171: Chapter 171 Logistics Support Bureau

The twelfth floor of the Xinyuan Building on Jianshe Road, Quancheng.

The logistics support base of the Bureau of Religious Affairs.

Han Jingyang and Liu Jing felt as if they had entered the Grand View Garden; they looked around as they walked, their eyes dazzled and overwhelmed.

The heavily armed soldiers, in particular, made the two of them cast side-glances.

The Bureau of Religious Affairs?

A logistics support base?

Is this the kind of setup the Bureau of Religious Affairs is supposed to have?

Moreover, this location was just… unexpected.

It was prime real estate in the city center, where every inch of land was worth gold, yet this so-called logistics support base occupied an entire building. It was also well-disguised, sporting a sign for the Jinxin Security Company, looking quite legitimate.

This reminded Han Jingyang of S.H.I.E.L.D. from the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

After thinking for a long time, Han Jingyang only had two words to say.

Awesome!

And this was only a provincial-level unit.

How imposing must the higher-level departments be?

At this moment, Zhang Zhiyang trotted up to greet them: "Mr. Han, welcome, welcome. Shall I give you a tour?"

Han Jingyang shook his head: "There's nothing much to see."

"Why? Is this place not spectacular enough?"

"No, it's quite spectacular. A large flat space of over a thousand square meters is something I've only seen once in my life."

"Then why?"

"Because I've seen something more spectacular," Han Jingyang blinked: "Have you ever seen a deity over ten meters tall?"

Zhang Zhiyang was horrified: "A deity?"

Han Jingyang laughed heartily: "Just kidding. Let's go, I'll treat your people."

Liu Jing followed behind Han Jingyang, calmly took out Huang Jianyong's notebook, and handed it to Zhang Zhiyang: "Section Chief Zhang, our boss said that since you are an old friend, the notebook is a gift for you all."

Zhang Zhiyang raised an eyebrow: "Thank you, thank you, thank you so much. Please, this way."

Han Jingyang and Liu Jing followed Zhang Zhiyang to an open area facing south.

Under the scorching sun, a dozen people were busy in the heat, either working out, meditating, practicing boxing, or sleeping, but not a single one dared to leave the range of the sunlight.

Han Jingyang raised an eyebrow.

Is this using sunlight to suppress the yin evil energy in their bodies?

He activated the "Qi Observation" attribute.

A closer look confirmed it.

However, sunlight could only suppress, not dispel it.

Because clusters of yin evil energy were entrenched in everyone's heads, the penetrating power of sunlight could not reach deep within.

Han Jingyang observed for a moment, then turned to ask Zhang Zhiyang: "Are you sure you found professionals?"

Zhang Zhiyang pointed to Old Qin and a Taoist priest over there: "These are all professionals, experts from the Provincial Ethnic and Religious Affairs Commission. Unfortunately, it was useless; they tried to forcibly exorcise the evil and nearly caused casualties."

Han Jingyang nodded at Old Qin and the Taoist priest.

He secretly recorded the distribution of Qi within the bodies of these two people.

Then he set up an altar and performed the ritual.

Secretly, he summoned the Black Hercules from the shikigami token and issued an order.

The Black Hercules walked with long strides to the group of "patients," extended his left hand, and the small black snake in his palm crawled into the head of a female soldier through her nostril. It opened its mouth and sucked fiercely, and the black yin evil energy entrenched in her brain was sucked into the small snake's mouth like noodles.

The female soldier didn't know what was happening, but she shook her head and stood up: "Is that it? I'm fine now?"

At this time, Zhang Zhiyang leaned in close to Han Jingyang and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Han, why didn't you open the Heavenly Eye for us this time? Hehehe, everyone wants to broaden their horizons and learn something."

Han Jingyang chuckled: "Do you think opening the Heavenly Eye is child's play? Not to mention the pros and cons, how do you calculate the cost of opening the Heavenly Eye? Besides, I'm not a monkey performer, why should I broaden your horizons?"

Zhang Zhiyang quickly apologized: "I absolutely didn't mean that. I was just speaking the truth. I've been in the business for so many years, and that was my first time seeing such a magical Heavenly Eye. I'm truly curious, and I mean you no disrespect."

Han Jingyang waved his hand: "That won't work either. I didn't bring that dharma instrument today."

"Then in the future…"

"We'll talk about it if there's a chance."

Han Jingyang's attitude was high-profile. Although he didn't put on a stern face or act overly arrogant, this attitude had already suppressed Zhang Zhiyang.

The momentum was well-laid.

Moreover, he was the one in demand.

A high-profile attitude only had benefits and no downsides for him.

Doing business?

Sure, he'd be there on call.

But anything outside of business? Don't even think about it.

Zhang Zhiyang, however, didn't find it surprising at all. He nodded, watching his subordinates stand up one by one under the sun, his expression gradually relaxing.

Black Hercules took action.

The task was completed easily.

The whole process took less than five minutes.

At this moment, everyone on this floor was stunned, including Old Qin and the Taoist priest.

Many people even crowded around to watch the spectacle.

Zhang Zhiyang waved his hand to drive them away: "Don't you guys have anything better to do? Move aside, move aside. This ignorant look is just embarrassing."

After the crowd dispersed, he said to Han Jingyang: "Mr. Han, come to my office. The dharma instruments are all over there."

"Can I pick whatever I want?"

"No, no, they are designated. Our inventory isn't large, just those few pieces, and we still need to keep a few to invite you later. I'm afraid we'll have many chances to deal with each other in the future."

"Is that so?"

"Yes, as long as Mr. Han is willing to take our jobs, there will be as many as you want. We are so busy every single day."

"Are there that many things happening in Quancheng?"

"Not just Quancheng, the entire Lu Province."

"Did you get a promotion?"

Zhang Zhiyang laughed: "Thanks to you, I'm doing some errands for the Provincial Ethnic and Religious Affairs Commission."

Errands?

The Quancheng Bureau of Religious Affairs was already that awesome.

The Provincial Ethnic and Religious Affairs Commission must be even more awesome. Just looking at this logistics support base, one could tell their strength was extraordinary. Regardless of financial resources or combat power, it was unique. If they were to engage in special operations like infiltration and assassination, the combat power of this unit probably wouldn't lose to those famous special forces.

Looking at it this way, Zhang Zhiyang's promotion was likely not just a simple one-level rise; it was probably a double improvement in rank and actual power, otherwise, Zhang Zhiyang wouldn't be this happy.

However, it was a good thing.

Zhang Zhiyang was an old acquaintance, and dealing with people from the Ethnic and Religious Affairs Commission in the future would be more convenient.

Thinking of this, he cupped his hands: "Congratulations, congratulations."

"You're too kind, please come in." Zhang Zhiyang invited Han Jingyang inside, sat down, and took out a document to hand to Han Jingyang: "Brother, please sign this."

"Signing a contract?"

"Yes, please understand; this is how our unit is."

"I understand, 'traceable management,' right?" Han Jingyang took a look. The document had high-definition color photos of the items, and the header was the Fourth Bureau of the Lu Province Ethnic and Religious Affairs Commission.

The content was very simple.

The wording was also easy to understand; there were no textual traps.

He signed it.

He returned the document to Zhang Zhiyang.

Zhang Zhiyang then took two brocade boxes from the safe, one large and one small, and placed them in front of Han Jingyang: "Mr. Han, please take a look."

Han Jingyang suddenly slapped his forehead: "I fell for your trick. I should have inspected the goods before signing the contract. Can I go back on it now?"

"No," Zhang Zhiyang laughed heartily: "Just kidding. Although we are an official unit, our management model isn't that rigid, and we have a bit of privilege. If Mr. Han wants to change his mind, you can do so at any time. Even if others don't agree, it doesn't matter. I can make the decision to replace them for you. I, Old Zhang, have that authority."