In Angleigh's eyes, the world is like an FPS game with gunfights and skirmishes, and he quickly notices that in addition to the bizarre mind buttons, there are also many strange features.

For example, he can see his colleagues and the alert range of the surveillance probe.

When the whole world becomes magical, the impossible event of escaping from the Bureau of Investigation becomes possible.

What's even more incredible is that when Angley came to the street avoiding his colleagues and surveillance, the wounds on his body had completely healed, and the fatigue accumulated from staying up late for several days was swept away, and he was back to his peak state both mentally and physically.

And all that was made possible was three cans of coffee.

He didn't want to think about the consequences of his escape anymore, and he had to stop it from happening before Benjamin Abele could commit a terrorist attack.

Angleigh's premonition had never been stronger, so strong that he could almost see a future in which the bomb would be detonated in a populated area.

It was already dark, and he glanced at the time.

This is the time for the shelter vehicles to depart.

His eyes were locked on the car parked on the side of the road, and again, the "E" button appeared on it, this time prompting to "take over" the vehicle.

Angray stepped forward, and so far, his every move had gone so well, which gave him a strange feeling that even the whole world was with him in this matter, hoping that he could stop Benjamin's insane attack.

In his vision, the vehicle he "took over" should inform the owner of the seriousness of the situation, and the owner of the car would take him to the location where the terrorist attack was about to take place.

As he came out of the bureau, he heard a colleague mention the DHS's operation, saying that they appeared to have some information and were working to evacuate the crowd in the commercial center.

Compared with the magical operations just now, the requisition of civilian vehicles is the most suitable for the actual situation, in the past operations, they occasionally encountered situations where vehicles were urgently needed, and all he needed was a little luck.

Coming to the door, Angray once again touched the "E" button with his mind.

Today is his lucky day, and the last thing he lacks is luck.

In fact, even without the need for those magical operations, he has the confidence to convince the owner.

The owner of the car was a richly dressed lady, and the fashionable prosthetic makeover on her body was worth a lot of money at first glance, and the first time she saw the lady through the window, she knew that she must be a lady who knew the truth.

As always, his body went into an uncontrollable state.

However, what happened next was completely beyond his expectations, he could not control his actions, and could only watch as he pulled the car door and rudely pressed his hands on the woman's shoulders, she looked at her in horror, but she was destined to be unable to change her fate of being dragged out of the car.

The lady wore high-heeled boots with long heels, and this rude behavior caused her to stumble down the street and almost fall to the ground.

After dragging the lady out of the driver's seat, he sat in the driver's seat like an emotionless killer without saying a word.

"Ah——!h

Closing the door, there was a scream that tingled his eardrums slightly, and the lady staggered away in extreme terror, as if she had spotted his blood-stained trench coat and smelled the smell of blood that had not yet dissipated.

When Angray regains control of her identity, the panicked lady rushes to the Anomalous Investigation Bureau building without looking back, and he almost instinctively gestures to the other party to save him.

No!

I'm not a car thief!

I'm a first-level agent in the Bureau of Anomalous Investigation.

A terrorist named Benjamin Abele is planning a terrorist attack, and time is running out and I must now requisition a vehicle.

I......

Why the hell did I drag the lady out of the driver's seat?

Having realized the true meaning of "taking over", Angley fell into endless regret, although he achieved his goal again, but the way he achieved it completely pushed him into the abyss of crime, even if he succeeded in stopping Benjamin later, and the credit for this matter was offset by the fact that the complaint of the lady who robbed the car was enough for him to drink.

The lady seemed to have a lot of social status, but she couldn't be a section chief employee of a company.

He, Angre Safron, is really not a car thief!

After repeating it internally, he stepped on the bottom of the accelerator and fled the scene before his colleagues from the Investigation Bureau could chase him out.

On the other side, another was also stunned by this sudden change.

"What are you doing?"

Lu Xiang couldn't help but ask Song Lan a soul question, "This is an illegal and criminal act!" ”

The tug of the soul on the side of the street just now transformed the image of Mr. Angley Suffron from a detective who upholds justice even if he is framed to a car thief who shoots at innocent passers-by, and the "green light" they painstakingly gave to each other all the way suddenly collapses.

Escaping from prison is a fight against corruption within the Bureau of Investigation, but the lady on the street is a completely unrelated innocent passerby.

“…… That's how it's designed in the game. ”

Song Lan said humbly.

"Don't try to fool around this, write me a thought report when you go back!"

Lu Xiang has a simple sense of justice, she still has not forgotten her duty as the head of the law enforcement department, that is, to ensure that the legitimate rights and interests of every citizen are not violated, and this stupid bird has become more and more bold recently, and dares to do such a thing under her nose.

What's more, it also turned her into an accomplice.

Helping Angel escape from prison was the result of their joint efforts, and she used a "deep web" chip to hack into the bureau's security system, and in the words of Dr. Shiratake, many departments of the coalition government are still using antiques from the last century, and the lack of challenges for a long time has made them too lax in the field of cybersecurity.

At that time, when she created the "deep web" chip, it was somewhat mixed with some personal emotions of "letting the coalition government taste a lesson".

But who would have thought that this dumb bird would do such an act after helping Angel escape from prison.

If the ideological consciousness is not up to the mark, we should strengthen theoretical study and thinking.

"Qi He, they've also arrived."

Facing the stern supervisor, Song Lan diverted the topic.

Lu Xiang has been in the position of law enforcement supervisor for a long time, and she has the temperament of a stern female boss when she is serious, especially now that she is wearing a company suit, which invisibly amplifies this sense of oppression.

Before he could finish speaking, three figures with light blue outlines appeared in the van across the commercial street.

They were dressed in lightweight, unobtrusive outfits, and the van looked old, but the trunk was full of sophisticated instruments.

Song Lan could only sigh that it was worthy of Qi He, even in an unfamiliar era of life, he could quickly establish contacts.

The device monitors the route of the shelter's convoy in real time, and three people sit in front of the device, eating thin-crust pizza bought from a fast-food restaurant on the street.

"The problem is not just rescue."

It was useless to divert the topic, Lu Xiang silently recorded the "Thought Report" in a small notebook, "The key is how to place Qi Yun." ”

Qi He, Gustav and Quiet are destined to be people who do not belong to this era, and they are destined to not be able to bring Qi Yun back more than twenty years later.

When they return to the year 2167, there will be a long gap in between.

As long as Qi Yun is still living in the coalition government, RT1 will be able to manipulate military technology to find her sooner or later, and it is even very likely that they will use more inhumane means against her.

Although the AI does not hold grudges and is not swayed by negative emotions such as anger, once it is identified as a special existence, RT1 is bound to study Qi Yun thoroughly, and putting humans as mice on the operating table for dissection and observation will not bring them any psychological burden.

Sacrifice for a greater cause.

It's an all-purpose shield within the coalition government, and they always use it to justify themselves every time the company has committed some heinous act.

However, if it was Qi He, he should be able to think of what might happen in the more than 20 years since he disappeared.

The convoy of shelters is getting closer.

This can be seen from the expression of the DHS commander, who is now in a state of extreme nervousness, because anonymous text messages revealed to them that the explosives installed in the car were powerful enough to flatten an entire neighborhood, and if the information was true, the explosion would cause incalculable economic damage even after the evacuation of the population, and it was very likely that there would be casualties among the peacekeepers.

This unknown information also put him in a dilemma.

If it turns out to be someone's prank, the psionic research institute will make a big fuss about it, which will undoubtedly greatly speed up his retirement.

His instincts told him that this anonymous information was true.

But there aren't a few pranksters who can't track down the coalition government's intelligence services.

As night covered the first district, the shelter's convoy slowly drove from the far side of the road, a total of three buses, all of whom were patients who had signed agreements with research institutes.

"Stop."

The commander gave orders to the peacekeepers, and since the psionic research institute was unwilling to cooperate with their actions, they had no choice but to take a strong approach.

No vehicles are allowed until it is ensured that the explosives have been removed.

Of course, this will cause dissatisfaction on the part of the psionic research institute, and in fact, five minutes after he ordered the convoy to be stopped, the dove called from the psionic research institute, and the question was slashed and face-slashed.

In the phone, he threatened that the council would approve the project itself and that it would be crucial to curing the disease that had engulfed the coalition government, and that the Department of Homeland Security would simply not be able to afford to delay progress.

The commander simply put the phone aside.

Even without listening, he could guess what the dove would be yelling indignantly on the phone, because his warnings had been taken on deaf ears a few hours earlier.

But now, now that the convoy wants to cross this martial law road, it must be investigated by them.

It could be ten minutes, or it could be an hour.

He gave the bomb disposal team a look, and heavily armed soldiers got into the car and evacuated the driver, patients, and hospital staff.

And all of this is seen by Benjamin Abele.

He had to marvel at the wonder of modern technology, even if he didn't need to be at the scene in person, he could see the footage transmitted from the martial law section in real time.

The mysterious partner was a great man, and at this moment, the drones in the sky, the equipment equipped by the peacekeeping forces, and all the surveillance probes on the side of the road turned into his eyes, which could help him enjoy the moment of the explosion in 360 degrees.

The atmosphere was even more wonderful than he had imagined.

He sat at the table, filled his glass with red wine, and was in a high-rise building with more than 100 floors, with a panoramic view of the night view of the 1st arrondissement, a life that only the upper class could enjoy.

The involvement of the Department of Homeland Security only made him even more excited.

Having a DHS commander killed in a bombing attack would certainly make better headlines than killing civilians whose names they can't even name.

This can not only cause panic among the public, but also arouse the great concern of the Council.

After all, this happened right in front of his own home.

Next, in addition to enjoying a special "fireworks show", he also has to prepare a speech, such as exposing how the psychic allowed the bomb to escape the detection of a professional bomb disposal team and detonate it right under everyone's noses.

That's right, every psyker has the potential to become a bomb.

Dealing with them is like dealing with a ticking time bomb, and you never know when they're going to blow themselves up and end up with everything around them.

However, the sound of a gun loading behind him interrupted Benjamin's train of thought.

A faint smell of blood crept into this luxurious suite, and the lurking methods were very clever, and there was no unnecessary noise when entering the door.

When he turned his head, the muzzle of the black hole was already aimed at his eyebrows.

"Benjamin Abele, you're arrested."

It was a familiar face, and one that should never have been in his room.

Because according to the mysterious partner's words, Angray Safron has been brought back to the Bureau of Investigation, and if the charges are true, he faces up to 67 years in prison.

What's more, according to the style of the Bureau of Investigation, they will not give Angel a chance to go to court to defend himself.

During the few days he was in custody, he probably died unexpectedly from a rare strange disease, or was shot dead on the spot during his escape.

In the end, the deceased was the greatest, and considering Agent Angleigh's past contributions to the Bureau of Investigation, they would give his brother, the only remaining member of the family, a sum of money before placing Angerley's bones in the cemetery in the First District.

The mailbox-like cabinet would have Angre Suffron's name on it.

But now, for the first time, the partner's intelligence has gone wrong, and what makes Benjamin even more puzzling is how to find himself even if Angel escapes from prison?

He falsified his identity and evaded surveillance and the hotel's facial recognition system, and even the counterintelligence services could not investigate his existence.

Benjamin cooperatively put his hands above his head, but there was no panic on his face, and he asked calmly, "I'm curious, how did you find the door?" ”

"Do you need to talk about that?"

Angel's index finger was on the trigger, and as soon as Benjamin made any drastic moves, he would pull the trigger at the first opportunity, "You've been marked for a long time, you can be seen from a few blocks away!" ”

It wasn't just Benjamin who caught my eye, but also his bright red border.

Angley didn't know if anyone else could see it, but at least for him, Benjamin was as red as a light bulb, as if to tell the world that the others were here.

"Don't do stupid things, surrender now."

Recently, it has been Kavin, and the time has been unstable again, forgive me!

The small theater of its three hundred and forty-six:

Monday, morning, month, year

Song Lan didn't expect Guan Lili to be an evil CP lover, and her curiosity made him feel that Guan Lili's whole person was full of evil spirits.

To make matters worse, his advice seems to have the opposite effect.

Guan Lili had a flash of inspiration, and suddenly imagined a publicity strategy as evil as her hobby.

She decided to release some misleading fanfics before the release of the new work.

For example, they could create a short animation that reinvents the warm life between a human and a double ponytail, making people think that Chloe Pictures is preparing a warm and healing work.

The main characters in the plot can also be interspersed with it, so that people can understand the characters and backgrounds.

These costs are nothing to mention to Chloe Films, and then when people are bewildered by the warm and healing short animation, the crew coldly gives them a fatal blow in the feature film.

The hair knife is fast and ruthless.

Song Lan told Lu Xiang the bad news, and he could imagine the scene when the RT6 incarnation of the "fatal blow" ran rampant.

"Isn't that great?"

Lu Xiang gave a different opinion.

"Where's the matter?"

"We can let them start with this heartwarming and healing short animation."

After a pause, she added, "And then they kept reporting them while they were filming the main story until the work was banned, so that all that was left was a warm and healing short animation." ”