Cao Huan's awe-inspiring temperament was different from that of the other guards. Seeing the laziness, Marven Ye didn't dare to take it lightly. After saying hello, he stopped talking to him, and turned his head to chat with Ding Nian.
It was mainly Ding Nian who was talking to him, as if he wanted to correct his current idle work attitude. After talking for a while, he began to worry about the love life of the young man, and bluntly said that if Marven Ye hasn't found a partner, she can help him look at each other.
Marven Ye: "… "
"No, Sister Ding, you're still single now, why can't it be my turn." He waved his hands with a dry smile: "I'm still young, so I'm not in a hurry..."
Ding Nian thought thoughtfully: "Well, that's true. Men are more attractive when they are over 30. Xiaoye can work hard for a few more years and settle himself down, which is also very good."
At this time, a guard in the hotel led the hotel receptionist into the Chinese restaurant, and the receptionists pushed the dining cart and put a series of exquisite meals on the table.
In fact, there are also in-flight meals on the plane, but the talented Marven Ye and Xing Yuan spent several hours in the house, and at this time they were also hungry. As soon as Marven Ye picked up the chopsticks, he saw the man beside him call the waiter, and then brought a bowl of rice from the dining car and placed it in front of him.
Marven Ye: "???"
Ding Nian: "Brother Cao, is one pot enough, should I ask the waiter to bring two more pots?"
Cao Huan tossed the bowl of rice, as if weighing the weight, and then nodded: "Two more bowls."
Ding Nian: "I just looked at the menu. They also have Yangchun noodles. Don't eat rice all the time. It's better to eat some noodles instead."
Cao Huan snorted: "Then a pot of rice and a pot of noodles."
Ding Nian really waved and explained it to the waiter.
Waiter: "… "
Marven Ye: "… "
He asked with difficulty: "Cao... Brother Cao eats so much, can't he panic?"
Ding Nian seemed to be used to it, covered his mouth and smiled: "Brother Cao just has a good appetite."
Marven Ye said in his heart, this is more than just a good appetite, this is a rice bucket! Literally the kind!
After the rice came to the table, Cao Huan's attention was all on the matter of eating. No matter how Marven Ye and Ding Nian were discussing, they were not moved at all. In less than five minutes, a pot of rice was enough. All in the stomach.
And it was pure rice, so he didn't have a few mouthfuls of dishes to go with it.
Marven Ye: "… "
Is this really the king of soldiers in the northern theater? Is the northern theater so short of food
Marven Ye simply didn't want to admit that he had regarded Cao Huan as the focus of his attention before, for fear that the other party would show his dazzling eyes and find out that he was a hidden trump card.
Now…
He looked at the soldier king who had his head plunged into the rice bowl, and silently turned his gaze back.
I always feel that if I keep watching, the worldview needs to be refreshed again.
But even if this soldier king looks really unexpected, his strength is still terrifying, it is better to be careful.
The dinner ended in such a calm and friendly atmosphere.
Because there was an economic and trade meeting the next day, no one was drinking at the dinner table. After the meal, a group of diplomats and the assistants of the four entrepreneurs left first, and the waiter led everyone to the hotel conference hall.
These people have to take advantage of the evening time for the last round of communication.
Marven Ye looked at Cao Huan, who was still burying his head and eating hard, and then looked at the people at the main table who were still chatting happily. He felt that he couldn't stay any longer, so he simply put down the dishes, said to Ding Nian, and got up and went out. Dining room.
This is the second floor of the hotel. When Marven Ye came out, he saw several American soldiers in uniform. These people were eating at a western restaurant not far away. When they saw someone looking over, the soldiers waved their hands in a friendly manner and said, "Hua Country, kung fu, first-class!"
Marven Ye twitched the corners of his mouth, and waved at them: "America, Iron Man, what?"
Several soldiers laughed suddenly, gave him a thumbs up, and walked away with guns.
Marven Ye watched them turn into another corridor, thought for a while, and still took the elevator back to his room.
Hanging the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the handle, Marven Ye entered the room and locked the door, then snapped his fingers lightly, and he disappeared into the Xinhua Hotel's guest room.
Seconds later, he appeared in a heavily guarded building.
This is the US branch of the Anti-Terrorism Alliance. Marven Ye lived here for a few months, so he is quite familiar with the structure and location of the building.
At this time, he was in an unmanned bathroom, sitting on the toilet lid in the innermost compartment, and plugged the latch.
From the moment he arrived, the lighting facilities in the building flickered inexplicably. Many people noticed that the overhead lights were on and off, but they didn't care, and continued with the business at hand.
Marven Ye took advantage of this gap to quietly expand his power grid outwards.
Electric field generation.
The magnetic field spreads out.
His "eyes" are in almost all areas.
Marven Ye sat cross-legged, tapped lightly on the knee with one finger, and slowly closed his eyes.
Soon, he found the purpose of this trip.
On the fifth basement floor of the Anti-Terrorism Alliance Building, in a heavily guarded solitary cell.
Victor Heyman lay in the middle of the room with his eyes closed.
He wears a peculiarly shaped helmet on his head. His hands and feet are fixed on the metal bed. A lot of red, green and green wires are connected to the helmet, and the other end is connected to more than a dozen machines standing around the room. instrument.
Some of these instruments are recording his physical values, some are monitoring his mental state, and some are inhibiting his active cranial nerves, preventing Victor from transmitting information to the outside world through his soul body.
When Marven Ye's magnetic field was poured in, the dials of all the instruments were chaotic for a nanosecond.
The error was so small that none of the staff in charge of overseeing Victor noticed the problem.
Marven Ye observed the situation in the confinement room, and after a while, a small amount of electricity climbed into the helmet along the wires and stung Victor's cerebral cortex.
The man's fingers trembled slightly, as if he felt something.
The monitoring equipment received his changes, and the dial jumped, but the data was tampered with by outsiders when it was sent to the monitoring personnel. The monitoring personnel finally saw a series of forged detection records and entered them into the form very naturally.
"Is there any leader coming to see this guy tonight?"
"I just came here in the afternoon, and it won't come by convention."
"That's good. Speaking of which, Martin went to the restaurant for a meal and didn't come back for so long. I really starved to death."
"It's a mistake to expect him to bring food back. Hey man, get me another coffee, thanks, I think I really need this right now..."
The recorder handed over the can of coffee, took a moment to glance at the computer, and muttered, "Oh, I really don't want to sit here stupidly facing a man, watching him sleep all day long, feeling like I'm about to change. become a pervert."
Another sneered: "It should be something exciting, such as the ability user suddenly broke in to save the companion, you and I fought with him to the death, killing and killing, and finally captured all the two ability users and smashed them. A grand conspiracy to overturn the world."
The recorder laughed: "That's too exciting hahaha!"
Marven Ye: "… "
Very good, the guy has a lot of ideas, I will help you realize the first half of your wish later.
He ignored the two monitors who were imagining the future in the monitoring room next door, and focused all his attention on Victor Heyman, whose eyes were still closed in the confinement room.
Because of the stimulation of the current just now, Victor's cranial nerves became active, and the detection equipment could not give feedback and prevent him from awakening in time. Marven Ye waited for a while, and gradually felt that there was another person in the room.
It is Victor's third consciousness.
The man was still a little dazed. Marven Ye was manipulating the magnetic field. The third consciousness was very sensitive to the magnetic field. Victor immediately felt the changes in the room.
His conscious body gradually became sober, and when he discovered that he had actually left his body during the imprisonment, a trace of ecstasy appeared on the man's face.
Marven Ye's magnetic field wrapped him in an instant, and before Victor's mouth twitched, he realized that his body was stung by a sudden electric current.
Victor: "???"
After being electrocuted five or six times, Victor finally couldn't bear it any longer. His consciousness circled around his body, and he opened his mouth and shouted, "What's going on, who is making up mysteries!"
Because he is a conscious body, no normal human being can hear his words.
Marven Ye couldn't hear either.
He just avoided the range of the surveillance probe, "smuggled" a piece of paper and a ballpoint pen again, and placed these things in front of Victor's conscious body.
Victor: "... "Wait, this scene seems familiar? ?
Seeing that the pen moved on its own, Victor took two steps back, remembering the horror he had once dominated by it.
[Hi, little rookie~]
Victor: "No... no no, I must be still dreaming... yes, those guys must be hypnotizing me... these are all fake, all fake... "
His first reaction was to look up at several surveillance probes on the wall, but then he found that the paper appeared in a very clever position, a blind spot captured by several surveillance cameras.
[I know you can see it, come on little rookie, pick up the pen, we need a medium that can communicate.]
[PS: If you want me to electrocute your body into smoked meat, you can choose to ignore them╮(╯▽╰)╭]
Victory shivered when the maliciousness between the words hit his face.
He hesitated for a few seconds, but still held the pen that was suspended in a trembling manner.
Victor: [What do you want to do...]
Marven Ye: [I miss you, alright~]
Victor: "… "
He suddenly realized that behind these seemingly provocative words, he must want to express the meaning of "I want to hit you, so I came in to see you".
Victor: [What do you want?]
Marven Ye didn't play with him anymore, the pen was still in the hands of Victor's soul body, but it moved without his control.
[Rookie, give you a chance to be a new person, do you want it?]
Victor: "… what?"
Of course Marven Ye couldn't hear what he was saying, and just continued to write: [You have two paths to choose from.]
[Article 1, continue to stay here, accept the interrogation of officials one after another, wear a heavy suppression helmet every day, be brought into the laboratory by the researcher, and keep recalling all the valuable experiments that have been experienced and seen in SP information.]
[You will spend the rest of your life here, working hard for this group of Yankees, and you will not be able to reciprocate.]
Victor bit his thumb impatiently, but since he is only a conscious body now, he can't really bite anything.
Being able to pick up a ballpoint pen and write has consumed most of his strength.
"I don't want this," he thought. "I'm a jerk, but I really don't want this."
[And, Article 2.]
Victor lowered his head and saw that the pen moved again.
[I can help you escape, clear the 'tail' that is chasing you, and provide you with a safe place to live. When necessary, you may need some of my shelter very much.]
Victor watched the typography vigilantly, and after a while, he picked up the pen and wrote: [You can't help me for nothing, what do you want from me?]
Marven Ye: [I want your ability to be used by me.]
The author has something to say: #####Short Little Theater######
Victor [desperate]: "Why is it you again!"
Marven Ye [touches his chin]: "I always feel that this sentence seems familiar."
Liu Tianquan: "...Isn't that what I complained about in the first two chapters?"