I'm going to go!

Alan has nowhere to spread wildfire, so he can only run away.

"Boulevard Houghton Hotel Room 1098, Speed. Ten seconds after hearing the 'squeak' sound, this earbud will explode, you better do something......"

Chirping~

The sound sounded and the earbuds fell off.

"Damn it!"

Alan cursed as he threw the earbuds behind him.

Perhaps this man was so accurate in his calculations that he even counted the time he could speak and the speed he could run, and there was exactly a corner in front of him.

"He's there! Shoot fast~"

Brown's voice was all too familiar, and the gunfire rang out as he screamed.

Rumble~

The violent explosion was just right, causing the shaft to collapse, and the exit was ahead.

Lifting the manhole cover, Alan climbed out of the shaft like a rat, despite the disdainful eyes of passers-by.

As soon as I looked up, I saw a road sign that read "Boulevard" in red paint.

Alan looked up and saw that the Holden Hotel was not far away, and after covering his cheek with his collar, he hurried in.

"Sir, are you staying or dining?" Seeing that the visitor was sloppy and embarrassed, the good quality made the receptionist ask in a soft tone as much as possible.

"Is room 1098 booked?"

Although Alan was puzzled, there were all kinds of signs that at least what he was looking at was indeed real and not fooling.

"Wait, I'll check it out for you." The receptionist smiled a standard and looked down.

After a while, the receptionist looked up and said, "1098 has been contracted for a long time, and you need to scan the code to enter." ”

Scan the code?

One of the three items has a barcode, or maybe it's it.

Secretly attach it to your left wrist and start scanning the code.

Seeing the receptionist's alert face, Alan smiled awkwardly: "Sorry, I'm left-handed." ”

The barcode of ordinary people has been imprinted on the wrist of their right hand since birth, so that the receptionist's doubts are not abnormal, and his right hand is indeed marked with his real identity, so naturally he cannot be seen.

Drip! The sound is crisp.

"Welcome to the Horton Hotel, it's your key card."

The receptionist couldn't believe that the sloppy person in front of him was actually a long-term guest, and it was a luxurious presidential suite.

The servile face of the service industry suddenly came into being.

As the saying goes, people can't be good-looking, and the sea can't be measured, and today can be regarded as a vivid lesson for this receptionist.

The receptionist apologized again and again, and said flatteringly: "It seems that you have stored a suitcase here, do you want to take it with you?" ”

Boot?

The short-term doubts were swept away, and Alan immediately regained his composure: "Tired, thank you!" ”

While the receptionist was picking up the suitcase, Alan took out a hundred dinars and gently rested it on the table.

"Thank you! Sir is so generous. If necessary, please call the switchboard, Larry will be happy to help you. The receptionist secretly withdrew the tip, secretly happy, and his voice was even more humble.

"You go, go left and you'll be in the elevator." Seeing that the person almost made a mistake, the receptionist beckoned.

After entering the door, Alan couldn't wait to open the suitcase.

There are a lot of things in it, and the first thing that catches your eye is a 1089 room card.

1089？

Isn't that the right door?

When he opened a tablet electronic instrument, a human figure jumped out of the screen, almost startling Allen.

"Don't be surprised! Agent Spike. ”

A virtual self is explaining to itself in a virtual mirror.

Spike?

Spire means agent, and this man even has such a strange name, presumably it may not be his real name.

"Whether it's Allen or Spike, names are always codenames. Whatever your name is, it can't affect your next mission. ”

The man named Spike shrugged his shoulders in an extremely relaxed tone, as if he were chattering.

That's right, this posture is also a common gesture of oneself, and this person may be himself.

"Mess up the quilt and grab some bathrobes from the closet to disguise yourself as if you're asleep. Yes, I'm sure you can do it. ”

As he spoke, the virtual human pulled out a black square and flaunted it in his hand.

"Remember to tuck it under your pillow when you're disguised, it simulates human snoring. Remember to start it again after putting it away, and keep the action warm, and be as gentle as a bride, right ~ very good, because it's a bomb! ”

Bomb? Damn, didn't you say it earlier?

Alan was taken aback, although there were 10,000 grass and mud horses in his heart, but the current situation did not allow anyone to attack.

I had to draw a scoop according to the gourd and camouflage the scene.

"Then put away the things and immediately move into room 1089. In the room, you can see everything that's going on here. Keep in mind that time is limited, and it can only help you delay by five minutes. ”

Damn, are all agents so mysterious and secretive, even the way they speak always starts with irrelevant nonsense, and only at the end is the finishing touch?

Alan stuffed his belongings into his suitcase and hurried to the opposite door.

"Well, given the limited time, I don't have time to introduce the contents one by one. Next we're going to take out the tracker. Of course, it will hurt a little, but remember to be as gentle as possible, because I am you and you are me. When the time comes, I will naturally come and get my body back. ”

It's this stubble again!

Alan had no choice but to follow the instructions.

"Notice this odd-shaped firearm? Strictly speaking, it is not a firearm, but a surgical instrument. ”

Spike smiles and holds a short-handled pistol in his hand.

After pulling the trigger, the muzzle of the gun extended a "tentacle", and the end of the three hook-shaped scratches stretched.

"That's right, that's it, open your mouth and stuff it in. It has a magnetic force on the front that will firmly attach the tracker, and there will be a red light when you grab the tracker. ”

As instructed, Alan shoved the eerie muzzle down his throat.

A burst of retching chokes, almost to the point of stomach acid, but Spike in the picture is still explaining: "The tracker adsorbs on the stomach wall, neutralizes the acid and base, and reacts with the stomach acid as an energy source." After taking it out, the tracker, which lost energy, naturally failed. ”

Damn, who is so dark that they actually came up with such a filthy invention?

With the stomach acid reaction as an energy source, the idea alone is disgusting enough.

After a bit of retching, the red light came on, and Alan pulled out.

"Quick, it's inside. This is a turtle in an urn. ”

The room was soundproof, and he couldn't hear the outside talking, but because of the black box, Alan could hear it clearly.

"Everyone, be quiet, this guy didn't expect us to come so quickly, and he's still snoring when he hears the sound."

Brown's voice was too familiar, and he could see from the tablet that Brown was crouching at the door of 1098 with someone.

"I counted three times, and when the door opened, I rushed straight in, and I couldn't let people run, you know?"

In the whispered reprimand, Brown even spoke with resentment: "If you mess up again, you can't spare us!" Three, two, one, up! ”

The tracker is removed, and Alan is holding back tears, and Spike's image begins to blur due to the lack of power.

"See two round cakes? It's a magnetic adsorber that immediately you ...... Can be sent ......"