Lin Chuan: .....
He touched his buzz cut, eyes a little absent-minded.
After a moment, he muttered under his breath, "Fuck! Three consecutive directors of the Xinjie City Investigation Bureau, all promoted to Fourth-order Cataclysmics!"
"Is the bureau chief position at Xinjie City somehow cursed?"
"Makes me wanna go sit in that chair myself!"
After he finished cursing, he suddenly remembered something and asked urgently, "Right, those dozen nails at the Bureau, haven't been touched, right?"
The adjutant seemed to have been waiting for Lin Chuan to bring this up. Hearing Lin Chuan's words, he hurriedly replied, "Colonel. The orders haven't gone out yet, so nothing's changed."
Hearing this, Lin Chuan visibly sighed in relief. He slumped back in his chair, then said carelessly, "Alright then, since that's the case, we won't kill them."
"Thought about it, we're all colleagues anyway, no need to go all out with the bloodletting."
