Chapter 522

After seeing the four people off, Sun Cheng did not return to the reception room.

Before he arrived, the four visitors had stayed in the reception room for over half an hour.

Sun Cheng was naturally suspicious, and with one of the four coming from the National Security Bureau, heaven knows if they had left any surveillance or listening devices behind.

He would not stay there long until he had checked the surveillance footage.

After returning to his office and hanging the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door, he walked to his desk and tapped a spot on the seemingly very ordinary surface.

Instantly, the desktop, which looked no different from a normal mahogany desk, split open like a machine, revealing a secret recessed compartment about sixty centimeters long, forty centimeters wide, and fifteen centimeters deep.

Inside the compartment sat a metal box emitting a silver-gray glow.

Taking the metal box out, Sun Cheng skillfully opened it.

This metal box was a micro-signal receiving base station for those mosquito-like ultra-micro reconnaissance devices he had brought back to the real world from the Transformers universe.

Of course, Sun Cheng preferred to call it a sub-nest.

The strange experiences of the past year or so had left him with a condition called severe lack of a sense of security.

Except for himself and Ye Qi, he viewed everyone around him with scrutiny and wariness.

Because of this, Sun Cheng had installed a sub-nest of ultra-micro reconnaissance devices within the company.

This office building was densely packed with hundreds of mosquito-type reconnaissance devices, monitoring every employee for him at all times.

In fact, he now felt more and more that he was right.

As of now, Sun Cheng had already discovered six "new employees" who had joined Cybertron with various motives, and had detected embezzlement and extravagance issues among seven middle and high-level managers.

As for employees slacking off during work hours, there were even more; many so-called "corporate elites" who had become old hands at other companies were already on his dismissal list.

After the three-month probation period ended, these employees who were not serious about their work and easily corrupted the company's collective atmosphere would be surprised to find they would receive the company's dismissal letters.

And the metal box in front of Sun Cheng, which looked very much like a computer, was the receiving base station used to store and process the information fed back by all the ultra-micro reconnaissance devices.

"... I also released mosquitoes in the reception room; they should have captured something!"

Because he used it frequently, he performed the operations skillfully and found what he wanted before long.

That was the video from nearly an hour ago, just after the four visitors had arrived at the company and were invited to wait in the reception room because Sun Cheng was in a meeting.

After carefully watching it back and forth twice, he closed the video.

Somewhat to Sun Cheng's surprise, he had originally thought the other party would leave something in the reception room.

Who would have thought that while Liu Qingyun from the National Security Bureau did indeed glance around the reception room with a scrutinizing gaze from time to time in the video, he made no further moves.

"It seems that the last time I cleared out the surveillance equipment they placed near the villa, it still had some effect!"

After getting a fairly satisfactory answer, Sun Cheng then put away the signal receiving base station with satisfaction, leaned back in his chair, and began to think about his subsequent actions.

Meanwhile, in a conference room in a building in Nandu that he did not know about, the four people who had just left Cybertron had now arrived here.

This was a small-to-medium-sized conference room about sixty or seventy square meters in size; the room was not large, but the oval conference table was full of people.

If Sun Cheng were here, he would likely recognize at a glance that one of the middle-aged men sitting at the oval conference table was none other than Liu Zhen, the Director of the Xia Country National Security Bureau, whom he had just had contact with not long ago.

"... Since everyone is here, let's officially start the meeting!"

At the oval conference table, a middle-aged man with a sign in front of him reading 【Secretariat: Wang An】 was the first to speak.

Anyone familiar with Xia Country politics and who follows the news would likely recognize this middle-aged man immediately.

His name was Wang An, forty-seven years old, and he was the Secretary-General of the Presidential Palace Secretariat; his position did not look prominent, but to put it plainly, he was a senior assistant responsible for the President's daily life and work.

But in a sense, Wang An also represented the President's will; his appearance here meant that the President was also paying attention to the subsequent progress of the matter.

Sitting beside Wang An were several bigwigs at the minister and director level from important Xia Country ministries and commissions, with signs in front of them reading 【Equipment Department: Chen Jichang】, 【National Control Bureau: Liu Huayu】, and 【National Security Bureau: Liu Zhen】.

The oldest was undoubtedly General Chen Jichang; this sixty-five-year-old veteran general had been engaged in national defense equipment construction for over forty years and currently served as the Minister of the Equipment Department.

Hearing Wang An announce the start of the meeting, he was the first to respond: "I only received the notification yesterday, and my understanding of the specific situation is very limited. Director Liu, I heard that the other party contacted you first; can you introduce it to us in detail?"

"No problem, General!"

Liu Zhen weighed his words slightly before saying: "Two days ago, a force calling itself the 'Progressive Chinese Federation' hacked into our National Security Bureau's internal network through unknown means."

"According to their own claims, the reason for this behavior was that when our National Security Bureau was investigating the mysterious death of a CIA agent in Nandu some time ago, some National Security Bureau personnel targeted the President of Cybertron Technology Group—Sun Cheng!"

"... Thus, it led to this series of events!"

Spending about ten minutes or so, Liu Zhen introduced the entire sequence of events to everyone in the conference room in detail.

Although he had reported to the Presidential Palace at the first opportunity, he could be certain that when the Presidential Palace notified the 【Equipment Department】, 【National Control Bureau】, and other ministries to participate in this matter, they would inevitably have copied Liu Zhen's report to them.

However, in the past two days, with the National Security Bureau operating at full capacity, although they still had no clue about information regarding the 【P·C·F】, the investigation into Sun Cheng had been very smooth and had yielded much.

They not only investigated that at the beginning of the year, Sun Cheng had fallen into a usury trap disguised as campus loans due to a classmate's scheme.

They even cautiously wrote into his personal investigation report that he might have a secret crush on his foster sister, Ye Qi.

It was not strange that they would do this; almost every country's intelligence agency had recruited a large number of various experts.

For example, the CIA would not hesitate to use entrapment, coercing some well-known hackers in Europe and America to work for them.

The CIA even recruited a large number of gangsters, drug dealers, swindlers, and kidnappers within its ranks to serve as experts to train its agents.

The Xia Country National Security Bureau was not as unscrupulous as the CIA, but in addition to experts focusing on military, technology, commerce, and industrial fields, they also hired some experts in the fields of medicine and psychology.

Some top-tier psychology and emotional experts could completely distinguish a person's psychological activities and personal emotional issues through certain behaviors.

From this, one can see how much the National Security Bureau now valued Sun Cheng, or rather, the mysterious organization 【P·C·F】 he had fabricated.

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