tease you willingly

At this moment, the sound of a fire alarm suddenly sounded outside the window. Without hesitation, An Lun frantically twisted the standard rumba for a while, humming while twisting, completely devoting himself to entertaining himself.

If it was just such a simple trick, how could it escape the eyes of those people.

An Lun unbuttoned his shirt, made a chic posture of throwing clothes, then tore off his pants, and swung them around in his hands, completely in a state of perverted sleepwalking.

The sound of the fire alarm outside the window was getting louder and louder. As if suddenly awake, An Lun quickly put on his pants, hugged his coat, and ran towards the emergency exit with his backpack in his arms.

Following the panic-stricken crowd in the hotel, An Lun came outside the safety warning line outside the hotel.

After putting on the jacket, the wrong buttons showed An Lun's panic, and the constant yelling and cursing showed that he was extremely vulgar, "shit, shit!"

In the window of the building far away facing the fire scene, a pair of eyes stared at An Lun. Although he had never met him, he was convinced that it was him based on his intuition from fighting for many years.

The police maintained order and comforted the customers who had escaped death, "Quiet, quiet, everyone get on the bus in an orderly manner, go to the hospital for physical examination first, don't be crowded."

An Lun quickly joined the crowd queuing to get on the bus, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a laser focus about 2cm in the opposite window.An Lun was very satisfied with being discovered and followed by fan4, and the fun was about to begin.

In the hospital, An Lun was assigned to a tall doctor with a mask covering his face.After closing the door of the examination room, the doctor took off the mask, and it was Taylor, the leader of fan4.

Taylor looked at An Lun with a half-smile, "N2, long time no see."

An Lun showed an extremely surprised expression, "Doctor, doctor, check me quickly, my throat is choking to death, and my head hurts too, please check me quickly."

"I already recognized you, is it still interesting for you to continue performing?"

An Lun yelled loudly, sat down on the ground, and shouted: "Help, help—"

"N2, can't we have a good talk?"

An Lun howled and rushed to the door of the examination room, "The doctor is going to kill someone, help—"

Of course the door would not be knocked open. An Lun hid tightly in the corner and asked in a trembling voice, "You, what are you doing?"

The doctor seemed very angry, and punched An Lun in the chest, and An Lun fell to the ground like cotton.

"N2——" Taylor roared loudly, stepped forward and squatted on the ground, with a cold light of extreme anger shot out of his sinister eyes.

An Lun clutched his chest and gasped for breath, "What N2, didn't the doctor examine me? What exactly are you talking about?"

Taylor stood up and looked at An Lun suspiciously. He hesitated for a moment, because the person in front of him was not exuding An Lun's smell. Emotional people have.

Could it be that I am wrong, can my intuition be wrong?

An Lun looked at Taylor, stepped back, and said, "Who are you? You, you..."

Taylor glanced at An Lun, put on the mask, turned around, opened the door and left.

Like a frightened animal, An Lun went straight to the door with his eyes straight. Seeing no one around, he limped towards the stairs.

"Fuck!" An Lun scolded as he walked, all of these performances were so smooth, it should not have aroused Taylor's suspicion.

There was a restaurant not far from the hospital. There was a strong smell of butter in the room. An Lun frowned. He remembered that Channing had made it clear that he didn't like butter. At this moment, he felt disgusted with this restaurant for no reason.

The young male clerk was still enthusiastic, smiled at An Lun, first served a cup of coffee, and then signaled An Lun to choose his own.

An Lun looked at the coffee that was still swirling in the cup, smiled back at the clerk, and pointed to the seat next to him, "Can I ask you something?"

The clerk sat across from An Lun, raised his eyebrows when he heard An Lun's hoarse voice, and said with a smile, "Excuse me, let me explain as much as possible, and let your throat rest for 5 minutes."

An Lun pinched his Adam's apple, cleared his throat, and said, "A lot of ambulances came to the hospital just now, and there was the sound of a fire alarm. Is there a fire somewhere?"

The clerk nodded and said in a low voice, "The hotel is on fire. It seems that one of them was burned to death."

An Lun's eyes were full of surprise, "Dead?"

The clerk looked at An Lun's expression and nodded more sincerely, "He's dead, he seems to be a yellow man. It is said that the Chinese leader is visiting at this time, and a person from that country died at this time. It's not intentional." Is it?"

An Lun was shocked, and he quickly guessed that the person who died should be the one who replaced him in the embassy.

It must be that fan4 found a staff member with a similar face and height to him, so he confirmed that he entered the country with the visiting team.

It's just, shouldn't the replacement stay in the hotel with the visiting team? How could he be killed by fan4 acting alone, and how could he be found in the same burning hotel where he stayed?

Or did he think too much, and the one who died was an ordinary yellow man, or was it that the clerk was talking to him?

An Lun shrugged, curled his lips and said, "Did you see it?"

The clerk spread his hands and said, "No, but everyone should know about it soon."

An Lun laughed helplessly. He suddenly realized that the clerk was exploring his facial expression, and said humorously, "The yellow people are not safe here. What about me? What do you think?"

The clerk tilted his head, looked at An Lun from left to right, suddenly burst into laughter, and said softly, "It's going to rain, I'm a launcher from the Meteorological Bureau, and I'm just kidding you."

An Lun stared at the white boy, scanned the clerk like an X-ray, and then said with a smile, "What are you talking about, where is it raining?"

The clerk waved his hand, pointed to the small door next to the bakery, and said, "After M, let's go together."

This is the code for connecting with An Lun. The letter after M is N, which is used together in English and replaced by the word too, which is also the pronunciation of 2 in English.This code was just confirmed by An Lun with the organization before leaving the country, which means that the clerk in front of him should be an assistant placed by his side by the organization.

In order to make sure everything was safe, An Lun still planned to continue being confused, stood up and looked towards the small door, and asked puzzledly, "What are you doing together?"

The clerk shook his head helplessly, pushed the small door open first, then turned to An Lun and asked, "Good coffee is waiting for you, do you want to go up and have a cup?"

An Lun pretended to be excited and nodded, and followed into the small door as if nothing had happened.

The small door is invisible, and the decoration of the door is integrated with the wallpaper of the wall. There are long steps leading to the second floor at the door, and the handrails are covered with a layer of oil.

The shiny and long handrail is a wireless sensor system, which records the speed, strength and body temperature of the passing activities. It is the lowest level of protection commonly used in places where agents live.

An Lun's fingerprints have already undergone special treatment. A layer of fish oil extracted from deep-sea fish is applied on his hands. First, all the pores on his hands are sealed, and then a set of fingerprints that do not exist in the system are designed based on cloud computing. Covering the entire hand, the curvature of the bones and joints must be expressed in a different way.

Now An Lun's hands have fat palms, thick joints, covered with long hairs, which are the same as those of normal white people, and the fingerprints are of course unique.

Walking through the stairs to the small room on the second floor, the male clerk pulled An Lun against the wall, touched the corner of the wall lightly with his hand, and with a "swish", four wall-like partitions formed around him, separating the clerk from An Lun. closed in the middle.

Although An Lun was not surprised by these things, he still pretended to be shocked and said, "Mygod!"

The male clerk stood in the small space, first turned around slightly, adjusted himself to a comfortable position, and then said: "N2, I have received instructions from my superiors that this is your landing place. I am from China. You are an assistant, codenamed Sitting Cannon."

An Lun smiled lightly and said, "Then tell me, what happened to the hotel fire just now?"

Situ Pao smiled and said, "It's nothing, fan4 found you, in order to distract him, I set fire to you."

"Then why is Taylor in the hospital?" An Lun asked a little angrily.

Situ Pao smiled again, and said: "He has to confirm the truth by himself before giving up, just like I also have to confirm whether you are true or not, but he is a little more stupid."

An Lun didn't speak any more, and stared at the ground cannon. This man of unknown origin was much smarter than he imagined.

Looking into An Lun's eyes while sitting on the ground gun, he said seriously: "N2, you are my idol, and everything I do is for you."

There was a smile on An Lun's iceberg-like face, and he said lightly, "Okay, go get me a sound microphone, the sooner the better."

After taking away the ground cannon, An Lun looked for the power supply on the wall, inserted a small length of rope into the socket in the small room, and blew gently, the rope ignited, and the burning flame was instantly extinguished. Lun pinched it in his hand, and the instant scorching heat made An Lun's blood surge.

Through the light from this rope, An Lun can quickly find the pinhole camera. Under normal circumstances, the pinhole camera will produce two reflective spots of yellow and blue when the light is on, which can be judged instantly after scanning.

There is no such enclosed space, and An Lun is still not sure whether the walls have camera and sound guiding functions.With his back to the wall, An Lun groped step by step, touching with his fingers, and listening to the sound, so that he could judge its material and whether it was hollow.After checking carefully, An Lun was convinced that the wall was just a telescopic tempered plate, so he relaxed his vigilance a little.

The sound microphone prepared by the ground gun is extremely small, as small as a needle of about three millimeters.An Lun took it and held it in his hand, and said to the ground cannon: "You go out first, and you can come in when I call you."

After An Lun left on the ground, he quickly refitted the sound microphone. The sound wave collection and emission system was disassembled into two parts. The collection needle was pierced into the scalp by An Lun and submerged in the hair, and the emission part was covered with gel. stuck in the ear canal.

In only about 2 minutes, An Lun suddenly felt that his tactics seemed to have retreated a lot. All this was due to that period of comfortable life. Although the current hand stretching was not satisfactory and the risk factor was higher, An Lun did not regret it.

Sitting on the ground cannon, he heard An Lun calling himself, and walked in quickly, "What's your order?"

An Lun smiled and said, "It's nothing, I'm just hungry."

After eating the bread and butter, An Lun was still preparing to leave the restaurant. On the one hand, his whereabouts would not be exposed, and on the other hand, he was protecting the ground gun.

"Tonight, Turis Castle on Xingsen Avenue." After sitting on the ground cannon and whispering, he waved his hand to An Lun who stood up, and said loudly, "goodbye!"

An Lun seemed to have received a sincere reception from the store, and thanked him gratefully, "bye!"

An Lun did not go to Xingsen Street according to the clues provided by the ground gun. After leaving the restaurant, he first came to Kurt Mountain.

This is a small stone hill that cannot be called a mountain, let alone a big mountain. The trees on the top have lost their green leaves, and their branches are intertwined. The ground is covered with depressed weeds, a dry and desolate place.

A gust of wind blew by, An Lun tightened his clothes, and calmly walked towards the end of the path.

In front of the cave door, after careful adjustment, An Lun set up a set of combination locks. Every button from 0 to 9 was well hidden. The handwriting, and the code-like recording papers shouted at each other mysteriously.

After An Lun arranged everything, a month passed.

The next target is also extremely hidden.

In an inaccessible clear water surrounded by cliffs, an abandoned steel ship stands alone on the shore.Because the north wind is blocked by the cliff, and the south side of the cliff forms a ring to face the sun, it presents a clear tropical rainforest scene.

The thick moss is covered with horned dragon-like branches and vines, and against the slightly swaying water waves, it looks like a trembling green carpet.

An Lun put down his backpack and ate some bread. He concentrated on staring at the water. Just as the sun was about to recede, An Lun quickly pushed aside the branches on the side and made a heavy frame from 0 to 9. Shaped objects, and bags of unknown materials were dropped under each number. After sorting out, they picked up their backpacks and climbed on the cliffs covered with green moss.

Since then, An Lun's figure has disappeared from people's sight.

The author has something to say:

So far, Volume [-] is over, and Volume [-] is about to debut, thank you little angel for never leaving