"Four cars? Can you put four cars here? ”

The senses, which had been dull a moment before, became clearer at this time.

"You can do anything you want."

But the comprehension part is a little slower to recover than the receiving part. So even though I could hear the sound, even though the blurred vision in front of me became clear, I didn't grasp what it meant in the first place.

"Hey, hey, a small garage with one car can fit two cars side by side, it all depends on the technology."

An ordinary young man in ordinary sportswear touched the dusty sports car beside him very preciously.

"Don't worry, Butterfly Shadow. He can only be trusted when it comes to cars. ”

The middle-aged man who was not good-looking persuaded.

"But we only had two drivers. And counting the informant, I am concerned about the total number of people involved in the operation. ”

Speak up yourself. No, it's not 'self', it's Butterfly Shadow.

"Don't worry about this, the drivers can also participate in the arrest."

"Arrest? Say it like a police officer. ”

"Our routine is different from theirs."

It's been more than half a year.,About the past dream.。

It's also a strange feeling to be aware that you're in a dream.

It's still the first perspective before, but the difference is that this time I'm just a bystander, and all I can do is observe my surroundings.

"Ready to go, guys. Eliminate this scourge. ”

The man in the simple white mask raised his hand and took the lead in the car.

The gaze flickered again, and it seemed that everyone was starting to enter the vehicle.

Taking advantage of the gap between entering the car and starting the car, Ye Luo had some difficulty using his constantly shaking vision to observe the surrounding environment. It's an old-fashioned courtyard with two leafy trees, a well that I don't know if it's useless, and several bungalows of various sizes, including the main hall, the side house, the warehouse, and so on.

The car on the 'own' was an ordinary-looking black car, and the ordinary young man, the middle-aged man, and the man in the white mask who got into the car together were still a little impressed, mainly because of the gauntlet in his hand and the vicious fight mixed with explosions.

"This guy is not very dangerous, but you still have to pay attention to safety." Sitting side by side, Peter Pan handed over more than a dozen photos and paper materials to 'himself'.

'Myself' casually flipped through the photos, and the photos showed a young man carrying something to the bungalow or moving nearby, and two close-ups of the young man's face, except for his gloomy eyes, he didn't have much impressive appearance. The materials were reports of investigations into him, registered as 'Bloody Freaks', who often placed animal limbs and other items in public places to cause panic, and also disseminated videos of torture and autopsy on the Internet.

"So it's necessary to bring a stun gun? This guy's combat power shouldn't be very high. ”

'Himself' pointed to the thin figure of the young man in the photo.

"Caution is paramount. It's better not to get anyone hurt. ”

"Hmm."

After a brief Q&A, the two of them, who had not spoken much, returned to silence. The masked man turned his attention to the street scene flashing by outside the window, as if trying to remember this ordinary everything. And 'himself' pulled out a floor plan from the dozen or so photographs that looked like a certain neighborhood, only one house was specially marked, which was the temporary residence of the strange man, and the rest was carefully marked with the road and the lines leading out of the road—that was the strange man's possible escape route.

Don't ask Ye Luo why he knows, he just knows. This is what 'self' Butterfly Shadow is thinking about, and he knows what 'he' is thinking at the moment. Although the identity is still a spectator.

He knew that Butterfly had memorized the floor plan, just as he knew that Butterfly was currently dressed as an athletic girl in a camisole and jeans, with a short-barreled stun gun under the jacket wrapped around her left hand and a folded sling stick attached to her belt. It's not much of a commendable piece of equipment, but it's more than enough to subdue a street art lover caught off guard.

After all, Butterfly Shadow's skills are not half a star higher than Ye Luo's body.

"We're here."

The ordinary young man casually parked his car on the side of the road—in most underdeveloped neighborhoods, as long as it didn't get in the way of local residents, no one cared for it—motioning for Dieying and the middle-aged man to get out of the car, while he himself stayed in the car with Peter Pan who didn't take off his mask.

The middle-aged man's aura is as ordinary as his person, and he easily blends into the uncles and aunts chatting on the street. Butterfly Shadow can't hide in the same way because of his age and appearance, but as long as he stands at the corner of the street and takes out his flip phone, he looks like he loves to answer and wait, which is enough to blend into the street scenery, which can also be said to add a beautiful scenery to the street.

Most of the time, the heroes in reality don't go head-on and fight the evil side like in the movies. It's not that they don't have the strength to fight a vicious battle, it's that the evil side is generally not as 'evil' on the outside.

Just like today's target, the bloody weirdo, the distributor of bloody video pictures and the lover of horror street art, the image of an ordinary boy with a somewhat gloomy gaze on weekdays is just that. These by-standers don't care what he actually does, as long as they feel that the actions of heroes or the police, or anyone else's good, may endanger them, then even the state apparatus cannot stop them from making nonsense on the Internet, no, it is 'exercising freedom of speech'.

That's why three truckloads of people were used to deal with this guy today. Not because this guy is so strong that he needs to be contained, but because he has to be subdued in his makeshift accommodation.

We're in place. ’

'The back of the house is already under surveillance. ’

'Ready to go, everyone. ’

'Myself' will look at the phone here, in addition to the consideration of camouflage, there is also the purpose of receiving information.

'Other' casually put away his mobile phone, stealthily glanced at the middle-aged man who came out of the uncle's aunt, and then prepared to move closer to the ordinary courtyard. If everything goes according to plan, the noise will not be transmitted outside the hospital.

But a plan is a plan because there are always surprises.

"My bag ——!"

An intellectually dressed urban woman has fallen to the ground and lost her image, and the thug who easily snatched her handbag has jumped onto the prepared locomotive, putting on her helmet and driving away.