At 9:20 in the evening, in the data monitoring room of a power station, a man in his thirties sat at the table and carefully checked the report sheets.
There were also several young men in uniform standing next to him, while the man was reading the report, the young man on the right whispered: "Deputy team, he is now supplying power to two first-tier cities at the same time, this ability is absolutely no problem, you see ...is it okay to make him stop?"
The man sitting in the chair thought for a while and replied, "Well, wait. Maybe, he can go further..."
Ten minutes later, the phone on the table rang, and one of them went to answer it. After a while, he turned around and said, "Five."
The man finally said, "Stop."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"Shaoyuan, you will contact him tomorrow." The man stood up, pressed between his eyebrows, and folded the pages of information into his pocket: "His name is... Marven Ye, right?"
Li Shaoyuan nodded quickly: "Yes."
"For the time being, we can relax the supervision of him, don't follow so closely, lest his emotions rebound, which is not good for us." The middle-aged man pondered: "In addition, let's see if anyone else is staring at him, if so, first Don't startle the snake."
"Yes, vice squad!"
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In the bathroom of the rental room, Marven Ye took a handful of clean water and poured it on his face, then shook his head, barely opening his eyes.
It's past three in the morning now.
Marven Ye vaguely remembers looking at his phone before going to bed, September 12th.
He opened the phone on the sink with one finger and glanced at the screen.
September 15, 3:25 in the morning.
"I slept for two days and two nights?" he whispered to himself.
He supplied electricity to five cities the night before, and when he walked out of the power station, his legs were soft.
After the five-hour test, several plainclothes detectives who accompanied him drove him back, Marven Ye thanked him, and he almost knelt beside the shoe cabinet after closing the door.
Fortunately, he was the only tenant in this room, otherwise others might see him and think he was doing something strange.
After returning, Marven Ye didn't wash his face or take off his clothes, and fell asleep on the sofa.
When I woke up again, it was the early morning of the 15th.
That group of people specially chose to invite him over on Friday night. Could it be that they were afraid that he would be so exhausted that he would not be able to get up the next day, delaying work hours
That's really considerate. Marven Ye thought casually.
He was still wearing that wrinkled light-colored plaid shirt, propped up the sink with both hands, and looked at himself in the mirror with the soft light in the toilet.
Marven Ye is 26 years old this year. His face is sharp and angular, and his peach blossom eyes look like electric lights on everyone, quite a bit of "looking forward to romance".
In addition, the three-year experience in the job has made him lose the immature feeling of being a student, and his eyebrows have the handsome temperament of a mature man.
And because he majored in fashion design, he had some romantic and fashionable artistic cells in his bones, Marven Ye deliberately kept shoulder-length hair, and usually tied a hair tie in a small braid at the back of his head. But after all, he was not the kind of man with a delicate mind. Marven Ye had braids and didn't want to take care of them, so he just tugged his hair twice every time, so his hairstyle always looked messy.
Fortunately, he looks handsome, and how to tie his hair has a different kind of beauty.
His figure is not particularly tall. Although he is not a muscular man, his limbs are slender and powerful, and he is by no means comparable to an ordinary weak otaku.
At this time, he looked in the mirror, not paying attention to the messy hair and shirt after sleeping for two days, but looking at his own eyes.
Those black eyes were frighteningly bright, Marven Ye moved closer to the mirror, lifted his eyelids, and only looked at the pupils in the iris.
呲—
A cluster of thin blue currents swept along the pupillary sphincter and disappeared under the eyelids.
After a few minutes, the blue light flashed again, and it went to the other side.
Marven Ye looked at the mirror for a long time, sighed, then he fumbled in the pockets of his jacket and jeans for a long time, and finally took out a pair of black-rimmed glasses.
Spread the temples and place them on the bridge of your nose.
The thin lenses block in front of the eyes, hiding the flashes of lightning arcs that flash from time to time.
The mobile phone placed on the sink made a series of pleasant ringtones, Marven Ye picked it up and looked at it, and found that it was a low battery reminder.
He clicked his tongue, stretched out his index finger and poked the USB port, the screen lit up, and the phone immediately displayed "charging".
He controlled the amount of current output, and in a short while he fully charged the phone, which took less than ten seconds.
This series of actions has been done smoothly, it can be seen that it is not the first time that they have done this.
Marven Ye returned to the bedroom with his mobile phone in his hand, took off his dirty clothes two or three times, and threw them into the front-loading washing machine on the balcony, then turned around and threw himself into the soft bed.
The night before yesterday, he had a big ticket, which made him look like he had a kidney deficiency. After sleeping all day and night, he was still exhausted, but when he woke up, he was extremely active.
He held the phone to his face, checking for missed calls and various unread messages.
Most of them were friends who told him to go out on weekends, and a few were messages from colleagues in the company informing him to work overtime on weekends. It was followed by dozens of calls from the design director, most of which were a deadly serial CALL urging him to the office.
Marven Ye: "..." Come on, I didn't wake him up after so many calls, and I will definitely be beaten by the director when I go to work tomorrow.
After thinking about it for a long time, he still held the phone in his hand, clicked on the missed call column, looked at a string of the same number on it, and simply swiped his finger and dialed it.
The first call was pinched, and he dialed it again. After a few beeps in the receiver, the person on the other side finally picked up the phone.
"Hao'er," Marven Ye said lovingly, "Are you asleep?"
The person on the other end of the phone was half awake, and after taking time to look at the time, he immediately yelled, "Nima at 3:30 in the morning... Marven Ye, if you have nothing important, I'm going to miss work tomorrow, and I will drive a special car to beat you up. pause!"
Marven Ye: "Hey, I have business affairs, don't get excited, take a deep breath, take a deep breath—"
"Sigh your sister!" Yue Haojue also woke up: "What's the matter with you, I called you on Friday afternoon, especially for two days, and I couldn't get through last night, I almost called the police, you know? !"
Marven Ye was interviewed by a certain department of the State Special Affairs Department on Friday afternoon, during which time all communication equipment was confiscated, and the group of plainclothes did not return his backpack to him until he returned from the power station. Even if he hadn't fallen asleep for two whole days because of the excessive power generation, and with the confidentiality agreement signed with the group before, Marven Ye had to hold back no matter how much he wanted to show off to others.
Even if the other party is a college classmate who has always had a good relationship with him, he can only keep silent at this time.
Therefore, he could only vaguely say: "I... went to do a big thing, benefiting tens of millions of compatriots, and bringing light to countless families."
Yue Hao: "..."
Marven Ye: "I think, I may be the reincarnation of Thor..."
Yue Hao: "I'll go to your uncle. Please make up nonsense more reliably. You are sleepwalking in the middle of the night. I'll hang up again..."
Marven Ye: "Oh, I may have to resign."
Yue Hao: "I'm going to fuck you... what's the deal?!"
There was a crackling riot over there. Marven Ye guessed that the goods might have rolled under the bed. After a while, Yue Hao probably got up and scolded: "What did I say, you want to resign? Who was it? When Siflex was hired, I was so happy that I almost burst into tears. Last week, you said that you were assigned a big project, and I haven’t seen you for a few days, so you told me to resign?!”
Marven Ye: "Alas, people are not as good as heaven..."
Yue Hao: "Fuck you, speak human words."
Marven Ye: "...It's hard to say a word."
The two were silent for a while, and Yue Hao sighed over there: "Okay, let's find a place after get off work today, let's sit down and have a good chat."
Marven Ye: "Hey."
After hanging up the phone, Marven Ye got up from the bed, changed into his sports clothes, put on his phone key and change and left the rental room, then started a morning run around the Civic Park next to the apartment building.
He likes to do some aerobic exercise, which is also the difference between him and other young people who are engaged in design.
At 5:30 in the morning, Marven Ye finished his morning run, bought a breakfast by the way, and then returned to his rental room in S City.
He was originally from City W, but he came to City S for his studies. After graduation, he returned to City W and joined a good fashion design company. In July last year, he jumped to join the world's top 500 companies, and the Severus branch in China has returned to this prosperous metropolis.
After living here for a long time, and finally saving some money, Ye Wenxuan simply found a rental room with a good environment near the company, with two bedrooms, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom, and a large balcony overlooking the Civic Park. Although expensive, it is indeed much more comfortable than a four-person staff dormitory.
Throwing breakfast on the table, Marven Ye took off his sportswear and got into the bathroom to take a battle shower.
The stagnant water overflowed the floor of the bathroom and gradually flowed towards the water retaining strip at the door.
The arcs of lightning visible to the naked eye flashed away from the surface of the water, and strange blue-blue electric lights adhered to the surface of the water, centered on the young man who was washing his hair with his eyes closed under the shower, flashing and wandering radially.
The water quivered and stopped two centimeters in front of the water barrier.
Electricity squeezes around it, directing the water in the direction of the drain.
"Thorn."
The incandescent lamp in the bathroom flickered twice for no apparent reason, making a "呲呲" sound.
Marven Ye washed his hair, wiped his face with one hand, and opened his eyes.
The moment he opened his eyes, all the electric lights retracted into his body without a trace of spillage.
The incandescent lamp is back to normal and no longer "squeaky".
The stagnant water flowed in all directions again, and was finally blocked by the water barrier.
Marven Ye sighed in relief, twisted the switch of the water heater, turned around and picked up the towel and started wiping his body.
In the damp mist, the man's body was looming.
It can be vaguely seen that his skin is fair and smooth, his legs are particularly long, his shoulders are wide and his hips are narrow, and a thin layer of muscles is attached to his upper arms and thighs. Although it is not as exaggerated as the bodybuilders in the gym, no matter who he is. Seeing such a body, I can probably only cover my nose and praise him: "This man is really sexy."
Stretching the five fingers into the hair behind the head, and throwing the water droplets away, a small amount of electric current also flew out, hitting the wall with a "crack", and then silently disintegrated into the air.
The author has something to say:
This article still continues the setting of the National Special Affairs Department, removing the 19th and 20th bureaus for parasitic beasts, and the first 18 are changed from "departments" to "groups", that is, the special affairs department has 18 groups, but The minister is still Rowan, I just don't want names, yeah.
And, although Ye Xiaoshou can't compare to the beauty of the prosperous world, but his appearance is very good, hee hee hee hee (/▽╲)
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#####The first chapter of the small theater is Minister Luo who has not yet received the script #####
Zhou Fang: "The big thing is bad, the head of our special affairs department is gone."
He Feizhang: "What?! Who is so arrogant to kidnap Minister Luo in front of me, an S-level master!"
All 20 bureaus of the special affairs department were dispatched, and they couldn't find their boss Rowan after searching for several days.
Sitting in the special affairs department building of another article, Luo Wen looked confused: "What's the situation? What about the parasitic beast? What about the parasite? The Chinese Knight Rider is a magic horse??"