Cosma Empire

The Buddhist scripture in the ventilator took the button on the sleeve firmly off. This mirror button is not low grade. Not all buttons need to be polished enough to be mirror-like.

He observes Magus resting in the room through the image reflected by the button. At least four agents are guarding him outside the door. He does not have any hot weapons. Once in a small area, the combat power is likely to last forever. Stay here.

Many people say that he looks like a ghost with superb reach and killing skills, but many people don't know. What he really does is his head without hair and special talents.

He's smart, he knows how to get the biggest win with the least cost, so he needs to wait for an opportunity.

Putting away the button, like the dead body in the ventilation duct, only the worms in the body shell, he was trapped in the duct, but no one knew he was here, he was motionless, and even his breathing slowed down a bit.

Listening to the subtle voices of the agents outside the door, his thoughts floated back to the task phone. Something absurd and some things I didn't understand made people feel ridiculous.

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

Buddhist scripture: "Yes ..."

Commander: "Then you have a way to make a person stupid without the danger of life, like losing a certain capacity, do you understand what I mean?"

Buddhist scripture: "... somewhat troublesome, but the problem is not big, I will try my best to be careful."

Commander: "There are some special missions this time. You don't need to assassinate the target person. You only need to make the other person lose some of his ability to make him look like the old man who was tempted by the devil when he was young."

In the past, religious law has clearly stated that drinking is a way to get close to the devil. The devil can make people unresponsive, stiff, and low IQ through drinks.

They often refer people with Alzheimer's disease and some neurosis to other people as alcoholics to warn others not to drink, and not to drink too much.

The commander's words seemed to stay in his ears. He would not have taken on this task if he had not realized that singles alone was not a good idea after all.

He had realized it, so he took on this tricky task without much consideration, but fortunately, it did not exceed his ability.

The person who posted the task hopes that Magus will not die, but it will become a little ... it looks like a problem, this is a special commission, and he already has enough ways to solve these things.

The Buddhist scripture is a very special person, and has cultivated his organization to think that he has "talent". He can perceive other people's activities through a force that cannot be explained until now, and even know the other party's next move in advance.

In addition, he can concentrate on a certain point in very chaotic situations, such as hearing a whispered whisper from a person in a noisy market over tens of meters.

Every time he lowers his head, everyone will ignore his existence. Of course, there is a premise that there must be more people around that will not cause the target to be vigilant. He can cleverly match these backgrounds. The board people stand together, as long as they stand together, even if the target is close to his face, he and his abnormality cannot be found.

The Buddhist scriptures with many innate and extraordinary abilities will inevitably become a legend, and there can only be such a legend, so there is no goal in this world that he can't kill, only the **** who can't find it!

"The vehicle is ready and the navy is docked. We have ten minutes left, sir!"

The sound coming from the room below made the Buddhist scripture come back to God. He listened carefully to the movement below, and faintly predicted something through his special ability, and then returned to the pipeline.

Sitting on the bed, Magus looked at the clock hanging on the wall, then slowly turned to sit up, put on shoes, and slowly walked towards the door with the help of his wife, "I need to leave before For your convenience, help me prepare my clothes. "

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

Maghas laughed, and broke away from his wife's help while laughing, and opened the toilet door alone. The moment before he turned and closed, he smiled and said, "This is not shyness, but my respect for each other, Beautiful lady! "

He closed the door lightly, and then sat on the toilet. The gunshot wound on his waist was pressed by the gauze. The gauze had a hint of red in it and looked much better.

I sighed again. A man is very old, and many things follow. In the past, it was normal for him not to go to the bathroom for a day. However, as long as he has this idea, if it is not solved as soon as possible, it will lead to big trouble.

After all, years are not forgiving, this is getting old.

About two minutes later, when he turned to look at the water supply switch, he was shocked to see through the mirror to see that the bath cloth in the shower was suddenly pulled apart. The man in costume stepped out expressionlessly.

Magus didn't immediately yell almost, angering the assassin is often the stupidest choice. Many people obviously have the opportunity to change the solution of death, but lost their lives because they chose the most stupid solution.

"If I were you, I wouldn't say a word ...", without giving Magus any chance to speak, he cut his palm around Magus' neck, and the old man's eyes fell forward as soon as he turned white. Go, just happen to be hugged by him.

He laid Magus flat on the ground, and pulled a soft metal needle more than half a foot long from the edge of the collar of the neckline.

He pointed the needle at Magus's nostril, then poked it in gently, sending it in little by little, and pressing his other finger on the center of Magus's eyebrow. After about ten seconds, he let go a little. The hand holding the needle started twisting the soft needle and continued to drill inside.

Suddenly unconscious, Magus suddenly felt like a spring compressed to the limit, and his whole body bounced. Although the amplitude was not large, the strength was not small.

This is one of the many manifestations when the brain's nerves are damaged, and it is no accident.

After about a dozen seconds, he pulled the soft needle out, and threw it into the basin's drain and rushed into the pipe. He looked at the watch on his wrist, then adjusted his appearance, and climbed back from the ventilation duct.

About seven minutes later, the Buddhist scripture had changed into a formal outfit and walked out from the hospital's lobby with his head upright, without any problems, and every step was exceptionally stable. At this moment, the fifth floor room suddenly passed on. There was a "faint" scream, and the agents guarding downstairs pulled out their weapons and passed by him, running upstairs.

Out of the gate, he glanced back, put on sunglasses, and disappeared into the crowd with a smile.