Fotexiwen, who was lying on the floor for ventilation, took off a button on his sleeve. The mirror button was of a high quality, and not all buttons had to be polished enough to look like a mirror.
He observed Magus resting in the room through the image reflected by the button. There were at least four agents guarding the door. He did not have any thermal weapons on him. Once he was caught in a small-scale battle, he would probably be in danger forever. 's stay here.
Many people say that he is like a ghost, with superb reaching and killing skills, but many people do not know that what is really powerful about him is his hairless head and his special talents.
He is very smart, and he knows how to achieve the maximum victory at the minimum cost, so he needs to wait for an opportunity.
He put away his buttons like an insect that had been dead for a long time in the ventilation duct, leaving only its body. He crawled in the duct, but no one knew he was here. He remained motionless, and even his breathing slowed down a bit.
Listening to the subtle voices of the agents outside the door, his thoughts drifted back to the mission call. It was a bit absurd, something incomprehensible, and also made people feel ridiculous.
Commander: "Do you know enough about human organs?"
Photexiwen: "Yes..."
Commander: "Then you have a way to make a person become a little stupid, like losing a certain ability to act, without putting his life in danger. Do you understand what I mean?"
Fotexiwen: "... It's a little troublesome, but it's not a big problem. I will try to be careful."
Commander: "There is something special about this mission. You don't need to assassinate the target person. You only need to make the target lose part of his behavioral ability and make him become like those old people who were tempted by the devil when they were young and fell."
In the past few years, religious law has clearly stated that drinking alcohol is a way to get close to the devil. The devil will use alcohol to make people slow to react, move stiffly, and have low IQ.
They often introduce those suffering from Alzheimer's disease and some neurosis as alcoholics to others, in order to warn others not to drink, let alone drink too much.
The commander's words seemed to still linger in his ears. If he hadn't realized that fighting alone was not a good idea last time, he would not have accepted this mission.
He had already realized it, so he took on this somewhat tricky task without much thought. Fortunately, it was not beyond his capabilities.
The person who issued the mission hoped that Mags would not die, but would become... There seemed to be some problems. This was a special commission, and he already had enough ways to solve these things.
Photesivan is a very special person, and the organization that trained him considers him a person with "talent". He can sense other people's movement routes through some kind of power that is still unexplained, and even know the other person's next move in advance.
In addition, he can also focus on a certain point in a very chaotic situation, such as hearing a whisper whispered by someone dozens of meters away in a noisy market.
Whenever he lowers his head, everyone will ignore his existence. Of course, this has a premise, that is, there must be more people around who will not alert the target. He can cleverly blend with these as background The bad guys stand together. As long as they stand together, even if the target is cheek-to-cheek with him, they won't be able to notice anything unusual about him or him.
Fotexiwen, who possesses many innate extraordinary abilities, will inevitably become a legend, and there can only be one legend like him. Therefore, there is no target that he cannot defeat in this world, only the envoy that cannot be found!
"The vehicles are ready and the navy has docked. We still have ten minutes, sir!"
The sound coming from the room below brought Fotesiwen back to his senses. He listened carefully to the movement below, and through his special ability, he vaguely predicted something, and then retreated into the pipe.
Mags sat on the hospital bed. He looked at the clock hanging on the wall, then slowly turned around and sat up, put on his shoes, and slowly walked towards the door with the help of his wife, "I need to leave before I leave." For your convenience, help me prepare some clothes."
The old woman forced a smile and joked, "You are still so shy, I can help you..."
Mags burst out laughing. While laughing, he broke away from his wife's support and opened the bathroom door alone. Before turning to close the door, he smiled and said, "This is not shyness, but my respect for each other. Beautiful lady!”
He closed the door gently, then sat on the toilet. The gunshot wound on his waist and abdomen was pressed by gauze. There was a hint of red in the middle of the gauze, and he looked much better.
Sighing again, as a person gets older, many things happen one after another. In the past, it was normal for him not to go to the toilet for a day, but now as long as he has this idea, if it is not solved as soon as possible, it will lead to big trouble. trouble.
After all, time is not forgiving, this is old age.
About two minutes later, just when he turned to look at the water supply switch, he was shocked to see through the reflection of the mirror that the bath cloth in the shower room was suddenly pulled away, and a man with a bare head and a doctor's uniform looked expressionless. Take one step forward.
Magus did not raise his voice immediately. Provoking the assassin is often the stupidest choice. Many people clearly had the opportunity to change the solution to death, but lost their lives because they chose the stupidest solution.
"If I were you, I wouldn't be able to say a word..." Without giving Mags any chance to speak, he cut Mags's neck with his palm. The old man's eyes turned white and he fell forward. , happened to be hugged by him.
He laid Magus flat on the ground, and then pulled out a soft metal needle more than half a foot long from the edge of the collar.
He aimed the needle at Mags's nostril, then gently poked it in, and pushed it in bit by bit. The fingers of his other hand were pressed between Mags' eyebrows. After about ten seconds, he let go slightly. , the hand holding the needle began to twist the soft needle and continued to drill inside.
Mags, who was already unconscious, suddenly acted like a spring that had been compressed to the limit. His whole body bounced. Although the amplitude was not large, the force was considerable.
This is one of the many symptoms of damage to brain nerves and is not an accident.
After about ten seconds, he pulled out the soft needle, then threw it into the basin drain and flushed it into the pipe. He looked at the watch on his wrist, then straightened his appearance and crawled back through the ventilation duct.
About seven minutes later, Fotexiwen had changed into a formal suit and walked out of the hospital hall with his head held high, unhurriedly, and every step was extraordinarily steady. At this moment, there was a sudden sound in the room on the fifth floor. There was a "weak" scream, and the agents guarding downstairs drew their weapons and passed him by, running upstairs.
After walking out of the door, he glanced back, put on his sunglasses, and disappeared into the crowd with a faint smile.
After sleeping for a while, I got up again and went back to sleep.
(End of chapter)