Law Enforcer's Handbook

Chapter 731 There is only one reason for your failure

This wasn't the date Archon imagined.

According to his thinking on the way, they should open a bottle of wine now, maybe sit on the roof of the building in the open air, discussing how to eliminate those overgrown plants under the moonlight, instead of facing a time bomb here.

He is not good at these precision operations, let alone deciphering, even if the other party puts the instructions on how to dismantle the bomb in front of him, he may not be able to understand it.

But the other party revealed a message from a few words.

Although he is not here, he can monitor every move in the room.

Yakong did not act. He looked at the former agent and confirmed through his eyes that the person who sent him the text message was the person on the other end of the phone. As for how she was tied to the bomb as an agent, it is not possible Confirmed by eyes.

The ex-agent didn't seem to want to keep his eyes on him for long, and her gaze drifted back and forth across the room, becoming more and more irritable as time went on.

Is this... a hint?
Yakong tried to keep up with her sight. This was the only way he could get a hint at the moment. The other party monitored everything in this room in real time. Any sign of trouble might arouse suspicion and detonate the bomb on her body.

At first, he thought that the former agent was hinting at the location of the surveillance probes and monitors, but as her eyes shifted, she always seemed to keep her eyes on a place where there was nothing on purpose.

The empty corner, the ceiling that hides nothing above the head.

Time is passing by like this, in order not to make the bomb demon suspicious, Yakong can only fiddling with the time bomb symbolically, he approached the former agent, wanting to get more hints, but gradually, The impatience in the other party's eyes disappeared, replaced by disappointment.

With 15:31 seconds to go before the bomb exploded, her eyes seemed to announce the death sentence in advance.

what is this?
What exactly is she trying to express through her eyes?
First of all, the surveillance probes and monitors can be ruled out. She must know that even if she finds the means used by the other party to monitor the room, it will not help. Once the monitoring of the room is interrupted, the Bomb Demon will detonate the bomb immediately.

Yakong's breathing became more and more rapid.

He gradually realized that this was not caused by emotional changes, but a physiological reaction.

Breathing became increasingly difficult, with a burning sensation in the lungs with each breath.

There was 13:30 left before the bomb went off.

Cloaked and masked figures finally entered the room.

"Intel says that he is impulsive and doesn't like to use his brain. It seems that this is indeed the case."

He glanced at the unconscious Yakon lying at the feet of the former agent, and said lightly.

For a psychic, this is tantamount to a fatal wound.

They are so deadly that as long as they make enough preparations, even ordinary people can deal with them. This is their original intention of writing "How to Kill a Psychic"—once the mysterious cloak of a psychic is stripped away, they It will turn back into a weak ordinary person.

"For ordinary people, he has persisted for a long time."

In a state of no antidote, in a room filled with nerve paralyzing gas.

Losing consciousness became a rather slow process, but by the time he finally realized it, it was too late.

The masked man walked up to the archon and kicked him on the thigh.

What presented before his eyes was just a "corpse" that could not make any response.

It stands to reason that he should kill Archon immediately, but according to their agreement with Jock, he needs to send Archon alive.

"As for you."

He pulled the rag from the former detective's mouth, and her disappointment was revealed, "I really didn't expect that you would take the initiative to deliver it to your door."

The masked man expressed his feelings.

The reason why the whole thing went so smoothly was also due to the arrangement of fate. Originally, it was like finding a needle in a haystack to find a former SI[-] agent with strong anti-reconnaissance capabilities in the huge First District. Just happened to be upstairs from them.

Abandoned apartment building, a perfect hiding place.

Obviously, the congressmen headed by Joke thought so too, and let him hide here, just under the eyes of the rescuers.

Those six-star rescuers never dreamed that the guardian they were chasing had actually been under their noses all along.

Apart from the gift of fate, he really couldn't think of anything else to describe the coincidence in front of him.

"His ability is called 'Arkon Barrier'. For him, the most dangerous thing in this room is not the bomb. Even with your current detonation bomb, he will definitely survive."

At the beginning of receiving intelligence and formulating plans, they all gave up all physical means.

The inability to accurately know the upper limit of barrier defense means that there are variables, and they will never leave the success or failure of their actions to illusory luck.

"The bomb is just a means to hold him back. What is really dangerous to him is the gas that has the effect of nerve paralysis. What a pity, if it weren't for the agreement, I could have replaced it with poison gas... These are what I gave you farewell gift."

The masked man said, "Unfortunately, you are not on our list."

As he spoke, he took out a silencer pistol from his pocket.

Intelligence indicated that the former agent had undergone extensive prosthetic transformation, so a few more bullets were needed to confirm her death.

"Farewell, fair lady."

He pressed the trigger without hesitation.

The muzzle of the gun did not spit out flames, and immediately after, the prosthetic body in the right hand lost consciousness.

The masked man looked at his right hand suspiciously, and the cut part slowly fell to the ground, the blood slowly smeared on the ground, but no blood gushed out from the severed limb, as if there was an invisible wall blocking it. cut his severed limb so blood didn't squirt all over the former agent.

"you……"

"You're right, the most dangerous thing for me is the air."

Yakong coughed violently a few times. His physical condition seemed extremely poor, but he still supported his body with his numb arms and stood up from the ground with difficulty, "I don't know who said that Ling Ability is a projection of the subconscious mind, and my ability cannot block out the things that allow me to survive, but thanks to the former Miss Detective, I understand this."

He finally understood the wandering eyes of the former agent.

In those corners where there is nothing there is something that is automatically overlooked.

And when he recalled the "rules of the game" explained by the masked man, he suddenly understood everything.

All the rules confine him to this room, trying to get him to focus on the time bomb that is about to go off.

It's a pity that when he realized this, he had already inhaled too much nerve-paralyzing gas, which was not enough for him to find the hiding place of the masked man, "But as you said, if your purpose is to kill me, would have used the gas instead of putting me in a coma."

So he can only bet that the other party will show up before the time bomb explodes.

"Why...why are you still able to use your abilities?"

The masked man questioned Archon in puzzlement. According to their theory, even if the psychics had not fallen into a coma, the nerve paralyzing gas would be enough to make them unable to use their abilities. This was similar to the anti-psychic weapons produced by psychic research institutes.

"Because I've been practicing in secret recently."

Yakong settled down.

He couldn't completely isolate the air around him, and his consciousness was on the verge of disappearing. Perhaps he should have fallen into a coma long ago, but his willpower supported him to open his eyes and stand up.

10 seconds.

or less time.

"Now, I only need one second to finish you off completely."

As if realizing that the situation was not good, the masked man turned around and wanted to escape from the room. The moment he took a step forward, a huge force hit him on the back, knocking his whole body into the air. A gap was cut in the protective wall at some point. He wanted to grab the wall with his hand, but found that the prosthetic body of his right hand was still in the room.

In the blink of an eye, his feet had left the ground, appearing above a dozen floors above the sky.

His body fell rapidly, and his roar quickly dissipated under the night.

Yakong stopped at the spot and used his ability to cut open the electronic harness that bound the former agent. The moment the time bomb tied to his body fell, the gathered barrier compressed it into a single point.

"There is only one reason for your failure, and that is to ruin my date."

He looked at the direction in which the masked man disappeared, maintained a posture that looked quite strange to the former agent, and said, "His accomplice may be nearby, and I will leave it to you, Miss former agent."

"Angie."

The former agent took advantage of the opportunity to support Yakong's crumbling body, "This is my real name."

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At the same time, a certain office in the first district.

In the middle of the night, Li Youqian welcomed a special guest. He thought that he could take advantage of the turmoil in the first district to rest for a few days, but he didn't expect another unexpected guest to come to his door.

"Let him in."

He let out a long sigh, and the little assistant who was in a state of panic at the door obediently moved out of the way, allowing the visitor, who was covered in a cloak and seemed suspicious at first glance, to enter his office.

"I heard that you can predict the direction of fate."

An erratic voice came from under the mask, "Then let's do the math for us, will our future be good or bad?"

"It is necessary to make an appointment to ask me to predict the fortune. My guest, have you made an appointment before?"

"No."

The masked man replied, "But you will need it soon, because it is written in the intelligence that you are the weakest among all the candidates, and you have reached your current position only by relying on the particularity of your ability."

"Then wait and see."

　Small theater its 140 V:

　　On a certain day of a certain year, a certain month, Saturday, morning.

　　In just one short trip, Song Lan discovered many problems in Lu Xiang's body.

　　For example, weak strength, poor physical strength, unstable standing, and easy to fall when excited.

　　These problems all appeared after they joined the tour group, which caught him by surprise.

　　But what's even more frightening is that Lu Xiang didn't know when he learned how to act like a baby. Can you imagine that the female boss who usually looks cool at work suddenly hugs your arm to act cute?
　　Song Lan couldn't either, so he took it for granted.

　　With the change of her personality, Lu Xiang quickly got acquainted with the people in the tour group, and her beautiful and well-behaved appearance seemed to be very popular with the elders.

　　He suggested that every employee of the counterintelligence department come and take a look, take a look, your ministers are usually like this in private.

　　"Old Lu, who did you learn these supernatural powers from?"

　　Back on the bus, Song Lan couldn't help asking.

　　"Don't call me Lao Lu, you can choose between 'wife' and 'baby'."

　　Lu Xiang frowned cutely, as if he wanted to use cute tactics to defeat Song Lan's psychological defense.

　　"You answer me and I'll call."

　　"Because I thought of the deductive method of MI[-], which is actually no different from camouflage."

　　"Then who are you pretending to be?"

　　"A character in my own imagination."

　　"what?"

　　"Little Lu Xiang in love...Okay, the questions are answered, let's call."

　　
　
(End of this chapter)