Furant swayed to the bathroom, Muyang also got down from the high chair, followed with a wine glass, and the wine glass in his hand disappeared in a flash. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Muyang pushed the door and walked into the bathroom, and heard a sound from the toilet, Flant stood in the urinal and urinated, scolding in his mouth: "Fake, don't you know how to find a hotel, a group of poor ghosts." ”

Muyang stood beside Furant, Furrant glanced at him with a somewhat confused eye, didn't care, finished untying his hand, shook the little guy, and tucked it into his pants.

Just about to turn around, Mu Yang stretched out his finger behind him and clicked a few times on Forant's body, Forrant's eyes widened, and a look of doubt and horror flashed, but at this moment he couldn't speak or move.

Muyang dragged him into a bathroom.

"Bang bang."

"Uh-huh."

The voice is getting louder and louder, and the woman seems to be unable to suppress it, although she deliberately suppresses her voice, but the sound still comes out of her throat unconsciously, and there is a tendency to get bigger and bigger.

Mu Yang glanced at it with a probing technique.

In another bathroom, a white fat man was hugging a black girl's ass and snapping hard, the picture was really not too beautiful, Muyang just glanced at it, and quickly withdrew his gaze, spicy eyes.

Looking at Forant, who was standing there motionless, but his eyes couldn't help but change, Mu Yang was also thinking about how to fix this guy in his mind.

If everything is true, Forrant should be a senior agent spy, such a person has undergone harsh agent training, and ordinary methods of coercing confessions are useless to them at all, so Mu Yang does not plan to use ordinary methods against him.

"Point point pulse interception hand."

Without saying a word, Mu Yang came up with a heavy hand, and in an instant, Ferrant's eyes widened, the color of pain was fully revealed, tears and snot flowed out unconsciously, although it was late at night, but a layer of sweat was stirred up on his hair and body.

Muyang didn't do this to torture him, mainly to kill his will, yes, Muyang was preparing for the next move.

The crackling sound outside was endless, and the Furant here was enjoying the inhuman pain, and in the end, the woman seemed to have reached a high point, forgetting the depression, and the whole bathroom was filled with the screams of the woman.

Mu Yang really wanted to beat those two demons to death with a stick.

Finally, after a few muffled snorts from the man, everything calmed down, and the two packed up and left the bathroom.

Looking at Forrant again, his eyes were dilated at the moment, and the muscles on his face were shaking unconsciously, this was no longer something he could control, it was an instinct, an instinct generated by too much stimulation of nerves.

Muyang stretched out his hand and solved the acupoint.

From Furrant's eyes, there was a sense of rebirth.

"Hypnosis".

Mu Yang performed a hypnotic spell on the relaxed expression of Furant.

A minute later, Forrant, a senior senior agent trained in hypnotic interrogation, was completely hypnotized by Muyang.

"What's your name?"

"Dempsey. Mcbride. ”

Hearing this name, Mu Yang was also stunned.

"Isn't your name Forant?"

"This is a name I gave when I came to China to hide my identity."

"Who do you work for?"

"I have several jobs, a teacher at Beijing Normal University, a senior CIA agent, and the head of a spy station in Beijing."

"Who told you to spy on Muyang?"

"It's the deputy director of the CIA, Thomas. Forernst's order to me. ”

"Why do you want to spy on Muyang?"

"I don't know why."

"Did you send those two Koreans?"

"Yes."

"Who else knows their identities."

"Only I know them, their other identity is a South Korean agent, but I found them in the capital, and then captured them and forced them to join the CIA and become peripheral personnel."

"You are the leader of the spy station, where is the list of your spy organizations in the capital?"

"There is no list, they only contact me one-way, and the names are all in my head."

"Name their details." Muyang Road.

Subsequently, Furant jumped out one by one with names, occupations, contact information, etc., and Muyang wrote them down with his brain, but for the sake of insurance, he also recorded them directly with his mobile phone.

Good guys, I said 13 people in one breath, and these people are all in one-line contact with Forrant, and Forrant's contact person is CIA Deputy Director Thomas . Forernst.

Although Forrant said that he was a team leader, Muyang knew that the CIA, as the largest intelligence organization in the world now, was most attentive to China's infiltration, and guys like Forrant were just grasshoppers, and there were actually many big crocodiles hiding in the shadows.

Mu Yang didn t care about that, and now he grabbed the line of Folrant, although he didn't ask the other party why he was investigating himself, but he knew that it was the CIA who was investigating him, and it was the deputy director Thomas. Forernst's order, that's enough.

"Hypnosis."

Muyang once again hypnotized Furrant.

Forrant walked out of the bathroom and washed his face with water and hands, and in the mirror, Forrant's face had a blank expression and a dull look.

"Forrant, you guy will only go to the bathroom for ten minutes, it won't be there when you meet a familiar girl and come here again."

"Forrant, I see that your face is pale, it can't be that you are really tired once, now your legs and feet are weak."

Furrant squeezed out a stiff smile, "I'm fine, let's go." After that, he picked up the coat that was placed on the sofa.

"Ok, retreat, let's go to the hotel and continue the party."

Walking to the door of the bar, Formant put on his coat, and when he went up the steps, he stumbled slightly and almost fell, and Ma Rong next to him quickly stepped forward to hold Formant's arm.

"You're okay, didn't you drink too much?" Ma Rong asked.

"I'm fine."

"I'll hold you, put your arm on my shoulder." Ma Rong put Furrant's arm on his shoulder.

Forrant had no objection.

Out of the door of the bar, everyone had just walked out onto the street, when they heard the roar of car engines, heavy metal music, and a few screams in the distance, and the headlights of the cars shining on this side not far away.

Seeing the speeding car coming at high speed, everyone stood on the side of the road, and some people scolded the damn biker in their mouths, and Furrant also stood on the side of the road with everyone, one arm still holding Ma Rong's shoulder.

Just as the car was about to rush over, Formant suddenly took a big stride forward and walked to the center of the street, and Ma Rong was carried by Formant and carried to the center of the street.

The lights flickered, and there was a dull loud bang, and then everyone saw two figures flying out a few meters in the air, and they fell to the ground with a clatter, and there was no more sound. (To be continued.) )