Marven Ye's heart moved at will, and countless electromagnetic waves were like invisible tentacles, which tightly attached his "tentacles" to Victor's body. item data.
Victor seemed to be really asleep and remained silent.
Two minutes later, the analog portrait artist woke up with a slight trembling of his fingers.
At the same time, in an interrogation room far away from him.
Marven Ye slowly opened his eyes.
The frequent creation of large-scale magnetic fields caused his body to lose strength for a short time, and his spirit began to weaken.
He took a few breaths very low, and covered his sweaty forehead with one hand, blocking the thoughtfulness in his eyes.
"The consciousness is separated from the body, and then you can walk at will. This ability can be regarded as the legendary invisible person."
Marven Ye murmured silently: "Victor Heyman, you must be the leaker we are looking for..."
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The tarmac at Villa Ahn'Qiraj, Houston.
A helicopter landed slowly, and Xing Yuan said goodbye to Angelo, who seemed to be unaware of the bug in the guest room, and his performance was the same as before.
Angelo: "Xing, I wish you good luck."
Xing Yuan nodded, turned and walked towards the helicopter.
There were already a few people in the plane, two of them were wearing a black cloak, and the black uniform near the exit threw him a piece of clothing. Xing Yuan took it and glanced at it, and found the two sitting on the left and right. The black cape is the same style.
The man in uniform and sunglasses said coolly: "Put it on and sit down."
Xing Yuan didn't intend to find fault, he put on the cloak, took two steps in the cabin, and finally sat next to the fat man in the cloak.
The fat man covered his face with a hood, just looking at his figure, this should be the man who came with Pei Ji yesterday.
I don't know if the person next to him is Liu Tianquan.
The helicopter rose slowly, and no one spoke in the cabin, but after a few minutes, the fat man coughed: "That... Are we leaving Houston?"
No one answered him, not even the tall, thin man in the cloak on the other side did not move.
Xing Yuan looked at the cabin under the cover of the hood. In the dim space, in addition to the three men in capes who needed to participate in the ceremony, there were also five private bodyguards in black suits and black sunglasses.
The function of the sunglasses may not only be handsome, he quietly observed the man sitting on the right, and out of the corner of the eye saw lines of text flashing on the inside of the other party's sunglasses, it looked like he was receiving an order from someone.
Fatty: "Uh, I think everyone should have a certain right to know. I'm not saying I'm timid. If I was timid, I wouldn't stay here..."
Before he could finish speaking, a black uniform across from him pulled out a pistol, which was aimed at his forehead.
The rest of the fat man's words were choked in his throat, and everyone couldn't see his face, but it must be very twisted.
Black uniform: "Once on the plane, all actions must be obeyed."
"Now, shut up."
The fat man mustered his courage and stood up: "How dare you—"
Before he could stand up straight, Xing Yuan held his shoulder and whispered to the person opposite, "We know."
The black uniform looked at him sideways, and slowly moved the muzzle back.
Xing Yuan, who had experienced the killing field, could tell that the white man had a murderous aura all over his body just now, and he really planned to leave a few bullets on the fat man.
Fatty died down and sat down again.
He turned his head and kept tidying up the black hem of his clothes with his hands, while muttering softly, "Man, anyway, thank you."
Xing Yuan was noncommittal, just hummed lowly, his eyes still on the black uniform.
They don't look like ordinary bodyguards, but they are rather iron-clad. They may be mercenaries, or they may be private armed forces somewhere.
A few minutes later, the helicopter stopped in another wide field, and the black uniform took up the last person.
Xing Yuan looked through the hood and looked at Liu Tianquan with a vigilant look, and his eyes turned around on everyone in the cabin.
Liu Tianquan didn't recognize him, he also took the cloak and put it on, picked a place with few people, and sat down alone.
The helicopter flew higher and higher, avoiding the radiation range of the radar. The pilot found the flight path and gradually got further and further away from Houston.
Xing Yuan watched as the helicopter they were riding in flew over the ocean.
Fatty couldn't sit still again: "Why do you fly farther and farther... This is almost leaving the United States..."
The expert man next to him also spoke up this time.
"Excuse me, where is our destination?" As if afraid of angering the black uniform, he raised his hands and said slowly, "It can't be a small island in the sea, right?"
The tall man in sunglasses sitting by the door finally looked at them.
"The journey is still long, everyone, be prepared." He said in a rough voice: "Four new gentlemen, if the subsequent initiation ceremony goes well, you will have the honor to go to the SP Institute and see one of them with your own eyes. Some experimental results, and even some crazier stuff."
"So, all the hardships before this should be worth it."
The fat man hesitated: "Including being unable to go to the toilet?"
Man: "I can kick you into the sea."
The fat man stepped back and asked for a second: "Okay. What about three meals? I won't ask for afternoon tea and supper, after all, we may have to sit for a dozen or dozens of small... "
The handle of the gun was firmly held by a large palm wearing tactical gloves, and the muzzle was pointed at the fat man, making him successfully silence again.
The man said: "Before the initiation ceremony is completed, if there are new members who behave differently, or really make me angry, the boss allows me to teach such people some lessons, or give them a gift on their foreheads. bullet."
"You treat newcomers like this?!" Fatty shifted his position: "Okay, I'm just giving my opinion, I... I'm fine if I don't say it."
The man didn't bother to pay attention to him, his eyes showed through the sunglasses and slashed at the four newcomers, and snorted coldly: "The Breaking Dawn Club is not a leisure club, no matter why you join, it's best not to play anything under my nose. Small tricks."
No one answered him, and the man didn't care, he turned the head of the gun and tucked the pistol into the holster at his waist.
Xing Yuan listened to their conversation quietly, without saying a word, his eyes swept across his waist, cuffs and trouser legs.
He took time to see Liu Tianquan again.
The latter sat farther away, straightened his back since he got up, and didn't say a word.
To say that he did this for Xing Yi's sake would be considered blind.
The Liu family's road ahead is not long.
I don't know if Marven Ye had guessed what he was going to do.
Xing Yuan turned to look out the window, thinking of his wife silently in his heart.
Far away in the Union Building in Washington, someone's "wife" was lying on the bed, waiting for the sweat to evaporate and dry.
He gasped for breath, turned his back to the monitor, and wiped the sweat off his face.
Compared with randomly recruiting thunder or something, generating a magnetic field and perceiving everything in this space, this requires him to have more precise control and higher physical attainments.
What's more, in this space, the object he wants to probe is the same as him, a superhuman with supernatural abilities.
Victor Heyman, a mock portrait artist recommended by the Turkish police, once accurately drew the five suspects who made the 'Black May in Ankara' terrorist attack based on eyewitnesses and vague surveillance video.
Later, it was confirmed that these people belonged to an extremist terrorist organization, and three of them were almost identical to those in Victor's portrait after they were arrested and stripped of their disguise.
His amazing painting skills and the capture of criminals' facial features are important credentials for the Turkish police to recommend him to the anti-terrorist alliance.
However, Marven Ye didn't expect that such a "poor student" who ranked third from the bottom would be an invincible ability user.
Could it be that this is the legendary "playing a pig and eating a tiger"
He thought for a while, but in the end he couldn't figure out how to test this kind of person.
Then be bold.
Like, leave a note to scare him, or something...
As a result, Marven Ye used the current to interfere with the monitor and controlled the electromagnetic field to steal the investigator's pen and paper.
He wrote random words, and when no one was paying attention, he secretly transported the note to Victor's interrogation room, quietly squeezed it through the crack of the door, and finally hid it in the other side's folding bed. under the foot of the bed.
The electric current climbed up the iron bedpost of the folding bed, like a small snake dormant under the metal, instantly nailed to the back of the man's hand.
It was as if he had just been stung by static electricity.
Victor's consciousness has drifted to other places again, and this time he was caught off guard and directly beat his mental body back into the body.
"Hmm!" He twitched like a cramp, then opened his eyes sharply.
"What... is it static..." Victor paused on the bed for a while, and muttered with his eyes down: "I was hit by static... back?"
Then he saw the note hidden in the gap.
Has this thing happened before
Victor didn't know why, so he picked it up and unfolded it.
[You were at Otis just now, and I saw you. (Smile)]
The man broke out in a cold sweat.
Marven Ye, who had been paying attention to him, twitched the corners of his mouth and felt the deep relief from his heart after he felt forced.
Come, come, let grandpa play with you.
After the investigators left in the afternoon, Victor received a second piece of paper.
This time it also comes with a pencil.
[Let's talk, use this piece of paper. (Smile)]
Victor pursed his lips, he was still lying on his side, the white paper was hidden by him on the bed in front of his chest, trying not to let the monitor capture the abnormality here.
Using this gesture, he laboriously wrote: [Who are you.]
As soon as he finished writing, the pencil in his hand moved by itself, as if an invisible hand had snatched it away from him.
But Victor prides himself on this, knowing that there is no second invisible man by his side.
[Your kind.]
This is the worst kind of answer. He pursed his lips, thinking in his heart.
Victor: [Where are you?]
Marven Ye sat cross-legged on the bed, raised his hand to say hello to the soldier who came in to deliver the meal, while remotely controlling the pencil, he wrote like a magic stick: [I am everywhere.]
Victor: [Impossible, I don't feel that there is anyone else in this room.]
Marven Ye: [There is no way, because I am strong, remember to call me senior.]
Victor: [Stop playing quizzes, who are you?]
Marven Ye wrote while eating: [Young man, don't be so irritable, come, take a bite of dinner and calm down.]
Victor raised his head, and someone outside just opened the door and walked in with dinner.
The pencil fell to the ground from mid-air, and rolled itself to the foot of the bed. The white paper also folded itself into a small square, and slammed into Victor's shirt to hide.
The soldier put the plate on the table: "Mr. Victor, this is today's dinner."
Victor: "… "
The piece of paper was attached to his lower back, like a warm dog skin plaster, which made people feel both anxious and uneasy.
The author has something to say: Victor's power is similar to out-of-body or out-of-body consciousness =-=
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#### The duel from the psychic ####
Victor: [Who are you and where are you and what do you want to do? !]
Marven Ye: [Don't be nervous, I won't take the initiative to molest you.]
Victor: [I will call you if you write a message again!]
Marven Ye: [Don't call if you have the ability, just take it off.]
Victor: [I dare to take it off, you dare to see it?]
Marven Ye: [I dare to see that you dare to take off?]
Victor & Marven Ye: Shit, I really don’t dare.