Fist of Imagination

At the door of the post office three kilometers away from Gray Heron Park, a dark gray warty gecko quickly climbed up the chocolate-covered mailbox and got in through the mail slot.

The warty gecko floated in the darkness inside the mailbox. It fumbled with its soft toes and found a postcard posted on the wall of the mailbox. It pulled it off with force. The brown spots on its back flashed, and the mailbox suddenly emitted something like The sound of the old notebook running, the strong wind suddenly rising, blew the gecko and the postcard it was holding over and over again.

The scrawled handwriting on the postcard was shaken by the wind, and the wrinkles were shaken off from the crooked strokes, and the two lines of illegible pen writing became clear and neat:

Receiving address: Office of the Minister of Secret Affairs

Sender: He Gongji

White light bloomed on the back of the postcard, and in the blink of an eye it engulfed the warty gecko lying on it.

When the white light faded, the postcard addressed to the Secret Service shattered into powder and fell to the bottom of the tube, and the warty gecko passed through a square passage filled with light.

The passage goes straight down, and the gecko swings its long tail and plummets toward its destination.

As it fell, the shadow of the warty gecko on the inner wall of the passage kept changing, gradually turning into a human form.

A moment later, in the office of the Minister of Secret Affairs, a gray-haired man landed quietly on the ground.

He smoothed the slender tail around his neck, pulled it into a brown striped tie and stuffed it into his coat.

"Wei Shun and Lao Liu couldn't hear the noise anymore. I didn't dare to get too close. It wouldn't be of much use if I stayed, so I came back first."

The gray-haired man walked to the water dispenser in the corner of the office and poured himself a glass of ice water.

He brought the paper cup to his mouth, and before his lips even touched the water, a ball of high-heat steam suddenly surged up, burning his face red, and uncontrollably showing many deep lines like scales.

The steam turned into liquid after releasing heat, and condensed into a hand with clear joints in the air.

The palms made of boiling water made a sound of wind, fiercely grabbed the gray-haired man's ears, and pulled him towards the desk in front of the window.

The palace guard was pulled off his feet from the ground, his limbs were flailing around, and he was slapped on the table with the palm of the boiling water. The right cheekbone landed first, making him grimace in pain.

"I hit it! I hit it!"

The boiling water quickly cooled and flew into the stoneware flowerpot engraved with "Devotion and dedication", and a hand as hard as iron took its place and held down the palace guard's head.

A chilling air followed his gaze, and for a moment the palace guard couldn't even tell whether he was being pressed on the desk or on the guillotine.

"Mom, I was wrong!"

"You're not allowed to call me that in the workplace."

"Okay Minister!"

The middle-aged woman standing behind the desk let go of Gong Shou and let him rub her face weirdly for a while.

She has gray hair on her temples and is dressed simply, with a faded Starfire badge pinned to the collar of her white blouse.

"You said you couldn't hear Wei Shun and Liu Chong's heartbeats. Did they have died? Then why did you come back now?"

The palace guard put down the hand that was rubbing his face and said: "The interference in the blocked area is very serious, and there is a long delay when I listen to the heart sounds, and the lengths vary.

After Wei Shun and Lao Liu suddenly disconnected, I waited for a long time before I heard their lingering sounds.

Wei Shun disconnected on his own initiative. We underestimated his eyes. He used to pretend not to know that I was monitoring him.

Old Liu is still alive, probably just in a coma. The lingering sounds he sent back are similar to those of the people who were sent out before. I contacted the people from the advance team and asked them to search along the blue wall to see if they can find it. he. "

The minister frowned thoughtfully.

The palace guard looked around, moved a chair, sat down, crossed his legs and said:

"Minister, let me tell you, such a big scene cannot be solved by our small unit with less than 2,000 people. There are hundreds of thousands of bionic machines in the blue wall. They are running rampant and have more horsepower than tanks. foot.

Now that this is the case, what use can special operations have? The correct solution is to press on with a large army.

Isn't the main problem now that those bionic machines have brain control functions and large troops cannot enter?

Let's talk to the above. Our secret department is mainly responsible for the research and development of special equipment and logistical support for this operation. We ask Professor Wang and Dr. Chen to take the trouble to develop anti-brain control equipment, and then ask Uncle He to grit his teeth. After being hospitalized for ten years, two armored divisions were airdropped in, and magic soldiers descended from the sky to bulldoze the city.

You always think that you can solve the problem quietly. The pigeon incident has become an international news. "

"On paper."

Minister of Secret Affairs Wen Zhongsu glanced at his useless son, reached out and pinched the faded Spark badge on his collar.

That was a gift from her husband.

The confidentiality period for the Rage incident twenty-two years ago has not yet expired, so the son never knew where his father had gone.

In that incident, most of the Secret Service and two special operations brigades were dispatched. In the end, only she and He Gongji came back alive.

That is not a war where victory can be won by relying on the number of personnel.

Since then, the Secret Service has received far more support than before, and its scale has expanded several times compared to when it was established. More than 500 people are currently fighting against superpowers, which was something that was unimaginable before.

But she understood what it meant.

The danger and uncontrollability of supernatural events all fall on the shoulders of the Secret Service.

Unless necessary, conventional troops will not be deployed in large numbers as in the past.

The pigeon incident occurred less than 50 kilometers away from the source of the angry wave, and the pigeon incident has not caused any casualties so far.

The advance team already has a lot of people.

Before the secret service department investigates the ins and outs of this incident, it is impossible for the higher authorities to deploy more troops.

Mobilizing a regiment or a brigade is nothing for the military-strong East Country, but the higher authorities do not want to make unnecessary sacrifices.

Wen Zhongsu tapped the table with his index finger, and Gong Shou, who was sitting on a chair with his legs crossed, stood up suddenly.

"Notify Director He to go to the center of Grey Heron Park with me in fifteen minutes."

"Mom, you should stay here. Uncle He can advance and retreat by himself. If he encounters an emergency, he may not be able to take care of you."

"I didn't say that he should go with me, but that you should go with me.

Execute the order!"

"...Yes!"

...

In Grey Heron Park, the overwhelming afterglow of the setting sun has disappeared, and the chocolate has been cleaned up and recycled by the war dolls. The park is clean and spotless.

Liang De waved his hand and used his natural power to nurse Wei Shun, whose face was as white as toilet paper.

The battery life is less than five minutes, the download speed is not as fast as 5G, and the improvement effect of repeated exercise is not obvious. This human search engine is useless.

If this continues, the doomsday may come before the root cause is found.

Liang De patted Wei Shun on the shoulder and said:

"Brother Wei, seeing that you have tried so many times, I have basically figured out your endurance problem.

There are two reasons. One is that your extraordinary power reserves are too low, and the other is that your brain is not enough.

I can help you solve these two problems. You just need to overcome some psychological barriers."

"Psychological barriers?"

"You are also from the Pan-Eastern civilization. Have you heard of the Kaiming beast?"

Wei Shun thought for a while and said: "The Kaiming beast... has a large body like a tiger and nine heads, all with human faces, and stands on Kunlun facing east. Is that it?"

"It is convenient to communicate with you intellectuals. Do you have any prejudice against the Kaiming beast?"

"Prejudice, I haven't even seen the Kaiming beast, how can I have prejudice."

"That's fine, you get ready, I'm coming."

Liang De's soul rushed forward, and at a glance, he knocked out the spiritual consciousness in Wei Shun's soul.

"Borrow my magic power!"

Mmmmm, mmmm!