"The whereabouts of several team members who went to the Middle East are still unknown. For their safety, please also understand the alliance's self-inspection operation." The investigator slowly said: "The sooner the leaker is found, the more hope they will survive. a little."
Hearing him mention this, Marven Ye immediately said sternly: "I hope to find the leaker as soon as possible, and I will try my best to cooperate with the work."
The two investigators nodded to him, packed up and turned to leave.
The door was locked from the outside, and the surveillance probe turned a few times and re-aimed at the only man in the room.
Marven Ye looked left and right to see that there was nothing wrong, so he got up and walked to the corner to study the folding bed.
After a few minutes, he unfolded the folding bed, leaned the bed against the wall, and then rolled over and lay on it.
There were no outsiders at this time, and he could quietly recall the previous phone call with Xing Yuan.
The last few words of the man were inexplicable, but they seemed to have no deeper meaning.
"Lao Xing mentioned two names, who is Yuwei and... Kunton?" He folded his hands behind his head and thought with his eyes closed, "Yuwei... South Sudan... Quinton... Kun... What the hell is this Quinton? Which onion?"
Having a hole in the thigh and meeting Yuwei, these are all things that happened in the town of Collum in South Sudan.
"What did he want to tell me?" Marven Ye thought: "The Ysera rebels have greatly shrunk their power today, and it is impossible to regain their strength, and this Quinton..."
The hole in the thigh was wounded by the super soldier made by the plumber.
Wait, Plumber, Mario
His eyelids jumped, but because of the surveillance probe, he restrained him from opening it, and only quickly brainstormed.
Xing Yuan couldn't really leave because of a nonsense phone call from him. He was more likely to fly to Washington, or stay in Houston, and maybe choose to go back to China, but in Shicai's call, he said that he might want to find this guy. "Quinton" duel.
Quinton…
"Oh, I remember, Lao Xing mentioned it when he was reporting to the special affairs department." Marven Ye closed his eyes and muttered in his heart: "Kunton, an ordinary soldier in Ysera's army, was in Mario and When Ysera came into contact, she was used as a test subject of Super Soldier No. 3 and passed the experiment of injecting reagents..."
"Why did he mention Quinton, twice?"
Could it be... Xing Yuan met someone from SP Research Institute again
He murmured: "How come at this time..."
For a whole night, the two men who were separated by more than 2,000 kilometers tossed and turned over the situation the other might encounter, and couldn't sleep all night.
On the second day, the weather was fine.
Marven Ye stayed alone in a single room with nothing but the bed and table, and ate breakfast quietly.
The leaker hadn't been found, until the lunch was cleaned up by the soldiers and taken out. The two investigators sat opposite him again, and Marven Ye determined the answer he wanted from the tired expressions of the two.
Marven Ye: "Hi, Rhodes, the case is not going well?"
The older detective sighed: "Not all the team members will cooperate with us, there are a few freaks here, and seriously, I've been losing my hair since yesterday. If we don't find the leaker, I'm afraid It will really become a Mediterranean in a week."
He was witty, but neither of the other two in the room could quite laugh.
Rhodes: "Come on, let's start today's section."
Marven Ye: "Although I want to say, it's really a waste of time here. But well... I also hope to find the spy soon... "
Two hours later, Rhodes and his assistant closed the door and turned to another interrogation room.
Marven Ye returned to the bed, closed his eyes and rested.
More than a dozen electric currents climbed down the bed and into the floor. In the blink of an eye, the electric currents had already rushed out for a distance of tens of meters. They followed the footsteps of the guards and quietly entered one of the interrogation rooms.
The electric current roams all corners of the room, and gradually, an electric field emerges from nothing, generates a magnetic field, and then draws the whole room into it.
Marven Ye closed his eyes slightly, and the scene in another room gradually emerged in his mind.
The investigators inside were not Rhodes, but two younger white men.
On the other side sat Harlan York.
This person, Marven Ye, had never dealt with, and was an old member who was recommended by the Turkish government. He was withdrawn and not very gregarious.
Under the shroud of the magnetic field, the voices of several people entered Marven Ye's ears, slightly distorted.
Investigator: "On July 4th, where have you been and who have you met?"
Harlan was expressionless and didn't speak.
Investigator: "Harlan, you must know that only by cooperating with us can you clear the suspicion as soon as possible."
Harlan's eyes turned to him: "Work together?"
Investigator: "Yes..."
Harlan: "To cooperate with you, I want me to act as a humanoid computer to help you remember all the people you have met in the past month and everything they have done, including eating, burping, farting, and shit."
"Then, you will record them in your interrogation file, pretending that you have watched these surveillances, and take all the details that I have painstakingly recalled on yourself?"
The investigator was speechless and pointed a finger to the top of his head: "There are monitors here, how could I do this!"
Harlan scoffed, "Yo, that thing stopped lighting half an hour ago, didn't your guys turn it off?"
The investigator was a little embarrassed: "You—"
Harlan looked at him with a pair of dead fish eyes: "I've only been to the office area and the training room this month, and the rest of the time is in the dormitory. You know I'm fine, but if you want to be clever, take my shortcut."
He snorted, "Stupid."
Marven Ye suddenly thought that Lucia had mentioned Harun York's ability to him.
Harlan York, he has a super memory and can remember everything he has experienced. As long as he is given a date, he can recall all the trivial matters that happened that day, including what he was thinking at the time, as well as the performance and conversations of passersby around him.
This is incredible. Harlan has been subjected to various studies by neuroscientists since he was 9 years old, and these studies, of course, are within safe limits and with the permission of Harlan himself and his guardians.
Marven Ye didn't know if this was considered an ability, but the people in the anti-terrorist alliance didn't care about it. No colleague expressed surprise and admiration for this special talent, which can be called superpower. How beautiful, many people even slightly resented him.
At this moment, Marven Ye saw Harun's talent for hating people through his superpowers.
The current exited the room like a tide, Marven Ye no longer paid attention to Harun, directed his little "tentacles", and invaded another interrogation room next door again.
This time he saw Joyce Zackley, a Ph.D. in science and engineering that Zheng Xingguo had brought to his attention.
Joyce is recalling with difficulty: "I have to think about it... I've been thinking about all kinds of physical formulas lately. When I was on the 4th... uh, it seemed to be in the laboratory all the time..."
Investigator: "What about No. 5?"
Joyce: "I feel like I'm still in the lab..."
The investigator picked up a pen and wrote a few words: "No. 6?"
Joyce: "…lab?"
The investigator didn't write this time, and she raised her head: "Dr. Joyce, do you remember what you did yesterday?" After speaking, she added: "Except for the part in the laboratory."
Joyce thought about it for a long time: "I... get up in the room and walk up the aisle to the laboratory. After work is over, I walk up the aisle back to the dormitory."
Investigator: "..."
Marven Ye: "… "
Joyce saw her expression was not very good, and she was a little embarrassed, and said cautiously: "I'm sorry, I'm not very good at daily life, usually Arthur takes care of me."
The investigator said weakly: "I have found it."
Marven Ye felt as if a layer of cold dog food had been smeared on his face, and he silently removed the magnetic field while thinking about the days when he abused single dogs with Xing Yuan.
In the third room was Emily, the girl with her legs crossed on the table, asking for cigarettes from the two detectives who could be her fathers.
The investigator was helpless: "Ma'am, please put your legs down, your underwear is showing."
Emily: "Uncle, are my panties nice? Can you give me a cigarette this time?"
Investigator: "Sorry, no."
In the fourth interrogation room, Arthur was honestly explaining to his investigators what he had done.
"Get up early to do morning exercises with Demps, buy breakfast, go to wake Joyce up, give him breakfast, take him to the lab, and then I can go back to the office." Arthur recalled seriously: "Sometimes I went to In the training room, if Darcy doesn't send a mission, I will also exercise my physical fitness, familiarize myself with various firearms, and find the feel... Then I will buy lunch at noon, and buy an extra copy for Joyce... At night, I will take Joyce out for dinner and send him back to the room. …”
Investigator: "… continue."
Marven Ye: "..." Another piece of dog food, hiccup.
In the fifth interrogation room, Victor Heyman is saying goodbye to the two investigators who questioned him.
This Turk and Marven Ye were the latest batch of people to enter the core group of the alliance, and the two had similar results in the graduation assessment, so Marven Ye still remembered him.
After all, one is the fourth from the bottom and the other is the third from the bottom. They are all brothers and sisters.
Although Victor is a man, like Marven Ye, he also has shoulder-length hair. But he always wears his hair and doesn't remember to clean it, which makes him look a little greasy and not many people like to deal with.
He usually has no sense of presence in the group, and is a simulated portrait artist.
Marven Ye passed through the field of magnetic field and saw him watching the investigator leave, and then, like himself, lay on the folding bed in the corner.
This is nothing unusual, and there are two monitors watching here.
Marven Ye controlled the current and instantly entered the next room.
He was quite familiar with him, and it was the French policeman Otis who was sitting on the left at the meeting yesterday, with a melancholy expression on his face.
Marven Ye looked at Otis, and resisted not extending his "tentacles" to electrocute the soles of his feet.
Then he was ready to leave.
At this moment, there seems to be some changes in the magnetic field.
His breath stagnated, and the current poured into the room again, spreading in all directions in an instant, tying the interrogation room firmly in the center.
Through the field of absolute magnetic field, Marven Ye clearly felt that there was an extra person in this interrogation room.
Otis sat facing the door, opposite the investigator and his assistant.
The electrons moved regularly in the air, and Marven Ye felt everything in the house. He "saw" a man sitting cross-legged on the table, looking down at the investigator's assistant to write records.
The other three were unaware of it.
His heart skipped a beat, and an idea popped into his head.
stranger
The person sitting cross-legged, turned a blind eye to the charge that was about to stir in the air.
Marven Ye was apprehensive, for fear of being detected by the likeness of the suspected superhuman, the electric charge in the magnetic field moved slowly, depicting the "invisible man" invisible to Otis and the investigators.
His brows twitched, and hundreds of electric currents came out of his body, instantly covering the entire building.
In several nearby buildings, all communication equipment briefly failed, and then resumed operation within two seconds.
The electric field completely controlled the entire building at a certain moment. They quickly searched for the target. After locking on the abnormal human beings in the biological field, they quickly withdrew like a tide. Marven Ye left only a handful of "tentacles" and stopped on the ground. In front of an interrogation room on the third floor.
Miniature electric field generation.
Magnetic field generation.
Everything in the room appeared in his eyes.
The taciturn Turkish man was still lying on his side on the bed, his back to the door, his head resting on his elbows, his eyes closed and a deep sleep.
The author has something to say: The magnetic field perception ability that appears in the article is purely fictional, it is a product of YY, and cannot be studied in detail _(:з"∠)_
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#####On how to quickly become a scholar #####
Marven Ye: "Hmph, don't mess with me, I know the secrets of all of you."
Joyce: "Tell me?"
Marven Ye: "The underwear you are wearing today is Arthur's."
Joyce: "… "
Arthur hesitated: "Jojo, I didn't expect you to have such a hobby, it doesn't matter, I'll go buy a few more..."
Joyce yelled, "No! I just got the formula wrong... No, Arthur, why are your panties in my closet!?"
Arthur: "Let it feel the breath of a scholar, maybe I will become smarter if I wear it again. (*/ω＼*)"
Yeh & Joyce: So why are you blushing.