Enforcer's Handbook

This was not the date that Yacon imagined.

According to his thoughts on the way, they should open a bottle of wine now, maybe sit in the open air on the rooftop, and discuss how to eliminate those overgrown plants under the moonlight, instead of facing a time bomb here.

He is not good at these precision operations, let alone decryption. Even if the other party puts the instructions on how to dismantle the bomb in front of him, he may not be able to understand it.

But the other party revealed a piece of information from a few words.

Although he is not here, he can monitor every move in the room.

Yakong did not act. He looked at the former agent and confirmed through his eyes that the person who sent him the text message was the person on the other end of the phone. As for how she, as an agent, was tied to a bomb, it was not possible. Confirmed by eyes.

The former agent didn't seem to want to look at him for a long time. Her eyes were wandering, shifting back and forth in the room. As time passed, she became more and more irritable.

Is this... a hint?

Yakong tried to follow her gaze. This was the only way he could get hints at the moment. The other party monitored everything in this room in real time. Any slightest movement might arouse suspicion and detonate the bomb on her body.

At first, he thought that the former agent was hinting at the location of the surveillance probes and monitors, but as her eyes shifted, she seemed to always deliberately stay where there was nothing.

The empty corner, the ceiling above where nothing can be hidden.

Time passed like this minute by minute. In order not to make the bomb demon suspicious, Yakong could only fiddle with the time bomb symbolically. He got closer to the former agent, trying to get more hints, but gradually, The impatience in the other person's eyes disappeared, replaced by disappointment.

There were still 15:31 seconds before the bomb exploded, and the look in her eyes was like a death sentence announced in advance.

what is this?

What exactly is she trying to express through her eyes?

First of all, the surveillance probes and monitors can be eliminated. She must also know that even if she finds the means used by the other party to monitor this room, it will not help. Once the monitoring of the room is interrupted, the bomb demon will definitely detonate the bomb as soon as possible.

Yakon's breathing became more and more rapid.

He gradually realized that this was not caused by emotional changes, but by physiological reactions.

Breathing became increasingly difficult, with a burning sensation in my lungs with every breath of air I took in.

There were 13:30 left before the bomb exploded.

The man wearing a cloak and covering his face finally entered the room.

Information says that he is an impulsive person who doesn't like to use his brain. It seems that this is indeed the case.

He glanced at the unconscious Akon lying at the feet of the former agent and said calmly.

For a psychic, this is tantamount to a fatal injury.

They are so deadly that even ordinary people can deal with them as long as they make enough preparations. This is their original intention of writing How to Kill a Psychic Person - once the mysterious coat of a psionic person is peeled off, they He will turn back into a weak ordinary person.

For ordinary people, he persisted for a long time.

Without an antidote, he was in a room filled with nerve-paralyzing gas.

Losing consciousness became a rather slow process, but by the time he finally realized it it was too late.

The masked man walked up to Akon and kicked his thigh.

What appeared in front of him was a corpse that was unable to respond.

Logically speaking, he should kill Akon immediately, but according to their agreement with Jock, he needs to send Akon alive.

As for you.

He pulled the rag from the former agent's mouth, and her disappointment was genuine, I didn't expect you to come to my door.

The masked man felt this.

The reason why the whole thing went so smoothly was due to the arrangement of fate. Originally, trying to find a former MI7 agent with strong anti-reconnaissance capabilities in the huge first area was like finding a needle in a haystack. However, the hiding place chosen by the other party was... It just so happened to be right above them.

Abandoned apartment building, a perfect hiding place.

Obviously, the congressmen headed by Jock thought so too, and allowed him to hide here, right under the noses of the rescuers.

Those six-star rescuers never dreamed that the ghost watcher they were chasing had actually been right under their noses all along.

Apart from the gift of fate, he really couldn't think of anything else to describe the coincidence in front of him.

His ability is called 'sub-space barrier'. For him, the most dangerous thing in this room is not the bomb. Even if you detonate the bomb now, he will definitely survive.

When they first received the information and formulated the plan, they all gave up all physical means.

The inability to accurately know the upper limit of barrier defense means that there are variables, and they will never leave the success or failure of the operation to illusory luck.

The bomb is just a means to hold him down. The real danger to him is the gas that has a nerve-paralyzing effect. It's a pity. If it weren't for the agreement, I could have replaced it with poison gas... These are what I'm giving to you. Farewell gift.

The masked man spoke, Unfortunately, you are not on our list.

As he spoke, he took out a silenced pistol from his pocket.

Intelligence showed that the former agent had undergone extensive prosthetic transformations, so to confirm her death, a few more bullets would be needed.

Farewell, beautiful lady.

He pressed the trigger without any hesitation.

There was no tongue of fire spitting out from the muzzle, and immediately after, the prosthetic body in his right hand lost consciousness.

The masked man looked at his right hand in confusion. The severed part slowly fell to the ground. The blood slowly spread on the ground. However, blood did not spurt out from the severed limb. It seemed that there was an invisible wall blocking it. He touched his severed limb to prevent blood from spraying all over the former agent's body.

you……

You're right, the most dangerous thing to me is the air.

Yacon coughed violently several times. His physical condition seemed to be in extremely bad condition, but he still supported his body with his numb arms and stood up from the ground with difficulty. I don't know who said that the spirit Ability is a projection of the subconscious mind, and my ability cannot block out the things that make me survive, but thanks to the former agent, I understand this.

He finally understood the former agent's wandering eyes.

In those corners where nothing exists there is something that is automatically ignored.

And when he recalled the rules of the game explained by the masked man, he suddenly understood everything.

All the rules confined him to this room, trying to get him to focus on the time bomb that was about to explode.

It's a pity that when he realized this, he had already inhaled too much nerve-paralyzing gas, which was not enough for him to find the hiding place of the masked man. But as you said, if your purpose is to kill me, They would have used poison gas instead of putting me into a coma.

Therefore, he can only bet that the other party will show up before the time bomb explodes.

Why...why can you still use your abilities?

The masked man asked Archon in confusion. According to their theory, even if psychics do not fall into coma, the nerve-paralyzing gas is enough to prevent them from using their abilities. This is similar to the anti-psionic weapons produced by the Psychic Research Institute.

Because I have been practicing secretly recently.

Akon composed himself.

He could not completely cut off the air around him, and his consciousness was on the verge of disappearing. Perhaps he should have fallen into a coma long ago, but his willpower supported him to open his eyes and stand up.

10 seconds.

Or less time.

Now, I only need one second to finish you off completely.

As if realizing that the situation was not good, the masked man turned around and tried to escape from the room. The moment he took a step forward, a huge force hit him on the back, knocking him away. A gap was cut out of the protective wall at some point. He wanted to grab the wall with his hands, but found that the prosthesis on his right hand was still in the room.

In the blink of an eye, his feet had left the ground and appeared more than ten stories high in the sky.

His body fell rapidly, and his roar quickly dissipated into the night.

Yakon stopped on the spot and used his ability to cut open the electronic harness that restrained the former agent. The moment the time bomb tied to his body fell, the gathered barrier compressed it to a point.

There's only one reason for your failure, and that's because you ruined my date.

He looked at the direction in which the masked man disappeared, maintaining the rather strange posture of the former agent, and said, His accomplices may be nearby. The rest is up to you, Miss Former Agent.

Angel.

The former agent took advantage of the situation to support Ya Kong's shaky body, This is my real name.

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At the same time, a certain office in District 1.

In the middle of the night, Li Youqian welcomed a special guest. He thought he could take advantage of the turmoil in the first district to rest for a few days, but he didn't expect that another uninvited guest would come to his door.

Let him in.

He let out a long sigh, and the panicked assistant at the door obediently moved out of the way, allowing the suspicious visitor, who was covered in a cloak and masked, to enter his office.

I heard you can predict the direction of fortune.

An erratic voice came from under the mask, Then let's make a fortune for us. Is our future going to be good or bad?

You need to make an appointment to predict your fortune with me. This guest, have you made an appointment before?

No.

The masked man replied, But you will need it soon, because the information states that among all the candidates, you are the weakest. You only reached your position today by relying on your special abilities.

Then we'll see.

Small theater its one hundred and forty-five:

A certain day of a certain year, a certain day, a Saturday, in the morning.

In just one trip, Song Lan discovered many problems with Lu Xiang.

For example, they have little strength, poor stamina, unsteady standing, and are prone to falling when they get excited.

These problems all appeared after they joined the tour group, which caught him off guard.

But what's even more frightening is that Lu Xiang didn't know when he learned the ability to act coquettishly. Can you imagine that the female boss who usually has a cool temperament at work suddenly holds your arm and acts cute?

Song Lan couldn't either, so he took it as a matter of course.

As her personality changed, Lu Xiang quickly became familiar with the people in the tour group. Her pretty and well-behaved appearance seemed to be very popular among the elders.

He suggested that every employee in the counterintelligence department take a look and see what your minister is like in private.

Old Lu, who did you learn these magical powers from?

Back on the bus, Song Lan couldn't help but ask.

I told you not to call me Lao Lu. You can choose between 'wife' and 'baby'.

Lu Xiang frowned cutely, as if he wanted to use cute tactics to break Song Lan's psychological defense.

You answer me and I'll scream.

Because I thought of the interpretation method of MI7, which is actually no different from disguise.

Then who are you pretending to be?

A character from my own imagination.

ah?

Little Lu Xiang is in love...Okay, I've finished answering the questions, please scream.