Special Military Doctor

Chapter 435 - 412 Higher-Level Orders

Chapter 435: Chapter 412 Higher-Level Orders


"Having their company is enough for you; I’m sleep-deprived." The hand exposed outside was drawn back into the bed, with the heater set to maximum, not feeling cold at all, yet this person still liked to curl up under the covers.


"Your feet are still outside." He wouldn’t be foolish enough to help him cover back up, only to be kicked for it. Watching the two feet retreat into the bedding, Xiao Lin helplessly made his way down the staircase.


This place can be described as part of the underground garage, just that for connecting with the outside world, it appears very concealed. Those who come here for underground vehicles would see it as the entrance of a warehouse, such doors can be found at any underground parking area.


Before reaching the staircase, he heard the sounds of fighting inside, which had become the norm. Whenever they gathered together, competition among them was inevitable. He was happy enough to observe the "war of tigers" from the sideline, sometimes joining in the fun, though mostly participating through an observer’s perspective.


"Young Master Xiao!"


At the side sat Hong, the first to notice his presence, Hong being the youngest among the five. Yi followed Hong’s line of sight to give Xiao Lin a nod. He was the leader of the five and could also be called the captain, whereas the two currently fighting were Zimu and Zilin, a pair of twins.


"What’s wrong with your hand?" Yi made room for Xiao Lin. The four showed neither respect nor contempt for his arrival, somewhat casual, somewhat indifferent. The fighters continued fighting, the sleepers continued sleeping, the watchers continued watching.


"Bitten by a snake!" His entire palm began turning black; Xiao Lin didn’t care much about such poison, it would fade on its own soon enough, though its appearance was unsightly.


"Where’s my beloved car?"


"Parked in your spot; the glass and metal panels you delivered last time were reprocessed. Normal impact and explosion couldn’t cause any harm now." Zimu kicked Zilin, the taciturn brothers forever locked in a battle they couldn’t decide.


Gifted in mechanics, the two brothers caught his eye when he was ten. Back then, they were merely the grandchildren of an old servant in his extended family; they came together by chance while playing motorbikes. When his father made the path clear to him, Xiao Lin invited them both, only paying attention to the promise of free car modifications; without hesitation, they accepted his invitation. Of course, any regret afterward became insignificant with iteration upon iteration of vehicle modifications and deconstructions.


"Shou crafted a weapon overnight for you." Yi picked up a roughly sixty-centimeter sword from a table beside, passing it to Xiao Lin, deceivingly ordinary in appearance.


Xiao Lin weighed it in his hand, discovering its secret within a few motions.


"How did he manage it?"


With each spin between his fingers, it seemed irresistibly to circle back freely from afar, the line pattern on the sword’s hilt fitting into the palm. The evenly distributed weight was about half the power of his arm, preventing any burden or angle deviation due to the sword’s weight.


"He didn’t say, only noted that it was customized according to the space between your palm and its explosive power; uniquely exclusive. Also, not to bother him!" Glancing at the spot Xiao Lin descended from: "Though we all believed you’d come down from there."


"I only get to see him once in a hundred years, it’s worth the trouble every three months to bother him." Xiao Lin shrugged, he adored the sword.


"The City Police Department is worrying, that fiery woman of yours almost killed me." Yi recalled with dread, fearing she’d perish under him: "Lin Zhifang is unreliable, lacks a clear direction, his chances to sway are at seventy percent. Changing sides to Wang Zhanting before Hua Muyun acts, chances ninety percent."


"Don’t worry about Lin Zhifang; the Wang family naturally will take action, we don’t need to partake in political affairs. We’ll withdraw once the situation stabilizes; any of its variables are none of our business." Xiao Lin placed the sword into a box, the two brothers took towels and approached, pulling bottles from the fridge and independently guzzling them down.


"Old Master visited." Hong lifted his gaze from the computer, adjusting glasses perched on his nose bridge: "He obviously always knew we existed."


Xiao Lin wasn’t surprised; there were few things his old man didn’t know.


"Your trip to the Middle East was peculiar; I visited Dragon Soul’s internal archives, the issuer wasn’t Boss Long but a higher-up. The Military Advisor’s journey serves as bait." Hong keyed in several numbers, leading to a familiar interface for Xiao Lin, followed by more dialog boxes entering the core hubs, many levels he couldn’t access, Hong cracked all intricate passcodes, pointing at an icon resembling a file system: "Middle East Opportunity!"


"Can’t enter?"


"Locked!" Hong didn’t open the file but exited all interfaces, reverting to win98’s oldest operation interface, his personal quirk. For the new win systems in the market, he disregarded them, deeming them only visually attractive, otherwise worthless.


"The defense system of Dragon Soul is very robust, another intrusion would result in tracking."


Xiao Lin nodded, tackling Dragon Soul was something he’d face eventually; it was an unavoidable path to ascend to Xiao Family’s position.


"Hong, pause all current work, focus solely on Xia Family’s stock movements, quietly acquire Wang Family assets’ stock rights."


"Need a pusher?"


"No moves for now, just closely monitor trends, induce waves at the suitable time but do not exceed current indexes."" Xiao Lin smiled, then turned to Yi: "The City Police Department has a mole; Wu Shuang is onto it, arranging you as an assistant to infiltrate the City Police Department with Lin Zhifang’s backing. Those people won’t dare act, find them and secure immediately."


"Young Master Xiao, what about us?" Zilin changed into clean clothes and sat with his brother, observing Yi and Hong having tasks to do, they gazed expectantly at Xiao Lin. They long felt they were the most idle among the five, while Yi was the most dangerous, therefore they felt it unfair.


"Nothing!" As always, the answer made the brothers protest loudly.


"Young Master Xiao, you can take them with you to the Liger Gang."" Yi understood Zilin and Zimu’s feelings but was cautious about Xiao Lin’s arrangement. "The Liger Gang isn’t like the Poison Dragon type who gains power through backing and fighting; they have territory and influence, and are under government protection. Each year their profits have a certain oppressive feel, if you’re planning to clear them out this time, I fear..." (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please visit Qidian () to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)