Bro, you are a policeman, not a thug.

Four months ago, John Bull, Birmingham.

Surveillance camera outside a restaurant, on the street.

A middle-aged man in a suit and tie walked into the restaurant.

Then he sat in the corner of the restaurant.

Through the surveillance camera, half of the man's profile can be seen.

There was another man sitting opposite him.

The two drank wine and ate Western food...

In just 27 minutes of dining, the middle-aged man used tissues three times, wiped his nose, and took a pill.

Zooming in the surveillance camera, it is indeed seen that there are traces of sweat on the man's temples.

From the video, the middle-aged man looks like an ordinary middle-aged uncle with no special features. There are ordinary people like this all over the street...

Very good camouflage ability... Xiao Mu sighed.

Because in the video, you can't tell that the other person is a yellow man.

But a real white man with brown hair and blue eyes!

Xiao Mu watched this 27-minute surveillance video five times.

Confirmed that Bao Zhiwen did catch a cold and was in a depressed state of mind.

High fever, fear of cold, physical weakness, body movements...

Some characteristics of illness cannot be disguised.

Then, after Bao Zhiwen left the restaurant, he disappeared from the surveillance view and entered the surveillance blind spot.

For the police, this is meaningless.

You can't hide in the blind spot for a lifetime, you have to get out.

At this time, it can be seen how strong Bao Zhiwen's anti-reconnaissance is.

The people of the National Security Bureau have checked other surveillance.

They even used the "elimination method".

For example.

The number of people who entered the surveillance blind spot must be the same as the number of people who came out.

It can't be more or less.

Bao Zhiwen's awesome method appeared.

He just disappeared in the surveillance blind spot out of thin air.

The number of people who entered was the same as the number of people who came out.

Even the clothes and outfits of these people were exactly the same and were not replaced.

Except for Bao Zhiwen who disappeared, everyone else was normal.

How did you say he disappeared and how did he do it?

Then, Xiao Mu got the information sent by a special agent.

It detailed all the "abnormalities" of Bao Zhiwen when they last met four months ago.

"Get ready, I'm going to John Bull."

Xiao Mu looked at the old man and Zhan Zhengyang.

"Are there any clues?" Zhan Zhengyang's eyes lit up.

"Yes, no, I have to find them. I also confirmed one thing, but you may not understand it."

Xiao Mu shook his head, "Criminal investigation sometimes requires going to the scene, otherwise it's just like talking on paper."

"There is a warning."

The old man sank his face, "Don't do things you shouldn't do when you go to John Bull."

Xiao Mu's "ability" is too terrifying.

Going abroad, the sky is high and the emperor is far away.

If he goes crazy and gets too excited, you dare not imagine the consequences.

Because this guy is no different from a human bomb now.

The only difference is that the bomb is dead, and he is alive!

"Is my image so bad?" Xiao Mu rolled his eyes wildly.

It doesn't make sense.

Did my personality collapse again without me noticing?

"Haha!" The old man and Zhan Zhengyang sneered.

Image?

Your image is as broken as an effervescent tablet!

Two hours later.

The National Security Bureau prepared a "new identity" for Xiao Mu.

Then, a special disguise artist disguised his whole body to create a new image of "mixed blood".

Blonde hair, blue eyes, Asian mixed-race face, and covered his handsome face.

It was a very thin and magical mask.

After wearing it, you don't need to worry about it falling off within two days, just like real "skin".

No need to worry about daily washing!

I have learned a lot... Xiao Mu stood in front of the floor-length mirror, looking at the completely unfamiliar "self" in front of him.

It's just like a little cow parachuting, awesome!

Then, Xiao Mu boarded a plane to Shanghai.

Then he boarded a plane to London at 5:20 in the morning.

This efficiency is too terrible!

...

11 hours later.

John Bull, London.

Xiao Mu transferred to Birmingham.

Birmingham Airport.

Xiao Mu walked out of the lobby, took a taxi, and went straight to a hotel.

Radisson Hotel.

Following the waiter carrying the suitcase into the room, Xiao Mu smiled and gave a tip.

Wait for the waiter to leave and close the door.

Eye of Insight...

He looked around the room and checked every place.

Xiao Mu fell on the bed with a sigh of relief.

The wheel of fortune appeared in front of him.

The moment of the bug finally came!

Looking at the 38 points of destiny, Xiao Mu felt a sense of joy as if his wife in the hard drive helped him stand up.

He had saved these 38 points for a long time and finally stood up.

"Brother Pan, you have to be awesome!"

A single draw to start.

Based on Xiao Mu's past experience and Brother Pan's character.

He knew he would definitely not win.

He was also waiting for the sentence [Thank you for participating].

The result...

The golden red light flashed.

[A Hundred Changes of Fakes]

Hit, hit?

Xiao Mu was stunned at first, then at a loss, and then dumbfounded.

His eyes were filled with disbelief, and his mouth was wide open as if he could fit ten eggs.

In an instant.

Countless disguises, a hundred types of disguises.

All the information, abilities, and skills...

merged into Xiao Mu's mind.

From this moment on, as long as the materials are complete.

He is the most powerful 'master of disguise' in the world!

"This is unscientific!"

Xiao Mu came back to his senses and muttered.

Then he clicked a ten-draw combo.

Instantly.

The golden-red light flashed again.

[Extreme Movement]

Xiao Mu's face finally changed, and he realized something was wrong.

Countless information, abilities, and techniques about 'extreme sports'.

Once again poured into his body, a magical imprint was made.

But Xiao Mu was not happy at all, and he was panicking.

For a non-African who has never won a lottery ticket of even five dollars since he was a child.

Suddenly he became a European emperor, can you understand it?

Everyone on earth knows that European emperors have a short life!

There must be something wrong... Xiao Mu was terrified.

Seven consecutive single draws.

[Thank you for participating] X7

Huh... Xiao Mu breathed a sigh of relief.

This is the right way to open it, I almost scared my dad to death.

I think it should be that the lottery brother finally found his conscience today.

He gave one more, it must be like this.

Whether it is true or not, you will know if you try it.

Then, Xiao Mu did another ten-draw.

Result...

The golden-red light reappeared.

[Peak of Performance]

Cold sweat broke out on Xiao Mu's forehead.

Countless things about performance, such as: playing, art, acting, singing... etc.

A huge amount of information, abilities, skills... all of them!

Xiao Mu was not happy at all, his heart was pounding.

God is fair.

Whatever is given to you, then you will inevitably lose something, experience something, and encounter something.

There is a saying that is very true: there is no such thing as a free lunch.

Recalling every case encountered, the wheel of fate will give abilities.

The more dangerous, the stronger the ability given.

Is it possible that this mission is more dangerous, so so many abilities are given?

Xiao Mu laughed at himself.

That's right, the life span of the European emperor is extremely short!