Wild temptation! After a full-level hacker boss is selected into the special agent team

Carlos spent the night reading all the news related to Ling Lie.

The more he looked at it, the more outrageous it seemed.

I'm afraid this person will become the biggest obstacle to their plans.

Carlos looked gloomy, looking at the face that was many, many years younger than him, with a frozen expression.

"It looks like a short-range space system. Can Obsidian really develop people's abilities to such an extreme?"

Carlos held the fork with his fingers and tapped the white porcelain plate repeatedly, thinking carefully, "If you have such ability, is it unnecessary to follow the police car back?"

"If this exaggerated extraordinary ability is exposed to the public's eyes in such a big way, is there any need to hide it again?"

Carlos watched Ling Lie's action of closing the car door and couldn't take his eyes away, "It's no different from how ordinary people get into the car."

"And that falcon..."

Carlos played it over and over again, watching it again and again, "It's very spiritual, like a spiritual pet. Is it also transformed from a stubborn stone?"

"If I remember correctly, those in the Qin family said that what Qin Youde had was the last stubborn stone. Could it be that he handed it over midway... No, no, if he handed it over midway, the secret service team would There would be no need to arrest him at this time, and there is no need to make such a big fuss."

"And the ring on Qin Fenglan's hand..."

"It's orange." Carlos frowned.

When communicating with Peng Luo that day, I actually arrived a little late, just after Peng Luo had communicated with Chen Yin. At that time, Peng Luo said that the one he asked Chen Yin to use this time should be a red signet ring.

Carlos raised the corners of his lips, "It seems that this time, we really can only travel, Chang Qing, tsk tsk."

Deville is a snake that is good at hiding. When necessary, he will turn into a human form to communicate with the target. Deville's senses are far beyond those of human beings. If even Deville could die so silently and quietly...

This kid. Carlos looked at the white hair in the video, his blue eyes reflected the light of the screen, flashing with disgust, and exclaimed, "Ominous filth!"

The seedlings must be crushed to death in the soil as early as possible.

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Morgue.

Two men peeked out from the shadows.

"Boss, why do I feel like something's wrong with that person?" The short man swallowed, "Why do you look so weak?"

"When a person dies, the body becomes limp!" The fat man stretched out his palm and slapped the short man on the back of the head, "You bastard, you have been saying this and that since the beginning, do you want it or not? Do you have this first-hand information? Didn’t the editor tell us! If the number of reads on our account this month is less than 2, the unit price will be deducted from us!"

"Oh, boss, I'm just... I'm just so scared. It doesn't feel good to plant that body bag on me..."

"Come on! You're just being pretentious! Go and take photos and go back. You have to follow the news about Qin Youde right away! You forgot that we just drove all the way here, and the news mentioned the police car carrying Qin Youde. He was robbed on the way! That’s big news!”

Seeing the man in green and blue work clothes leaving in the distance, the two sneakily walked out from the corner and pressed against the wall.

"Hey, we should go and drive with Qin Youde!" the short man muttered.

Under the cold light, the tiles behind it are getting cooler and cooler.

"Are you stupid? Are you stupid?" The fat man slapped the short man on the shoulder several times. "Didn't you see that the black cars following behind were turned into pulp! You still want to join in the fun? ! You don’t want your life!”

"Definitely... I'll listen to you, I'll listen to you."

The two people raised the cameras and recorders in their hands, pushed open the metal door of the morgue, and trembled all over as soon as they walked in.

"Hey, it's so cold!" The short man shivered, "It's not summer, the air conditioning is so full!"

"Hey, shut up. If you don't turn on the air conditioner, these dead people will turn into meat! Work quickly!"

"Good good..."

The two walked to the black body bag in the middle and stared at the body bag with nervous expressions.

"Boss...Boss, let's..." The short man hesitated for a while, and dropped the broken jar. He spoke as fast as beans, "They say it's bad luck to touch someone's things. We haven't prepared anything yet, so why not go back first?" What to do if you get caught in something?"

"Come on, what's the matter! I think they just started it casually! Hurry! Get to work!" After saying that, the man put the camera on the trolley aside, stretched out his hand and pinched the zipper to pull it down.

"Hey wait..." The short man squeezed the fat man's hand, his words were trembling and his eyes were wandering, "Wait, wait, something is wrong."

"Hey, do you want to do it or not! If you don't do this report, only my name will be written on it! Something is wrong!" The fat man immediately pulled the zipper to the end.

At this moment, the two of them were shaking like thunder.

Deville's eyes were wide and bulging, and his mouth was open, as if he was frozen in the moment of speaking.

"Damn, why did you die like this..." The voice trembled, and the fat man's hands trembled to get the camera, but his head was fixed on Deville's death, and his hands kept reaching back without even looking. Look, "bang", the standing camera was accidentally knocked down 90 degrees.

The camera hit the cart with a loud bang.

"Ah!" the short man screamed, "Ah, damn, something, something..."

"What's your name! The camera just fell over!" The fat man felt a little calmer after being shouted at by him, and his courage returned a lot.

"No, no, it's not a camera... It seems like something crawled over my feet! It's cool..."

The short man swallowed his saliva, and his whole body was shaking like a sieve. The knees between his legs were knocking in, and he looked like he was about to pee. "Boss, you, you, look at my legs. Look at my legs, is there something..."

"Hey, it's no good." The fat man took two steps forward, stepped over Deville's body and looked down. He only saw the short man's intact trouser legs. In order to confirm that the two of them were just scaring themselves, the fat man bent down to pull them. The short man's trouser legs, "You said you, you have been laying the ground there all the way, how can it be so scary, just a corpse...fuck!"

The fat man's hand paused.

"How... how?"

"You...you seem to have a black mark on your leg."

After the fat man finished speaking, he took two steps back. He looked at the trouser legs that had fallen down again. He pointed blankly at the short man's left leg and said, "It looks like a snake mark."

"Snake...snake mark..." However, before the short man could finish his words, suddenly, a black mist appeared on his neck. After the black mist appeared on the short man's neck, it immediately began to tighten, "Ah, ah! What! What..."

The fat man took two more steps back to the door, his face full of nervousness.

I saw that the short man's neck was tightly strangled by the thin rope-like black mist, and he died instantly, with his tongue hanging out, like a hanged ghost.

The fat man yelled, turned around and rushed out of the door. However, when his hand touched the door handle, he was horrified to find a chill on the back of his neck.

Before he could reach out to grab it, he found that the cool chill came to his lips and entered his mouth suddenly.

After a while, the fat man rolled his eyes and struggled in place for a while, before his eyes returned to their normal positions.

However, the black pupils were already filled with bloodshot eyes.

The whole person looked like he was dead.

The fat man's face became gloomy, withered, and full of death. He lowered his head and left the morgue. He walked straight outside and sniffed the air twice. His withered voice was hoarse and harsh, "Eh? Brother Carlos...?"

"Great!"

Immediately, he staggered toward the source of the smell, like a normal person.