The woman in the suite bedroom was trying hard to step on her back when she suddenly saw a black figure flashing away in the living room and screamed!
"What are you yelling for!" the fat man beneath him yelled in dissatisfaction.
"A ghost... floated... from the living room..." The woman swallowed hard and pointed outside the living room: "It flew out of the window again."
"Fart! Where did this ghost come from?" the man cursed. He looked up at the empty living room and found nothing unusual. He immediately pointed at the woman and cursed:
"You saw it wrong!"
"Please pay attention to me."
"Otherwise, I will complain to your boss and kick you out to stand on the street!"
"Um...oh..." Seeing that the guest was angry, the woman quickly apologized in a low voice: "Lie down..."
The man lay down again, letting the woman kneel on his back, and let out a comfortable moan...
However, while the woman was concentrating on her movements, she still glanced at the living room with her peripheral vision intentionally or unintentionally.
…
At this time, Pence Rodman was still sitting on the sofa, staring at the clock on the wall.
The lit cigar had burned to the end. The Sheriff impatiently threw it into the ashtray and drank half the cup of green tea in one gulp.
Turning his head and looking at the wine cabinet next to him, Pence took out a bottle irritably, pulled out the cork after a few clicks, and drank from the bottle.
After killing a third of it in one go, Pence Rodman burped...
The anxiety in my heart eased a little.
I sat back on the sofa with the bottle in hand and looked at the time. Eighteen minutes had passed...
"Hao Ruyi..." the director of public security gritted his teeth and muttered silently.
At this moment, a slight "ta-ta-ta" sound suddenly came from the living room.
It's intermittent, but it must be man-made, because it's very rhythmic!
Someone knocked on the window?
Bedroom window!
Pence Rodman frowned and did not get up immediately. Instead, he lowered his body and fell on the sofa.
As the Director of Public Security, Pence has extensive experience in matters such as "assassinations" and "kidnappings", and he also knows how to respond to emergencies.
While lying on his side on the sofa, he quickly reached out, pulled out the pistol from his gun bag, and loaded the gun.
With the gun in hand, Pence Rodman slowly raised his head and looked at the living room with the corner of his eye.
There is nothing abnormal, only the knocking sound of "ta...ta...ta..." is still coming from the living room window!
Pence stood up, held the gun with both hands, put his index finger tightly on the trigger, slowly stood up from behind the sofa, and walked over against the wall.
At the door of the living room, he quickly took a look and found a furry thing outside the bedroom window...
Very fat! Like a round ball...
A bit like a cat!
Pence stabilized his posture, squatted down slightly, and took another look at his waist.
He didn't stay at his original position because he was afraid that the other party would have a gun aimed at him.
I can see it clearly this time...
It is indeed a cat!
The fat brown long-haired cat squatted on the sill outside the window, with its back turned to itself, as if overlooking the night scene outside.
Just the long furry tail swept back and forth, hitting the glass on the window, making a "tap...tap...tap..." sound.
Had a great time...
Heaving a sigh of relief, Pence Rodman hesitated for a moment and did not put down the pistol he was holding tightly in both hands...
He was thinking about whether to shoot this annoying cat in the head!
It's just a matter of paying for a piece of glass...
After thinking about the massage for a while, Pence smiled and cursed at the yellow cat's back: "Little beast, you are lucky."
"I'm in a good mood today, I don't want to see blood!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the fat yellow cat seemed to understand Pence's words. His tail immediately stopped swinging. Instead, he tilted the cat's head and kept rubbing against his shoulders. He stretched out a fat cat paw and touched his neck.
scratching.
"I don't know whether to live or die!" Burns stepped forward, preparing to drive the cat away.
Just before I took two steps, three yellow cat spirits appeared on the neck of the yellow cat outside the window.
One of the cats flashed with light, as if a match was lit, then quickly went out and returned to its original appearance.
Fat cat looks back
Suddenly he showed a playful expression that only an Ironman could have, and smiled proudly at Pence Rodman...
Pence Rodman shuddered coldly, stopped walking stiffly, his heart was shaken, and he screamed secretly.
As the director of public security, of course he knew about the existence of contractors, and his personal bodyguard Yuan Ming was a well-known contractor in Hot Spring City. Although ordinary people could not feel any spiritual fluctuations, Pence immediately thought of the yellow cat spirit.
It is a contract item with some unknown function...
Because Maoling glows! It emits a faint red light that is common when contract items are activated!
And the cat in front of me is definitely no ordinary cat!
He quickly raised the pistol, only to find that his body was stiff and his fingers were like stones. He tried his best but could not pull the trigger!
Outside the window in the field of vision, the hair on the yellow cat's body was flying as if it had received an electric shock, and its two cat eyes were blood red!
After a few seconds, the yellow cat outside the window fell on the windowsill, as if unconscious.
Pence Rodman found that he had lost his sense of touch and his stiff body began to move, but it was completely out of his control.
I can see things through my eyes and hear sounds through my ears, but I can't move at all!
The hands in the field of vision slowly lowered their hands, pulled the pistol sleeve, and the loaded bullets flew out...
"Don't always play with guns, these things are very dangerous..."
This is...my own voice!
The Chief of Public Security heard himself speaking, and the voice was clearly his own, so familiar that it couldn't be more familiar - after all, he had been listening to it for decades.
The only difference is...the tone is mixed with joking and a lewd smile.
Pence Rodman experienced initial surprise, and then deep-seated annoyance—that he had been tricked so easily.
The Director of Public Security screamed crazily in his heart:
"Where is Yuan Ming? Yuan Ming!"
"There was a contractor attack, why didn't you notice?"
…….It’s a pity that there is no sound!
The state of losing his body quickly made him feel desperate. While overcoming the panic in his heart, he guessed the purpose of the sudden attack...
It shouldn't be an assassination... If it was an assassination, just do it directly!
This quickly calmed him down.
This yellow cat on the other side should...should have the ability to control the human body? No, it's not manipulating the human body, it should be deprivation of consciousness, similar to possession!
How could the contractor be a cat?
Could it be that he possessed the cat first and then possessed me?
Just as Pence was thinking rapidly, he heard the "cheap version" of himself speak again:
"Don't be afraid...I won't let you die. I just want to ask you something."
Pence Rodman was stunned. He quickly thought about his enemies and opponents, but he didn't have any clues!
I am the Chief of Public Security, I am the only one who interrogates others, and someone actually wants to interrogate me...
The change of identity made Pence Rodman feel weird.
However, when he thought of the word "interrogation", he quickly recalled the memory of interrogating criminal suspects at the Public Security Department - as the Chief of Public Security, he was extremely experienced.
It's not about coercing confessions by words or deeds, it's just interrogation. My counter-reconnaissance ability is enough to prevent the other party from getting the information they want...
No one can get the information they want from the Sheriff!
What does the other party want to ask me?
...Pence Rodman suddenly had an idea, his heart was shocked, and he subconsciously wanted to open his eyes wide, but his body couldn't.
Could it be...
The body moved again in the field of vision, this time picking up the fallen bullets on the ground, ejecting the magazine from the pistol, and putting the bullets back into the magazine.
After holstering the empty gun, he walked to the window sill, opened the window, and carefully brought the unconscious yellow cat in.
Without stopping for a moment, his body began to move quickly. First, he approached the bathroom. Pence Rodman saw himself in the mirror again, but the expression on his face was no longer the cold one from a high position, but the corners of his mouth were raised and exaggerated.
smile…
Just like that, the Sheriff saw himself in the mirror slowly adjusting his shirt and restoring its smoothness.
………
Yuan Ming wanted to curse at this moment!
When he rushed over, the spiritual fluctuations disappeared again...
A few minutes ago, he rushed to the designated location and searched almost the entire nearby area, but he didn't find even half a human hair.
"Weird..." he muttered, and Yuan Ming turned around.
The building of Crystal Palace Nightclub stands in the dark night, and the neon lights all over the stairs are still flashing...
Yuan Ming was suddenly shocked.
Could it be that he was sent away from the mountain?
No, there weren't any spiritual fluctuations in the direction of the Crystal Palace... He reached out and touched his earrings to make sure that the sensory enhancement was always on.
If it were an ordinary Ironman, Burns, as the Commissioner of Public Security, would be able to handle it, and the Crystal Palace Nightclub also had security guards, all armed with guns.
Think too much!
With a spat on his lips, Yuan Ming stood up, transformed into nothingness again in the shadow of a building, and sprinted through the walls to the Crystal Palace Nightclub.
As we approach the building...
Even though he could transform into a void ghost and penetrate walls, Yuan Ming did not have the ability to jump directly to the third floor, and considering the punishment of the Supervisory Office, he returned to his human form.
Being able to be seen by ordinary people will give the Inspection Office an excuse, and a more serious situation will be arrest...
He deactivated his ability, pulled out the pistol and held it in the sleeve of his windbreaker, followed the door of the Crystal Palace into the dance hall on the first floor, and climbed up the stairs along the passage.
Arriving at the third floor, the bright corridor was still quiet and nothing unusual appeared. Yuan Ming breathed a sigh of relief...
After recalling his room number, he walked over quickly, preparing to take a hot bath as soon as possible.
It won't work if I don't soak it. The itching caused by the original sin has gradually become serious. The skin on the chest where the windbreaker is open has appeared red spots. I can't help but want to scratch it like crazy!
At this time, two figures walked down the corner of the corridor on the other side, causing Yuan Ming to stop pushing the door and entering.
A black-haired Tang man and a blonde "white-skinned" woman, both wearing evening dresses, walked towards me along the stairs.
Seeing the woman trying to knock on the Director of Public Security's suite, Yuan Ming shouted coldly: "Wait a minute."