Yin Xiya raised her eyes and glanced at Skate.

The main task of the Pollution Cleanup Department is to clean up pollution monsters, not to save people. Therefore, many branches do not put saving people first when they act, and it is inevitable that there will be accidental injuries.

Skeet's ability to say this proves that he understands the way the Pollution Cleanup Department operates.

"must."

Yin Xiya nodded and responded to Skate's words.

"Hahaha, when I return to Irons, I will treat you to a feast,"

Skate put away the tablet with a smile and walked to the broken glass window, "This seems to be the passage through which the 'visitor' who broke into this 'den' left. He seemed to have jumped directly from here?

"

He glanced at the narrow street under the glass, "Are these your people? How cool."

"Our informant."

Yin Xiya nodded.

"He must be a very charming and strong man. I must get to know him if I have the chance."

Skate smiled and turned around.

Yin Xiya echoed softly.

The three of them chatted for a few more words and then said goodbye to each other.

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Skate handed the scene over to the Pollution Cleanup Division and took the FBI people down to the first floor.

However, he did not leave directly through the front door, but went around to the back of the building.

Standing here, raising your head, you can just see the broken window on the tenth floor.

He walked under the window, glanced at the window, and then lowered his head to look at the inconspicuous footprints on the ground.

"Director, the victims have been arranged,"

The young man wearing an FBI uniform who had been following him came over and said slowly.

Skate did not answer, but took out a cigarette from his pocket, held it in his mouth and lit it. As the hazy smoke rose in the night, he sighed softly, "Allow some money from the fund and give it to them."

Pair it with some meat and hire an underground doctor."

The subordinate behind him looked at the director's broad silhouette in the night. He sighed and whispered, "Director, most of those people are wanderers. They don't know how long they can live. And no matter how many we save,

, the headquarters will not approve more funding.”

"I can save just one."

Skate took the cigarette from his mouth and shook it in the night. The faint butt of the cigarette came into contact with more air as his fingers rippled, igniting weak sparks in the night.

After a short period of silence, he turned around and glanced at the shallow ruts on the road next to him. "After we have packed up, let's go back first. I haven't finished filling out the form today. Do you want money from Mader headquarters?"

Send a bunch of money to this wasteful person."

"yes."

The subordinate nodded, called a car, and took Skate into the car.

Along the way, Skeet sat in the back row, holding a cigarette in her mouth, looking up at the bright moon with her mutilated body exposed from the gaps between the tall buildings, her eyes deep.

This place is not far from the FBI branch building. The vehicle quickly arrived in front of the building. Just when the subordinate driving in front was about to turn into the building, Skate suddenly stretched out his hand and shouted,

"stop."

The driver braked suddenly and stopped the car. Skate's body shook violently and almost hit the co-pilot's back.

However, he didn't pay attention. Instead, he pointed to an off-road vehicle parked on the street and asked, "Has that car been parked there before?"

"Seems to be?"

The subordinate sitting in the passenger seat glanced at the off-road vehicle and said, "When I went out to buy coffee in the afternoon, it seemed to be parked there."

Then he paused and hesitated, "But when we drove out on the mission just now, it seemed that this car was not here."

While he was speaking, Skate had already reached out to push open the car door and walked towards the SUV.

The windows and doors of this off-road vehicle were tightly closed, and the windows were coated with anti-peeping coating, so the scene inside could not be seen from the window.

But just when Skate arrived outside the car door, the door opened automatically with a crisp "click" sound, revealing the empty driver's seat inside.

And something seemed to be displayed on the car screen in the middle of the vehicle.

Skate took a look inside, walked over directly, and leaned in front of the car door.

At this moment, he finally saw clearly what was displayed on the screen of the car.

That's a line of standard font text.

[Would you mind leaving your personal phone number?]

Below the small words is an input box with a flashing cursor.

"Something."

Skate glanced at the ruts behind the off-road vehicle's body, then got directly into the vehicle and sat in the driver's seat.

Not long after he sat in, his subordinate finally ran over, stood outside the door and asked, "Director, what's wrong?"

"Nothing."

Skate stood up from the car, got out of the car, reached out and closed the door directly.

"This car?"

The subordinates looked at the off-road vehicle with some confusion.

"Let him park this car here."

Skate took the cigarette butt out of his mouth, dusted off the ashes, and looked up at the bright moon in the sky.

Faint sparks burned at his fingertips.

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"Grandpa! Look, the fireworks!"

On the swaying bus, Jia Qian stood up and pointed to the building next to her. The streamers all over the surface of the building were creating special effects like fireworks exploding, "There are fireworks here!"

"Um."

He Ao glanced at the fireworks outside the window, smiled and reached out to touch his granddaughter's head.

At this moment, the screen of his bracelet slowly lit up, displaying a series of numbers.

"Grandpa, where are we going now?"

Jia Qian withdrew her gaze, sat next to him and looked at He Ao.

"Go get grandpa's new crutches."

He Ao said slowly.

"Did that big uncle make grandpa's new crutch?"

Jia Qian stared at He Ao with wide eyes.

"Well, he sent me a message just when we got on the bus."

He Ao nodded slightly.

"Oh~ he's so fast."

Jia Qian nodded obediently.

At this moment, the bus slowly stopped, parked at the platform, and the door opened.

A little boy rushed onto the bus, followed closely by a middle-aged man who was squeezed into the bus and paid with his bracelet. He glanced at the little boy running around in the bus and quickly shouted, "Be careful.

, don’t run around.”

At this time, the little boy was already sitting on a seat in the front row. He quickly patted the empty seat next to him and shouted, "Dad, sit here."

Jia Qian watched this scene, she put the suitcase next to her inside, her face turned down, and she lay on He Ao's lap.

"Grandpa, I want to take a nap."

"Go to sleep."

He Ao raised his hand and gently hugged his granddaughter's back.

The wind in the silent night blew through the old man's gray hair.

Vaguely, He Ao felt as if someone was watching him from behind. He turned around and looked behind him.

A boy of seventeen or eighteen years old is sitting on the seat behind He Ao. He has a cloud pattern jade ornament hanging around his neck and a schoolbag on his front.

He saw He Ao turn around, stand up slightly, reach out and ruffle He Ao's hair,

"Dad, you have gray hair."
Chapter completed!