he came from the mirror

BLACK thought to himself: If you follow me, it's a fucking strategic shift, and if you follow your TOM, you have a fucking action code.

Heh, man.

With a cold face, BLACK decided to break off friendship with Tony for 5 minutes.

The nervous Tony didn't realize that his "computer" was having trouble again, and he was still struggling with what to call his team.

Tony: "What do you guys think of Cat Hunt?"

Is this a cat-and-mouse game before satire?Does this guy still want to have an identity swap?Fang Ziming slid three black lines from his forehead.

Without waiting for everyone to respond, Tony immediately overturned his own thoughts: "No, this is still not domineering enough. Otherwise...or is it called Operation Overlord?"

Fang Ziming: "..."

Tang Yu: "Chick."

Elsa: "???"

BLACK slapped the computer screen vigorously: "Are you an idiot? Stop your horrible, ignorant, and stupid thoughts!"

Tony laughed a few times: "Then, why not use the first one?"

Fang Ziming: "... as long as you are happy."

Tang Yu: "Chick."

Elsa: "???"

Tony regained his spirit: "Then the name of the team..."

He said: "Since it is a cat-hunting operation, we can directly call ourselves the cat-hunting team! Very good, perfect."

"And me, my code name. Let me think about it." Tony puffed up his chest and said proudly, "It's called Pex playing the guitar! The most powerful cowboy mouse in "Tom and Jerry"!"

Fang Ziming thought for a long time, but he didn't remember who the cowboy mouse was: "...Pex?"

Tony corrected him sternly: "No, it's 'Pex playing the guitar'."

Fang Ziming: "..."

Fang Ziming once again felt the great power of the "intelligent brain circuit" from his teammates.

Tony: "Have you decided on a code name? If not, I think I can help..."

Fang Ziming heard the words, as if he had been greatly frightened, he immediately called out: "Magic mirror, I am the magic mirror."

Tang Yu followed closely behind, pointing to himself: "Queen."

Everyone: "..."

Everyone: "???"

Fang Ziming fell silent, his eyes kept looking back and forth at Tang Yu's chest.

Tang Yu let him look at him, and the man smiled handsomely and unrestrainedly, while explaining: "The code name, the more it doesn't match with me, the better. And..."

He blinked at the young man, and jokingly said, "The queen and the magic mirror, don't you think they sound like a good match?"

Fang Ziming suffocated and thought: No, I just think you sound like a senior women's clothing boss.

All of a sudden, the members of the cat-catching team were shocked by this code name.

Only Tony bravely exposed him: "Damn, you just want to use the couple name with Clark, you just want to 'show the magic mirror' every day. Don't think I don't know that you are showing affection!"

Tang Yu ignored him at all, but slowly pointed at Elsa and BLACK: "Cthulhu, virus." (BLACK rolled his eyes and taunted: "Didn't it say that the more incompatible the better?")

After naming, the man snapped his fingers: "It's done. The chat session is over, everyone, let's start working."

Tony was suddenly excited: "That's it! Cat hunting operation, fuck it, GOGOGO!"

On July [-]th, at ten o'clock in the morning, a new round of cat and mouse game started again.

××××××××××

Minghe City, a villa in the West District, a study on the third floor.

A foreign man with gray eyes was sitting behind a solid wooden desk, slowly flipping through a heavy English book with his head down.

The man looked to be in his prime, his short brown hair was slightly curled at the ends, and his facial features had the depth and three-dimensionality unique to foreigners, which made people unforgettable.Even in the subtropical zone, he is still accustomed to wearing long-sleeved shirts and slacks that have been ironed without a single wrinkle. He looks deep and well-bred.

If anyone in the Cat Catching Squad stood here and saw this foreign man at this time, they would inevitably call out, "Isn't this guy Harriet!"

Oh, Mr. "Queen" probably won't call it out.

Eight minutes before ten o'clock in the morning, a bodyguard came and knocked lightly on the wooden door of the study, and whispered outside the door: "Boss, your experiment time is coming soon."

That's right, what Tony gnashed his teeth on as a "cat-and-mouse game" had another name for Harriet.

He usually calls it "experimental time."

——Experiment on the daily mental power changes of two supernatural beings, and when they are in different levels of danger, what is the highest limit that their internal supernatural powers can break through.

——In a way, this is indeed no different from clocking in to work.

Closer to home.

Hearing the bodyguard's reminder, Harriet closed the book and replied, "Go get ready, I'll go out right away."

Bodyguard: "Okay, boss."

Then, with the help of the bodyguard Arthur, he put on a thin gray windbreaker, a jazz hat and black gloves, and finally took a brown-black gentleman's cane from the latter.

Another tall and strong bodyguard came over, holding a small fully enclosed metal box in his hand.

Harriet opened the lockbox and took out a mobile phone, a matching battery, and a SIM card.

He unhurriedly combined these three things together, turned the phone on and unlocked it, then clicked on the communication software inside, and entered the next line of text on the only contact interface.

[Cat: The game starts. 】

Immediately afterwards, a mental power anchor retained in the phone immediately responded to him.

[Rat: Hmph. 】

Harriet smiled: "That's right, subject No. 3's mental state is fairly stable."

He played with his mobile phone and said casually: "It's still the old rule. I will give you 10 minutes to run. You can do everything you can, use various methods and even superpowers to avoid being hunted down. But there are only two things to pay attention to, and you are not allowed to ask for help." Any force with a government background is not allowed to contact researchers from other scientific research organizations, otherwise, our game will be invalidated immediately."

This time he didn't specifically enter the message, but the anchor still gave him a reply.

[Mouse: You talk a lot of nonsense. 】

Harriet didn't take it seriously. After turning off the phone, she said to the bodyguards behind her, "Let's go."

Arthur, who had been waiting by the side, opened the door at the right time. The gray-eyed man walked out of the villa, and slowly got into the black car parked outside the gate under the scorching sun.

The driver whistled, turned around and looked over: "Honey, this outfit is too exaggerated, aren't you hot?"

Harriet didn't bother to talk to him, she just reached out and pressed the brim of her top hat to cover her pale face: "Where's the driver before me?"

Even though the sun was scorching outside, this gentleman who wrapped himself up tightly was still refreshed, and he didn't show any embarrassment of being scorched.

Curtis put one hand on the steering wheel, turned his body to the rear, and explained to him kindly and enthusiastically: "I fired him for you. Honey, please trust my skills, there is absolutely no one here who is more suitable than me Act as your driver, bodyguard, butler, family doctor, chiropractor, boyfriend, and sleep consultant."

He said with a smile: "By the way, your demeanor when you walked just now is very charming. It is completely impossible to see that your left leg is still injured."

Harriet didn't even blink her eyes: "Go down and change my driver back by the way, thank you."

Curtis rascally said, "I don't—"

In the blink of an eye, the blond man shut up abruptly, leaned his back back as fast as he could, and at the same time raised his arms, making a standard defensive posture.

boom!

The brown-black cane passed through the gap between Curtis' slightly bent elbow and arm, leaving a long and narrow red mark on the side of his face.

The tip of the hardwood rod cut off half of the man's blond hair, and then smashed through the windshield, making a dull and loud noise.

Harriet remained in her sitting position, only holding a gentleman's stick in one hand, and politely expelled him: "Go away, thank you very much."

Until this moment, the cut hair finally fell down, silently scattered on the gray floor mat under the seat.

Curtis still maintained a defensive posture, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more obvious.

His eyes, like tigers and hungry wolves, were firmly fixed on the gentleman in the top hat in the back row, almost glowing green with excitement.

That's it.

Curtis licked his gums and thought: I can smell, under Harriet Xavier's restrained and polite appearance, there is a smell of madness and evil.

His taste must be terrific.

So, Curtis didn't say anything this time, and with a smile still on the corner of his mouth, he nodded at the other party and reluctantly agreed to leave the driver's seat.

With a shattered windshield, the bodyguards had to relocate another new car to serve as their employer's transportation.

But when the real driver took his seat, the unfettered blond man whistled again while opening the rear door, and then sat down on the seat next to Harriet.

"I can help you catch mice." He tried his best to sell himself against the other party's disgusting gaze: "I can also help you get rid of that little intern hunter yesterday, ah, have you forgotten? Just left it in the coffee shop secretly." That little kid on the camera."

Harriet signaled the driver to drive: "I don't really care about those people, you can do whatever you want."

Curtis smiled: "Leave it to me, 'Snow Wolf' will be happy to remove those threats against you one by one."

After the bodyguard Arthur also sat in the passenger seat, Harriet took out her pocket watch and glanced at it, and said softly, "Ten ten, we can leave."

At [-]:[-] in the morning, in an abandoned factory in the East District of Minghe City.

Fang Ziming sat on a plastic chair and watched Tony place a floor-to-ceiling mirror that was as tall as a person in a corner of the shadow.

When the other party was almost ready, he asked, "Harriet asked you not to seek the protection of government forces?"

Tony wiped his sweat and nodded: "Yes, this is one of the rules of the game he made."