Chapter 454: Chapter 305: Wildfire Guard
More than an hour later, Qi Ling and Ahri Wulei returned.
Ahri Wulei was carrying various shopping bags in his hands, multiple women’s purses hung around his neck, a big bag of unfinished snacks tucked under his arm, and a gigantic teddy bear prize from the mall slung on his back.
He dumped the items onto the table, sprawled out on the couch, loosened his tie and fanned himself, saying with an empty expression, "Boss, please, don’t make me do this next time. Going shopping with women is more exhausting than internal training."
Qi Ling stuck out her tongue, smiling like a mischievous cat.
Su Mo and Zhao Yiming were sitting on the couch drinking tea, their relationship seemingly more familiar than before. They were chatting and laughing about recent amusing stories, and seeing Ahri Wulei worn out like that, they burst into laughter.
Qi Ling sat down on Su Mo’s couch, lying against his legs, and lazily asked, "All done talking? How did it go?"
Su Mo nodded with satisfaction, "The discussion was very pleasant. President Zhao’s demeanor and magnanimity command great respect from the younger generation."
Qi Ling twirled a lock of Su Mo’s hair around her finger absentmindedly and asked, "What’s next? What are we going to do?"
Zhao Yiming swirled his teacup, gazing at the clear liquid, and smiled, "Next, join me for a performance."
"Ahri Wulei, go tell the Wildfire Internal Guard Team, it’s time for the Fools’ Association to disappear from this world."
...
The afternoon was always so lazy. The sun shone warmly, making people feel drowsy.
Working at the High-Tech Park Public Security sub-bureau, that was a great job.
Unlike the Rust Wall District, where so many border people lived, serious public security cases rarely happened here.
Nor was it like the Lakefront Business District, crawling with rich second-generation and officials’ kids, where one misstep could offend someone you couldn’t afford to offend.
The High-Tech Park had plenty of those timid but wealthy white-collar workers, usually earning seemingly high salaries but having no power, silently swallowing any fine handed to them.
You could always get a bit more from these "golden pigs" to fill up your own small coffers, making life incredibly comfortable.
This was a practice condoned by Director Al, and because of this, the sheriffs were very fond of their great sub-bureau director, who was much better compared to the strict director of the main bureau.
At the front desk of the High-Tech Park Public Security Bureau, two on-duty sheriffs were idly scrolling through their phones, occasionally sharing short videos of beautiful women with each other and exchanging crude jokes.
At that moment, a tall figure walked in from outside.
It was a bearded man wearing a black trench coat, carrying a heavy shotgun, and he walked into the bureau as if no one else was there.
Such behavior was outrageous, so much so that it took a full second for the on-duty sheriffs to react.
The younger sheriff hurriedly reached for his gun, shouting sternly, "What are you doing? Put the gun down..."
Before he could finish, the older sheriff suddenly pounced over and pinned him down.
The older sheriff tightly grasped his hand, not daring to lift his head, cold sweat on his face as he whispered harshly, "Are you blind? Don’t you see that’s a member of Wildfire?!"
The young sheriff instinctively looked and saw the flame-shaped arm patch on the man’s arm.
Everyone knew that Hegemony Company had four elite troops.
The "Razor Rapid Response Team" had the largest number of members and was most frequently used in daily tasks, but also had the lowest status.
Leaders with a bit of authority could command Razor, burdening them with endless dirty and exhausting work daily, making them the "cattle and horses" among the elite, clearly fourth-class people.
The "Wildfire Internal Guard Team," on the other hand, was different. They belonged to the special operation unit, with a very streamlined number, and were specifically at the disposal of the first and second top figures of each major city branch.
The entry requirement for Razor was reaching "Promoted Low Tier" in blood code, focusing on "cheap and plenty."
However, to join Wildfire, aside from rigorous assessments and background checks, one’s capability must at least reach "Overlimit Low Tier," and everyone surpasses the Alpha Squad of the Anti-Violence Fourth Section.
Moreover, unlike Razor’s high-profile worldwide presence, Wildfire personnel are very low-key and rarely appear.
But once Wildfire is mobilized, it goes beyond a mere military action; it inevitably signals something from big figures externally, with dramatic changes happening overnight.
In the face of such elusive characters, the two sheriffs were terrified and didn’t dare utter a sound, watching the bearded man walk into the bureau.
The bearded man carried the heavy shotgun, walked through the corridor, and reached the administrative office area.
Here, some sheriffs were playing with their phones at their workstations, while others were chatting over tea. The unexpected visitor stunned them all into silence.
The bearded man looked at the closest female sheriff, took a photo of Al from his pocket, and showed it to her.
The female sheriff’s lips trembled like a frightened deer, and she quivered, "The director... the director is having a meeting in the conference room number two over there..."
"Click." The bearded man loaded the heavy shotgun, slowly walking toward conference room number two.
Wherever he went, the sheriffs, oppressed by that invisible aura, backed off, none daring to come forward to stop him or even muster the courage to ask more questions.
The bearded man opened the door to the conference room number two and strode inside.
Spdere ten or so key personnel from the Lakefront Business District Public Security Bureau gathered here, discussing a major case.
Director Al sat at the head of the table, and upon seeing the visitor, he was dumbfounded: "Who are you..."
