Felix snapped open his eyes to find that he was soaked in sweat.

The quilt was wet, and it felt like lying down in wet clothes after a strenuous workout. Feeling unwell, he lifted the covers with his arms, which had just regained some strength, and sat up.

He saw himself in the mirror of the closet. Pale and sickly, his face may not be much better than that of a dead man. He was dizzy, and when his feet just hit the ground and tried to get out of bed, he even doubted that he could stand firmly.

Must have drunk too much.

It was probably a month ago that he slowly began to have strange symptoms. When I wake up, I can't remember when I fell asleep, I can't remember what happened before I fell asleep, or even appear in strange places.

Occasionally, memories will be fragmented, and the first and second halves will not be connected. Sometimes he feels like his head is like a hard drive that is slowly being demagnetized, and the stored video information is like a long movie, but countless clips in the middle are disappearing due to data corruption.

He got up and went to the bathroom and washed his face.

He couldn't remember what he was doing before he fell asleep, but the hard recollection made him remember the images in his dreams more and more clearly.

He remembered that he had dreamed of Lee Chang-sung.

Maybe it's not just a dream, but a reflection of real memories in dreams. Because he still remembers the time when he first joined the Ninth Special Service Division, and remembers the scene when he first met Lee Chang-sung.

It was a sunny afternoon, and the huge air carriers of the Special Service Nine were sailing above the sea of clouds. The special glass of the desk equipped with electronic display function in the captain's room reflects the sunlight from above the sea of clouds, and Lee Chang-sung sits upright in the sunlight, looking serious and respectable, but at the same time without losing the gentleness characteristic of his elders.

Felix was quite impressed with that day. He still remembers a conversation with Lee Chang-sung at that time, which convinced him that he had made the right choice to join the Nine Divisions, and maybe it might be the only meaningful thing he did in his life.

"People change, and we are facing an era of change."

That was the sentence that Lee Chang-sung said that day that touched him the most, and he also relived it in his dream last night, and it still felt like it was yesterday.

"It's up to us whether it's better or worse." Lee's words were sonorous and powerful, "And we, the people on this mothership, we are the ones who need to make choices on behalf of humanity."

That's what we have to do, to steer everyone in the right direction, no matter the sacrifice or the cost. ”

Felix was a firm believer in this idea. In the days that followed, his reverence for the Commander grew unabated, and he became more convinced that he was doing the right thing.

And now, the man behind the desk in the captain's room is gone.

Lee Chang-sung defected, and the entire Ninth Special Service Division received this message. The former leader of the department, now the worst of the most wanted criminals, disappeared in the chaos after the battle in Gangdo Square that night, and has not been traced to this day.

There is even news that the monster that appeared in the city center that was defeated by Batman, the extremely terrifying thing, was also released by him.

Immediately after the events of that night, an investigation into the whole picture of the incident was launched, and the nine places sorted out the context of the entire incident as quickly as possible. The evidence provided by Agent Luo Yajun proves everything, including the connection between the problems exposed by the setbacks suffered so far by the Nine Departments and Lee Chang-sung, and even the falsification of evidence to frame the Nine Agents and enforce the arrest order.

The evidence is overwhelming, and the matter seems to be settled. The Secret Service Nine, whose most senior leaders are all internal ghosts, has undoubtedly been questioned by everyone, the mothership has been forced to land, the entire department's operations have been forcibly halted for the time being, and everyone needs to undergo an independent investigation under the auspices of the Intelligence Bureau......

Oh yes, by the way, he recently discovered that his own group was the Intelligence Bureau, which shocked the young master of the group for a whole year.

He was amazed at why no one had mentioned it to him. But when he went back to bring it up, everyone just smiled at him, some kind of weird smile that made him uncomfortable, as if there was something hidden behind it.

This made Felix feel more and more eccentric. He began to realize that something seemed to be hidden in him, and many people around him seemed to know what was going on, but he was the only one who was kept in the dark.

Then he naturally thought of his insistence on joining the Ninth Special Service in the first place.

He thought that this was what he had earned, the route he had planned for himself, and the only meaningful thing in his life to do by his own will. But since discovering the origin and background of his group, he has also begun to doubt it.

It was as if there was nothing in his whole life that he could really be sure of.

He brushed his teeth, took a dip, and spat tap water mixed with toothpaste into the sink in one gulp. Then he casually looked up at the mirror in front of him, and in addition to seeing a pale and feeble face, he unconsciously noticed a certain detail.

Through the mirror, he saw the bathroom behind him, and at the top of the wall behind the toilet, a wall tile that was inconspicuously raised.

Felix was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look in the direction of the mirror reflection.

There is indeed a bulge. The position is higher, but it is obviously a place that can be reached by stepping on the toilet seat.

He was amazed at how he had never noticed this place before.

Felix put down the toilet lid and stepped on the lid to stand up. He stood on tiptoe and stretched out his arms to get to the bulge, and tried to pull the wall brick, which was actually moving.

With some difficulty, he pulled the whole brick out of the wall with one hand, placed it next to the flush button of the toilet, and continued to tiptoe up and reach for the gap in the brick.

And then I actually touched something. A small, cold thing with a metallic texture.

A USB flash drive.

This made him feel that his life, which was already on the verge of being on the brink of detachment, was becoming more and more outrageous.

This kind of plot reminds him of detective or spy movies, and it's the kind of secret box you'll find in the stronghold of a secret spy. Agents and spies like to steal in all sorts of corners that people don't think of, hiding important information or forged documents and pistols.

But the problem is that he is in his own home.

Something is wrong with me.

It was the first thought that popped into his mind.

He returned to his room with the USB stick, hesitated for a moment, and pulled out his laptop.

It is a notebook uniformly distributed by the Ninth Special Service Department, with the strictest encryption protection measures, and it is an internally customized model. Only laptops of this particular model can access specific information from the internal network of the Secret Service No. 9, even in the field, with limited access.

Felix plugged the USB flash drive into his laptop. The metal device lit up with a blue indicator light, and then entered the reading phase that made him feel a little uneasy.

Surprisingly, it doesn't show up on a computer like a normal mobile device.

It did some reading and loading, and then the words "identification in progress" popped up on the screen, but it did not ask him to enter the password or prompt any verification operation, and only a few moments later, the words "authentication completed, access granted" popped up.

Then before he could do anything, another interface automatically popped up.

The homepage of the Intranet of the Secret Service No. 9.

Felix glanced at the home page interface, and when his eyes swept to the current login account information in the upper right corner, he was instantly stunned.

The account ID is indeed his name, his own ID, the problem is the level of access that appears next to the ID.

Premium Privileges.

If I am not mistaken, within the Ninth Special Service Branch, this is the equivalent of the chairman's level.