Chapter 1195: The Duty of Bureau 749

The staff member hadn't expected that Sun Bumian, who was always cynical and loved to throw little tantrums, would actually be serious this time. He watched helplessly as Sun Bumian walked into the depths of the stone corridor, feeling extremely anxious.

Sun Bumian ignored this and forced his way through the corridor, his peripheral vision sweeping over the rooms on both sides. Most were small rooms with white bed sheets and covers, and some were inexplicable empty rooms, his brows furrowing tighter and tighter.

As he moved forward, the conversations of the guests became clearer. Just then, several figures suddenly ran out from a secret passage nearby!

"Mr. Sun, please don't do anything reckless..."

Sun Bumian didn't say a word, stepped out directly, knocked all those staff members over, and then grabbed one of them by the collar.

"Where is Sun Zhongliang?"

"Mr. Sun, there might be some misunderstanding between us..."

"If you don't tell me where Sun Zhongliang is, do you believe I'll tear this dump apart?!"

"This..."

"Mr. Sun."

A voice came from the depths of the secret passage.

Hearing this voice, Sun Bumian turned his head slowly to see Sun Zhongliang, who had arrived at the entrance of the secret passage with a few people, looking at this scene with a complex expression...

Sun Bumian released the man's collar, letting him fall to the ground, and then walked toward Sun Zhongliang step by step.

"Sun Zhongliang..."

Sun Bumian said coldly, seven-colored flames still burning at his temples. Although he was wearing small round sunglasses, he looked like a terrifying lion, baring its fangs as it approached its prey.

"What exactly are you plotting??"

The staff and military personnel around Sun Zhongliang were about to protect him under Sun Bumian's pressure, but were stopped by the latter raising his hand.

"Mr. Sun, we are just doing what Bureau 749 should do."

Sun Zhongliang was an ordinary person, but facing Sun Bumian's seventh-rank pressure, he still straightened his back and answered calmly.

"What Bureau 749 should do? You mean, kidnapping the inheritor of Nuo opera?"

Sun Bumian stopped in front of Sun Zhongliang, pulled down the small round sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and his pupils, nested with colored rings, stared at Sun Zhongliang, who was within reach. "Where is Shen Nan? What did you do to him?"

"He is resting right here. If you want to see him, I can take you to him."

Sun Bumian raised an eyebrow.

"Lead the way."

Sun Zhongliang didn't shirk at all, waved his hand to signal the surrounding staff to clear a path, and turned to walk into the depths of the secret passage.

Sun Bumian looked at Sun Zhongliang's retreating back, wondering what he was thinking. After hesitating for a moment, he still followed behind.

They passed through one intricate stone corridor after another and finally arrived at a spacious underground space.

This space was about the size of a basketball court. Four or five staff members were busy moving about. In the center of the space, dense closed-circuit televisions were stacked like a tower. Different screens were playing images of different corridors and rooms.

At this moment, about four televisions were playing an underground space similar to a meeting room. Old tables and chairs were arranged in an arc, and the hanging incandescent lights illuminated the entire meeting room as bright as day. Many guests were gathered together, full of confusion, discussing something intensely. Han Xiang, Xiao Chunping, Yao Qing, and others were also among them.

Sun Bumian's gaze swept over the televisions, and then he was attracted to Sun Zhongliang's figure on the side. He saw Sun Zhongliang stop at a room in the corner of the space.

Knock, knock, knock—

He first raised his hand to knock gently on the door, then pushed it open and entered.

Behind the door was a dim room of ten square meters, furnished with a small single bed. The bed was already made with white bedding, and there were three dishes and a soup on the bedside table, but it looked like they hadn't been touched at all...

Beside the single bed, a figure with a lowered head heard the movement and slowly raised his eyes.

"...Sun Bumian?"

Shen Nan saw the person who had come, and his gray eyes lit up slightly.

Sun Bumian saw the scene here, his face extremely gloomy. He grabbed Sun Zhongliang's collar with his backhand, and with a flash of seven-colored flames, he pressed him against the wall like lightning!

"And you say you didn't kidnap him?" Sun Bumian said coldly.

"I watched Bureau 749 be built from scratch, bit by bit. Although the past directors weren't exactly kind people, at least they wouldn't do something like kidnapping a non-genetic inheritor... You, Sun Zhongliang, have really opened my eyes.

It seems I have to clean up the house for your grandfather today."

His speed was too fast, so fast that the other staff and military personnel couldn't react. Just as everyone was about to take action, Sun Zhongliang, who was being held in mid-air, raised his hand to stop them again!

"Speak! What is your purpose in specifically setting the conference in Wushan and luring all the inheritors here underground? What's going on with the death tribulation in Wushan Town?!" Sun Bumian's eyes flashed with cold light.

"Wait!!"

Unexpectedly, Shen Nan suddenly stood up and grabbed Sun Bumian's arm, as if afraid he would kill Sun Zhongliang in the next second.

Sun Bumian turned to look at him, a trace of doubt flashing between his brows.

"Things are not what we expected..."

Shen Nan opened his mouth, seemingly about to say something, when Sun Zhongliang suddenly spoke, "I admit that I did place Shen Nan under house arrest, but that was to prevent the news from leaking out in advance and causing unnecessary trouble... I, Sun Zhongliang, can stake my life on the fact that Bureau 749 hasn't done anything to harm the inheritors. We are just fulfilling our duty."

"The duty of Bureau 749?"

"To gather, protect, and pass on the Divine Path possessors condensed from all culture."

Sun Bumian watched Bureau 749 grow, so he naturally knew its original intention, but the doubt in his eyes grew stronger. "What does this have to do with this underground project?"

"The Wushan 7012 Underground Project is one of the highest-level shelters left over from the last century. It is enough to isolate all levels of thermal weapon damage and has the highest-level poison gas, biological adhesive filtration system, and ventilation system. Protecting all inheritors here is the safest thing to do..."

"Safe?" Sun Bumian keenly captured the keyword. "What do you mean? What exactly do you know?"

"Mr. Sun... a critical node concerning the survival of everyone is coming."

A bitter expression appeared on Sun Zhongliang's face. "Under the surging tide of global turmoil, you, me, and everyone in that meeting room are just tiny grains of sand... Grains of sand cannot decide their own destiny. Only by hiding in the deepest part of the rock can they be spared from the turmoil brought by the torrent."

Sun Bumian stood there, stunned.

The next moment,

A piercing air-raid siren, accompanied by flashing red lights, suddenly echoed throughout the entire underground project!