Cosma Empire

Fotesiwen, who was crawling on the air vent, took off a button on his sleeve forcefully. The mirror button is not low-grade, and not all buttons have to be polished enough to look like a mirror.

He observed Magus resting in the room through the image reflected by the button. There are at least four agents guarding the room outside the door. He does not have any thermal weapons on him. stay here.

Many people say that he is like a ghost, with superb reaching and killing skills, but many people don't know that what is really powerful about him is his hairless head and special special talent.

He is very smart, he knows how to spend the least cost to get the most victory, so he needs to wait for an opportunity.

Putting the buttons away is like a bug that has been dead for a long time in the ventilation duct, leaving only its shell. He crawled in the duct, but no one knew he was here. He remained motionless, and even his breathing slowed down a bit.

Listening to the subtle voices of the agents outside the door, his thoughts drifted back to the mission call. It was a little absurd, and some things he didn't understand made people feel ridiculous.

Commander: "Do you know enough about human organs?"

Fortesi: "Yes..."

Commander: "Then you have a way to make a person become a little stupid without risking his life, like losing a certain ability to act, do you understand what I mean?"

Fotesiwen: "...it's a little troublesome, but it's not a big problem. I'll try my best to be careful."

Commander: "This mission is a bit special. You don't need to assassinate the target person, you just need to make the other person lose part of their ability to act, so that he becomes like an old man who was tempted by the devil when he was young."

In the past, the religious law clearly pointed out that drinking alcohol is a way to get close to the devil, and the devil will make people unresponsive, stiff, and low in IQ through alcohol and drink.

They often introduce those suffering from Alzheimer's disease and some neurosis patients as alcoholics to others, so as to warn others not to drink alcohol, let alone alcoholism.

The commander's words seemed to be still in his ears. If he hadn't realized last time that going it alone was not a good way, he would not have accepted this task.

He had already realized it, so he took on this tricky task without much thought, but fortunately, it was not beyond his ability.

The person who issued the mission hoped that Muggs would not die, but would become a little... looked like something was wrong, this was a special commission, and he already had enough ways to solve these things.

Fortesivan was a very special man, and the organization that raised him considered him a man of "talent". He is able to sense other people's activity routes through some kind of power that cannot be explained until now, and even know the other party's next move in advance.

In addition, he can also focus on a certain point in a very chaotic situation, such as hearing a whisper from a certain person in a noisy market tens of meters away.

Whenever he lowers his head, everyone will ignore his existence. Of course, there is a premise that there must be more people around who will not arouse the target's vigilance. People who are tough stand together, as long as they stand together, even if the target is face to face with him, they will not be able to find him and his abnormality.

With many natural extraordinary abilities, Fotsiven will inevitably become a legend, and there can only be such a legend, so there is no target in this world that he can't kill, only the envoy who can't be found!

"The vehicles are ready, and the navy has already docked. We still have ten minutes, sir!"

The sound from the room below brought Fotesiwen back to his senses. He listened carefully to the movement below, and through his special ability, vaguely predicted something, and then retreated into the pipeline.

Magus sat on the hospital bed, he looked at the clock hanging on the wall,

Then he turned around and sat up slowly, put on his shoes, and walked slowly towards the door with the help of his wife, "I need to make it easy before I leave, please help me prepare some clothes."

The old woman forced a smile, and she joked, "You are still so shy, I can help you..."

Maggs laughed loudly, broke free from his wife's support while laughing, and opened the door of the bathroom alone. Before turning around to close the door, he said with a smile, "It's not shyness, but my respect for each other. Beautiful lady!"

He closed the door gently, and then sat on the toilet. The gunshot wound on his waist and abdomen was pressed by the gauze, and there was a hint of red in the middle of the gauze, and he looked much better.

Sighed again, as a person gets older, many things come one after another. In the past, it was normal for him not to go to the toilet for a day, but now as long as he has this kind of thought, if it is not resolved as soon as possible, it will lead to big troubles. trouble.

After all, time is not forgiving, this is old.

About two minutes later, when he turned to look at the water supply switch, he was shocked to see the bath cloth in the shower room being pulled away suddenly through the reflection of the mirror, and a man with a bald head and wearing a doctor's uniform looked expressionlessly. Step out.

Magus didn't speak out immediately, angering the assassin is often the stupidest choice, many people obviously have the opportunity to change the solution of death, but lost their lives because they chose the most stupid solution.

"If I were you, I wouldn't be able to say a word..." Without giving Maggs any chance to speak, he cut his palm on Maggs' neck, and the old man fell forward as soon as his eyes rolled white Go, just to be hugged by him.

He laid the Magus flat on the ground, and then pulled out a soft metal needle more than half a foot long from the collar edge of the neckline.

He aimed the needle at Magus's nostril, then poked it in lightly, sending it in bit by bit, and pressed the finger of the other hand on Magus's brow, and he let go after about ten seconds , the hand holding the needle began to twist the soft needle, and continued to drill in.

Maggs, who was already unconscious, suddenly felt like a spring compressed to the limit, and his whole body bounced, although the amplitude was not large, but the force was not small.

This is one of many manifestations of damage to the brain's nerves, and it's no accident.

After about ten seconds, he pulled out the soft needle, then threw it into the drain of the washbasin and flushed it into the pipe. He looked at the watch on his wrist, then straightened his appearance, and crawled back through the ventilation duct.

About seven minutes later, Fotesiwen had changed into formal clothes and walked out of the hospital hall with his head held high. There was a "weak" scream, and the agents guarding downstairs pulled out their weapons, brushed past him, and ran upstairs.

After walking out of the gate, he glanced back, put on his sunglasses, and disappeared into the crowd with a half-smile.