Chu Yuesheng wanted to pull the old detective to block the gun, and the old detective happened to be interested in the topic of bionic robots, so although the two people's ideas did not meet at all, they talked to each other because of their different thoughts, which has to be said to be a very fateful thing.

All in all, Chu Yuesheng told the old detective all about the robots he found in the ghost snake. Including but not limited to the appearance and characteristics of the bionic robot, the appearance of the production line, as well as the modular assembly ability of the two silver robots, the ability to fire electromagnetic cannons and detonate modules, and of course, the most important thing he did not forget to say, that is the invisible energy delivery channel.

The old agent was directly stunned by this excessive amount of information, he actually just wanted a little bit of information, and found out the truth of the incident from the clues, which is his daily work state. As a result, Chu Yuesheng didn't talk nonsense with him at all, and directly threw so much useful information in his face like a pot, which was too smooth and made the old detective who always had to do a lot of work to gain even a little bit of useful information quite uncomfortable.

His head has become accustomed to digging through the horns of the bull and searching, and now he is suddenly flooded, and his brain can't process so much information, so he can only write them down one by one, and then slowly sort them out when he goes back.

If the interrogation of the prisoners could have one-tenth of the cooperation of Chu Yuesheng's side, probably the work of the detectives would be much lighter, right? Biting the barrel of his pen, the old detective frowned and looked at the information he had written in a book.

Older detectives who are older and more in love with retro things prefer this combination of pen and paper than those electronic things. There is always a feeling that things on the memory are not very reliable, and it is more reassuring to write them by hand.

What's more, don't you have assistants? The handwritten manuscript only records some key information, and the detailed information still depends on the text input of the assistant. The old detective looked at the apprentice he was immersed in, and smiled reassuringly. This stupid apprentice, although he is rigid, at least his hands and feet are quite diligent.

After telling this agent everything he knew, Chu Yuesheng asked, "That's all I know. Well, now we can go, right?"

"It's okay, it's okay. Because Chu Yuesheng was about the same young as his own apprentice, and the previous conversation attitude was very kind, the old detective seemed to have mistaken Chu Yuesheng for his apprentice, and subconsciously raised his hand towards Chu Yuesheng's shoulder. Fortunately, he realized his mistake in time, retracted his hand halfway, and touched his neck.

From beginning to end, he had that big business smile on his face.

Chu Yuesheng turned his head again and glanced at the young agent who was still operating his personal terminal, and knew that this was just a clerk, a tool man who didn't need to care about opinions. So he found Gong Zimeng's gaze and gestured to her.

Gong Zimeng actually felt that Chu Yuesheng's behavior was a waste of time now, but her personality made her accustomed to waiting, and she was not in a hurry to do anything, so she would stand quietly aside and be her peerless beautiful girl when Chu Yuesheng and the old detective were muttering. Now that Chu Yuesheng's side has finally finished it, she also started her hovercar and sat in the driver's seat.

The two detectives, one old and one young, looked at the silver hovercar that suddenly appeared in their field of vision, thanks to the muscles on both sides of their mouths, otherwise it was estimated that their jaws would have smashed directly on the instep of their feet.

It turned out that there was a car parked next to them all the time, but they didn't even notice.

No, it's not a matter of paying attention at all, is it? It's invisible, it's a perfect invisible camouflage that can't be seen with the naked eye, this kind of thing, this kind of thing...... Has someone figured it out now?

Ignoring the mood of the two agents at this time, Gong Zimeng pulled Chu Yuesheng and directly started the hovercar. Silver is a color that reflects light easily, but in a night sky where there is no light (Mars has no moons, there are three super-large man-made space stations floating in the sky, which are responsible for the transmission of signals around the world. But obviously, compared to the moon, the size of the artificial space station is still not qualified, and in order to achieve the purpose of sustainable operation, the space station's use of sunlight has almost reached the extreme, and it is impossible to diffuse the sunlight to the planet below. Silver is also the most protective color that blends into the environment. That is, in two or three seconds, Chu Yuesheng and their hovercar completely disappeared from the vision of the two agents.

As for whether it was too far away or invisible, it was not for them to know.

Just as they were about to retract their gaze, a slightly piercing pop sounded from the sky. Hearing this voice, both agents were a little puzzled. How does this sound like something has exploded in the sky?

Because of the dark sky, they didn't see the annular white mist cloud produced by the hovercar in the sky when it broke the sound barrier. Coupled with the constraints of some common sense and inherent concepts, the old and young detectives didn't think about Chu Yuesheng's hovercar at all to that extent, but thought that it was something else. As for what exactly...... Sa, who cares, it's none of their business with those who move on the ground anyway, is it?

Retracting his gaze, the old detective took out a crumpled cigarette carton from his pocket, and looked at several cigarettes that had been bent in it with some regret, which Chu Yuesheng inadvertently pressed when he moved him out of the factory where the ghost hit the wall. Fortunately, there were survivors in the cigarette case, and he took out a cigarette from it, which was at least straight, put it in his mouth, lit it with a lighter, and sucked it beautifully.

There's nothing more relaxing than smoking a cigarette after a mission is done.

However, just as he was enjoying a cigarette afterwards, his apprentice shouted in a panicked tone.

"Master, you ...... Come on!"

"Hey, what's the matter, what's the fuss. "Towards his apprentice, his attitude is far worse than Chu Yuesheng's.

The young detective didn't care about his master's tone to him now, he directly projected the display screen of his personal terminal into the deep night sky, and then pointed to the text that was disappearing in large sections and said, "Master, look, our records, it's deleting itself!!"

“...... I'm the next Olympics?"