"ever!"
Almost in an instant, Lin En teleported to the living room downstairs.
He stood in a secluded position, quietly watching the unusual movements in front of him.
Soon, he saw a guy lying in front of the door looking for an exit.
Dalton's hands were still tied, but he had a fruit knife in his mouth and was prying the door open.
Apparently, it was a tool he had stolen from the kitchen.
"Interesting..." Lynn clasped his arms across his chest with interest and continued to watch silently. He suddenly decided not to teach Dalton a lesson.
Seeing how desperately he was trying to escape, it seemed that his desire to survive had reached its limit. Lin En was looking forward to what he was trying so hard to escape for.
"Hair is flying."
"Permanently stick it on."
He gritted his teeth and pulled out a hair from the back of his head, then silently chanted a spell and sent it to Dalton.
This way, he can track the other person's location in real time.
Not only that, he also considerately opened the door for Dalton, allowing the other party to stagger out.
Dalton, on his side, was trying to fix the door in a hurry, but suddenly he was caught off guard and found that the door opened by itself.
He couldn't help but begin to marvel at his own wisdom.
Since that dinner, he has been looking for every possible opportunity, and with the help of his brain and knowledge that far exceeds that of ordinary people, he successfully discovered a glimmer of possibility. What is even more commendable is that he really had a flash of inspiration and came up with a plan that, although the chances were slim, was still worth a try.
First, he found a fork not far from him, and then persuaded the beautiful girl to go upstairs. When they started to do the real work, he took advantage of the dead of night and quietly used the fork to untie himself.
At this time, the two people probably had no intention of taking care of him, so how could they remember that there was someone downstairs.
God helps those who help themselves. The plan that he boldly conceived and then carefully executed actually moved the mysterious existence, causing the door to break at the right time.
However, this joy only lasted for a short time. Dalton looked back vigilantly and found that there was no one. Then he stood up with all his strength, trying to maintain his balance, and fled away by walking and running.
He had no idea that all his movements were being watched.
"The wind is so noisy tonight." Lynn waved his wand, summoned his windbreaker and wrapped it around himself. It seemed that he couldn't play dangerous games with Scarlet Witch tonight.
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"Dong Dong Dong!"
In the early morning, in the wealthy area of Queens, the iron door of a villa was knocked loudly.
The street was empty and quiet at the moment, and the loud noise immediately alerted the owner, so he turned on the lights in an instant.
"What the hell!" A wealthy man with a big belly came out holding a flashlight, and he seemed to be holding a gun in his hand.
Perhaps it was because the evening breeze was a little chilly, or perhaps it was because the situation happened too suddenly, the owner of the villa suddenly became cautious as he walked. He began to shine the light in his hand everywhere, scanning those nooks and crannies, and when he found nothing, he quickly aimed it at the door.
"Medicine, give me the medicine quickly!" The person knocking on the door leaned on the iron railing and shouted anxiously to the owner of the villa.
"Get away from me... Oh, no, you are Dalton?" The owner of the villa was about to shoot this guy, but after taking a closer look, he found that he was the killer he had released a few days ago.
Ever since I asked him to clean up the mess, I haven't heard from him since. Now he actually took the initiative to find my door.
"Damn it, how did you find this place?" Obviously, the owner of the villa did not welcome Dalton, the uninvited guest.
"I've heard you calling the prison guards. One time you said you just came out of your house, and then you arrived at the prison ten minutes later. Calculating the distance, you should be nearby. And you're a dignified congressman, you usually wear and use high-end luxury goods, and the place you live must not be bad. There aren't many high-end residential areas within five kilometers. And I'm lucky. I found this place after trying my luck three times." Dalton laughed.
"Damn it, put away your pretentious face. Why did you come here? You should go back to prison!" The congressman was disgusted.
"Wouldn't it be more direct for me to come here? Anyway, it was you who got those inhibitory drugs, and besides, I have a message for you." Dalton didn't care. He raised his eyes and stared at the congressman.
After he was caught by the police, he was soon imprisoned in a special prison for his high-IQ crime, where he was fed a special drug.
This drug normally suppresses his nervous system, putting him in a constant daze, making him easier to manage.
Not only that, this drug also has a horrible effect, which is to make him suffer unbearable pain when he is awake.
This was simply a cruel punishment that left him with no peace of mind all day long.
For a professor who once had great academic success, this was undoubtedly a torture more painful than death.
Until one day, the congressman came to see him with another kind of medicine. Every time he took it, it could offset the pain for a period of time, allowing him to regain his own brain and live like a normal person.
Of course, the price is that he has to work hard for the congressman and rely on his outstanding criminal skills to eliminate dissidents for him.
Now, he felt that the effect of the medicine was about to wear off, and what was waiting for him next was either confusion or pain, neither of which he wanted.
That's why he came here.
"News? What news?" The congressman looked at Dalton suspiciously, feeling uneasy.
He knew that the other party was an extremely difficult person, and it was difficult to guarantee whether he had other ideas at the moment and whether it would affect his personal safety.
After all, a tiger with a collar may still bite its trainer, so it is safest to stay in a cage.
"Nick Fury has his eyes on you."
Dalton showed his teeth.
"What did you say? That mad dog targeted me? Damn it, did you betray me?"
The congressman almost roared.
This caused his wife to shout from the house behind him.
"It's okay, Jenny, it's just work." The congressman turned around and shouted, then continued to look at Dalton.
"I've heard of Nick Fury. The agents under him are the best in the United States and even the world. You are in trouble, Congressman." Dalton smiled brightly.
"Are you here to threaten me? I tell you, even if that mad dog bites me, you will be the first to die!"
The congressman couldn't believe that someone of his position could be threatened.
"No sir, I mean, we can make a deal."