Stop In The Deep Sea

With a "beep" sound, the projector on the ceiling started to activate.

A fragment of 3D thermal imaging was thrown into the void.

In the picture, a red figure is crawling at the end of the stairs in the basement, opening a small gap in the heavy iron door with his bare hands, and eavesdropping on the conversation in the basement.

Lao Scar looked at the thermal imaging, and cold sweat flowed from the back of his head into his trousers.

This is exactly what he looked like when he came to hand in the task today!

As we all know, in the entire deep-sea base, only the base management association has the right to monitor, and all private camera equipment is not allowed to be used. Special stroboscopic lasers will destroy the lenses.

But there are policies from above and countermeasures from below.

Currently, the relationship between the Mimicry Alliance and the Base Management Association is not friendly, and public surveillance information is not available.

So they took a different approach and used the latest scientific research technology - amplitude thermal imaging cameras to replace ordinary monitoring equipment.

This kind of amplitude thermal imaging camera uses the frequency of thermal vibrations generated by living things to capture their movements. The images are ultimately synthesized by a computer, cleverly avoiding the possibility of lens damage.

Although the specific face cannot be seen, it is enough if used as an ordinary anti-theft device.

"Fuck, you're fucking fooling me." Lao Scar had a ferocious look on his face. At this moment, he finally understood that he had been fooled around all this time.

Unexpectedly, his "good brother" Water Ghost could use some tricks to get several of his younger brothers to join forces to deceive him.

"Is there anything else you want to say?"

Cheng Ye took out a cigar, put it in front of his nose and sniffed lightly, pronouncing Brother Scar's death in the gentlest tone.

Brother Scar suddenly went into a trance, his heart was filled with fear, and he staggered and almost fell.

After a while, he finally came to his senses, crawled to Cheng Ye's side again, and prayed:

"Mr. Cheng... If you give me another chance, I will bring the water ghost's head to see you."

Cheng Ye smiled, the expression on his face was extremely distorted. He leaned over and pinched Brother Scar's chin and asked: "How can you kill him? With your level of mimicry?"

"Mr. Cheng, you don't know something. This person has not been transplanted with silver bullets. He is just a little bit better. If I call a few more brothers, I will definitely be able to..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Cheng Ye: "Is he just a little better? That's all? Are you sure?"

With the lessons learned just now, Brother Scar didn’t dare to answer firmly anymore.

"Being more agile than you without the transplanted bullet means that this person is an ancient warrior;

Being able to see through your tricks and find the location of the headquarters shows that this person is brave and careful;

Not being noticed in front of so many pairs of eyes during the meeting means that this person has a very high level of cultivation and is definitely above you.

Tell me, why did you kill him? "

Brother Scar was left speechless by the question.

But in order to save his life, he still begged Mr. Cheng to give him another chance.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you just yet."

Seeing Brother Scar's pitiful appearance with runny nose and tears, Cheng Ye gently stroked his bald head and said in a deep voice: "But you have to understand, that's because you are still valuable."

When Brother Scar heard this, he cried with joy. The stone in his heart finally fell to the ground, and he desperately said words of thanks.

"Don't be too happy first. Think about what to do about this matter. If you don't handle it properly and several other people find out, even I won't be able to protect you." Cheng Ye said.

Brother Scar was even more frightened when he thought of the cruel methods of the other twelve owl men.

If they found out about this, death would be the lightest punishment.

"Please give me some advice, Mr. Cheng."

"In this case, don't act rashly. Make an appointment with this water ghost tomorrow morning. I want to see what the purpose of an ancient martial arts practitioner is in getting involved in the Mimicry Alliance." Cheng Ye fiddled with his hair, his eyes already pierced. Passing Brother Scar, I don’t know where it’s drifting.

Upon hearing this, Brother Scar immediately took out his cell phone and sent a message to Wang Xin: "Brother Water Ghost, come to the factory near the headquarters at 7 o'clock tomorrow morning. Mr. Cheng will meet you personally."

Not long after, I received a reply from Wang Xin: "Thank you Brother Scar for the recommendation. I will keep it in my heart."

Seeing that the water ghost was still pretending to lie to him, Brother Scar was so angry that his lungs exploded and he almost broke his back molars.

"You bastard, tomorrow is your death anniversary."

...

Inside the villa in Psychic Zone 2.

Wang Xin was nestled in the recliner, reading the text message from Brother Scar, feeling secretly happy.

"It's over, what should I do if I fall in love with the feeling of lying?"

He has been lying these past few days, deceiving Brother Scar and then his younger brother.

For a moment, he even felt that his name was really Water Ghost, and he was an out-and-out big brother.

Now I have to meet with the middle-level leaders of the Mimic Alliance. Isn’t the joke a bit too big?

"Will you see Mr. Cheng at 7 o'clock tomorrow... Why don't we go and see him tonight?"

Wang Xin felt that since Mr. Cheng had arranged to meet him tomorrow, it was necessary to explore it in advance.

After all, I have never met Cheng Ye, so I don't know what kind of person he is.

But since this person can be a middle-level leader, he must be a ruthless character, and he may have seen through his scam long ago.

Therefore, it is necessary to at least know the internal structure of the basement of the headquarters, so as to plan an escape route and prepare for any emergencies.

He doesn't like to fight uncertain battles.

Late at night should be the time when defenses are weakest, and the Mimicry Alliance has always been out at night recently. I don't know what they are doing. I think there should be no one at the headquarters.

Thinking of this, Wang Xin went downstairs to the small garden in the courtyard of the villa and started practicing Qigong.

He had to adjust to the best condition. After all, the headquarters of the Mimic Alliance should not be as simple as imagined.

Under the artificial virtual sunset, Wang Xin performs the Six Paths of Buddha's Hand.

Waves of invisible strength continued to push out from the palm, hitting the surrounding bushes. Strangely, such a strong wind from the palm did not blow off even a single leaf from the bushes.

If there are ancient martial arts practitioners around at this moment, they will definitely be surprised.

Because this action seems simple, but it requires extremely strong control of the Qi.

Looking at the entire ancient martial arts world, few people can do it.

As he became more proficient in the Maharaja, Wang Xin's understanding of the secret arts became clearer.

Everything follows its own rules and continues to operate, and the same goes for secret arts.

It's just about integrating the "rules" in the body into nature. If you can understand this, then the "skill" will naturally come out.

Throughout the afternoon, Wang Xin tried to find a way to enter the realm of Zhenwu.

He once entered it accidentally under the guidance of the old boxer Qu Shuheng, but from then on, he could no longer find the feeling of selflessness in his heart.

However, he is also very satisfied that the true martial arts realm is rare.

Being able to do it once is already very enviable to others.

During this practice, Wang Xin was in good condition, which lasted until midnight. His stomach growled, and then he dispersed his energy and returned to the living room.

Fortunately, Xiaoyue came back from outside and brought him some food.

Wang Xin finished eating, rested for a while, then put on his night clothes and prepared to go to the Mimicry Alliance to investigate.