Fan Ning's only intuitive impression of Pogorelic is the cyan glossy signature steel seal that appears on all official IDs. Who knows what level of strength he has reached.

"So I helped you get an unexpected good opportunity, right?" He Meng turned around.

Although his tone was always cold, Fan Ning actually heard a hint of "the boss cares for his subordinates" with his social instinct.

...It was really fucking unexpected. Fan Ning said "thank you" bravely.

I saw a smile on "Vasius"'s gloomy face. This should be the most excited expression on his face: "Mr. He Meng is a person who has learned about it. It is so difficult to meet Mr. Pogorelic."

?"

"The One of Insight? Haha..." The back of He Meng's head in front of him shook slightly, "For Mr. Pogorelic, the mystery that we people talk about is only a little more profound than that of the ignorant."

When Fan Ning, who was climbing the stairs, heard this description, he felt that the wind that had penetrated his trousers and cuffs had made him feel cold with cold sweat.

Faced with the leader of the world's most powerful extraordinary organization, his next preparations will all be blocked by this shabby hat on his head?

When looking at the building of the Special Patrol Department headquarters, it looks similar to the branches I have visited before. The layout of large office buildings commonly used by the authorities in this era plus the interior and exterior decoration style of the Police Security Bureau is nothing more than a few more stairwells and corridors.

A lot more complicated.

However, the corridors on many floors are equipped with tightly guarded iron gates and guardrails, preventing people from entering these specific areas. At the end of the corridor, there seems to be something like a steam elevator running.

It took less than a minute for Fan Ning to go upstairs. Fan Ning felt that the day was like a year. After passing many people who looked like police officers and investigators, He Meng took him to a corridor on the fifth floor.

The protective device in front of him that resembles a cast-iron explosion-proof door has a cold texture. At first glance, it looks like it can't even be opened by military equipment. But this is not the point at all for Fan Ning. Even if it is a toy door, there is nothing he can do about it.

He slipped away from the eyes of a Insighter, not to mention that the director of the Special Inspection Department was waiting for him in the conference room.

He Meng put his hand on it for a moment, and a huge puff of water vapor came from inside the corridor. The entire door began to slowly swing forward. At that moment, Fan Ning felt the intensity of the four jets being no less than his own.

Fluctuations of inspiration.

Behind the door, there was a long mahogany table and four easy chairs. On the table were a coffee hand grinder and a jelly bean basin. Several gentlemen looked towards the two of them, holding pipes or pinchers in their hands.

Playing cards.

Different from the monotonous office style outside, the ground area behind the explosion-proof door turned out to be wooden floors and red carpets. The walls were covered with intricate embossed embossed paper. Thick velvet curtains were tied up with golden tassels. The outside was slightly wider.

In the lobby, there are water bars, sofas, pianos, billiard tables, chess and card tables and automatic gambling machines.

Looking at the oil paintings sparkling under the crystal chandelier, if it weren't for the fact that he was in a bad situation and his heart was beating a little fast, Fan Ning almost thought he was here to kill time in the club today.

In the midst of the smoke, He Meng waved his hand to signal the knowledgeable people on duty not to get up to say hello, and then took Fan Ning to the aisle behind the hall.

"I'll just leave later. I'll help myself after the meeting." He Meng stretched out his hand and turned the doorknob in front of him. After opening a small crack, he left Fan Ning behind and continued walking forward.

...What...what do you mean? Isn't it a short meeting?

Looking at He Meng's back, then looking at the corridor that looked like a luxury hotel and the ajar door in front of him, Fan Ning almost lost his mind.

Although he knew that he couldn't ask rashly, he really hoped that the Insightful One would not stay next to him all the time, so he just tried to say: "... Just leave later?"

"Or you can play cards with them."

He Meng pointed in the direction of the hall, and then locked himself into another room with a bang.

Fan Ning, whose heart had been hanging in his throat, seemed to feel slightly relieved after doing this.

He looked at the wooden texture of the door on the veneer and briefly thought about whether to leave here, but immediately gave up the idea.

Don't treat people as fools.
Chapter completed!