Theoretically, White could dial anyone's number in the world.
Just rely on intuition.
Once the name and appearance in your mind are projected to the universe, you can find him in an incredible way.
Whether it's asking someone to enter their numbers, or buying Powerball tickets.
If he wants to find someone's number, he only needs to go to a lottery shop and play a lottery ticket, and by arranging the numbers together, it becomes that person's mobile phone number. It's just faster to find a random passerby and let him input it intuitively.
There's no technical component, just luck, that's all.
In fact, White has never used hints to the extreme. He doesn't know the side effects, and he can't guarantee that kind of luck... Is it beyond human understanding? For example, in the universe, the only way for people to escape is death, then he said
Maybe it will just hang up.
He can do anything extraordinary if he wants to.
In fact, he tried.
If he wants to know someone's address, he only needs to find a map, turn on suggestion, project his thoughts to the universe, find someone to blindfold him, and let him throw darts at the map, and he can immediately know the location of that person.
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Of course, he had done this to Colin, but that guy seemed to be entangled by some mysterious power, just like visualizing him through a gem. Without the help of the strange red and green lines, he would not be found at all.
The reason why he had to find someone else was a phenomenon that White himself could not understand. It was just like luck must be completely random and cannot be intervened subjectively by himself.
This also makes him a pessimist, because it further proves that... destiny is something that cannot be resisted by man's own will.
White had people use darts to drop him many times, trying to find Colin's location, but every time he fell outside the world map. He didn't understand what was going on, so he had to follow the process honestly, and first went to Las Vegas.
Si, luckily I met a noble man like Rhodes, otherwise I really wouldn’t have been able to catch this guy.
The intelligence work of SCT is no worse than that of the Countermeasures Bureau. Because there are too many capitulation factions, it often penetrates even deeper than that of the Countermeasures Bureau.
Regarding the witnesses of the South Pacific incident and the information about the agents of Section 1, just like the Countermeasures Bureau stole a lot of important information about SCT, SCT was also stolen from the Countermeasures Bureau.
White was inexplicably familiar with those two people. After asking the headquarters to send information on important personnel, he dug out these two people from a large number of people. One was named Opal, who was an eyewitness to the South Pacific incident, and the other was named Pim, who was a witness to the incident in the South Pacific.
Detective of Section 1.
When White saw the lonely peak, he also had evil thoughts in his heart, and he probably guessed what was going on.
SCT has such an ironclad rule, that is, after finding the person who witnessed the incident, contact is prohibited and senior personnel will be notified immediately to deal with it.
Presumably the Countermeasures Bureau has a similar approach.
These people must be closely related to the outbreak of latent disease. The first department agent may have violated this rule, so he fled with the scholar and took refuge on a lonely peak shrouded in wind and snow.
But what he was clearly visualizing was Colin, but pictures that had nothing to do with it actually appeared. Perhaps it meant that Colin was also involved. Did he rush to kill him in order to prevent the matter from being exposed?
Let yourself be caught, Colin's handle.
The taxi driver saw that his cell phone kept ringing and there was no answer. His heart was in his throat, fearing that White would suddenly lose his mind and shoot himself.
Just when the driver was extremely nervous, the phone was connected. He handed the phone to White honestly, his legs trembling.
White took the phone.
Although the connection has been opened, the other party did not speak, there was only some faint sound of electricity.
"Hello, this is Mr. Colin."
“It’s a pleasure to serve you.”
"Can I take a minute of your time to introduce our best-selling products?"
White was playing a prank and wanted to show off his power, so he had to play a trick on him first.
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Colin found a random hotel bathroom, washed his face, took off his dusty coat and threw it into the white soot used to extinguish cigarettes above the trash can.
Another man in the bathroom was frightened by this operation. Originally, he only planned to use a trumpet, but when he saw the bloody clothes and Colin's actions of wiping the blood, he hurriedly hid in the stall and covered his mouth to prevent any sound.
Pretending not to notice, and the vicious scar on his face, he must be a murderer.
When Colin answered the phone, he felt a little confused. Was he overthinking it? Is he really just a tireless and conscientious salesman?
He hung up the phone directly.
Half a minute later, Colin arrived at the taxi stand and was about to call a taxi to go to the nursing home where his ex-wife was staying.
At this time, the phone received a text message, still from the same number. The content was a photo. The scene was in a taxi. A man in poor clothing and ill-fitting wide suit trousers was taking a picture of another person from a bird's eye view.
One cell phone, and on the other cell phone, there were photos of Pim and Opal's driver's licenses.
The cold winter wind was biting. Colin was waiting for the bus at the platform wearing only his shirt. The passers-by were talking about the previous loud noise, the stock market crash, the explosion, and the strange news broadcast. Not only did they not
Uneasy, but a little excited, eager to be liberated from some kind of shackles.
The thing that worried him the most happened. Just as Opal said, the opponent was the ninth in the combat catalog. He also had great hands and eyes, and could obtain most of the intelligence in the world.
And he has been exposed, and the current situation... is like walking on a tightrope.
Due to major events, taxi drivers had to collect their cars and go home. It was difficult to find a taxi. A man of medium height finally stopped a car and got in.
Colin had no time to worry about so-called rules.
Before the taxi drove away, he quickly rushed forward, opened the door, and violently pulled the man of medium height out. Using his strength, he threw the man casually, rolled him twice, and knocked him.
The bump caused some bruises and swollen face.
Colin didn't hesitate, got in and closed the door.
"You him..."
The driver hadn't finished swearing. He was planning to stand up for the passenger just now because he was exercising, but when he saw that face in the rearview mirror, his whole body shrank.
"Where are you going?"
Since Colin was not wearing a seat belt, the warning sound kept sounding, and the driver very considerately turned off the warning sound.
"Let's drive towards Queens first."
After Colin said this, he immediately asked the other end of the phone.
"What do you want to do."
His voice faintly carried the threat of killing the whole family. Colin had no way out, he had to fight against everything.
"Uh-oh..."
"Being so serious, Agent Colin."
"I'm very friendly."
"It's just that you pounced on me like a mad dog without any reason, which made me very nervous."
"It's amazing..."
"Just now, I learned some big news and wanted to talk to you."
"You can even have an interview."
"Because you can't hurt me."
"Even if it's just a hair."
"All your attacks and particles will bypass me directly."
"Because I can even manifest it in a macroscopic way..."
"Quantum Tunneling Effect."
"You're like a rat on a hot pot right now, Agent Colin."
