Super Black Technology

"I don't know what happened to that girl?"

7 p.m., Seattle Hospital.

Ike lay motionless on the hospital bed, his expression seemed to be in a trance.

Ike is actually not worried about Alice's life safety.

Because for Britain, Alice is the only person who can talk to herself. Based on this, before the matter is completely over, the British government will definitely do its best to ensure her safety.

However, Ike was very worried, wondering if the girl could bear the pressure.

To be honest, before planning this operation, I searched many, many people on the Internet, and finally chose Alice.

Her family background is very average, in terms of the living standards of European and American civilians, it can almost be called a little poor.

However, she did not give up on herself, but has been working hard. Study hard and work hard.

During the three years of knowing her, she never asked herself for any gift, whether it was birthday or Christmas.

This is a kind girl, but also a hardworking girl.

Of course, she is still a very beautiful girl.

Tall, fair skin, clean and delicate face. Although the dress is not fashionable, a bit like "Cinderella" in the fairy tale, but if you put aside these external factors, you can give her a score of 95 or more.

"Oh!" Ike sighed inwardly.

Alice, I hope you can be stronger. As long as I pass this test, I will definitely make you happy in the future.

I swear in the name of two lives!

...

Time passed quickly, and night came.

"Close, start in half an hour!" After a voice transmission from the soul, Ike closed his eyes and began to sleep.

After 30 minutes, Ike fell into a deep sleep.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, a bright ball of light emerged again, shining brightly.

"Energy statistics: 430 million..."

"Building the soul information transmission channel again...under construction...completed!"

"Speed ​​calculation... calculation completed!"

"Transmitting the selected technology information module again...transmitting..."

"3.11%...3.12%...3.13%..."

In the corridor outside the ward.

Two middle-aged men in suits looked serious and were reading newspapers. Whenever an outsider approached this ward, the two of them would instantly raise their heads, and their cold eyes made people fearful.

They're FBI agents in charge of security tonight.

On both sides of the corridor, there were several plainclothes police detectives and the FBI dutifully patrolling back and forth.

The night gradually deepened.

It was already 1 o'clock in the morning. The entire Seattle hospital was silent.

"Step! Step! Step!"

Light footsteps sounded at the end of the corridor, from far to near...

Two middle-aged agents raised their heads, and what they saw was a female nurse in white and a mask. He is about 1.63 meters tall and weighs about 50KG.

The female nurse came slowly towards the ward with a medical record in her hand.

When the female nurse came to the ward, an agent immediately got up and stopped her with his hand.

The agent's expression was cold, staring at the female nurse, and the gun on his waist was looming.

Under this heavy gaze, the female nurse took off the mask on her face. It turned out that she was a young female nurse who accompanied the attending doctor to examine Ike during the day.

However, this did not make the agent relax his vigilance. The agent did not say a word, but still looked at her coldly.

10 seconds, 30 seconds, 1 minute... The female nurse was almost sweating slightly on her forehead.

Finally, the agent spoke in a very low voice, as if he was afraid of waking up the little patients in the ward.

"What are you doing here?"

The female nurse breathed a sigh of relief, and replied in a low voice: "I'm here to take routine night records."

In modern hospitals, for some important patients, the attending doctor generally hopes to have a detailed grasp of the patient's daily situation. Such as food, mood and so on.

The records of these situations are almost always carried out by nurses.

So, it's normal.

The agent looked at the female nurse again, then turned around and winked at his colleague.

The colleague immediately adjusted his agent's headset, and then said in a low voice:

"The bald eagle is calling, a nurse is going to enter the ward, immediately check who arranged it."

"receive!"

A minute later, a reply came from the headset, which was a normal routine medical record.

Through the headset, the agent also heard the reply. Then, the agent reached out and took her medical record from the female nurse.

The medical record is an ordinary woodblock plus A4 paper, and the pen is an ordinary ballpoint pen.

"You still have a son? 4 years old this year?" the agent suddenly asked.

This jumpy question made the female nurse extremely nervous: "Yes... yes."

"Where is he now?"

"He...he's sleeping at home!"

The agent returned the medical record and pen to the female nurse, then turned around and opened the door of the ward for her.

The female nurse breathed a sigh of relief and hurried into the ward.

The ward was concealed, and the two agents did not follow in because there were still people in the ward.

Ike's mother, Mrs. Williams, is 1.77 meters tall and weighs 70KG.

No matter how you look at it, it is impossible for the female nurse to knock her down silently. Because according to the female nurse's information, she has only received medical training, and she does not have a suitable weapon.

This is the real reason why the two agents let the female nurse in.

The FBI scoffs at the plots that often appear in movies, where criminals pretend to be doctors, nurses, etc., and then push the medical trolley to trick the security guards into the ward and kill patients.

It's just a joke, with a medical trolley and some scalpels on it?

If the nurse came here with a trolley and surgical instruments, she would not be able to get to the ward at all, and would be stopped by other plainclothes agents at the end of the corridor.

...

There were two women whispering in the ward, as if the female nurse was asking Mrs. Williams, what did the little guy eat tonight, and how is his mental state...

After 3 minutes, the conversation in the ward stopped.

After another two minutes, the half-closed door was slightly opened, and the female nurse came out after registering.

Through the half-open door, the agent peered in.

The little guy under his protection was sleeping soundly. Beside him, Mrs. Williams was wrapping up the quilt for the little guy, as if worried that he would catch a cold at night.

Everything is fine.

The agent nodded again, let the female nurse leave, and then closed the door of the ward.

...

Time passed quickly, it was dawn, and Ike woke up.

As soon as I opened it, I saw my mother looking at me dotingly.

Ike's heart warmed, and he said cutely: "Mom, I'm hungry."

"Mom, go prepare breakfast for you!" Mrs. Williams kissed her son, then got up and walked out of the ward.

At this time, a beam of morning light shone on the hospital bed.

Hey, where is the morning light?

Ike turned his head quickly and looked to the side. It turned out that the curtains had been pulled open a small slit by someone.

The morning light is projected from the window.

In the ward where I live, aren't the curtains closed all the time?

Forget it, think about it, maybe it was my mother who opened it last night.

Go to sleep and wait for dinner.

Ike closed his eyes again, planning to go back to sleep.

As Ike fell asleep again, on the opposite side of this ward, in a commercial building 800 meters away, the curtains of a room were opened a little.

Behind the curtain, a sniper rifle appeared and aimed at the ward...