Battles are full of surprises, and it's not uncommon for even the best plans to fail to keep up with the changes - but I never thought I'd encounter accidents of this kind.

The psionic security guard in front of me, who was fighting against me, should have immediately used his walkie-talkie to report to his friends about the anomaly on his side, so that even if he couldn't catch me, at least his infiltration plan would be ruined.

But he did the opposite: he helped me hide my whereabouts.

Why is this happening? My mind was running at high speed, but because I was so stunned, it didn't work properly, and instead it became a futile idling.

I couldn't help but wonder if the security guard in front of me could be "Hasegawa who has lifted his madness".

Maybe Hasegawa also had the same idea as us, wanting to disguise himself as a security guard at night to infiltrate Beaver Pharmaceutical, conduct a covert investigation, and then I accidentally hit him here - the problem is that this security guard, although he wears a helmet, can't see his face clearly, and his body is about the same as Hasegawa, but his fighting skills are very different from Hasegawa's.

He is more trained than Hasegawa.

I immediately stopped five meters away from him and watched his next move.

After the debriefing, he didn't seem to want to cause me to overreact, and slowly, like an otter in a zoo, put the walkie-talkie back in his left breast pocket.

Then he straightened up and looked at me quietly, not in the slightest anger at me breaking an arm, but with some trepidation. After a few seconds, a voice came out to me, "You...... Are you a Faceling? ”

Although he was asking a question, his attitude seemed extremely convincing.

In this beaver city, I am the only person who can directly attack psionic beings by jumping over psionic armor with my bare hands.

"I am." I replied, "Who are you?" Are you really a security guard here? ”

As I spoke, I glanced at the other security guard who had fallen next to me, "He's also a psyker?" ”

"Yes, he too." He seemed to smile shyly, which made me a little hard to comment.

In the past, because I always had the natural advantage of assassinating psykers, there were many psykers who I had knocked down like ordinary people, but from beginning to end, it was really rare to see a psyker who was knocked down by me like this without even realizing that the other party was a psyker.

"As for me." The security guard pointed to himself again, "Actually, it's not the security guard here. ”

"I can see it." I say.

He reached into his pocket, pulled out a piece of paper, and threw it at me like a magician throwing a card. As I reached out to catch it, his next sentence followed, "I'm a police officer." ”

I took a cursory glance at the document in the moonlight, and it was indeed a police certificate.

But now that forgery techniques have become more sophisticated, non-professionals like me can't tell if it's real or fake, so I threw it back and asked, "Why are the police pretending to be beaver security guards?" And why hide what I infiltrated? ”

After he raised his hand to catch the document, he answered my second question first, and there was a faint excitement in his tone, "Actually, actually, I am your supporter." ”

"Supporters?"

It's a bit odd to say, but it didn't particularly surprise me.

*

It has to start with why I was the enemy of the psionic criminals in Beaver City.

At that time, I spent a lot of time and energy exploring ways to become psionics, and one of the seemingly feasible entrances was that in a short period of time after the death of other psionics, through ritual means, the blood rich in spirituality was extracted from the corpses whose vitality had not yet disappeared, and then this blood was used as the main material, combined with other auxiliary materials, to refine the "Blood Heart Eye Potion".

This is something that I have found with great difficulty in the pile of old papers, which can temporarily boost the inspiration of the user, and is effective even for ordinary people.

For psykers, even if they are not mediums, inspiration is crucial. If you are not inspired, you will not be able to feel your own psionic energy, and you will not be able to use it.

If the average person wants to become a psychic, the most important first step is to feel their own psychic energy.

My plan was simple, no matter what, I had to start by being able to feel my psionic energy—psionic energy was the "energy of the soul", and even a soul from another universe like me was supposed to have psionic energy. It's just that because of the difference in the way the soul is formed, my inspiration is extremely dull, and I can't even do the step of self-induction.

And if I can take this step from "zero to one" with the help of the power of the Blood Heart Eye Potion, then I will be able to manage to directly become a psionic in a short period of time while the effect of the medicine is still working, and then go back and forcibly fix the inspiration for temporary ascension.

Although I don't have the skills to refine this potion myself, I was able to find a trusted psionic apothecary to help me refine it.

The question is where to kill so many psykers.

I have no intention of killing the psychics who live a serious life, so I have to go after the psionics in the Black Zone whose hands are covered in blood.

After doing this secretly, my reputation in the Black Zone of Beaver City also spread.

They first called me "The Monster Mask", then "Black Sheep", then "Beaver Shadow", and eventually "Faceling" after I retired from being seriously injured.

And my gossip about the "motive for committing the crime" is also different from my real motive - they began to believe that I was a man who had experienced a tragic past because of the criminal activities in Beaver City, and as for what this "tragic past" meant, who knows? Maybe someone important was shot by a passing criminal, or something else. In short, they believed that since I was always staring at psionic criminal killing, there must be some kind of powerful hatred behind it.

Then, they continued their serious "reasoning", insisting that I, supported by grief and anger, had inflicted a long hellish training on myself, to the point that I had become a monster that even psionics could defeat with their bare hands. In the end, they said in a tone like "insiders" that he had returned to the city, to bring fear to those who had brought fear to him to the future.

There are even a few psychopathic criminals who have come out and claim that they shot the Faceling's parents - there is no shortage of such mentally problematic criminals in Beaver City.

These rumors that portrayed me as an "Avenger returning from Hell" made me quite ashamed to hear it, and some even wanted to kill all the rumor-mongers.

What's even more outrageous is that later, even the local police listened to these rumors - maybe they didn't listen to them at first, but after analyzing them, they really couldn't think of a more probable theory. So he took the initiative to send someone to contact me and try to bring me into the system. Although it didn't work out, I also worked with me to eliminate local criminals who were like cockroaches.

Beaver City's high crime rate also showed a downward trend during that time, so much so that some people in the Public Security Bureau really regarded me as a "vigilante" who often appeared in movies, a dark hero who fought against criminal organizations outside the sun, and a private law sanctioner who lost trust in the government.

So, naturally, there were people who supported me and those who opposed me.

But I didn't mean that at all.

Whether it's the former or the latter, the image of me in their minds makes me feel more like a "person who doesn't grow up" and still wants to play the role of a dark hero when he grows up. Maybe it's because they all take this image seriously, so they don't look at it as a joke, and I can't report it with the same mentality - it's a misunderstanding at all.

It's just that, compared to the truth, this misunderstanding did work in my favor on some occasions (such as now), so I let it continue.

As for the Bloody Heart Eye Potion...... Unfortunately, while the drug worked, my inspiration was so slow that even I couldn't measure it, and even if I did, it didn't raise me to even the same level as the average person.

So the plan also failed.

*

"You've been gone for a year! Everyone thinks you're dead, but I'm sure you'll be back somewhere to recuperate. "The policeman's gaze was inexplicably hot, and I almost couldn't help but take a step back.

Although I do have some supporters in the Public Security Bureau, this person seems to be a little overzealous.

He enthusiastically asked, "Are you trying to infiltrate this company?" What's wrong with this company? ”

"Maybe there's a problem." I kept my words as conservative as possible and asked, "Also, I had a question that you didn't answer." ”

"Oh, yes...... It's the reason why our police are pretending to be security guards. In fact, it's not complicated, didn't a crazy psyker appear during the day, attacking the technical advisor of Beaver Pharmaceutical in full view? He asked inquiringly, and after I nodded, he continued, "Our captain suspected that the crazy psyker might be bad for the Beaver Pharmaceutical, so he consulted with the top management of the Beaver Pharmaceutical, and then brought a few elites over, blended into the security team, and if that person appeared around the company, he would be arrested immediately." ”

"That's it?" I asked, "How many people did your captain bring here?" ”

"Including himself, there are nine of them." He told me this information without thinking, and it was so refreshing that I couldn't help but wonder if he was lying to me.

"All psionics?" I asked.

"Both." He said frankly.

"So much precious combat power, just use it in this kind of place?"

"This ...... We also don't understand. He was also puzzled and touched his chin with his hand, "but the captain insisted on doing it." ”

Hearing this, I couldn't help but wonder if the captain was from Beaver Pharmaceutical, so he was so concerned about the safety of Beaver Pharmaceutical.

But even so, this is too aggressive, the other party is just a mindless psychic person, if you want to arrest it, a well-armed ordinary police force is enough to do it.

Suddenly, I realized that the arm of the policeman who had been broken by me just now had healed, and it was this hand that he used to touch his chin. He noticed my gaze, smiled and raised his hand, saying, "My specialty is over-speed regeneration." ”

It's enviable.

"What's your name?" When I asked, he immediately gave his full name. I'll try to keep it in my head first, maybe I'll have a chance to meet him in the future.

Then he asked, "So, what's the name of your captain?" ”

"It's Captain Xu." After speaking, he added, "Captain Xu Shengxing." ”

*

After taking out the information that the time of the regular report was "thirty minutes" from his mouth, I took it to heart, and then knocked him unconscious while he was unprepared.

Then he changed into the uniform and night vision helmet of the "security guard" who was stunned just now, and went directly to the main entrance of the company.

The security guard guarding the main gate looked at me, and according to what the police just said, this security guard was also disguised by the police, and he asked, "You should be in charge of patrolling, what are you doing here?" It's not time for a shift change yet, is it? ”

"Go to the toilet." I replied angrily, saying that camouflage was not my forte, but speaking with a helmet on my head was easy to distort my voice.

"Won't it be solved directly on the grass?" He asked.

"Wouldn't it have a bad impact when people in the company saw it?" I asked rhetorically.

He pondered for a moment, then nodded in agreement, turned around and motioned for me to go in, and instructed: "Hurry up, don't let Lao Xu see you leave your post, otherwise you will have to be cooked." ”

"Don't worry." After I finished speaking, I walked straight in.

I was still thinking about Xu Shengxing in my head.

Unlike the police officer just now, Xu Shengxing is an opponent of the Facelings.

While he also believes that it is reasonable to cooperate with Facelings in times of emergency, under normal circumstances, he will still see Facelings as a disruptor of order and try to apprehend them.

At the same time, he is also a powerful super-grade psionic, and he is my father in this life.

I don't know why he led the team here at Beaver Pharmaceutical, but from both a combat perspective and an emotional point of view, this matter felt quite tricky to me.

Just as I was on the third floor, my work phone vibrated very invisibly. I took it out and looked at it, it was a text message from Adam asking if I was having a problem. According to the pre-agreed rules, if I don't respond to this text message within thirty seconds, Adam will immediately retreat.

But I didn't have to answer, because I had already seen Adam standing in the middle of the hallway on the third floor.

I took off my night vision helmet and gently tapped the wall.

She reflexively looked back, and with the help of the moonlight, she could see my face clearly, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

"I thought something had happened to you." She said.

"Something happened." I walked over and told her what had just happened.

After she heard this, she looked at me with a strange look, "The police helped you hide your whereabouts...... You knocked him unconscious while he was unprepared......" she said, seemingly speechless.

I digressed the topic, "Since that Xu Shengxing is also there, then we have to be careful next, otherwise if we are not careful, we will fall into a desperate situation of fighting nine psionics at the same time, and even one of them is a super-grade psionic." ”

She took out a revolver and said to me, "If it really becomes like that, then I will have to fight to the death." ”

"You're going to fight the psykers with a pistol?" I asked rhetorically.

"Of course, not only that, but I also spent most of my savings and bought some magic bullets through secret channels." She took out a few more silver bullets from her pocket, the surface of the bullet has a strange and complex fluorescent blue pattern, faintly shining in the dark, giving people the impression of being highly poisonous, this is a special bullet that even the armor of a psyker is enough to penetrate, "When I was being hunted down, I didn't just think about escaping, I was also preparing to fight back." Although the Spiritual Bullet is not effective against super-level psionics, if it is used against first-level psionics, it can still be effective, and it is not at all a problem against second- and third-level psionics. ”

"If you can hit it." I added.

"When you have to fight, if you can't fight, you have to fight to the death." She said, "I'm not the kind of woman who is chased and killed, but only knows how to run around with her head." Whoever dares to kill me, I will kill back. ”

"I see." I thought to myself: as a woman who has only been in the black zone for a year, this is also an admirable ideological awareness.

She smiled and asked, "At this time, shouldn't you show admiration?" ”

"But isn't what you just said a matter of course?" I said it on purpose.

"I wanted the Facelings to compliment themselves, but I still didn't get what I wanted." She sighed in disappointment, but because it was too explicit, it seemed to be pretending.

I turned around and said, "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and open the door, we don't have that much on time." ”

After a few moments, we reached the hallway on the fourth floor and came to a rather ordinary iron door.

Adam took out his skin-colored gum glove and placed it on his right hand, and immediately pressed against the wall next to him. The wall didn't seem to react, but a second later, the door suddenly opened inward on its own. The fingerprint unlock was successful.

She took out her flashlight and shone it around. There are some iron shelves like bookshelves in the room, and there are a lot of paper materials on them. I also tried to look inside with a night vision helmet, but sadly, this helmet was taken off the head of the "security guard" who I had knocked unconscious earlier. At the same time that I stunned him, the helmet's night vision function was also broken.

I simply took off my helmet so as not to obstruct my vision.

Adam nodded to me and went in first.

I followed suit.

However, the next second we all entered this room, the iron door behind us suddenly slammed shut, and all the lights in the room were turned on, and the room that was still dark just now suddenly became as bright as day.

The scene in the room was also very different, where there were any iron shelves in front of us, where there were still paper materials, just an empty large room, and a man and a woman stood on the opposite side, standing in it like rabbits, looking at us.

Before we could say anything, they looked at it in surprise, and one of the women said, "It's not Naoto Inoue...... and she looked at me first, then at Adam, "it's not the reporter......

Then, the man next to him also spoke, he looked at us and asked, "Who are you two?" ”