Prostrate at the air exchange port, fautesven took off a button on his sleeve. The button of this mirror is not low-grade. Not all buttons should be polished enough to be like a mirror.


    Through the image reflected by the button, he observed MARGES resting in the room. There were at least four agents guarding here outside the door. He didn''t have any hot weapons. Once he fell into a small-scale combat effectiveness, he was likely to stay here forever.


    Many people say that he is like a ghost, with superb hand reaching and killing skills, but many people don''t know that what he is really powerful is his hairless head and special talents.


    He is very clever. He knows how to win the most at the least cost, so he needs to wait for a chance.


    Put away the buttons, like the insects that died in the air exchange pipe for a long time, leaving only the body, he crawled in the pipe, but no one knew he was here. He didn''t move, and even his breathing slowed down.


    Listening to the subtle words of those agents outside the door, his thoughts floated back to the task phone. Some absurd and incomprehensible things also made people feel ridiculous.


    Commander: "do you know enough about human organs?"


    Fautesian: "yes..."


    Commander: "then you have a way to make a person become a little stupid without risking his life, like losing a certain capacity. Do you understand what I mean?"


    Fautesven: "... There''s some trouble, but it''s not a big problem. I''ll try to be careful."


    Commander: "there are some special tasks this time. You don''t need to assassinate the target character. You just need to make the other party lose part of his behavioral ability and make him look like those old people who were seduced and degenerated by the devil when they were young."


    In the past, religious law clearly pointed out that drinking is a way to get close to the devil. The devil will make people slow in response, stiff in action and low in IQ through drinks.


    They often introduce those patients with Alzheimer''s disease and some neuroses to others as alcoholics, so as to warn others not to drink, let alone drink.


    The commander''s words seemed to remain in his ears. If he hadn''t realized that fighting alone was not a good way after all, he wouldn''t take the task.


    He had realized it, so he took over the difficult task without much consideration. Fortunately, it was not beyond his ability.


    The person who released the task hoped that margus would not die, but he would become a little... It seemed that there were some problems. This was a special entrustment. He had enough ways to solve these things.


    Fautesven is a very special person. He trained his organization and thought he was a person with "talent". He can perceive other people''s activity route through some force that can''t be explained up to now, and even know the other person''s next action in advance.


    In addition, he can also focus on a certain point in a very chaotic situation, for example, he can hear someone whispering in a noisy market dozens of meters away.


    Whenever he lowers his head, everyone will ignore his existence. Of course, there is a premise that there must be more people around who will not arouse the vigilance of the target. He can skillfully stand with these people like the background board. As long as he stands together, even if the target is close to his face, he and his abnormalities can not be found.


    Fotexiwen, who has many natural extraordinary abilities, is bound to become a legend, and there can only be such a legend. Therefore, there is no goal he can''t do in this world, only an envoy he can''t find!


    "The vehicles are ready and the navy has landed. We still have ten minutes, sir!"


    The sound from the room below made fotexiwen come back to his senses. He listened carefully to the movement below, and vaguely predicted something through his special ability, and then returned to the pipe.


    Margus sat on the hospital bed. He looked at the clock hanging on the wall, then slowly turned and sat up, put on his shoes, and slowly walked towards the door with the help of his wife. "I need to be convenient before leaving. You can help me prepare my clothes."


    The old woman smiled reluctantly. She joked, "you are still so shy. I can help you..."


    Margus laughed and broke away from his wife''s help. He opened the bathroom door alone. The moment he turned to close the door, he smiled and said, "this is not shyness, but my respect for each other, beautiful lady!"


    He gently closed the door and sat on the toilet. The gunshot wound on his waist and abdomen was pressed by gauze. There was a trace of red in the middle of the gauze, which looked much better.


    He sighed again. As soon as he gets older, many things come one after another. In the past, it was normal for him not to go to the bathroom all day, but now as long as he has this idea, it will lead to big trouble if it is not solved as soon as possible.


    After all, years are unforgiving. It''s old.


    About two minutes later, when he turned to look at the water supply switch, he was stunned to see through the reflection of the mirror that the bath cloth in the shower room was suddenly pulled open, and a man in a bareheaded doctor''s dress stepped out with an expressionless step.


    Margus didn''t immediately raise his voice. It was often the stupidest choice to anger the assassin. Many people clearly had the opportunity to change the solution of death, but they lost their lives because they chose the stupidest solution.


    "If I were you, I wouldn''t speak a word..." without giving MARGES any chance to speak, he cut MARGES''s neck with his palm. As soon as the old man''s eyes turned white, he fell forward and was just hugged by him.


    He laid Maggs flat on the ground and pulled a soft metal needle half a foot long from the edge of the collar.


    He pointed the needle at Maggs'' nostrils, then gently poked it in and sent it in bit by bit. The other finger pressed on Maggs'' eyebrows. About ten seconds later, he released his hand slightly, and the hand holding the needle began to twist the soft needle and continue to drill in.


    Maggs, who was already unconscious, was suddenly like a spring compressed to the limit. His whole body bounced. Although the range was not large, his strength was not small.


    This is one of the many manifestations when the brain nerve is damaged. It is not an accident.


    About ten seconds later, he pulled out the soft needle, then threw it into the drain of the basin and rushed into the pipe. He looked at the watch on his wrist, then straightened his appearance and climbed back through the vent pipe.


    About seven minutes later, fotexiwen had changed his formal clothes and walked out of the hospital hall with his head held high. He was not slow and his steps were particularly stable. At this time, a "weak" scream suddenly came out from the room on the fifth floor. The agents guarding the downstairs pulled out their weapons one after another, brushed past him and ran upstairs.


    Out of the door, he glanced back, put on his sunglasses and disappeared into the crowd.