"Haha, Miss Sang laughed, when it comes to gang associations, in the world, who can compare to the Yellow Flower Club? Backed by the largest country, overlooking the Chinese world, and recruiting tens of thousands of talents...... Hahahaha, in the past, the Chinese only knew about the Red Flower Society in the history of the Qing Dynasty, who would have thought that today, there will be another Yellow Flower Society? The fat man fought back against the mulberry fish between talking and laughing, and infinitely elevated the status of the Yellow Flower Society, which is the highest embodiment of "giving back to the other in the way of the other" in the words.

Governments around the world are very afraid of the development and growth of gangs, and if the fat man's remarks are eavesdropped on by the secret services of major countries, the "Yellow Flower Society" will become the target of public criticism, and it is likely to be doomed.

"I'm just a pawn of the Yellow Flower Society, and I can't compare with Your Excellency's killing decisions." Sang Wanyu was also extremely smart, and immediately shrank back in order to protect himself.

The rivers and lakes are also part of human politics.

The rhetoric, debate, and pouring on the rivers and lakes are not much different from the mode of operation of great power politics. In my opinion, the fat man and Sang Wanyu are both smart people, although one side is the master and the other is a prisoner at the moment, but when the two spy on each other, they are all engrossed and refuse to make a mistake.

"Since we are all pawns, who are you listening to today? You can't listen to Mr. Long, can you? Hahahaha......" The fat man laughed on his back.

My eyes were always on the fat man's right ear, and when he laughed, the skin on his face trembled so much that the curl mark behind his right ear became more and more obvious, at least half a centimeter.

"Miss Sang, don't be stubborn, we are now the prisoners of the 'Xinyue Directionless Faction', not a guest, the best thing to do is to watch honestly, observe more, learn more, and think more." When I spoke to Sang Wanyu, I deliberately used a cold and serious tone, and at the same time pretended to unconsciously raise my hand and touch my right ear, and then gently scratched behind my ear with my right thumb.

Sang Wanyu's eyebrows twitched slightly, and his eyes rolled to my right ear.

I smiled slightly, tapped my chin twice, and turned to the fat man.

At this moment, I was standing between the fat man and the mulberry fish, and with the clever turn of the body, I not only covered the fat man's view of the mulberry fish, but also made an angle, so that the mulberry fish could directly see the fat man's right ear. In other words, in this case, as long as Sang Wanyu wants to observe the fat man's reaction, he must first see the roll mark behind the other party's right ear.

"Yes, Mr. Long is right, thank you for your order, and you will definitely follow the teachings in the future." After only two seconds, Sang Wanyu responded willingly.

I breathed a sigh of relief and found that the fat man's flaws should be a major opportunity for me and Sang Wanyu to turn defeat into victory.

"The winner is king, and the loser is the loser. We are prisoners, so we naturally listen to Your Excellency. I whispered in response.

"Since the guest respects the Lord, then the natural Lord does not deceive the guest, and now that the two of them have appreciated the scenery on the mural, then this test should be over." The fat man said with a smile.

He waved his hand, and one of the gunmen strode towards Takagi.

There are at least eight sets of cameras in this hall, and if I make a move with Sang Wanyu, it will definitely provoke a fierce counterattack, and I will not take advantage of it in the slightest. So, I didn't have the idea of doing anything in the hall at all, but I was cautious and forbearant, looking for another opportunity.

"Take off his glasses." The fat man said loudly.

The gunman walked behind Takagi, leaned forward, and pressed his hands to the temples that Takagi was wearing.

The change happened abruptly at this moment, Takagi spun around, and two pieces of software came out of his sleeve, directly piercing the gunman's body, and two bloody sword tips poked out from his back.

Sang Wanyu let out a low cry of "ah", trembling all over, and his eyes showed a look of horror and disgust.

In the parking lot, she was also suddenly attacked in front of the station wagon, and was impaled by a Japanese ninja hiding in the car, exactly like the situation in front of her. It seems that it was Takagi who started at that time.

"Where's my mom? Where is my mom? She's not a psychopath, don't take her, she's a good person...... Don't take her with you......" Takagi raised his sword in both hands and used the seriously wounded gunman as a shield to block the other three gunmen who surrounded him on three sides.

This time, the fat man was self-defeating, and he was just letting Takagi try out his glasses, but he inadvertently triggered the old wound in the other party's heart, causing a sudden change.

"Alright, put down your weapons, put down your weapons, lie on the ground, lay down your weapons and lie on the ground......" The three gunners strode closer, ignoring their wounded companions.

"Mr. Long, you see, my research results are close to success, Dunhuang murals are not simple graphic art, but have a magical power, and need another high-tech means to trigger it. I have always believed that the Mogao Grottoes stand on the ancient Gobi Desert, not for people to worship, but to contain a mysterious meaning, which must be conveyed to future generations...... It is a great enlightenment, and only those who really feel the pulse of the Mogao Grottoes can successfully receive ......" The fat man's face was mixed, his fingers crossed, and the fingertips of his two thumbs rested against his chin, making a gesture of deep thought.

According to the psychological point of view, only the innocent and immaculate girl will adopt this posture when she enters the state of thinking, and this posture has a unique name in Indian yoga, called "virgin ten-fingered jade lock", which is one of the "original mudras of Shiva 36 weeks".

A new thought suddenly occurred to me in my head - "This fat man is a woman, no, a girl!" ”

There is a truth in the Extreme Transfiguration Technique, the greater the change after the transfiguration, the more successful you will be in concealing your original identity. Often, fat people will be disguised as thin, tall people will be disguised as short, men will be disguised as women, and women will be disguised as men, completely changing the original physical characteristics and going in the opposite direction.

In this process, the only thing that can reveal your identity is a flaw in your habits.

I believe that the ten-finger clasping when thinking deeply is the inherent action of the fat man before his disguise, and now it is inadvertently revealed.

"Takagi is very aggressive, and this must be over immediately." I say.

The fat man smiled: "That's easy, it's a gesture." ”

He took a black strip of remote control out of his pocket and flicked it in Takagi's direction. With a click, the lenses of the three-dimensional glasses that Takagi was wearing slowly turned upwards.

Without the lenses, Takagi's eyes were freed to see only the real scene, completely disconnected from the illusion, and the emotional out-of-control was terminated.

There are more than a dozen buttons on the remote control, which should correspond to at least a dozen stereoscopic glasses. Regardless of the subject's emotional reaction, they are ultimately under the control of the fat man.

"Alright, Takagi, it's over." The fat man said loudly.

Takagi stood up blankly, and with a flick of his sword, the wounded gunman fell limply.

"Hmph." I heard a muffled snort in Sangwanyu's nose.

"Miss Sang, the two armies are fighting, each is its own master, forget about the unpleasant things that happened before." I immediately alerted her.

Being in the lair of the "Heartless Moon" can only choose to retreat strategically rather than aggressively counterattack, which will only lead to an escalation of the conflict and will not ensure that we will get out of here alive.

"I understand, I understand." Sang Wanyu nodded slowly, although there was murderous intent in her eyes, her body relaxed, and she did not show the intention of waiting for an opportunity to kill.

"Where's my mom? What did you do to her? Takagi didn't seem to have woken up from his hallucinations.

The fat man frowned: "Okay, let's put down our weapons first." I will report your situation to my superiors and deal with it as appropriate. ”

This is an unexpected situation, and the fat man does not have Takagi's detailed information in his hands, so he naturally cannot cope with this problem.

"You must have sold her to medical school as a specimen, inhuman, inhuman thing......" Takagi howled loudly, shaking his head violently and tossing his stereoscopic glasses aside.

I silently took a step back and blocked the mulberry fish.

Takagi acted recklessly, and he would only die from the gunman's random fire. What Sang Wanyu and I have to do is to retreat as much as possible to avoid accidental injuries from stray bullets.

"You must have misunderstood, the Japanese Constitution will protect the rights and interests of every citizen, and will never maliciously deal with any major life events. Well, put down your arms and it's all over. The fat man exclaimed.

She was losing her patience, holding the remote with both hands and pacing in place with her feet.

"My mom was the best mom in the world, she spun yarn day and night, worked hard for years, and in order to support me, she couldn't straighten my waist. The thread she spun was woven into silk and worn on the rich people, but she herself could not eat enough or be warmly clothed, and she was sick, and she coughed up blood at every turn...... You, you have done poison to such a poor old woman, are you still human? You're still not human? Takagi's eyes wandered, and the words he uttered became inexplicable.

The folk spinning of threads dates back at least 100 years, and when industrial looms appeared in large numbers, spinning wheels, thread hammers, and weavers were all replaced as souvenirs of the old era in museums.

Based on Takagi's age, his mother was at most about 50 years old, and it was impossible for her to be born in the era of hand-spinning and weaving. At the moment, his mind must have produced some kind of great confusion, confusing his childhood with the "Poor Woman's Textile Picture" on the mural, not knowing what is true and what is illusory, and he will become incoherent.

From this point of view, the mural wall imitated by the fat man really has some kind of magic and is worth in-depth study.

"What nonsense? Alright, don't delay, take him! The fat man waved his hands together and ordered loudly.

Takagi's reaction was even more radical, and before the fat man's voice fell, Takagi was already running wildly, like an enraged Australian kangaroo, jumping up and down and rushing towards the fat man.

"Bang, bang, bang", the gunmen fired continuously, and the action of pulling the trigger was almost the same, so each person shot more than four times, and the gunshots at the scene almost coincided.

Takagi fell to the ground, seven or eight more blood holes in his back and limbs, and blood gushed out.

Annoyed, the fat man walked over to Takagi and stomped his foot heavily.

"Takagi is dead, and your hatred is gone." I whispered to Sang Wanyu.

"Yes, it's a pity that I can't slaughter this Japanese dog with my own hands, I'm always unwilling!" Sang Wanyu said through gritted teeth.

I understand her feelings, and if I had been in retreat to Dunhuang, I would have the same thoughts.

"What went wrong? Keep the information, I'm going to double-check—" The fat man shouted high to the right.

I followed his line of sight, and there were four flat air windows open at the top of the hall, each two meters wide and half a meter high, and presumably behind it was the computer monitoring room, where all the mural materials and test results should be there.

In front of everyone's eyes, Takagi was hit by more than a dozen bullets, and even if he didn't breathe on the spot, it was impossible to have the strength to attack. Therefore, everyone at the scene no longer guarded against him, but looked up together with the fat man's shouting.