mr. Feng, is there anything we can help you with?"

Lao Feng took the name card back, put his hands in his upper pockets, and said, "No need, we will take care of it. But Mr. Lan Que may have made a wasted trip."

The handsome man raised his finger and waved it, saying, "That's nothing. I'm glad to meet Mr. Feng."

Lao Feng said, "Really? But Mr. Lanque didn't even want to shake my hand."

The handsome man put his hand to his mouth, coughed dryly, and said, "I won't disturb you guys in the Bureau of General Affairs anymore. Bye." After nodding in greeting, he turned around and went back to the car.

After a while, the convoy began to retreat and turn around, returning to the way they came.

In the luxury car, a follower suddenly asked: "Boss, that man is just an officer of the General Affairs Bureau, why do you have to give him such face?"

"Do you believe what's written on the name card?"

The handsome man glanced at him and said casually, "Besides, the Bureau of General Affairs is omnipresent. Maybe there are people from the Bureau around me. I don't want to have a gun pointed at my head when I sleep one day." He said to the driver in front, "Axing, don't you think so?" Axing said without turning his head, "Boss, I don't understand these things."

"I don't understand. It's better not to understand." The handsome man smiled and said regretfully, "It's a pity for that battle spider. It is Taiana's best portable biological weapon."

Lao Feng waited until the convoy left before turning back to the building.

At this moment, Chen Chuan had already sheathed the Xuejun Sword and stood near the window holding the sword. His fluttering ochre-red scarf was still very eye-catching even among the blood on the ground.

Hu Xian was checking the situation around him. Except for a few minions with weak breathing and the unconscious bee girl, most people were killed with a single knife, so clean and neat that it made people's scalp tingle.

When Chen Chuan saw Old Feng coming back, he asked, "Special Envoy Feng, I heard from Sister Hu that you are the scorer for this review. Do you know whether I have passed this assessment?"

Old Feng looked at the broken limbs and body parts scattered all over the floor, and suddenly felt a little sorry for his comments yesterday.

He said seriously, "The details still need to be reported to the review team for confirmation, but in my opinion, student Chen, you have met the requirements by severely damaging or killing all the assessment targets. You should have no problem passing this assessment. Student Chen, perhaps I should congratulate you in advance."

Chen Chuan got his confirmation and had a clue in his mind. He looked into the hall and said, "Then may I ask, Mr. Feng, how should we deal with the things these people left behind?"

Old Feng smiled and said, "During the assessment period, all spoils can be taken away by the students. Student Chen, don't be embarrassed. Although our funds are tight, we have always been very tolerant to capable students."

Chen Chuan asked: "Including the battle spider?"

Lao Feng said with certainty: "That includes the battle spider. You can take everything you need, and someone will come to collect the body."

Chen Chuan nodded. He had already retrieved the gold note from Boxing Lion. This thing not only belonged to him, but also to other students who participated in the operation, so he had to take it back.

As for other things, guns, vehicles, he couldn't handle them and it was impossible for him to take them away, but he could leave them to Hu Xian.

He walked over and told Hu Xian about his thoughts.

Hu Xian said, "Brother Chen, I can exchange the rest of these things for money for you. You should take the battle spider back with you. It's too eye-catching to leave it here, and it's hard for me to do business with it.

As for handing it in, I advise you not to think too much about it. The higher-ups don't like it very much. It will be confiscated when it passes through the middle link. Who knows, it will be sold to some bastard, or even thrown in the warehouse to collect dust. You'd better take it with you."

Chen Chuan thought for a moment and said, "I heard that this thing needs to eat some high-energy nutrients?"

Hu Xian said nonchalantly, "It's okay. If you don't need it normally, you can put it into hibernation. Even if you can only use it once at a critical moment, it's a good deal. Look around here again. There should be something like this left."

Chen Chuan said, "Okay, I'll leave the rest to Sister Hu. Sister Hu and the team members have worked very hard, so they deserve some of the rewards. Please keep a share for Mr. Feng as well."

Although Lao Feng said that he didn't want anything, he didn't really think so. Besides, it was Lao Feng's choice whether to take it or not, and it was his business whether to give it or not.

Hu Xian said, "Since you trust me so much, I will definitely help you deal with it. I will remember Lao Feng's share." Then she turned around and said, "Lao Wan, go call people to work."

She looked around again. Although she was still doing the job of collecting corpses, it was the most satisfying one because those who died this time were people who deserved to die.

While this matter was being dealt with, Lao Feng had already returned to the hotel alone. He went to a secluded room, closed the door, took out a pen, and immediately began to write a telegram. However, he was not satisfied with it after writing it several times. He felt that he could not express it well, so he always crumpled up the text halfway through and threw it aside.

At the end, he thought about it and simply repeated the content, and then added three exclamation marks at the end, which are rarely used in normal times!

After finishing writing, he squatted down, took out a radio from the cabinet, moved it on the table, then put on headphones and started sending messages.

As the sound of dripping radio waves rang out in the room, the content of the telegram was transmitted by radio waves, passed through relay stations across the vast land, and was sent to the main station of the National Bureau of Statistics located in a secret area. It was then presented to the reader's desk by confidential personnel.

Just half a day later, another telegram was sent from the main station.

Old Feng stayed in front of the radio station and did not leave. When he heard a series of specific signals coming from the telegraph machine, he became alert and wrote down the subsequent telegram code.

He quickly took off his headphones and translated the content based on his memory.

"After verification by relevant departments and personnel, Chen Chuan, a student of the Yangzhi Wuyi University of the Republic of China, has passed the assessment and is approved for issuance of a Class B unlimited defense certificate." The signature is: "Dashun National Unlimited Defense Certificate Review Group, Dashun National General Affairs Bureau."

For some reason, after receiving this telegram, he, the scorer, felt inexplicably excited.

After calming himself down in his seat, he burned the original telegram draft, then stood up, walked out of the room, and glanced at the wall clock. It was eleven o'clock in the evening. Although it was very late, he felt that he should not wait until tomorrow and should tell the young man the news immediately.

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(End of this chapter)