Yan Zhen went to an office first, used hypnosis to control the people inside, and asked this person to call in the other colleagues one by one, so that he could control these people. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The people who went in quickly came out, and the busy people didn't notice their changes at all, and in less than a moment, most of the staff were controlled by Yan Zhen.

Only the base leader and his close bodyguards were excluded, and Yan Zhen ordered the staff to keep important documents and use waste paper instead of paper to burn them.

He quietly followed a middle-aged man who looked like a leader, and this person led people into the dark room of his office while the others were busy packing boxes and destroying materials.

Yan Zhen followed them in, the alarm system that scanned the debris was completely paralyzed, and he could go anywhere in the base without worrying about being exposed.

The middle-aged man took out a box from the cumbersome array in the dark room, opened the electronic lock with more than 20 passwords, and looked at the contents of the box.

Unexpectedly, the box was not a new collar or high-end scanning glasses that Yan Zhen thought, it was a hand that was carefully hidden in the box by the middle-aged man!

Where can an ordinary person's hand make a base leader pay so much attention, the owner of this hand must be a famous writer.

Since the box was opened, there was no need to let it close again, and Yan Zhen passed through like a hurricane, rolling up the hands in the box.

The middle-aged man was not an ordinary character, he quickly pulled out his gun and shot, and when he saw that the person who came was a cloud of fine sand, his face suddenly turned blue.

The shape of the sand kept changing, and it was futile for the three bodyguards to shoot at the same time, and when their attacks stopped, the short time to change magazines was enough for Yan Zhen to fight back.

The three bodyguards collapsed to the ground, and the middle-aged man took the opportunity to press the mechanism at the bottom of the box, pushed open the box and opened an emergency exit.

Between life and severed hand, the middle-aged man naturally saved his life, he knew very well how terrible it was for a writer who was not afraid of hot weapons, jumped down from the exit hidden at the bottom of the box, the partition immediately closed, and only a small pinch of sand fell on the top of his head, the weight was insignificant, he did not notice.

The middle-aged man, who thought he had successfully escaped, fell on the air cushion below, and he rolled down the mat and ran out of the base through the dark passage.

Yan Zhen didn't do it immediately, his body was separated at the moment, this small pinch of sand couldn't strangle the middle-aged man's neck, and he couldn't transform into a human form and couldn't use hypnosis, because he still wanted to know if the middle-aged man was hiding other secrets, and he could only follow him before killing him.

Sure enough, the middle-aged man hid a car outside the dark passage, and there was a backpack on the car.

From this you can see his habits, important things are always seen with your own eyes to rest assured, and even running away has to be second.

There was a bag of gold and a pistol in his backpack, as well as a satellite phone, and the middle-aged man picked up the phone after checking the gun and gold.

When were satellite communications restored? Yan Zhen didn't think about it, he listened attentively to the phone call between the middle-aged man and the other party, there was also a man over there, I heard that the base was broken by a writer, and the middle-aged man asked to go back to the international headquarters and scolded a string of English swearing.

Then the other party asked the middle-aged man if he had brought out the 'source sample', and the middle-aged man said that he had brought it without changing his face.

Only then did the other party soften his tone and told him to go to the receiving place according to the coordinates, and the headquarters would send someone to pick him up.

Yan Zhen's body separation state can't last too long, and the distance can't be too long, otherwise he must go back to the international headquarters with the middle-aged man to see it.

The middle-aged man asked to go back to the headquarters but didn't dare to tell the truth, Yan Zhen felt that he was not afraid of being trained, but if he admitted that he lost his broken hand, the other party probably wouldn't send someone to pick him up, the reality was so cruel.

The car had just gone a few meters before it spun around in the snow before crashing into a tree and stalling.

Yan Zhen hurriedly returned to the base and regrouped his body, he put away his severed hand and joined Xiao Qi, a writer with fragments and unable to resist the attack of a spiritual writer, not to mention that the base was full of ordinary people.

"Ah Zhen, they say that this place is called the first district of Asia, there are two if there is one, and there must be two districts in other places!"

"Not only that, but also the international headquarters, I don't know how many places like this there are in the world."

"Then let's go along the vine?"

"That's right, I have a coordinate here, you leave to count the supplies first, and I'll take someone over."

"Okay, stay safe."

"Yes, find a few who can drive, and get the car up first."

"Okay, got it, you go and get back quickly."

Yan Zhen smiled and nodded, called two writers, and they returned to the place where the middle-aged man had a car accident, and on the way he briefly explained his plan.

Use the corpse of the middle-aged man as a cover, so that he can get close to the person sent, as long as he talks to the other party, everything is OK.

The trio drove to the coordinate point, and in the car they found a navigator with the same logo printed on the satellite dot.

After entering the coordinates, the screen of the navigator displays a red dot of light, a green dot of light, and gives the best route to travel.

They drove to a snowfield according to the prompts, according to the navigation device, the car should be driving on a road, because of the heavy snow after the winter, many unmanaged roads are covered in snow, without navigation can really not be found.

When the cursor arrives at the predetermined location, the endless snowfields are out the window, and their car is like a lonely boat in the sea.

"Brother Yan, that person won't lie to him, right, how can this look like someone?"

"Yes, maybe it's not today, there is no one around here, and it's impossible to make a phone call and come right away."

After waiting for twenty minutes, the two writers in the car couldn't sit still, meaning that they wanted to persuade Yan Zhen to go back.

"No, they won't be waiting for tomorrow, and they'll be there right away if they send people from elsewhere."

Both of them were not stupid, and they quickly guessed that the middle-aged man must have something very important on him, since the middle-aged man died, that thing must be in Yan Zhen's hands.

Since the first disaster struck a few months ago, the park has shut down its download service, and ordinary people or former writers can no longer be qualified as writers.

Writers have been shattered since the paradise, there are no new props, existing resources have become sought-after, and many props are unusable as one-off or as suicidal soundwaves, so rare props are often more important than human lives.

So the two can almost conclude that Yan Zhen got an extremely precious fragment, and he was envious for a while, there are capable people in any circle who occupy high positions, and for writers, the strength of ability is determined by the fragments.

So...... Is it possible......

The two of them had their own thoughts, and the atmosphere in the car was restored to a quiet atmosphere.

Yan Zhen glanced at the two people in the back seat from the rearview mirror, and his gaze did not linger for the slightest, but he found that the more hypnotists he used, the more sensitive he became to the thoughts of others.

Although he couldn't figure out the reason for this feeling now, it didn't prevent him from detecting the trace of malice that the two had just released.

He doesn't suspect anyone easily, and he doesn't think too well of people, just reminds himself to beware of these two people who are not yet familiar.

After waiting for another twenty minutes, there was a sudden noise in the sky, and the three of them poked their heads out of the car window to see a helicopter flying towards them. (To be continued.) )