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"The structure of the internal organs is no different from that of ordinary people."

"The brain wave frequency is abnormal, but the energy fluctuations controlled by the mind have not yet been detected."

Moira pushed the giant brainwave scanner away, revealing the childish face of a young man in a hoodie. He looked like a half-grown child.

The young man's eyes were dull and his pupils were dilated, like a vegetative person who had lost consciousness. However, Jarvis's investigation information showed that he was a college student. A few days ago, he had just attended the freshman dance with his classmates.

He is described as a funny and talkative friend.

Zhang Ming asked: "Can you awaken his original consciousness?"

Moira said in embarrassment: "He doesn't have any physiological trauma. In this case, we can only wait for the big boss's influence on him to disappear and wake up on his own. When did he become like this?"

Zhang Ming recalled: "I stunned him first. On the way back, he woke up once and struggled for a while. When he was approaching the Stark Industrial Building, his body suddenly became stiff, and then you see

Arrived status.”

Moira scanned every piece of data in the device and quickly made analysis and judgment.

"There are two possibilities. One is that the big boss feels that this puppet is no longer useful, and actively cuts off contact, leaving him to fend for himself; the other is that the big boss's mind control has a distance limit. Once it exceeds a certain distance, it will lose control.

ability."

Zhang Ming nodded and said: "I prefer the second option. The big boss was injured and relied on a life-support device to survive. It is impossible that his superpowers will not be affected. Otherwise, there is no need for him to hide. With the blue potion

, he only needs to control a group of puppets in the dark to carry out suicide attacks."

In the corner, the big boss closed his eyes, stuck out his tongue, and pretended to be still unconscious. In fact, his ears had already been raised. The more he listened to the conversation between Zhang Ming and Moira, the more frightened he became, and his tail moved involuntarily.

Shivering slightly.

They figured out his identity!

They even knew he was on life support!

When the big boss was first captured, he felt that he was unlucky. Now it seems that using the identity of a dog to steal information is really suitable.

Thinking of this, the big boss couldn't help but smile.

"Why is there a giggling dog here?"

Trevor walked in with a crab step. The injury on his butt had not healed yet, so walking like this would not hurt. He held his nose in his hands, looked around, and finally applied it on the big boss's body, using his long

Mao wiped his hands.

The big boss stared at him fiercely, bared his teeth, and wanted to bite Trevor to death.

He remembered this guy. Last time, Trevor fell from the sky and sat on his head. Only then did the situation change, and the big boss fell into the state of being chased by Zhang Ming.

"Zhang Ming, did you bring this dog back? I heard that Chinese people like to eat dog meat. Are you going to show us your cooking skills?" Trevor looked at the big boss up and down, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it, "Don't say,

It’s quite fat. Do you want to bake it or fry it?”

“Woof woof! (How can you eat dogs! Dogs are humans’ friends!)”

"No, it's stewed over low heat."

The big boss's momentum disappeared, his tail was tucked between his legs, and he made a whining sound from his mouth.

He was really frightened.

Angela, who was assisting on the side, opened her mouth wide: "Do you really know how to eat dogs?"

The big boss retracted his tail and hid behind Angela, his legs trembling slightly.

Zhang Ming smiled and said: "In our country, some people feel uncomfortable if they don't eat for a while. Some people are just like you, who are very repulsive and feel sick when they hear the word "eating dogs". This is different from France.

Eating raw oysters, like Swedish canned herring, every culture has its own special food."

"Woof woof. (So do you want to eat me or not?)"

Zhang Ming rubbed the dog's head: "I haven't eaten it, and I have no plans to put it in your recipe for the time being, so don't worry."

The big boss's legs weakened and he sat down on the ground. His mood was ups and downs, all of which turned into exhaustion written on his face.

"What are you talking about eating?"

Franklin and Roy walked in together after they had just parked the car.

Roy was wearing a khaki long windbreaker today, with a black turtleneck sweater underneath that just covered his Adam's apple, a pair of dark trousers, and a pair of black leather boots.

Her long blond hair is slightly curly, and her overall image is capable and gives people a very warm feeling.

He narrowed his eyes with a smile and waved to Zhang Ming.

"Who is this lady?"

Moira had not met Roy yet, so Zhang Ming briefly introduced the identities of both parties, emphasizing his gender. Moira raised her eyebrows and shook hands with Roy.

"You have good taste in clothes."

"Thanks."

After the greetings, Zhang Ming asked Roy: "Why are you here?"

"I heard from Franklin that you were investigating a blue agent recently."

"Do you have news?" Zhang Ming asked.

Roy nodded, and Zhang Ming was curious as to how a dance teacher could be related to the blue potion that improves physical fitness. Maybe it would be possible if he were a boxing teacher.

Roy said: "Just a few days ago, more than one student told me that a new type of product appeared in New York, codenamed: Blue Ocean. It is expensive, but the effect is very good. After using it, you will feel that you can do anything.

And it can really improve strength and stamina.

It has begun to spread among some wealthy second-generation people who are pursuing excitement. There is a girl who was almost injected. She reminded me to be careful. It is said that this drug is very addictive. Just one time,

You can never get rid of it."

"Do you have a sample?" Moira asked.

Roy took out a small blue bottle from his windbreaker pocket and handed it over. There were fine thorns at the bottom of the bottle, making it easier for the rich people to drink it.

Moira put the device in for inspection and came to a conclusion after a few minutes.

"This is a derivative of the blue potion. Depending on the physique, it is estimated that three to four times will leave a backdoor for the big boss. As long as he is within the radiation range of his psychic ability, he may be controlled."

Now the big boss is seriously injured. I think when he controlled those monsters, the range of mind control reached almost half of New York. And his targets were the rich and politicians. Controlling these people would mean the same for the ordinary people below.

Be directed.

"The spread of the 'blue ocean' must be curbed. Can the seller be investigated?" Zhang Ming asked.

"Now that we have a clue, do you still remember the bearded man we met that night when we were looking for Roy? He was the Chinese kung fu enthusiast who wanted to recognize you as his master. After he heard that I was inquiring about Lan Hai, he took the initiative to contact me.

, quietly told me the time and place of the last transaction.”

Zhang Ming remembered that guy. He was still holding Zhang Ming's thigh and begging to be accepted as his disciple. Later, Zhang Ming stunned him with an electric shock.

"When was the transaction?"

"Just tonight, Blue Ocean shipments have been very large recently, and the supply exceeds demand in the market. Shipments are shipped almost every day."

Zhang Ming looked at the time and said, "Okay, let's go there and lay in wait to see if we can follow the clues and find the big boss's lair. Do you need to prepare?"

Trevor grinned: "Don't worry, there is a gun in the trunk of the car 24 hours a day."

Zhang Ming, Xiao Fu, Lao Cui and Roy went downstairs together, preparing to attack tonight's drug deal. Originally, Zhang Ming didn't want Roy to come with him. After all, his image was too deceptive, making people think he was a

Weak girl.

But he insisted on going together.

"My students were almost killed. As a teacher, I must solve the problem from the source."

Considering his skills, Zhang Ming finally agreed, and the four of them sat in a car and headed to the transaction site.

Moira returned to the laboratory to continue her research. Angela took a ham sausage and placed it at the feet of the big boss. She checked the chain again and made sure it would not loosen, and then she chased Moira with confidence.

The big boss pretended to be an ordinary dog, picked up the food, and chewed it.

After everyone left, he spit out the ham and spat in disgust. He usually ate steaks and seafood. When had he ever eaten such cheap poor food?

The pretended cuteness on the big boss's face disappeared and was replaced by an evil smile.

Idiot Zhang Ming, your biggest mistake was to bring me back and let me hear your plan!

Like a human being, he stood up on his hind legs and looked around. When he saw the computer on the table, he couldn't help laughing and his tongue drooped from one side.

With a chain around his neck, he tried to control the young man's puppet on the hospital bed, but he was too far away from his body and the puppet didn't respond at all.

He had no choice but to turn around, pull the chain to its longest length, and then use his hind legs to reach the computer.

The big boss used all his strength, stood up on one of his toes, and touched the computer's power button.

After a few seconds, the computer enters the desktop.

No power-on password!

The big boss felt that God was helping him.

Using one toe, Big Boss moved the mouse, clicked on the web page, tapped the keyboard letter by letter, and entered the email address.

"There is a mole, terminate the transaction!"

In this state, he really couldn't enter too much text, and a simple sentence was enough.

The "ding" of the arrival of the elevator came from outside. Someone was coming and he had to hurry up.

Stretching one leg straight for a long time gave him the feeling that he was about to get cramped. "Hold on for a while, hold on for a while longer," the boss encouraged himself, and his toes finally landed hard on the Enter key!

Success!

"beep"

A prompt pops up on the screen:

"Sorry, the email failed to be sent. Please enter the correct address."

The big boss frowned and saw that there was a letter input error.

"Woof! (Faq!)"

The dog's paws slapped the floor wildly, venting its anger.

The heavy and powerful footsteps were getting closer and closer. The big boss stared at the web page. After a few tenths of a second of hesitation, he closed all the interfaces, deleted the browsing history, and then lay down on the ground pretending that nothing happened.

As soon as he finished doing this, Steve walked in.

"Little guy, Zhang Ming told me that the dog he picked up was you, right? What's your name?"

Steve was petting the dog when he suddenly felt something sticky on his hands. When he took a closer look, it looked like a lump of boogers.

The big boss chuckled.

"Woof woof! (Silly!)"