Hermione's red sports car followed the black car in front of her with a strange license plate, walking through the busy streets of New York, maintaining a distance that was neither too close nor too far away.
As a student of Deathstroke, tracking targets is also one of the so-called "basic skills of a mage" taught by the professor. There is nothing to say at all.
The field of vision in the rearview mirror is limited, and people have a safe distance in mind. Making use of this psychology is the key. Generally speaking, if you keep ten cars away from the vehicle you are following, and if the distance is more than fifty meters, there will be no risk of exposure.
Yes, of course, most people can’t do it.
But little Hermione was very relaxed, staring at the target with her peripheral vision while driving, and turned on the radio to listen to music.
Turning the button with her thin white fingers, she switched to the radio station in New York. Listening to the news was also a means of gathering intelligence, even though the professor had found the big tree just by his sense of smell after arriving in New York.
"Speaking of which, except for the aliens, this world seems to be no different from the worlds we know."
She was talking and looking at her professor with her big eyes.
"It just seems like that." Su Ming rolled down the window, put his arms on it, looked at the scenery passing by quickly on the roadside, and felt the strong wind blowing on his cheeks: "This is Marvel, and the universe is in the hands of the Transcendent Gods.
It’s just a marble that ordinary people can’t see. The level of strength is not bad at all, which is mainly reflected in the great integration of science and technology that occurred after the close contact between humans and aliens.”
"Would it be a bit risky if there are only two of us coming?" The black car in front entered the tunnel across the river, and Hermione continued to follow calmly: "And I am a wizard, and I may know more about Muggles than other wizards.
Technology, but this alien technology is beyond the scope of understanding.”
Su Ming shook his head with a smile, raised his head and took a sip of soda: "That's why I brought you here to study. I won't make any big moves here this time. I'll just get some good things back and you won't be noticed."
As the car drove through the tunnel, yellow lights flashed everywhere, and the blowing wind roared, making Hermione unable to hear the professor's laughter.
However, she rubbed her long hair, tilted her head and took a sip of soda through the straw, and still asked: "Is there anything good that you can like? Tell me your goal first, so that I can cooperate with you."
"Well, the main thing is to see if we can copy the manufacturing method of the A-Net. The 40K Earth only has a magic protective array and it is not enough. We need something scientific."
Deathstroke put away the empty soda bottle and started blowing air with his eyes closed:
"Secondly, we need to learn about the advanced space travel technology here, the manufacturing process of energy weapons, the organizational structure for managing aliens, the technological products that can be popularized by ordinary people, and the principles of the 'Deep Space Gate', etc.
Wait, maybe there are some good things that I don’t know about. Anyway, just grab whatever you encounter and just adapt to circumstances."
Hermione pouted her little mouth, and the black car in front left the passage and walked through the tutoring exit, and she followed: "So you brought me here because Ciri is too lively and Efilar is too extreme.
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"That's pretty much understandable. After all, you are my smartest student."
Deathstroke leaned swaying on the back of the seat, and the sun shone on his face, making him look lazy. Only the still firm voice came:
"I have never thought about purifying all aliens as 'alien', but I have to find a way to make them useful to me. Not only the 40K earth needs to be controlled, but also dozens of aliens in the ghost universe.
The planet inhabited by humans has not been effectively used, and always using military force to suppress it is not a long-term solution. I need some professionals to deal with the alien problem for me."
The little witch bit the straw and made a sound of sucking air. She touched the strangulating tentacles to indicate that she had finished drinking: "So the Tribunal of Efilar is a stick, and you are looking for a carrot this time."
"Yes, the adjutant and Brainiac 21 are both AI after all. They don't know enough about human nature, let alone manage aliens. Humans have to do this." The professor touched the student's head.
Then he rapped the windshield with his knuckles: "Keep your distance. They are going to eat pancakes. We don't want to enter the parking lot, just park on the side of the road."
The two detectives drove in front of a roadside restaurant. The dilapidated house looked like a common breakfast restaurant in the United States, very inconspicuous.
Hermione stopped the car on the side of the road and used her wand to change the color of the car: "What's so special about this pancake? Do you need to take it back and let the adjutant reverse engineer it?"
"No, it's just ordinary pancakes. Flour batter is added with a lot of sugar, then baked in a pan, and cherry jam is added after it comes out of the pan." Su Ming described American food to the students as if he could see the pancakes in the pan.
: "Don't be so sensitive. Not everything will be confiscated, at least the pancakes are not among them."
The student rolled his eyes at him and snorted: "I am British."
"That's okay. If you want to copy the pancake recipe, just copy it." Deathstroke rubbed his face and instantly transformed into his previous appearance. The appearance with black hair and black eyes is more in line with the person he wants to disguise: "You should also change it.
Looks, remember, we are now a secret agency of the Celestial Empire, here to negotiate terms and learn communication."
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The two agents ate quite quickly. Although Agent K liked the pancakes at this restaurant very much, he only ate half of them every time he came and drank a glass of orange juice, showing great restraint.
But the young J devoured his food like a wolf, almost as fast as his partner.
During the meal, the two chatted casually, the black guy told jokes, and the middle-aged man just smiled indifferently. All of this was seen by the strangulating tentacles stretched out by Deathstroke.
After leaving the door, the two people drove on the road again without answering any communications. It seemed that they were preparing to return to the headquarters.
This was also the case. After following the car for twenty minutes, the two people walked into a building with no windows. The building looked a bit like a library, but it only had a small wooden door.
There is no sign on the door, and there is no guard. The pedestrians coming and going on the roadside seem to be unable to see it, and they are in a hurry.
Shortly after the two agents entered, another car stopped on the side of the road, and a young Asian man and woman got out of the car, both wearing neat white suits and leather shoes.
The handsome man and the beautiful woman did attract some attention, but this is New York, a busy metropolis, and pedestrians' attention will not be focused on matters that have nothing to do with them.
The man raised his hand to look at his watch, nodded to the woman, and the two of them walked towards the building and pushed the door open.
The lobby on the first floor was empty except for the elevator at the other end and an old man sitting on a folding chair against the wall reading a newspaper. The old man was wearing a black suit and had a funny-looking dog lying beside him.
The smooth marble floor can reflect people's silhouettes, and the sound of leather shoes hitting the floor echoed in the empty hall. The visitor stopped in front of the doorman, smiled and said in English with a slight accent:
"Hello, Agent F, we are the 'people in white' from China. Can you please inform Agent O?"