Jean Of Bright City 13

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midnight 2am

Jean wandered the streets without people. After returning from the medical department, Jean walked all the way. There are a large number of high-end apartment buildings in the Baihu District in the upper west, which can afford or have a house. Only 10,000 families can afford to rent more than 1,000 houses per month.

Jean will go to the banquet tomorrow night. A person familiar with the Chinese God learned that Jean wanted to get a super computer, he said that it could be used by Jean, but asked him to go to the banquet tomorrow night.

It’s the most annoying thing about going to the banquet. Jean has felt a little uncomfortable on several occasions. Jean doesn’t like lively occasions, and there are people from all over the banquet. Jean doesn’t like entertainment. I like to visit the lively markets and sit in a small shop for a while.

"Sure enough I'm just an old man."

Jean laughed at himself and pressed the elevator. Mo Xiaolao often said that Jean was like a hundred-year-old man.

Came to the door of Room 1020, but soon Jean stopped, and in the faint light, Jean saw the door showing signs of moving hands and feet, very new.

The doors of apartment buildings are mostly equipped with safety devices. If they are opened without identification, they will directly touch the alarm device. The security at the upper level is the best. It takes only 5 minutes and 5 subjects to come.

Jean squatted on the ground and glanced. The convex mirror next to the door handle used to scan identification has been knocked out and replaced with fake things. It should have been dripped into the water and short-circuited the nano-circuit board temporarily. By the way, when the machine that scanned the identity broke down, it could only be opened with a key. Jean took out the key and smiled coldly.

The technique is very professional, and it doesn't seem to be done by ordinary guys.

The door opened with a creak, and Jean stepped in directly. Sure enough, a gun was pressed against the temple on the left, and the lights in the house turned on. There were a total of 6 people in the house, wearing black hoods, holding hands. Holding a weapon with a smile in his eyes.

"My friend, you better be honest. You offended the rich. We are also helping people. I will beat you up tonight..."

Suddenly, Jean suddenly squeezed the hand of the guy next to him with a backhand, and with a scream, five people across the living room rushed over. They dared not fire in such a place.

Jean dodged softly away from the iron rod hit in the front, and suddenly stepped forward, pressing his finger against the opponent's throat with a slight push.

boom

With a loud noise, the four people behind them burst like a bowling ball under a huge impact.

The guy next to him was clutching his broken wrist in pain. One of them got up, and a slight white light flashed on his body. It was skin hardening, a kind of physical function unique to mutants, and had the level of B-level mutants.

Jean walked over slowly. At the moment when the opponent was about to strike, Jean's eyes widened, and a light blue halo flowed around Jean's eyes.

"The courage is not small, now you have three counts, guilty of crime, assault, and openly showing a firearm attack to the chief, now you are already a criminal of LV3."

Soon, the six people knelt in a row in the corner of the wall, looking at Jean with hands clasped in their hands. The hoods were all taken off. He threw his hand on the table at random, and the number 13 on the uniform was under the light Extraordinary.

Jean presented the identification of six people, all of them are level 4 citizens, from the bottom.

"Do these things often?"

Jean lit a cigarette, put the light and shadow bracelets of six people on the table, and slowly got up. The six immediately begged for mercy.

"It's really boneless."

Soon Jean knew who he was looking for.

"We really didn't mean it. We never asked anything about the pick-up. Although it's the upper zone, there are 50,000. Please, Master Jean, we don't know it is you. You spare us, money... ....."

Jean sneered and squatted in front of the six.

"You have two options, either go to jail or do me a favor."

The guy named Lorraine headed immediately nodded and agreed.

Jean took out the phone and sat on a chair with his chin on his back, looking at the six people in front of him. A plan had been formed in his heart. He planned to take this opportunity to create a little opportunity.

Soon the doorbell rang, and in a very irritable manner, Jean had just planned to open the door.

boom

The door had flown over the whole block, and Jean dragged the finger with a finger, and a pair of slender hands had grabbed Jean's collar.

"What's the matter, Jean, the old lady is having a dream. At 3 o'clock and 3 o'clock in the morning, do you think the old lady is very busy? Is it your subordinates? Have you kicked your nose recently?"

Jean gave Niya a direct lift in the air, he smiled helplessly, and then Niya turned her head to see the six guys with hands on their heads in the corner of the wall, and looked at the two with trembling.

"I was threatened and hurt by my life, so I called the police."

Niya blinked and let go of Jean, her voice was very loud.

"Huh? Are you teasing me? These little hooligans just executed it. You **** called me here in the middle of the night?"

Jean glanced at the six again, and then said.

"Remember, if you want to live, follow what I said."

Jean said, holding Niya in a hurry, dragging her into the bedroom.

"What the **** are you doing? The old lady doesn't have the patience to play with you. I have to go to work tomorrow morning, and a bunch of things are waiting for me to handle."

"Now you have seen it at the scene. Tomorrow you will help me convene the media, and then announce that Section 13 Chief Gene has been attacked by unidentified people. There is no danger for the time being. Your 5 Sections are investigating.

Niya stared at Jean solemnly.

"Hello, are you telling a joke? This joke is not funny. The guy behind is nothing more than Chen Qiao's old baby grandson, don't you say that too? You can do it..."

"Since the other party likes to use the legal order of the city to talk about things, I can too. Do I not have the right to be protected as a citizen of the dazzling city?"

Niya held her head and she sneered when she was hesitant.

"It seems very interesting, it is not impossible to help you, you have to do me a favor."

Jean nodded.

"That's easy to handle. We have a group of special executives and need patient guidance. The old lady will not allow you to refuse."

Jean nodded slightly bitterly.

"If the General Affairs Department asks, I will push it all on you, saying that you only threatened and tempted me to agree, can you?"

Jean smiled and made an OK gesture.

"completely fine."

Niya is very clear that Jean wants to achieve a certain purpose in this way.

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