Planet Pandora.

Five-Star Federal Republic.

Middle-earth Administrative Region.

July 117.

Countless kilometers of tall buildings are like tentacles stretched out from the earth, reaching out to the vast sky.

Countless high-end magnetic suspension private cars, flying in an orderly manner in the air of tens or ten meters.

Sycamore City. Sycamore Street.

Surrounded by a steel jungle, there is a very low and old residential area, like a forgotten corner.

The exterior walls are very mottled, and the skin of the walls is turned out, and it seems that it will fall off at any time.

Because of work, the old community that Ren Xiangnan rents is a little old, and it is an old building with only eight floors.

There is not even an elevator, and it may be demolished at any time.

He lives in a one-bedroom apartment on the eighth floor, because it is cheap, the monthly rent is only 2,000 administrative dollars.

Hearing the loud noise coming from the TV in the living room, Ren Xiangnan's teeth itched with hatred.

"Do you dare to make a louder TV sound?" He chopped the chopping board like a mountain as if he were about to breathe.

"Don't dare!" The fat man nestled on the sofa in the living room was concise and to the point, ignoring the malicious noise in the kitchen.

Fat man is fat, eighteen. Nine-year-old, shirtless.

He couldn't see his height in the sofa, but judging from his size, he should only be one hundred and eighty pounds if he was visually examined.

Ren Xiangnan walked to the kitchen door, and his angular face now had a pair of very helpless eyes.

staring at this guy who had been beaten up by himself before but became a friend.

"Lao Zhang, I beg you, don't be idle every day, just come to my house to eat?"

"Am I younger than you?"

"Can I come to you every day? I went out to work early. The fat man named Zhang Liang didn't turn his head and stared at the TV.

"Besides, you are a rich second generation, living in seclusion in a small place like ours, why do you still want to look down on people?"

"You don't have to work, and you have money to spend, is it difficult to raise a friend who is less than 200 pounds?"

Zhang Liang turned down the sound of the TV by a notch.

"Eating a woman's is called eating soft rice, I eat yours, who dares to say that I eat soft rice?"

The fat man's righteousness made Ren Xiangnan's head start to hurt.

I knew that there was such a thing, and I stopped selling this goods half a year ago.

It's forgivable to play brotherhood, but it's a little uncomfortable to play a brother who likes to "touch porcelain".

Ren Xiangnan is not a rich second generation in the mouth of a fat man, but a lurker who was appointed as an "agent" by his superiors.

Ten years ago, when I was eight years old, my parents suddenly disappeared after an interstellar mission.

He was brought into the Secret Service by Uncle Ou and has been trained since then.

As for why his parents disappeared, or what happened in them, Ren Xiangnan also investigated for a long time after becoming an agent, but he didn't find any clues, so he felt more and more strange.

His father, Ren Xianji, was the commander of the star cruiser in the Xizhou Administrative Region, and was a colonel in the army before his disappearance.

Mother Ye Yi, an expert in weapons control for interstar cruisers, was a captain before her disappearance.

My father's resume can be found on the agent network, and some missions that are open or cannot be made public can be seen.

It's just that there is no relevant information about the destination and mission nature of the last operation.

Secret!

Sure enough, my parents' mission was strange!

He came to Wutong City for more than a year, in order to keep an eye on a (1R, 2S)-2 production line here.

(1R,2S)-2 is an important ingredient for a psychotropic hallucinogen on the planet Pandora, which can cause hallucinations and gradually erode the human body.

Maybe the superiors didn't expect him to dig out this line, but just let him help and keep an eye on it.

The basic salary of 12,000 administrative coins per month is still paid, and as for the task, heheda.

Ren Xiangnan knew in his heart that his current situation should be described in one word - exile!

"Nannan, I'll just tell you, it's not right for you to run away like this."

Zhang Liang tore open a packet of rat chips—yes, that's right, it's rat chips—and the bite was crisp.

"If you take me back one day, maybe the old man likes to have me as a godson!"

The photos of his parents are all placed in the "Nebula", and he will turn them out from time to time to see, but he has not shown them to the big fat man.

On the desk in the room, there is only one photo of the three of them!

"Get out!" Ren Xiangnan was angry, turned around and went into the kitchen.

Zhang Liang listened to the sound of the chopping board, and his expression was very enjoyable.

"Nannan, don't say it, even you are so good to me, the old man must like me more, and my godson must not have run away."

Dry...... Your sister.

Did Lao Tzu do too many immoral things in his last life, how did he meet such a slut.

Ren Xiangnan scolded secretly, the blade in his hand was deflected, and a piece of skin on his index finger was peeled off.

Blood dripped from the three-toothed wild boar on the cutting board, and the color was not recognizable.

He was about to find a wet tissue to wrap around when he heard a voice ringing in his ears.

"Congratulations on cutting to a small piece of skin, rewarding a lucky star!"

The voice was very crisp, but it was weak, like the words of a three- or four-year-old child.

Hemp wheat husks, all cut to the fingers, still lucky?

Who, come out for me, don't think it's a child and I won't dare to hit you.

Ren Xiangnan looked around, but didn't see anyone.

When I looked at the window ten meters away, I didn't find anyone.

Looking up from the window, you can see various types of flying and private magnetic suspension aircraft.

"Dead fatty, did you just talk to me?"

Ren Xiangnan walked out of the kitchen to the sofa, held his fingers that were still bleeding, and looked down at Zhang Liang, who had changed to a more comfortable position.

Zhang Liang sniffed, looked up, and saw that he seemed to be bleeding, with a sad face.

"I just want to come and have a hard meal with you, as for inviting my aunt to chase me?"

Zhang Liang stood up, a big man of more than one meter and eight, and his eyes stayed on Ren Xiangnan's hand for a moment.

"I'm rubbing, judging from the amount of bleeding, it's just invited!"

Ren Xiangnan stared at Zhang Liang with a dead gaze, his face full of helplessness.

"A little angry, reward a lucky star!" The milky voice rang out again.

Ren Xiangnan looked around, still didn't understand where this voice came from, and felt a little awe-inspiring in his heart.

In the ten years since he joined the Secret Service, he has always felt that his every move is being monitored by others.

When I tried to use the Secret Service's technology to find out the source of the "surveillance", I couldn't find it at all.

Two years ago, when Ren Xiangnan told Uncle Ou that he might be secretly being spied on, Uncle Ou only smiled and said that he was caused by mental stress after the mission.

But Ren Xiangnan obviously saw a trace of doubt or anger in Uncle Ou's eyes at that time.

To this day, he still has this feeling of being watched by someone or something.

It's a very bad feeling!

"Don't look like that, I'll tell you, I don't need that."

Zhang Liang stared at him, probably with a conscience, and squeezed out a trace of embarrassment.

"Why don't I go down and buy it for you? But it's a shame for a big man to buy that kind of thing. ”

Zhang Liang took out two sheets of paper from the carton on the coffee table.

"Make do with it, a big man, you have to come and ask for a hug if you bleed a little, it's not a shame.

If you think about the punch you fought me at that time, my blood flowed a lot more than yours. ”