2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

Feng Yu opened his eyes, his consciousness was a little groggy, and his brain seemed to be in a state of mush. He looked around and found himself standing in a toilet.

This place...seems a bit familiar...

He turned to look at the mirror, and what came into view was a slender young face with thin-framed glasses on the bridge of his nose and a righteous look between his brows.

Memories came flooding back, and a sickly smile soon appeared on the young man's face in the mirror.

"After being a little kid for several days, I finally got into an adult's body." Feng Yu moved his hands and feet and was very satisfied with this body.

However, he soon became solemn, suppressed his smile, and walked out of the toilet door as if nothing was wrong.

We can't waste too much time here, the tasks assigned by the superiors are the most important.

Feng Yu walked out of the toilet, casually moved the maintenance sign at the door to another place, and then walked all the way to the edge of the dance floor according to the surveillance blind spot in his memory, blending in very naturally.

A few minutes later, he walked out from the other side of the dance floor. Just as he stood to straighten his messy clothes, a figure bumped into him from the side.

"thump."

A young man smelling of alcohol bumped into Feng Yu. He raised the glass in his hand and most of the transparent wine splashed on his face.

"Damn it, do you idiots have eyes?" The young man with yellow hair on his head was so confused that he was clearly the one who hit him, but he still screamed and grabbed Feng Yu's collar.

Feng Yu's eyes suddenly became dangerous. He had been a little brat for several days and was so angry that he had nowhere to vent his anger. As a result, this guy hit the muzzle of the gun.

"Fuck you." He cursed and punched Huang Mao hard on the nose.

"Ouch!" Nose blood spattered, and Huang Mao cried out in pain and sat down on the ground.

Unexpectedly, this punch disturbed a hornet's nest. Many young people in strange clothes suddenly gathered around, all shouting without restraint:

"Damn it, you don't want to live anymore!"

"How dare you hit my brother Wang?"

"Drafted!"

A few hot-tempered ones came up and started shoving, waving their fists and shouting that they wanted to teach the poor guy a lesson.

Feng Yu's temper was bad to begin with, so he couldn't bear it now. He punched and kicked a few people back, but more people around him rushed towards him, shouting, and soon they were all slapping him on the face and stomach. Several times.

As the saying goes, anger starts from the heart and evil comes from the side of courage. Just when Feng Yu couldn't help but want to use his superpowers to teach these people a lesson, a thunderous shout drowned out the noisy music:

"What are you doing!"

A tall and somewhat excessive young man walked over to this side, grabbed the collars of the two young men on the outermost side, and actually threw them into the air, throwing them behind like rag dolls.

There was also a thin figure next to him. Wherever he walked, those who yelled and cursed almost immediately became silent, and their bodies fell to the ground in a mess.

Seeing that there was a fight, Huang Mao, who was the first to get a nosebleed, picked up a wine bottle, sneaked up behind the tall young man, shouted and hit him on the back of the head.

The bottle shattered in response, but the tall young man's head didn't even move.

He half turned around and glanced at Huang Mao with a pair of tiger eyes. The latter's legs were so weak that he almost sat on the ground.

"Forget it, brothers, let's drink." Needless to say, this Huangmao is also the best. He was hit hard on the nose, and his nose was bleeding at this time. He was able to pretend that nothing happened, turned around and left. .

The other young people didn't have any objections when they saw their companions being beaten. They just glanced at the two figures with fear, and then left to drink.

"Hey, did I let you go?" Feng Yu felt an evil fire in his heart and had nowhere to vent, and he actually opened his mouth to provoke again.

However, at this moment, he suddenly felt a chill coming from behind. It was as if a deadly beast was staring at his neck, ready to pounce and break it at any time.

This biting chill made Feng Yu wake up for a moment, and he closed his mouth and did not dare to say another word.

Di Haotian came over, hugged his shoulders, and said in a rather surprised tone: "Squad leader, I can't tell, you are so tough."

Yue Xiao also raised her eyebrows quite ambiguously: "Men, when it's time to be tough, you have to be tough."

Then he changed to a sanctimonious look: "But squad leader, to be honest, we don't need to be like those little hooligans. Calm down, calm down."

Feng Yu smiled reluctantly and said according to Wu Bai's tone in his memory: "Well, thank you."

"What just happened?" Another familiar figure came over, but it was Wei Min whose skin color blended perfectly with the dim background.

Di Haotian said with a smile: "The squad leader had a fight with someone just now. There were seven or eight people fighting each other. He was very good at it."

"Fighting? Wu Bai?" Wei Min was a little surprised and looked to the side with wide eyes: "Is it true?"

Feng Yu smiled reluctantly: "Maybe I drank too much and was a little impulsive."

"You just ordered a cocktail, and you haven't finished it yet." Wei Min exposed it mercilessly.

"Hahahaha, monitor, you need to practice your drinking." Yue Xiao seemed to be particularly excited tonight, he seemed to be the one who drank too much.

Seeing that "Wu Bai" was fine, several people felt relieved and walked towards the booth, arm in arm.

Just as Feng Yu was about to lift his heels, a biting chill appeared on the back of his neck again, and an extremely cold voice sounded in his ears:

"Play your role and don't do anything inappropriate again."

Feng Yu could clearly feel the dense goosebumps on the back of his neck. He nodded hurriedly, and then the feeling like a ray on his back dissipated.

He glanced back with lingering fear, only to see a group of noisy young people drinking wine and swaying around. Not far away, there were several girls in low-cut short skirts, exposing their white thighs and breasts. All of this was... It's like an ordinary nightclub.

Feng Yu swallowed and suppressed the fear in his heart. While recalling Wu Bai's character and tone of voice in the information he had memorized, he walked towards the booth.

After sitting down, Feng Yu first looked around and found no target person. But he was not in a hurry at all. After all, the time given by his superiors was ample, and he only needed to play the role of "Wu Bai" first.

According to the information, Wu Bai has a very good relationship with the target mission, and there will definitely be no shortage of opportunities to use the phone on weekdays.

All he has to do now is wait.

Waiting for an opportunity to be alone with the target, waiting for an opportunity to quickly deal with all traces without arousing any suspicion after the "exchange" is over.