Prostrate on the vent, Phothesiwen took off one of the buttons on his sleeve vigorously, and this mirrored button was not of low grade, not all of which had to be polished to the point of being like a mirror.

He observed Maggs resting in the room through the image reflected by the button, there were at least four agents guarding the door, he didn't have any thermal weapons on him, and once he fell into a small area, he would probably stay here forever.

Many people say that he is like a ghost, with superb hand-reaching and killing skills, but many people don't know that what he really is powerful is the hairless head and special talents.

He's smart, he knows how to get the most out of the least effort, so he needs to wait for an opportunity.

Putting away the buttons, he crawled in the pipe like a worm that had been dead for a long time and only had its shell left in the ventilation pipe, but no one knew he was here, he didn't move, and even his breathing slowed down a little.

Listening to the subtle words of the agents outside the door, his mind drifted back to the mission call, some absurd, some incomprehensible things, and it was ridiculous.

Commander: "Do you know enough about human organs?"

Phantesian: "Yes ......"

Commandant: "So you have a way to make a person become a little stupid, like incapacitated, without risking their lives, do you know what I mean?"

Phothesian: "...... It's a bit of a hassle, but it's not a big problem, and I'll try to be careful. ”

Commandant: "There is something special about this mission, you don't need to assassinate the target, you only need to make the other person incapacitate part of his behavior, so that he becomes like those old people who were tempted and degraded by the devil when they were young." ”

For some time now, religious law has made it clear that drinking alcohol is a way to get close to the devil, and the devil will make people unresponsive, stiff, and intellectually low through alcohol.

They often refer people with Alzheimer's disease and some neurosis to others as alcoholics, as a warning not to drink, let alone drink too much.

The commander's words still seemed to be in his ears, and if it wasn't for the last time he realized that it wasn't a good idea to go it alone, he wouldn't have taken on this task.

He was already aware of it, so he took on this somewhat tricky task without much thought, but fortunately it was not beyond his ability.

The person who posted the quest hoped that Magus would not die, but would become somewhat ...... It looked like something was wrong, but it was a special commission, and he already had enough ways to solve it.

Phantesian was a very special person who raised him as a person of "talent" in the eyes of his organization. He is able to perceive the path of movement of others through a force that is still unexplained, and even know the other person's next move in advance.

In addition, he was able to concentrate on a certain point in a very chaotic situation, such as hearing a whispered word from a person dozens of meters away in a noisy market.

Whenever he lowered his head, everyone would ignore his presence, of course, there was a premise for this, that is, there must be more people around him who would not arouse the target's vigilance, and he could skillfully stand with these people who were like a background board, as long as they stood together, even if the target and his face were close to his face, they would not be able to detect him and his anomaly.

Buddha Xiwen, who has many innate extraordinary abilities, will inevitably become a legend, and there can only be such a legend as him, so there is no target in this world that he can't kill, only a divine envoy who can't be found!

"The vehicles are ready, the navy is docked, we have ten minutes left, sir!"

The sound coming from the room below brought Phothesien back to his senses, and he listened carefully to the movement below, and through his special abilities, he vaguely knew something and retreated into the pipe.

Maggs sat on the hospital bed, he looked at the clock hanging on the wall, then slowly turned around and sat up, put on his shoes, and slowly walked towards the door with the help of his wife, "I need to make it easier before leaving, you can help me prepare my clothes." ”

The old woman smiled reluctantly, and she quipped, "You're still so shy, I can help you ......"

Maggs laughed out loud, laughing as he broke free from his wife's support and opened the bathroom door alone, and before turning around to close the door, he smiled and said, "It's not shyness, it's my respect for each other, beautiful lady!"

He gently closed the door, and then sat down on the toilet, the gunshot wound on his waist and abdomen was pressed by the gauze, and there was a hint of red in the middle of the gauze, which looked much better.

Sighing again, when a person is older, a lot of things will follow, in the past it was normal for him not to go to the toilet for a day, but now as long as he has this kind of thought, if it is not solved as soon as possible, it will cause big trouble.

After all, time is not forgiving, this is old.

About two minutes later, just as he turned to look at the water switch, he was shocked to see through the reflection of the mirror that the shower cloth in the shower room was suddenly pulled open, and a bareheaded man in a doctor's uniform stepped out with an expressionless face.

Maggs didn't immediately raise his voice, provoking the assassin is often the stupidest choice, and many people lose their lives because they chose the stupidest solution when they have the opportunity to change the resolution of death.

"If I were you, I wouldn't say a word......", without giving Maggs any chance to speak, he slapped his palm on Mags's neck, and the old man's eyes rolled and fell forward, just by him hugging.

He laid Maggs flat on the ground and pulled out a soft metal needle more than half a foot long from the edge of the collar at his neckline.

He aimed the needle at Maggs's nostrils, then poked it gently, sending it in little by little, and pressed the finger of the other hand to the center of Maggs's eyebrows, and after about ten seconds, he let go slightly, and the hand holding the needle began to twist the soft needle, and continued to drill into it.

Magus, who was already unconscious, suddenly bounced his whole body like a spring that had been compressed to the limit, although the amplitude was not large, but the force was not small.

This is one of the many manifestations of the destruction of the nerves in the brain, and it is not an accident.

After about ten seconds, he pulled out the soft needle, which he threw into the basin and into the pipe. He looked at the watch on his wrist, then straightened his grooming and climbed back through the snorkel.

About seven minutes later, Photesiwen had already changed into a formal suit and walked out of the hall of the hospital with his head held high, not slowing down, every step was extraordinarily stable, at this moment, a "faint" scream suddenly came from the room on the fifth floor, and the agents guarding the downstairs drew their weapons and passed by him, running upstairs.

Walking out the door, he glanced back, put on his sunglasses, and disappeared into the crowd with a smile.

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