Although the excitement brought by the exposure of superpowers is far greater than the curiosity about unknown objects.
But from what he said, 'forced breeding armor' and 'cursed objects' seem to be two types of things that can bring power beyond human limits? Could it be related to my superpower?
With this inquiring mind, Ai Liang decided to continue talking patiently.
"You don't know what I'm talking about? Is there any use in pretending to be dumb at this time?"
The guy who calls himself Mask No. 3 has a condescending tone both inside and outside his words.
If this guy were to voice a non-human villain in a fantasy movie, he would definitely be able to do it perfectly.
"If you plan to use such crazy words or movie settings to persuade me to join your so-called organization, forget it. I am not interested in a mutual aid group composed of delusional patients."
Ai Liang inferred his character from the tone of his conversation and deliberately used a questioning tone.
"Haha, don't use your ignorance to speculate on the world! Let me guess, did you use a short knife or a throwing knife?"
The other party was not stupid enough to be dazzled by one or two questioning words. He did not reveal more information about the forced breeding armor or the cursed object. Instead, he made unreasonable guesses about the items Ai Liang held.
"Forget it, none of this matters. I'm giving you one last chance to ask if you would like to join us."
"Before asking, shouldn't you introduce your organization first?" Ai Liang asked.
"You don't need to know. I will tell you what I need to tell you after you join."
It's really 'secret'. If their HR department is full of people like this, can they really recruit employees?
"If it doesn't allow me to have the most basic understanding of your organization, then I refuse."
"what a pity."
The man took off and turned off the headset and said to his fellow tech geek sitting in front of the computer: "Blow him up."
"Are you sure? Even if he lied, he can still join the combat department with his throat-cutting skills. Wouldn't it be too wasteful to kill him directly?"
"I suspect he has a cursed object, and his skills are nothing compared to the cursed object." Mask No. 3 said calmly, crossing his arms.
"Tsk, you are the captain, you have the final say."
The technical geeks were a little dissatisfied with the masked man's jealous behavior, and he didn't know how many people had died due to his so-called "suspiciousness."
But after all, he is the captain in name only, and he still has to obey the orders that should be obeyed.
A burst of electricity sound suddenly came from the headset.
"Is he dead?"
"I didn't know." The companion in front of the computer picked up the Happy Water, took a big gulp, and then burped.
"The explosives in the phone are enough to blow up an iron door. Unless the guy can throw the phone out the moment before the explosion, he will probably not survive."
The man who calls himself Mask No. 3 doesn’t think so: “What if that guy is unlucky and picks up a defensive spell or strong breeding armor?”
The technical geek looked at the bewildered masked man and said to dispel his unrealistic thoughts: "Come on, don't you know how rare these cursed objects and forced-breeding armor are? How could these controlled objects be scattered around so casually? Go outside. I said No. 3, don’t always daydream like this. Even if he does have it, we may not be able to use it, and we still have to hand it over in the end.”
"Don't forget, someone snatched a batch of armor from the organization ten years ago. The name Cutthroat Madman happened to be circulated at that time. He probably obtained one of the lost batch of armor by chance, otherwise There are no such coincidences in the world!"
The masked man ignored the advice of his teammates and thought to himself: "Since I can use Mr. Thousand Faces' mask, I can definitely use spells and force-bred armor! After seeing that kind of power, are you willing to be an ordinary person for the rest of your life?"
The technical geek didn't take it seriously: "Maybe he has real skills, and his reputation is all based on his own martial arts. Who said you have to borrow foreign objects? There are not a lot of people like this in the combat department."
To support his statement, the tech geek gave an example.
"Besides, most of those things will turn people into short-lived ghosts. I haven't lived enough yet. I would rather be a technician than become a person who is neither a human nor a ghost."
Mask No. 3 sneered at the idea of a technical nerd: "So what, in front of those weird monsters, what is the use of ordinary people's strength? It's not just death, a short-lived ghost is better than a dead ghost."
The tech geek was too lazy to argue with this obsessed guy and turned his attention back to the computer screen.
Seeing that the technical geek didn't speak, the masked man also became a little more awake: "The explosion was quite loud. I'm going to call and warn that intelligence dealer. He really has something good to prevent him from getting there first."
Having said that, Mask No. 3 actually knew in his heart that the Hermit probably gained his reputation through his skills, but his luck would not allow it.
What if, what if the hermit really has a curse?
The desire for extraordinary power makes the masked man unwilling to admit that the hermit has gained fame through his own strength. He just wants to regard the hermit as a lucky man who accidentally obtained the cursed object and then find an excuse to kill the corpse.
"Tsk, got it."
The tech geek didn't look back and looked at the computer screen to encrypt the call.
Seeing that the technical geek ignored him and the masked man didn't want to cause trouble, he stared at the bar's surveillance camera and dialed Moose's number.
At this time, the masked man suddenly grinned and said, "That hermit is fine."
The call hadn't been dialed yet, but the masked man saw Ai Liang's figure through the bar's monitor. However, the next moment, the monitor was destroyed.
"Nothing happened to him under that kind of explosion! This guy must have something special! Contact others quickly..."
Seeing that the masked man actually wanted to contact the combatants sent by Mr. Qianmian, the sensitive nerves of the technical geek were touched, and the anger that had been held in for a long time burst out: "Are you not awake? We can instruct those people to move. ? Don’t forget Mr. Qianmian’s purpose this time, we have to finish whatever happened to him!”
The masked man wanted to say something else, but when it came to personal safety, as the saying goes, clay figures still have a third of fire, and technical geeks would no longer follow his whim.
He couldn't help but curse loudly: "You know how to curse and curse objects every day. If you really had the qualifications, you would have entered the senior management and been transferred to the field? You spend all day daydreaming! You and I are on the same level! You are usually too lazy to talk to me. You fight, this mission involves Yalian's laboratory, if you screw up, I will be the first to kill you!"
After saying the harsh words, the technical geek slammed the door and walked out, leaving the masked man alone in the room.
The technical geek's scolding caused a glimmer of gloom in the masked man's eyes.
...
On the eve of the explosion, Ai Liang threw the phone away decisively after the communication ended.
Since the person on the other side could lock the operation interface, he would definitely observe the situation here through the mobile phone camera, so Ai Liang did not use telekinesis but chose the safest method.
"Hey, are you okay?"
The sudden loud noise made him a little scared. Could it be that there was a time bomb in that box? Moose shouted towards the bar with some anxiety in his heart.
"fine."
Ai Liang walked out from behind the bar unscathed, picked up a hockey puck and smashed the monitor.
"...I just give you things according to customer requirements. I really don't know what's inside."
Musi stood next to Ai Liang anxiously like a primary school student who had made a mistake and was caught by the teacher, as honest as he wanted.
"I know, here's the camping gear I want."
"......You're angry?"
"I don't."
"Are you angry..."
"I don't."
"You are obviously angry!" Musi shouted with a trembling voice and distanced himself from Ai Liang.
"...If you don't get what I want, I'll slit your throat."
Musi was relieved after hearing Ai Liang's naked threat. He slammed the large backpack at his feet onto the bar and said, "I'm ready!"
Ai Liang stared at Mu Si with strange eyes.
What image do you have of yourself in his eyes? Or are all the people in the intelligence business so cheap that they won’t be moved unless they say something cruel?
Putting this stupid thing behind him, Ai Liang did a cursory check and confirmed that the equipment was complete. He raised his hand and put a large mountaineering bag of more than 20 kilograms on his shoulders.
After fastening the straps, Ai Liang said: "The group of people who are looking for me have quite a lot of background. If you don't want to be implicated, you'd better go out and avoid the limelight in the near future."
"That's what I planned. That person was so generous that it was scary. Dealing with such people means death or injury. I still understand this." Moose used his mobile phone to arrange the recent process and then handed over a business card: "Here, here's the contact information for Xia Qinian. It's up to you whether you want to contact him or not."
Ai Liang took the business card and put it in his pocket.
The black market is not as simple as asking an acquaintance for a mobile phone number. If you want to get to know someone, you can only find someone to introduce you to, send your contact information and wait for the other person to call you.
Just like in ancient times, if you wanted to become familiar with an important official in the court, you had to find someone to introduce you. Whether others would see you or not depended on their mood.
Thinking about it this way, modern society seems to be not much different from ancient times.
Ai Liang took the motorcycle key and left through the bar's secret door, which led directly to the nearby underground parking lot.
The only people who knew about this secret door were Mus and Ai Liang. Most of the dusty vehicles in the parking lot were prepared by Mus so that they could escape easily after being chased.
Ai Liang simply wiped the dust off the motorcycle, tied his hiking bag to the back seat and drove out of the city.
...
Two hours later, in the middle of the night, Ai Liang left the bustling city and came to a wilderness, wandering like a ghost among the invisible mountains and forests.
The motorcycle and mountaineering bag floated behind Ai Liang. There was no surveillance here, and there was no human habitation. He didn't need to be secretive about his abilities.
The reason why Ai Liang chose to wear this black leather hooded windbreaker to meet Mousse was not to fit the image of a hermit, but to prepare for tonight's mountain camping.
There are no roads on the barren mountains with overgrown weeds and bushes, and shirts and pants are easily torn. It is more convenient to wear a windbreaker than to wrap your body with telekinesis all the time.
I have to say that the windbreaker is really convenient. It can be used as a raincoat on rainy days. You can hang many weapons and knives on the inside of the clothes. Even the blood stains splashed when killing people are easy to clean. You only need to put the clothes in the basin and pour in disinfectant. For a while, no stains will be left.
It’s no wonder that killers in movies like to wear windbreakers and raincoats to commit crimes.
The dark environment did not affect Ai Liang's vision at all. He climbed all the way to the top of the mountain with his luggage and equipment, and finally selected a relatively flat small open space halfway up the mountain.
Ai Liang used telekinesis to dig out a large circular pit with a radius of two meters and set up a tent at the bottom of the pit.
After the installation was completed, Ai Liang moved the motorcycle down and laid a 'roof' made of criss-crossed branches and leaves at the entrance of the cave. Then he carefully used boulders to cover half of the entrance of the cave, and the excavated earth and rocks were piled around.
Ai Liang didn't have much artistic talent. The mound looked like a lonely grave from a distance, but he didn't care about such a trivial matter. It was dozens of kilometers away from the nearest town, and no one saw it anyway.
Even camping enthusiasts would not choose such a barren mountain with no roads.
As for why you should set up your tent underground, the reason is actually very simple.
The mountain was deserted and there were a lot of wild animals. Ai Liang didn't want to wake up after sleeping for a few days and find that his clothes that had been torn into strips were stained with smelly saliva or that blind bears, wild wolves and other animals were sleeping in the tent.
Ai Liang got into the tent and zipped it up to seal it. His body didn't need to breathe anyway, and this would prevent some bugs from getting in.
After making all preparations, Ai Liang slowly closed his eyes and began a long period of mental treatment.
