This is not the date that Akon imagined.

On the way, they should have opened a bottle of wine by now, perhaps sitting in the open air on the rooftop, discussing how to get rid of the overgrown plants under the moonlight, rather than facing a ticking time bomb here.

He is not good at these delicate things, let alone decryption, even if the other party puts the instructions on how to defuse the bomb in front of him, he may not be able to dismantle it.

But the other party revealed a message from the few words.

Although he was not here, he could monitor every movement in the room.

Akon didn't act, he looked at the former agent, and confirmed through his eyes that it was the person on the other end of the phone who texted him, and as for how she was an agent and was tied to a bomb, it was not possible to rely on her eyes to confirm it.

The former agent didn't seem to want to look at him for long periods of time, her gaze wandering back and forth between the room, and she became more and more impatient as time passed.

This is...... Hint?

Akon tried to keep up with her gaze, which was the only way he could get a hint at the moment, and the other party was monitoring everything in the room in real time, and any movement could arouse suspicion and detonate the bomb on her body.

At first, he thought the former agent was hinting at the location of the probes and listeners, but as her gaze shifted, she always seemed to deliberately stay on the spot where there was nothing.

Empty corners, ceilings with nothing to hide overhead.

Time passed like this, in order not to make the bomb demon suspicious, Yakong could only symbolically fiddle with the time bomb, he approached the former agent, wanting more hints, but gradually, the impatience in the other party's eyes disappeared, replaced by disappointment.

With 15:31 seconds left before the bomb exploded, her eyes looked like the death sentence had been announced in advance.

Why is that?

What exactly is she trying to express through her eyes?

First of all, she can eliminate the monitoring probe and listener, she must also know that even if she finds the means that the other party uses to monitor the room, it will not help, once the monitoring of the room is interrupted, the bomb demon will definitely detonate the bomb at the first time.

Akora's breathing became more and more rapid.

He gradually realized that this was not due to emotional changes, but rather physiological reactions.

Breathing becomes increasingly difficult, and with each breath of air, a burning sensation occurs in the lungs.

There was 13:30 left until the bomb exploded.

The cloaked, masked man finally walked into the room.

"Intelligence says he's an impulsive guy who doesn't like to use his brain, and it seems that this is exactly what happened."

He glanced at Yakong, who was unconscious at the feet of the former agent, and said lightly.

For a psychic being, this is tantamount to a fatal wound.

Deadly enough that even ordinary people can deal with them with enough preparation, which is why they wrote "How to Kill a Psyker" - once they peel off the mysterious cloak of a psyker, they will turn back into weak ordinary people.

"For ordinary people, he has been holding on for a long time."

In the absence of an antidote, in a room filled with nerve paralyzing gases.

Losing consciousness became a rather slow process, but by the time he finally realized it, it was too late.

The masked man walked up to Arkon and kicked him in the thigh.

What appeared in front of him was just a "corpse" that could not make any response.

It stands to reason that he should kill Arkon right away, but according to their agreement with Jock, he needs to send Arkon alive.

"As for you."

He pulled down the rag from the ex-agent's mouth, and her loss was a true expression, "I really didn't expect you to take the initiative to send it to the door." ”

The masked man was moved.

The reason why the whole thing can go so smoothly is also because of the arrangement of fate, originally wanted to find a former MI7 agent with strong anti-reconnaissance capabilities in the huge first district is like looking for a needle in a haystack, but the hiding place chosen by the other party happens to be upstairs on their floor.

A deserted apartment building, a great place to hide.

Obviously, the parliamentarians led by Jock thought so at the beginning, and let him hide here, right under the noses of the rescuers.

Those six-star rescuers never dreamed that the Guardian they were hunting down was actually under their noses all along.

He couldn't think of anything else to describe the coincidence in front of him other than the gift of fate.

"His abilities are called the 'Sub-Empty Barrier', and for him, the most dangerous thing in this room is not a bomb, even if you detonate it now, he will definitely survive."

At the beginning of receiving the intelligence plan, they all abandoned all physical means.

Not being able to know exactly how much of a barrier's defenses will be fine, and they will never leave the success or failure of their actions to illusory luck.

"The bomb is only used as a means to drag him down, what is really dangerous for him is the gas with a neuroparalyzing effect, it's a pity, if it weren't for the agreement, I would have been able to replace it with poison gas...... These are my gifts to you. ”

The masked man spoke, "Unfortunately, you're not on our list. ”

As he spoke, he took out a silenced pistol from his pocket.

Intelligence indicates that the former agent has undergone a major prosthetic makeover, so confirming her death will require a few more bullets.

"Farewell, beautiful young lady."

Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger.

The muzzle of the gun did not spit out a tongue of fire, and immediately afterwards, the prosthetic body in the right hand lost consciousness.

The masked man looked at his right hand suspiciously, and the severed part slowly fell to the ground, the blood slowly spilled off on the ground, but there was no blood gushing out of the severed limb, as if there was an invisible wall blocking his severed limb, so that the blood did not spray all over the former agent's body.

"You ......"

"You're right, the most dangerous thing for me is the air."

Akon coughed violently, his physical condition looked extremely bad, but he still supported his body with his numb arms, and struggled to get up from the ground, "I don't know who said that psychic abilities are subconscious projections, and my abilities can't keep out the things that keep me alive, but thanks to Miss Ex-Detective, I understand this." ”

He finally understood the former agent's wandering eyes.

There are things in the corners where nothing exists that can be automatically overlooked.

And when he recalled the "rules of the game" explained by the masked man, he suddenly understood everything.

All the rules confined him to this room, trying to keep his attention on the time bomb that was about to explode.

It's a pity that by the time he realized this, he had already inhaled too much nerve paralyzing gas, which was simply not enough for him to find the masked man's hiding place, "But as you said, if your purpose is to kill me, you will use poison gas instead of putting me in a coma." ”

So he can only bet that the other party will show up before the time bomb explodes.

"Why...... Why do you still have access to abilities? ”

The masked men questioned Akora, according to their theory, even if the psionic person did not fall into a coma, the nerve paralyzing gas would be enough to make them unable to use the ability, similar to the anti-psionic weapons produced by the psionic research institute.

"Because I've been practicing in secret lately."

Akong was calm.

He couldn't completely isolate the air around him, and his consciousness was on the verge of disappearing, maybe he should have fallen into a coma, but the willpower supported him to open his eyes and stand up.

10 seconds.

Or less.

"Now, I can finish you off in just a second."

As if realizing that the situation was not good, the masked man turned around and tried to escape from the room, and at the moment when he took a step, a huge force hit him on the back, knocking him out of the air, and the wall in front of him that was supposed to be used as protection was cut out of a gap at some point, and he wanted to hold the wall with his hand, but found that the prosthetic body in his right hand was still in the room at the moment.

In the blink of an eye, his feet were off the ground, and he appeared above a dozen stories in the air.

His body plummeted, his roar quickly dissipating into the night.

Yakong stopped in place and used his ability to cut through the electron beam that bound the former agent, and the moment the time bomb tied to his body fell, the gathered barrier compressed it into a point.

"There's only one reason why you've failed, and that's ruining my date."

He looked in the direction in which the masked man had disappeared, maintained a position that looked rather odd to the former agent, and said, "His accomplice may be nearby, and I'll leave it to you next, Miss Ex-Agent." ”

"Angel."

The former agent took advantage of the situation to hold Yakong's crumbling body, "This is my real name. ”

……………………………………

At the same time, a firm in the first district.

In the middle of the night, Li Youqian ushered in a special guest, he thought that he could take advantage of the turmoil in the first district to rest for a few days, but he didn't expect another uninvited guest to come to the door.

"Let him in."

He let out a long sigh, and the little assistant at the door, who was in a state of panic, obediently moved out of the way, allowing the visitor, who was covered in a cloak and looked suspicious at first glance, into his office.

"I've heard you can predict where your fortune will go."

A fluttering voice came from under the mask, "Then let's count a hexagram for us, is our future auspicious or evil?" ”

"You have to make an appointment to predict my fortune, this guest, have you made an appointment before?"

"Nope."

The masked man replied, "But you'll soon be able to use it, for the intel says that you are the weakest of all the candidates, and it is only by virtue of the peculiarities of your abilities that you have reached where you are today." ”

"Then we'll see."

The Little Theatre Its One Hundred and Forty-Five:

Saturday, morning, month, year.

In just one trip, Song Lan discovered many problems with Lu Xiang.

For example, low strength, poor physical strength, unsteady standing, and easy to fall when excited.

These problems all appeared after they joined the tour group, and they directly caught him off guard.

But what's even more terrifying is that Lu Xiang doesn't know when he learned the ability to be coquettish, can you imagine that the female boss with a cold temperament at work suddenly hugged your arm and sold cute?

Song Lan couldn't either, so he deserved it.

With the change of her personality, Lu Xiang quickly became familiar with the people in the tour group, and her beautiful and well-behaved appearance seemed to be very popular with the elders.

He advises every employee of the counterintelligence department to come and take a look, and see, as your minister usually does in private.

"Lao Lu, who did you learn these magical powers from?"

Back on the bus, Song Lan couldn't help but ask.

"Don't call me Lao Lu, you can choose one of 'wife' and 'baby'."

Lu Xiang frowned cutely, as if he wanted to use the cute tactics to break Song Lan's psychological defense.

"If you answer me, I'll call me."

"Because I thought of MI7's interpretation, it's really no different from camouflage."

"And who are you pretending to be?"

"My own imaginary character."

"Huh?"

"Little Lu Xiang in love...... Okay, now that the question is answered, let's call it. ”

(End of chapter)