An unknown bar with a shabby appearance, just like any bar you can find in any area where urban poor people gather. It has an old signboard and neon lights emblazoned with the word "Bar", and many parts of it have been
It went out due to poor contact, but no one was willing to repair it.
The door of the bar opened. Agent Liang Ye, who had finished his night of carnival after get off work, walked out with an unfinished bottle of wine in his hand.
His face was rosy and his steps were shaky, but he seemed to be in a good mood. Today, the bartender at the front desk was a young girl wearing fishnet stockings. She was new here, and she spoke with a sweet accent that almost made people melt.
That made him drink a few more drinks tonight, and he was more happy than usual. So when he got out from among a bunch of tall and handsome men with green dragons and white tigers tattooed on their bodies, the time was already much later than usual.
Liang Ye hummed a tune while picking up the wine bottle and pouring wine into his mouth from time to time. At this time, he didn't look like a well-trained warrior, let alone an extraordinary person with extremely dangerous power. He looked completely
He is just an ordinary drunkard, still immersed in the pleasure of a sleepless night and unable to calm down.
Perhaps it was his shaky steps that deceived others into thinking he didn't seem threatening - especially those who were watching him with ulterior motives.
Liang Ye staggered through the deserted street. When he passed a certain shadow, he drank all the remaining wine in the bottle in one breath. Then he suddenly picked up the bottle and threw it into the darkness on one side.
smash.
Clang.
The wine bottle exploded into pieces on someone's body, and glass shards flew everywhere. Liang Ye stretched out his arm and pulled the person out of the darkness. The supervisor was thrown to the sidewalk without any defense.
on, letting out a low groan.
Alcohol did not anesthetize him, but instead paralyzed the observer who was watching him.
Liang Ye laughed: "If you think I can do it when I'm drunk...
......Huh?"
When he saw clearly the person being stepped on, he was stunned for a moment.
The man was clearly wearing the uniform of Secret Service Branch 9.
It's one's own.
"Are you from the Ninth Division?" Liang Ye frowned, "Then why...?"
Before he could finish asking, there was a dense tingling sensation behind him.
Liang Ye immediately realized that there was more than one person ambushing him.
Soldiers were secretly ambush everywhere in the darkness, around corners and on high platforms. They fired anesthetic bombs at Liang Ye, and a large piece of anesthetic needle hit his back, and the anesthetic quickly flowed into his blood.
But he did not fall. He roared, kicked away the soldiers at his feet, and dragged his staggering body into the back of a nearby building. Unexpectedly, several soldiers immediately grabbed the zipline and fell from a high place, blocking him.
in front of him.
Liang Ye roared, flew between them, kicked one of them over with a flying kick, and then locked on the second one. The second soldier tried to shrink and dodge, but the skills he had learned throughout his life were incompetent in front of Liang Ye.
After hitting him, Liang Ye stretched out his arms and grabbed his shoulders. With a strong pull, he pulled him in front of him and knocked him to the ground with a knee strike.
But during this period, he received several more anesthesia needles on his back and waist.
More soldiers jumped down and surrounded him.
"The target is still in action! The threat has not been eliminated yet!"
"How the hell is this possible? This dose is enough to knock you down..."
"There are changes in the operation, and the target has not fallen." The team leader pressed the earphone and shouted, "Requesting to re-evaluate the feasibility of the mission. If the target releases the phantom..."
"No need, continue to execute as planned."
A cold voice came from the other end of the headset.
"Don't worry, Captain, the situation you are worried about will not happen. He will not release the Phantom. After all..."
On the aircraft carrier, Professor Miyazaki paused in front of the microphone at the other end and showed a confident smile.
"...No one understands the special beings in the Nine Locations better than me... No special person is exception."
Sure enough, as he said, Liang Ye did not release his world-destroying phantom that everyone feared until the very end.
But other than that, he struggled with almost all his strength, and his whole body was almost pricked like a hedgehog by anesthesia needles, but he still stubbornly knocked down several agents in succession.
The last four ropes tied up his limbs respectively. His limbs were stretched out into a large shape, and veins bulged all over his body due to the exertion.
He raised his head and roared like a trapped animal. At that moment, everyone's hearts trembled, as if they had seen the thunder and lightning explode in the next second, and all of them were instantly turned upside down like fried fish. ....
...but that didn't happen.
Liang Ye fell.
"Report, the target has been captured. Now prepare to bring it back."
The team leader wiped away the cold sweat and glanced at Liang Ye, who was lying on the ground unconscious, feeling strange in his heart.
As long as he summons the phantom, he obviously has the power to defeat them all easily. But why is he unwilling to take action even if he is forced into this situation?
...
"Very good, thank you for your hard work. Let's bring him back."
After Professor Miyazaki cut off the communication, another line was quickly connected.
That was another action team, and the target responsible for arresting was another special person from Secret Service 9 who had mastered the power of the phantom, the little girl named Fana.
small book booth
The reason is also a mental problem. Fana's problem is not a secret in the 9th Secret Service. Everyone knows that she imagined her phantom to be her long gone mother, but the opinions on her mental evaluation so far are all negative. control.
Apparently, someone judged that she was no longer so controllable.
"Report, no trace of the target found." Someone reported.
"What do you mean there is no trace?" Professor Miyazaki frowned.
“There is no one in her room,” the leader said. “It is speculated that she may have heard the news or noticed our presence in advance.
Judging from the traces at the scene, she should have escaped through the window."
"Hmm... Okay. According to the previous observation results, the red phantom does have a sensitivity that is independent of the body of the special person. It is not surprising that you were discovered." Professor Miyazaki said, "Then you should gather your team first. , we’ll talk about it later.”
After saying that, he frowned and thought for a moment. But within a moment, someone else came in in a hurry.
"Sir!"
"So what now?" He turned his head and glanced at the agent.
"It's Agent Luo Yajun..." the agent said quickly, "He disappeared from the interrogation room."
Professor Miyazaki: "..."
...
Somewhere in Jiangdu, an abandoned factory.
Katsa.
The electronic shackles that had been unlocked by the universal decryptor fell to the ground. Luo Yajun glanced at Batman beside him and showed a strange expression.
"So you really can come in and out as you please." He rubbed his wrist and glanced at Batman, "By the way, I originally thought you would take me to a bat safe house or something. I just said
I’m still wondering what a guy like you’s lair would look like... You don’t live in a cave, do you?”
Batman ignored it. He didn't care either. He only pondered for a moment, then looked at Batman and said seriously: "I didn't do it."
He was, of course, referring to the video that proved he attacked his teammates.
To be honest, he didn't care what other people thought of him, or even whether they would convict him of it. Those things didn't matter to him.
But only for Batman, he hopes that the other person can believe that he is innocent, even if the rest of the world doesn't think so, it doesn't matter.
"I know." Batman said calmly, "That's why I'm here."
"you know?"
Hearing this made Luo Yajun feel slightly relieved, but at the same time he was also confused.
"But how do you know? I mean... after all, the evidence seems to be solid, right? I only have empty testimony here. It may be that I was too stressed underground and had a mental problem.
But the child who was killed was wearing closed-circuit surveillance and real-time video recording, so it is almost impossible to fake..."
"Almost." Batman interrupted him and continued in a hoarse voice, "Someone had recorded that video in advance and manually overwritten part of the surveillance screen of the camera.
It was an image that was taken in advance and replaced with your appearance using AI face-changing technology. The technology is mature and the environment is dimly lit, so it is difficult to find flaws."
Luo Yajun was startled for a moment, but quickly reacted.
"So they have to have someone who can manually overwrite the surveillance content..."
"People within Secret Service 9, and have high enough authority." Batman continued, "This is not a single incident. You are being targeted."
"Yeah, it's obvious." Luo Yajun rubbed his temples, "I didn't believe it before, but now I think what those pharmaceutical people said might be true.
It’s hard to say about the others now. Only Liang Ye is probably a little stronger. I’ve seen him take action before, so he shouldn’t be able to control it so easily..."
"No." Batman said calmly, "He won't summon the Phantom."
Luo Yajun was stunned: "Why?"
"Because it is against the rules. Agent Liang Ye is afraid of the power of his phantom. He is afraid that he cannot control it, so he imposes the constraints of 'rules' on himself. He will only release the power of the phantom when he gets permission."
Luo Yajun was stunned for a moment: "Even if someone wants to do harm to him?"
"I'm afraid so." Batman continued in that weird voice, "Someone is targeting you, and it's someone who has power and knows all of you.
and......"
He paused, and his voice seemed to be a few degrees lower.