Ultra-Dimensional Technology Era

The young woman lifted her long hair from her sideburns, smiled slightly and said, "Look at this."

Simbeck nervously took the girl's cell phone. At this time, a video call was in progress on the screen, and the picture on the opposite side was a gun barrel and the villa in the distance.

At this time, inside the window of the villa, a familiar figure was sitting on the sofa and reading a book.

"Bastard, what are you trying to do?" Simbeck roared angrily, drawing the attention of passers-by around him.

But the young girl smiled calmly and said, "Mr. Baker, now I sincerely invite you to work in Marcus's laboratory. Of course, you can choose to refuse."

Watched by the girl's self-evident eyes, Simbeck's whole body seemed to be poured into his body by the arctic wind.

Clenching his fists tightly, he wished to strangle him to death, but when he thought of his father who was under gunpoint, Simbeck had no choice but to hold back.

The girl looked at her watch and whispered calmly like a devil: "You still have 2 minutes."

"It seems that you are indeed doing something shady, you gang of executioners, butchers..." Simbeck became a little hysterical.

"You have 54 seconds left."

As the time approached, Simbeck struggled in pain, gritted his teeth and smashed the phone on the ground, and said dejectedly: "You have won."

"Wise choice, welcome to join, Mr. Baker." The girl narrowed her eyes and smiled.

But Simback said nothing.

The young girl whispered in his ear: "Mr. Baker, I would like to remind you one last thing, don't be smart. This is a ticket to Houston, Texas tomorrow. See you tomorrow."

Holding the ticket in his hand, Simbeck turned and left without saying a word.

Walking to the intersection, the listless Simbeck suddenly collided with a passerby. He almost fell to the ground, but a strong hand supported him.

The man bent down to pick up the ticket, and said with a smile, "Sir, there are always countless crossroads in life, you have to believe in your own heart."

"Uh... I'm very sorry." Simbeck took the ticket in a daze, he didn't see the other person clearly, and the person drifted away.

Putting the plane ticket in his trouser pocket, he hailed a taxi and left Karl Marx Street.

When he got home, he didn't know how to explain this to his father, so he could only hide in the room depressed.

He was about to take out the ticket from his trouser pocket, but found that there was an extra card in his trouser pocket.

Where did the card come from with only one line in German [pasted on the desk lamp], what does it mean? Is it that woman's trick?

Looking in the direction of the curtains, he stuck the card to the desk lamp. After turning on the desk lamp, lines of text appeared on the bedside table.

[Meet at New Saint Church at 5:20 p.m., RLLM]

What does RLLM mean? The Church of the New Saints is just two streets away from his house, and he really wants to know what that woman and the forces behind her want to do.

Suddenly his hand burned, and the card attached to the lamp fell on the bedside table, and then the card turned into a pile of powder.

……

After eating lunch, after more than three hours, it was finally around five o'clock. He put on his coat and walked to the New Saint Church two streets away.

Those who were spying on him also followed like a shadow.

He walked into the church hall, where only a priest was praying.

"Son, what are you suffering and confused about?" the priest asked while holding the Bible.

"there is nothing"

The priest was still enlightening him, but he couldn't listen to a word. The clock on the side wall of the church was approaching 5:20 as the time passed by.

Suddenly his phone vibrated.

A text message popped up on the phone: [The third bathroom in 10 minutes]

The text message only exists for less than 5 seconds, and it will be replaced with a weather forecast reminder in the next second.

At 5:30, he impatiently walked into the third room of the men's bathroom.

When he opened the door, his eyes widened.

After a sound of water, Simbeck straightened his clothes and left the bathroom.

Seeing Simbeck return home consciously, the two people in charge of monitoring didn't pay too much attention to it. Maybe the other party went to church to confess, anyway, as long as the person didn't run away, they didn't bother to take care of it.

In the dead of night in Berlin, a car parked for a few minutes from the Church of the New Saint, then made a detour to Treptow Park Street, all the way southeast away from Berlin.

Chapter 252 Showing off

11 month 26 day.

At Berlin Airport.

Simbeck dragged his suitcase expressionlessly and walked on the security check channel of the airport.

On the other side of the security channel, Eric Fan and the woman were waiting for him.

After passing through the security check, Simbeck just glanced at the two of them, then sat aside and fell silent.

Eric Fan was not surprised. Simbeck was forced, and he knew a thing or two, so it's best not to mention it for the time being.

But the woman frowned, and looked at Simbeck who was separated from Eric Fan, she touched her nose, and the faint woody fragrance turned out to be the road to the underworld.

She glanced at Simbeck thoughtfully, then took out a mobile phone and quickly entered a command on it.

[Start pheromone detection...]

The ring on her ring finger became slightly hot, and after a while, a message popped up on her phone: [No such person found]

Immediately, her pupils shrank sharply, but she remained calm on the surface. As the organization's focus on recruiting talents, the pheromones of Simbeck and others had long been entered into the internal pheromone database.

After another test, the result was still no such person, so the result is self-evident, this guy is not Simbeck.

Whoever took a look at the silent "Simbeck" was really flawless from the outside, but now it's not a matter of who cuts off.

She hastily conducted another pheromone test on Eric Fan, and she was relieved by the result. She secretly sent an internal message via her mobile phone to the person in charge of Berlin who monitored William Z Baker, asking them to confirm William Z Baker immediately, and Control each other.

On the other side, the flight from Berlin to Houston has arrived, and Eric Fan and Simbeck got up to get on the plane.

But in the last step of boarding.

"Mr. Eric, we have already arranged the next flight. Please wait here for about two hours." The woman smiled and took the ticket from Eric Fan.

"Why?" Eric Fan looked confused.