The Secret Service director froze in place.
He stared with wide eyes at the figure in front of him in disbelief, his whole body trembling with fear.
… He never dreamed that he would see Zhan Chen again.
Especially in this situation.
The director of the Secret Service Bureau couldn't make any sound. He seemed to be nailed to the spot, watching Zhan Chen walk to the sofa that appeared in the corner of the hall at some point, and gently put the sleeping boy down on his back.
Zhan Chen was still wearing his old military uniform with a white background and gold decoration, with the buttons neatly fastened. The fitted uniform outlined his narrow and neat waistline, and his figure showed his tall and straight figure.
The director of the Secret Service turned pale as he stared at the lingering figure and swallowed hard.
Zhan Chen said... his storm was sleeping.
Is that boy who looks like a student Electronic Storm? Is that the "thing" that he has been trying so hard to find, spending a lot of manpower and resources
Zhan Chen has indeed obtained the electronic storm. Will Zhan Chen use the electronic storm to kill him
Zhan Chen will appear in the game. Does he have any special powers? What special powers can bring people back to life after death? After Zhan Chen's death, his body was handed over to the research institute by himself...
The director of the Secret Service Bureau met Zhan Chen's gaze, and his pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly.
"You're not dead?" The Secret Service Director finally regained his voice. His chest rose and fell, and his voice was hoarse as if he had swallowed a pound of iron sand. "It was a misunderstanding at the time. I didn't know... Did you come back to find him? I won't disturb you..."
Zhan Chen frowned slightly.
He looked up at Sui Zhengfan, wanting to ask about the specific circumstances before they came: "Coach Sui, you—"
The director of the Secret Service Bureau raised his head, the fear in his eyes was completely suppressed by cruelty, he gritted his teeth and suddenly pounced towards Zhan Chen.
Sui Zhengfan shouted: "Little bastard!"
The director of the Secret Service Bureau was also a former action agent. He was frightened by the sight of Zhan Chen alive in front of him, and instead used all his strength. He shook off Sui Zhengfan who was trying to stop him, and held Zhan Chen, who was standing there, hostage.
He didn't know when he had a gun in his hand, and the muzzle was pressed firmly against Zhan Chen's temple.
Sui Zhengfan pressed the wound on his body and stared at the director of the Special Service Bureau, his eyes almost spitting fire: "Don't you recognize this clothes? This is someone from the Special Investigation Department!"
"Of course I recognize him... Not only was he from the Special Investigations Division, he was also seconded to the Secret Service and died in a mission many years ago."
The director of the Secret Service Bureau stared at Sui Zhengfan, grinning, with an almost crazy look: "But look, he is alive again, isn't he?"
Sui Zhengfan's expression suddenly froze and his eyes were fixed on Zhan Chen.
"He must have superpowers. Those people used him as a human experiment, and he must have gained superpowers during the experiment."
The director of the Secret Service Bureau murmured in a low voice: "I didn't know there was a superpower of resurrection. I want this superpower. With this, I can survive..."
Sui Zhengfan noticed something strange, looked at his wife, and his expression changed slightly.
…
He was chosen by the game and pulled from the laboratory to the orphanage, but was followed all the way by the Secret Service officers who were wandering between the walls.
After entering the orphanage, the director of the Secret Service suddenly possessed his body and threatened them at gunpoint, demanding that Sui Zhengfan hand over the life-saving card that could teleport people out of the game.
He was caught off guard and suffered a great loss. I thought the Secret Service Director's ability was to nullify the gun, but now it seems...
"Now it seems that the gun is what can negate the superpowers."
Zhan Chen asked: "Director, you can deprive other people of their superpowers and turn them into your own... Do you do that by killing them?"
"So what?" The Secret Service director said strangely, "Are you going to report me to the Security Bureau again?"
Zhan Chen raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Why do you think I wanted you dead in the first place? Because you were too ignorant... You thought you could fight me on your own, but you didn't know that all the people you contacted on this line were mine."
"You are a chess piece, and a chess piece should behave like a chess piece. Promote you and make achievements."
"You are sent to go undercover in that laboratory. It is enough to collect intelligence from the laboratory."
The director of the Secret Service said: "But you investigated too deeply. You even uncovered my dealings with the laboratory. Of course, we won't leave you any chance to survive..."
Zhan Chen asked: "Do you also have transactions with the terminal?"
"Of course. If we don't trade with the terminal, how can we win against those conservatives who escaped? How can we get that asteroid?"
The director of the Secret Service: "What do you know? Agreeing to cooperate with the terminal and paying some necessary price is to save this galaxy. We are saving this galaxy..."
“Ridiculous!” Sui Zhengfan couldn’t listen any longer and interrupted in a deep voice, “Cooperating with the terminal to do evil, handing the electronic storm to the terminal, begging for messy superpowers... dreaming that the terminal can let you off the hook, and then pick a few thousand so-called ‘elites’ alive, and send them to that asteroid to complete your human continuation plan, is this what you call ‘saving this galaxy’?!”
"This is the only way!" The director of the Secret Service Bureau curled his lips with disdain and coldness, "Sui Ke, I asked you to go undercover in the special forces, do you really think you are a member of the special forces?"
"What do you think this battle royale game is? It's a selection, the transformation of new humans! Trash don't deserve to live—"
He seemed to be suddenly awakened, and the frantic voice like a dream suddenly got stuck in his throat.
The director of the Secret Service Bureau opened his mouth, and his face turned pale instantly. Standing in Sui Zhengfan's fiery gaze, the cruelty in his eyes faded away bit by bit.
He just wanted to hold Zhan Chen hostage and force Sui Zhengfan to hand over the life-saving card that would send the person away. He couldn't understand why he said these words.
The director of the Secret Service took two steps back and looked around as if he had seen a ghost: "What's going on?! Who is plotting against me? Come out!"
"No need to shout." Zhan Chen said, "There's no one else here."
The director of the Secret Service Bureau shook his head desperately, his eyes almost bloodshot: "Impossible! I must have fallen into someone's trap, someone must want to frame me..."
Zhan Chen didn't care at all that he was being held hostage. He swayed a few times, stood up again, and looked at Yu Tang who was curled up on the sofa.
The disobedient electronic storm quickly pretended to sleep and tightly closed the eye that was peeking out.
There was an invisible fluctuation in the air for a moment, and the field that had been quietly placed on the head of the Secret Service Bureau and had just formulated the rule of "must speak" also disappeared the moment Yu Tang closed his eyes.
Zhan Chen sighed softly.
The director of the Secret Service Bureau was irritated by his sigh, and his eyes became more bloodshot: "What do you mean?!"
"Hurry up." Zhan Chen said, "I want to go talk to my Feng Bao."
The Secret Service Director's pupils shrank.
He was holding Zhan Chen hostage from behind, but for some reason, Zhan Chen's words were almost the same as before, but he seemed to see Zhan Chen's eyes clearly.
… He was nothing more than a chess piece thrown into a laboratory, without knowing who he was, stripped of his identity and memories.
The director of the Secret Service gritted his teeth. He seemed to be back in that laboratory again, standing under Zhan Chen's calm gaze.
Those black eyes were silent and bright. Even if the whole person was tied to the interrogation bed, it still seemed that they could peel off the opponent layer by layer and pierce the most unbearable part of the person.
"Don't look at me like that..." the Secret Service director screamed, "Don't look at me like that!"
He suddenly became hysterical, put the barrel of the gun against Zhan Chen's temple, and kept pulling the trigger frantically.
The gun was fired without any warning. Sui Zhengfan's face suddenly changed. He was about to force open the field despite his injuries, but he was suddenly stunned.
The bullet passed through Zhan Chen's body.
Zhan Chen, who was held hostage by the director of the Secret Service, was an exceptionally real shadow.
Even though he looked no different from an ordinary person, the bullets did not encounter any resistance on Zhan Chen's skull. They penetrated the shadow one after another without hitting the body of the Secret Service director.
The Secret Service director lost his voice in the severe pain, his mouth wide open, gasping in despair, and slid to the ground in disbelief.
Zhan Chen returned safely.
His military uniform was still neat and tidy, without any blood stains. He half squatted down and took the gun from the Secret Service director.
"You got the wrong thing, the situation is wrong." Zhan Chen said, "I'm already dead."
The Secret Service director's eyes widened in fear.
He fell in a pool of blood and moved one hand with difficulty, trying to touch the gun that fell on the ground, but the hand was suddenly strangled by an invisible force.
The force gradually grew stronger, and the Secret Service Director turned pale with pain. He could even begin to hear a slight, teeth-grinding sound from his bones and joints.
"You worked with the Auditor and handed me over to the terminal, and after my death, the terminal recovered my data."
Zhan Chen said: "Now I am the person in charge of the mall."
The director of the Secret Service Bureau stared at Zhan Chen in disbelief and shook his head vigorously: "Impossible, impossible..."
"A year ago, you finally couldn't resist the temptation and bought your first supernatural card anonymously in the mall."
"Before you purchased it, this card had been recycled seven times." Zhan Chen said, "The ability of this card is 'Deprivation', and it is a banned card."
Zhan Chen: "When you purchased it, you didn't get all the product information."
"Nonsense... I know it's a banned card!"
The director of the Secret Service shook his head vigorously: "Isn't it because it relies on killing psychics to absorb new powers? I know this is the case... but only I am suitable to take this card! I will only kill those psychics who are guilty. You must believe me, everything I do is just, I have not committed any crime..."
Sui Zhengfan looked at Zhan Chen and asked coldly, "You killed this young man, is that justice?"
"I didn't do it!" The director of the Secret Service panted heavily, "He was courting death! He insisted on resisting the program and triggered the program's strangulation mechanism... I didn't kill him myself!"
Sui Zhengfan's brows furrowed more and more, he held his wife's hand that came to support him, and looked at Zhan Chen.
Zhan Chen seemed not to have heard the Secret Service Director's rebuttal. He stood aside, holding the gun that the Secret Service Director had pointed at him but hit himself, and took out the magazine to take a look.
The gleaming bullet rolled twice in his palm.
Sui Zhengfan met Zhan Chen's gaze, guessed his intention, took the initiative to expand his domain, and took a warhead from Zhan Chen.
The moment Sui Zhengfan's hand touched the bullet, his domain disappeared without a trace.
… These bullets also have the ability to be neutralized.
"You will use these bullets to 'execute' the superpowers you think are guilty?" Sui Zhengfan asked in a deep voice, "How many bullets have you made? How many cards have you collected?"
The Secret Service director closed his eyes and made up his mind not to say a word.
In order to save his life, he collected more than one medical card. Even if he couldn't alert these people, it was enough to treat his wounds.
The Secret Service director gritted his teeth, endured the pain, turned over, and pressed the shoulder pierced by the bullet under his body.
…
The "Deprivation" card is very useful.
It can deprive the psychic of his ability by killing him, and turn him into a card. Its domain is the card slot, and the domain rule is called "collecting cards". There are twelve card slots in total, which can store twelve psychic cards.
The director of the Secret Service Bureau would carefully select the twelve best superpowers every time to fill these card slots.
The electronic storm was in a very weak state, probably because it had consumed too much power. These people thought that with Zhan Chen around, they had the upper hand, waiting for him to use a shadow card to slip away and find a way to sneak into the courtyard room...
The director of the Secret Service paused, then suddenly opened his eyes wide in surprise.
… All twelve card slots are empty!
Layers of cold sweat instantly broke out on his back, and when he thought of what Zhan Chen had said, his head buzzed.
The director of the Secret Service Bureau looked at Zhan Chen and rushed over with an almost ferocious look: "What's wrong! Did you just delay time on purpose?! What did you do to me! "
When he was halfway through his struggle, his body was suddenly captured by an invisible force.
The force seemed to be controlled by some kind of consciousness, dragging the Secret Service director's legs and pulling him back bit by bit.
A crack appeared in the space out of thin air, and it slowly twisted, "swallowing" him bite by bite.
"Save me!" The Secret Service director screamed in fear, "Save me, why is this happening..."
His voice seemed to be swallowed up layer by layer, changing from its original sound into a sharp noise similar to the chirping of insects, and then into a meaningless noisy sound like rubbing sandpaper.
He was "squashed" out of thin air.
"This is a banned card because it is an S-level ability card."
Zhan Chen said: "The complete rule of its field is 'card collection', and the twelve card slots must be filled."
Zhan Chen: "If it fails to fill up in time, it will be filled with the holder."
The director of the Secret Service opened his eyes helplessly. His existence was being slowly devoured by the strange card. His empty and distracted gaze was fixed in his eyes, and his whole body was twisted and compressed into a portrait that fell to the ground.
He still couldn't figure it out no matter what.
The invalidated bullets have no effect on him, and even if he is hit by a bullet, it will not cause the ability card to disappear.
… Who stole his cards
Zhan Chen walked over, picked up the blood-stained bullets from the solidified portrait, wiped off the blood, and held them in his palm.
The eye of the storm is connected. After each S-level card is transformed, it will be connected to the eye of the storm in dimension.
He originally wanted to take advantage of the Secret Service Bureau's distraction to concentrate his mental power and sneak into the card slot to collect the cards, but someone got there first.
Zhan Chen returned to the sofa.
Yu Tang seemed to be sleeping soundly, curled up in a pile of pillows, hugging the small blanket that Zhan Chen had covered him with, breathing softly, as if he was unaware of what was around him.
Zhan Chen reached out and touched Yu Tang’s wet and cold forehead.
Yu Tang was picked up by him and leaned on Zhan Chen's arms, with his other hand hidden behind his back in an attempt to cover up his mistake.
Zhan Chen sighed lightly, confiscated the twelve cards from the disobedient Da Guangtuan, and also confiscated Yu Tang's pillow and thin blanket.
Yu Tang suddenly opened his eyes: "???"
"As a punishment, you are not allowed to use the blanket for one day."
Zhan Chen unbuttoned his shirt with one hand, picked up Yu Tang, wrapped him in his military jacket, and pulled his arm to his waist: "There is no pillow, hold me while I sleep."