Chapter 12 Does this count? Have you been recruited?

"Sneeze!" As soon as Chen Yi opened the door, he sneezed.

Although March in the imperial capital is not as cold as February. But the wind in the middle of the night still makes people's bones a little soft. When Chen Yi was awakened, he got up in a hurry. He was only wearing underwear, not trousers, and his shoes were just slippers. When he controlled the man in black, he didn't care about this because of panic, so he didn't wear trousers and change his shoes. Because of nervousness and running fast, he sweated all over and blew outside for a long time. Now he really feels like he is going to catch a cold.

Chen Yi got out of the car and followed Meng Zhijun into the building in front of him. Before entering the door, he looked back and saw that the black Audi A6L had pulled the driver and the little girl away.

Entering the building and turning right, Meng Zhijun opened a locked iron door, took Chen Yi through the long aisle, followed the side stairs to the second floor, and finally stopped in front of a door.

"Today, you settle down here for one night. Tomorrow I will ask Nono to send you clothes, and then take you to make a record." As Meng Zhijun took out the key to unlock the lock, he turned his head and said to Chen Yi.

The door is open, and there is an office inside. There is a desk in the middle of the office, a sofa on the left side of the desk, a cabinet on the right side of the sofa, a door opposite the cabinet, and a water dispenser next to the door inside. Meng Zhijun opened the cabinet, turned out a thin quilt, and threw it to Chen Yi.

"There is nothing important here, and there is nothing to eat, but there is enough water. The toilet is in the inner room. You can make do with it by yourself. Let's talk about it tomorrow." After saying that, Meng Zhijun left in a hurry, leaving Chen Yi alone.

He also needs to make a report for today's events so that he can have more room for maneuver when he is recorded tomorrow.

Whether in terms of personal senses or reason and morality, he is willing and must do so. In terms of privacy, he has a certain responsibility for the young man who suffered a reckless disaster, and others follow his name; in terms of public, a young man who can make an intermediate power suffer from the first battle has enough absorption value.

Chen Yi walked around the office. This is an ordinary office with some relevant documents of Beijing Film Studio. However, with Chen Yi's ability, it is impossible to tell whether these documents are important for the time being - it is just that it can reassure Meng Zhijun to let him sleep, and it is not important information.

The room inside is a place to sleep. There is a bed in it, and a small door is opened on the side. That is the bathroom. The bathroom comes with a bathroom, and a shower and bathtub are also installed.

There is no need to concentrate on sensing. Chen Yi can feel that there are many cameras in this office. The metal equipment in the camera is as eye-catching as the light of the night in Chen Yi's perception, but fortunately, there is no such thing in the toilet.

Chen Yi opened the shower and rushed. At the same time, he quietly grabbed the handrail of the bathtub. A few seconds later, a small piece of metal separated from the armrest. There was no change on the surface of the armrest. In fact, a piece of it had been eroded, and the separated metal was tightly attached to the skin. Chen Yi carefully controlled the angle of the center of his hand and hid the surface as if it had been frosted and almost non-refering metal.

None of his steel wires were brought out, and the unarmed feeling was really bad.

After taking a hot bath, Chen Yi lay on the sofa and turned the newly separated metal into a steel wire under the cover of a thin quilt. The speed was not slow, but there was no fluctuation.

This battle not only brought trouble to Chen Yi, but also increased his ability in the battle. Although the power has not changed much, it is a little better than before in terms of perception and concealment.

So even if the metal is converted into steel wire, it does not emit any fluctuations under Chen Yi's deliberate suppression.

With the finished steel wire wrapped around his waist and the elastic band of his underwear, Chen Yi fell asleep. He was really tired. Today, he had experienced enough.

The next morning, Chen Yi was awakened by a knock on the door. He opened the door. Outside the door was the quiet little girl sitting in the car yesterday, carrying several bags in her hand full of clothes.

Only then did Chen Yi know that the Nuonuo mentioned by Meng Zhijun yesterday was her. Without psychological preparation, he only wore a pair of underwear all over his body. Chen Yi hurriedly took the bag and asked the little girl to wait outside for a while, close the door, open the package as soon as possible, and put on her clothes.

The clothes sent by Nono include a white long-sleeved shirt, a blue coat and a pair of jeans, a pair of white sports socks and a pair of black basketball shoes. It's not a big brand, but it's unexpectedly comfortable, which makes Chen Yi very satisfied.

After wearing clothes and trousers, Chen Yi opened the door and officially greeted Nuonuo: "Good morning."

"Morning." Nuonuo spoke for the first time, and her voice was as glutinous as her name. It sounded very comfortable. "Brother Meng asked me to come and take you to make a record."

There is nothing to say about the transcript, just to be honest. Chen Yi didn't want to hide anything, but just selectively lost his memory about his ability to control the magnetic field of metal through the sky. Although it's just a weak ability, after all, it's better to hide a little more like the bottom card.

Under the care of Meng Zhijun and the leadership of Nuonuo, the recording can be said to be smooth. Except for the intellectual glasses beauty responsible for recording, who added a sentence "He didn't lie" after recording, which made Chen Yi feel a little depressed, everything else was very harmonious.

At least, when Chen Yi was making the record, he also ate a meal of fried eggs with milk, bread and fried eggs.

As for the magnetic field ability, forgetting to mention some things is basically two different from lying, isn't it?

After the record was completed, Meng Zhijun, who had disappeared for a long time, finally appeared. The news he brought was not good or bad. It was just a solicitation contract.

After carefully reading this recruitment contract, Chen Yi has been psychologically prepared to join Meng Zhijun, a special service team. What's more, the current contract clearly states that after he joins, his identity belongs to the peripheral personnel and is only responsible for his guide. Although the treatment is not high, he is free in all aspects. It's very high, which is also a comfort.

"Let me see... I said Lao Meng, what is the concept that this special situation can be forced to recruit?" After reading the contract, Chen Yi is ready to join in the general direction, but some details need to be asked clearly.

"This... To be honest, I don't know. Up to now, I haven't encountered any forced recruitment. It's always been like a mercenary, doing things with money." It's not easy for Meng Zhijun to make it clear. Of course, he is not a peripheral person, but he can't handle some confidentiality levels very well. At present, he only said some nonsense.

Chen Yi thought with his heel, and also knew that this guy should be a solid staff member, that is, to do this job full-time. There is no such thing as forced recruitment. As for taking money to do things, it is better to do things and get money, which is similar to military meritorious service and medals in the army.

Nuonuo answered him: "Compulsory recruitment is at the internal security level of the country - well, to put it easier to understand, the orange alert will only be used. Because you peripherals are not easy to get in touch with state secrets, you are usually like a mercenary guild. We send tasks, you yourself. It's done."

Chen Yi was stunned when he heard this: "Is there really a mercenary guild?"

"Of course, there are, but there are only three strongholds in China, all of which are in medium-sized cities with convenient transportation but no strategic value. They are not very suitable for our special service, and the business has not been very good." This time, Meng Zhijun rushed to answer the question.

"How many times have there been an orange alert or the above level so far?" Chen Yi suddenly asked.

"Twice, once on the day of the founding of the People's Republic of China, we had to bombard us by plane on the side of the Strait. At that time, there was no special service team. However, our predecessor, the special mobile force, fought with several foreign forces, which made Busan not refuel the plane, which was yellow. The second time when the man surnamed Lin ran away, it was another big war. It was then that our special service team was formed. I haven't used anything of this level since then. Meng Zhijun answered very simply.

Chen Yi listened to such an answer, thought about it carefully, and finally came to a conclusion. Peripheral members like themselves seem to be free. Recruiting peripheral members like themselves is not so much an attempt to control, but in the hope that they can be used to attract them to avoid the abuse and loss of control of their abilities.

As for the real masters, they will be brought back at all costs. It's another treatment with Chen Yi, who are similar to the ancient 'doormen'.

"So, I agreed to join in terms of intention. What do I need to do now?" Chen Yi smiled bitterly, whether he was recruited or not.