Victor pursed his lips and snickered. After learning that the man's ability could no longer work, his heavy heart finally relaxed.
But the cold water came quickly, and William immediately splashed it on his face.
"But the other person still has his left hand. If he wants to, he can get used to holding a pen with his left hand within a month."
His relaxed expression suddenly froze, and the remaining fear lingered like a haze. Victor repeatedly chanted the word "Death" in his mind, and suddenly thought that this path seemed to be connected to the butterfly phase.
Connecting meat and butterfly...
According to the information revealed by Vader, the path rules are actually the reverse deviation ritual, and the deviation ritual creates the secret transmission of the asexual phase. So, can we directly think that the asexual seers may have control over their own
What about the conversion rules for paths?
Isn’t it time that the rules of the path that we have been pursuing so hard are here?
Although Victor was afraid, he also got an opportunity. From any aspect, he could not let go of the young man named Albert.
"Will the Anti-Suppression Department continue to investigate this case?" Victor asked William.
William said it was difficult to say because he had not yet received notification from the Inspection Bureau.
Victor nodded, it seemed that he had to rely on himself next.
However, just as he was about to leave William's office, William stopped him and told him: "Actually, I have other tasks for you. Even if you don't come to me today, I will call you.
"
Other tasks?
Victor looked at him doubtfully.
"Is there no one in the Anti-Suppression Department? I feel like I've been very busy lately."
Hearing Victor complain, William lit a new cigar: "It's not that you need to go somewhere to investigate, and there are no other cases happening. The things I arranged for you are private, because no one else can do it."
These words made Victor even more confused. Just as he was about to ask a question, William asked him first: "You left your secret identity on the list of heroic spirits. It's a butterfly, right?"
Victor nodded slowly, guessing in his mind what William would ask next, but he guessed none of them.
Just listen to William continue to say.
"Nearly half of the secret transmission capability information is recorded in the internal database of the Ministry of Defense and Suppression. Some are comprehensive, such as the 'Obituary' just now, and some are vague, such as the 'Keeper of the Ring' in Sullivan, but they have never been recorded
The few words about the Butterfly Secret Transmission mean that ninety-nine percent of the intelligence agencies around the world don’t know what kind of invisible skills the Butterfly Secret Transmission possesses."
"Your appearance is surprising, Mr. No. 99. In the past few days, I have never asked you to find out what the invisible art taught by Die secretly is. After all, this is the system of the Ministry of Defense and Suppression. Elite agents have the right to
Keep your own secrets.”
"But after several observations and judgments, I can see that you should be able to change people's luck, right?"
Victor frowned, he was surprised by William's inference. This minister was far more unfathomable than he appeared on the surface.
There is no point in denying it, but Victor doesn't know how to answer it in detail, so he just nodded slightly and asked him: "Is there any problem with this?"
"The reason why I chose you is because you can bring good luck to others, so..."
William took out his thick leather jacket from the hanger behind the chair, then picked up the hat hanging on the same hanger and finished wearing it in front of Victor.
"I need you to go out with me for a while. This mission will only delay your time for one night. No matter what the outcome is, you will be free tomorrow."
As soon as William finished speaking, the office door was pushed open by a woman.
The woman named Amanda was running head-on into the smoke that filled the room.
She complained to William very angrily: "If you die of lung cancer, I will definitely transport you to the red earth and stuff you into those humid pyramids."
After hearing this, Victor had a question in his mind: Why the pyramid?
William went over to comfort her and then told her his next plan.
After Amanda opened the window of the room, she looked back at Victor with cold eyes.
"Are you ready?" she asked William.
William shrugged, looking extremely relaxed.
Amanda's expression gradually became serious: "Did you find those things?"
William smiled slightly: "I went to the Western Continent not just to participate in a ridiculous trial."
Amanda took a deep breath, her chest trembling with her breath: "We have always been together, when did you..."
"Yes, our physical bodies have always been together, but have you forgotten what my third secret is?" After William finished speaking, he looked at Victor again and nodded in greeting.
Amanda glanced at Victor coldly again: "Why did you let this newcomer do that with you? I am your assistant. You should let me accompany you to meet that weird girl."
"Because I need you to sit in the Anti-Suppression Department. You know, Amanda, if anything happens to me, you are the best candidate to be the next minister." After William finished speaking, he straightened his round-brimmed hat, and then held his hands in his hands.
Amanda's cheek said, "Even if you are omnipotent in your dream, you still can't help me in this matter."
The conversation between the two of them puzzled Victor, as they seemed to be talking about something all the time.
But what the "thing" was, these two guys were like the two Riddlers, unwilling to say a word.
"Let's go, Mr. No. 99, I'll take care of today's dinner and midnight snacks."
Under Amanda's distrustful gaze, Victor followed William and left the anti-suppression department.
…
The minister did not contact the carriage, but walked directly towards the Blackwater area where working poor people gathered.
If you don't take a car, the distance is quite long. Victor didn't know where he was going at first. When they stood on the stone bridge of the canal in the subdivision, Victor realized that they had reached the edge of the Blackwater area.
Almost two hours had passed, and Victor's legs were weak.
It's already dark, and there are trucks and workers on the road who are still busy at night.
William's spirit was extremely high, and he didn't even smoke. It was completely different from the state he was in when he said that his secret agent was a sleeper.
It seemed as if something extremely exciting was waiting for him ahead, like marijuana, which can make a scrawny addict rise from paralysis.
Arriving at the Blackwater area, William led Victor into an almost deserted alley. The smell of damp earth and the stench of overflowing septic tanks made people gag.
Victor thought that the place they were about to go was a garbage dump piled in the corner of the city. Unexpectedly, William found the only private house in this disgusting area.
When the two of them stood in front of the rotten wooden door two steps down, Victor still couldn't believe that no one, even the lowest-level workers, would choose to live next to septic tanks and garbage dumps.
The upper-class fur coat that William was wearing didn't match the ugly, self-built house in front of him at all.
Bang bang bang, he knocked on the door lightly and waited quietly for the reaction of the people inside.
Lightning appeared in the sky, and then the first heavy rain fell, immediately soaking their bodies.
Victor cursed secretly, as if the wooden door in front of him had sensed it, there was finally movement.