100k Volts Electrocutes You to Death

Ye Wenxuan’s heart is moving at random, and numerous electromagnetic waves, such as invisible tentacles, attach his “tentacles” tightly to Victor’s body. Before the ignorant is aware of it, he begins to detect his body at an extremely fast speed. Item data.

Victor seems to be really asleep, and there has been no movement.

Two minutes later, the simulated portrait artist twitched his fingers and woke up.

At the same time, in a trial room far from him.

Ye Wenxuan slowly opened his eyes.

The frequent production of large magnetic fields has caused his body to explode for a short period of time and the spirit has begun to weaken.

He gasped a few breaths and covered his hand on the sweaty forehead, blocking the thoughtfulness in his eyes.

"The consciousness is isolated, and then you can walk at will. This ability can be regarded as the invisible person in the legend."

Ye Wenxuan silently murmured: "Victor Heyman, you should not be the leaker we are looking for..."

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Houston, the apron of the Villa Ahn'Qiraj.

A helicopter landed slowly, and Xing Yuan and Ahn Crow had a goodbye. The latter did not seem to know the ** in the room, and the performance was the same as before.

Ahn'Qiro: "Xing, I wish you good luck."

Xing Yuan nodded and turned to the helicopter.

There were already a few people in the plane, and two of them were covered with a black cloak. The black uniform near the exit threw him a dress. Xing Yuan took two eyes and found and sat on the left and right. The black cloak has the same style.

Uniform sunglasses men cool and said: "Put on, sit down."

Xing Yuan didn't plan to find something wrong. He put the cloak on it, took two steps in the cabin, and finally sat next to the fat man in the cloak.

The fat man covered his face with a hood and looked at his figure. This should be the man who came with the singer yesterday.

I don't know if the person next to you is Liu Tianquan.

The helicopter slowly rose and no one spoke in the cabin, but after a few minutes, the fat man coughed: "That... are we leaving Houston?"

No one answered him, and even the tall, thin man on the other side of the cloak was motionless.

Xing Yuan looked at the cabin with a hooded cover. In addition to the three cloak men who needed to participate in the ceremony, there were five private bodyguards wearing black suits and black sunglasses.

The function of the sunglasses may not only be handsome, he does not move the man sitting on the right hand side, and Yu Guang sees the inside of the sunglasses flashing a line of text on the inside, which seems to be receiving instructions from someone.

Fat man: "Hey, I think everyone should have a certain right to know. I am not saying that I am timid. If I am timid, I will not stay here..."

He hadn't finished yet, and a black uniform was shot across from the gun. The muzzle was aimed at his forehead.

The rest of the fat man was all shackled in the throat, and everyone could not see his face, but it must have been very distorted.

Black uniform: "Once you get on the plane, all actions must be directed."

"Now, shut up."

The fat man took the courage to stand up: "How dare you -"

Still not standing straight, Xing Yuan held his shoulder and whispered to the opposite person: "We know."

The black uniform looked at him sideways and slowly moved the gun back.

Xing Yuan, who has experienced the killing, has come to the conclusion that this white man is full of murderousness and is really planning to leave a few bullets on the fat man.

The fat man died and he sat down again.

He turned his head and kept his black hem on his hands, muttering: "Man, thank you anyway."

Xing Yuan was undecided, only low, and his eyes were still on the black uniform.

They are not ordinary bodyguards, but they are very iron-clad. They may be mercenaries or private armed forces in certain places.

After a few minutes, the helicopter was parked in another wide field and the black uniform was connected to the last person.

Xing Yuan looked at Liu Tianquan with a hood, and his eyes turned around in the cabin. I thought it might be the same when I came up.

Liu Tianquan did not recognize him. He also took the cloak and set a place where there were few people and sat down alone.

The helicopter flies higher and higher, avoiding the radiation range of the radar. The pilot has found the flight path and is getting farther and farther away from Houston.

Xing Yuan saw that the helicopter they were flying over the ocean.

The fat man couldn’t sit still: "How to fly farther and farther... This is leaving the United States soon..."

The master man next to him also made a noise this time.

"Excuse me, where is our destination?" As if afraid of angering the black uniform, he raised his hands and said slowly: "Can't it be a small island at sea?"

The tall sunglasses man sitting by the door finally looked at them.

"The journey is still very long, everyone is ready." He said in a rough voice: "Four new entrants, if the joining ceremony is successful, you will have the honor to go to the sp Institute and see one of them. Some of the experimental results, and even some more crazy things."

"So, all the hardships before this should be worth it."

The fat man hesitated: "Is it impossible to go to the toilet?"

Man: "I can kick you into the sea."

The fat man retreated and asked for help: "Okay. What about the three meals? I don't ask for afternoon tea and nightingale. After all, we may have to sit on dozens or dozens of small..."

The handle was held firmly by a large palm wearing a tactical glove, and the muzzle slanted at the fat man, making him snoring again.

The man said: "Before the inauguration ceremony is not completed, if there are new members who behave differently, or if they are really noisy and irritate me, the first person can stipulate me, can give some lessons to such people, or offer a gift on their heads. bullet."

"You have treated the newcomer like this?!" The fat man moved in the position: "Well, I just mentioned it, I... I can't say it if I don't say it."

The man was too lazy to care for him. He looked at the sunglasses and scratched the four newcomers. He snorted: "Dawning is not a leisure club. No matter what you join, under my eyes, it is best not to play anything. Small means."

No one answered him, the man did not care, turned the gun to the hand | the gun into the waist holster.

Xing Yuan quietly listened to their conversation, and said nothing, his eyes swept over his lower back, cuffs and trouser legs.

He took time to see Liu Tianquan.

The latter was sitting far away, and since then, he has straightened his waist and said nothing.

If you say that Xing Yi is doing this, it is a dog's eye.

The road to Liu’s future is not long.

I don't know if Ye Wenxuan guessed what he was going to do.

Xing Yuan turned to look out the window and silently thought of his wife in his heart.

Far away in Washington's Union Building, someone's "wife" is lying on the bed, waiting for the sweat sticking to the body to evaporate.

He gasped and calmed his breath, and turned his back to the monitor in a sideways position, wiping his sweat off his face.

Relative to the random recruitment of something, generating a magnetic field and perceiving everything in this space requires his more precise control and higher physics.

What's more, in this space, the object he wants to explore is the same as his superpower.

Victor Heyman, a simulated portrait artist recommended by the Turkish police, has accurately mapped the five suspects who made the ‘Ankara Black May’ mega-attack based on eyewitnesses and obscure surveillance videos.

Later, these people were confirmed to be from an extremist terrorist organization. Three of them were arrested and disguised as disguised, almost identical to the characters in Victor's portrait.

His amazing painting skills and the capture of the facial features of criminals are important evidence that the Turkish police have recommended him to enter the anti-terrorist coalition.

However, Ye Wenxuan did not expect that such a poorly ranked "poor student" would be an unbeatable versatile person.

Could it be that the legendary "playing pigs and eating tigers"?

He thought about it in an infinite way, but he didn't figure out what to use to try this kind.

Then you may wish to be bold.

For example, leave a note to scare him, what...

Ever since, Ye Wenxuan used the current interference monitor to control the electromagnetic field to steal the investigator's pen and paper.

He arbitrarily wrote the lines, which made no one pay attention to it. The dark pokes the paper to the outside of Victor's interrogation room, sneaked in from the crack in the door, and finally hid it in the folding bed. Below the foot of the bed.

The current climbs up the iron bed of the folding bed, like a small snake crouching under the metal, instantly nailed to the back of a man's hand.

It seems as if it was just rubbed by static electricity.

Victor's consciousness has once again drifted to other places, and this is not enough to prevent his mental body from being returned to the body.

"Hey!" He twitched as if he was cramping, then slammed his eyes open.

"What... is it static..." Victor paused in bed for a moment, squinting and whispering: "I was hit by static electricity..."

Then he saw the note hidden in the gap.

Has this thing been there before?

Victor is not clear, so pick it up and take a look.

The man was shocked by a cold sweat.

I have been paying attention to his Ye Wenxuan's mouth and feel the deep feelings from the heart.

Come and let Grandpa play with you.

After the investigator left in the afternoon, Victor received the second piece of paper.

This time I also have a pencil.

Victor licked his lips, and he was still lying on his side. The white paper was hidden by his bed on his chest, trying not to let the monitor photograph the anomaly here.

He used this position and laboriously wrote:

Just after writing, the pencil in his hand moved, as if an invisible hand had taken it from his hand.

But Victor himself knows this, he knows that there is no second invisible person around him.

This is really the worst answer. He raised his lips and thought about it in his heart.

Victor:

Ye Wenxuan sat cross-legged on the bed and raised his hand to the soldier who came in to deliver the meal. While remotely controlling the pencil, he wrote like a **** stick:

Victor:

Ye Wenxuan:

Victor:

Ye Wenxuan eats while writing:

Victor looked up and the outside person just opened the door and walked in with dinner.

The pencil bar ran from the air, and after the bones rolled to the foot of the bed, the white paper also folded itself into small squares, and slammed into the Victor's shirt and hid it.

The soldier placed the plate on the table: "Mr. Victor, this is today's dinner."

Victor: "..."

The piece of paper stuck on his lower back, like a dog skin plaster with temperature, which was both anxious and uneasy.