Japan, a certain apartment building.
Chris sat at the desk, spinning the pen nimbly with one hand and holding his chin with the other hand, staring blankly at the math problems in the exercise book.
He has been reading this question for half an hour and still doesn't know how to write.
"After reading it for so long, if you still don't know how to do it, let's change the question to the next one."
A voice suddenly appeared.
Chris was startled and turned around sharply. There was a delicate and compact pistol in his hand, and the muzzle was pointed at the position behind him where the sound appeared.
But there was no one behind him.
A drop of cold sweat gradually appeared on the back of Chris's head. Just as he was about to find cover, a cold hand silently pinched the back of his neck.
The cold touch gave him goosebumps, and he subconsciously shrank his neck.
Ming Zeye touched the cold sweat on Chris' hair curiously.
There is no other feeling to the touch, just the normal feeling of hair. It seems that this cold sweat is just a visual effect.
He hung a small doll around Chris's neck, bent down and whispered in Chris's ear: "Good performance this time."
Chris was stunned for a moment, and then he reacted. His eyes lit up slightly: "Teacher, is it you?"
Ming Zeye let go of the back of Chris' neck and sneered, "If it weren't for me, you would be dead now."
Chris looked at Ming Zeye with admiration, but felt a little worried in his heart.
The teacher's body temperature seems to be a little too low today.
Ming Zeye straightened up, and Chris could see clearly what his teacher looked like this time.
That handsome and holy face looks even softer against the backdrop of black curly hair, but what gives it more of a sense of sanctity is that it cannot be toyed with.
But there was no light in those empty, lifeless eyes, which were as calm as a pool of stagnant water, as if throwing a stone in them would not cause ripples.
Chris hesitated and said, "Teacher, your eyes..."
Ming Zeye ignored what Chris looked at him. He pointed at the doll that had just been hung around Chris' neck and interrupted: "This doll must be worn on your body at all times."
Chris immediately covered the doll on his chest and didn't ask any more questions about why. He just promised obediently: "Okay, I will definitely protect it."
Ming Zeye glanced at the untouched exercise book on the desk and frowned: "I will hire a tutor for you. Your grades will not fall behind."
Chris was a little embarrassed, his math was really bad, "I..."
Before Chris could reply, Mingzeye climbed through the window and left the apartment.
Chris sighed. The teacher seemed to be in a hurry and didn't wait for him to finish what he said.
Mingze wandered around the suburbs at night, playing with the remaining little dolls in his hands as he walked. With his current ability, he can only control two small puppets that serve as anchor points.
A small doll has been given to Chris so that he can teleport to Japan and monitor Chris along the way. The energy generated by Chris's killing will also be absorbed by the puppet strings in the little puppet's body and finally fed back to him.
The more energy the puppet line absorbs, the more puppets it can control.
He plans to put the other small doll in the private base given to him by Ming and Yu, just in case something unexpected happens.
After placing the anchor in Japan, Akizawa recalled the doll from as far away as England.
"Master, Ming Heyu called." Shi Jiu jumped on Ming Zeye with his cell phone in his mouth.
Ming Zeye rubbed Shi Jiu's head, took the phone, and answered the call.
Ming and Yu's concerned voices reached their ears.
"Aren't you coming back for dinner today?"
After Ming Zeye controlled the puppet to get on the plane, he returned to his real body, chose a safe house in a good location in the UK, and never returned to the manor.
"No, I bought a house outside." Mingze Ye paused and added: "I will go back when I have time."
"Okay, remember to go home."
After Ming Zeye hung up Ming Heyu's cell phone, he found that there was another unread email from that gentleman.
Um? Why are you looking for him again?
Mingze opened the email at night.
[Task lists will be sent to you regularly to arrange for members to perform tasks. 】
【Um. ——Brora]
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A few days later, the weather has started to get cooler.
"You said that we guard the research institute every day and don't know what the higher-ups are studying."
The grassroots members on duty at the door looked at the moon that was already high in the sky and joked about it to their companions.
"It's a bit cold today." He rubbed his hands: "The superiors are too cautious. The terrain here is so good, how can we be found so easily. We are also assigned to take turns guarding it 24 hours a day. Isn't this right? Is it unnecessary?"
The companion on the other side glared at him and lowered his voice: "You should keep your voice down. We just need to listen carefully to the orders from above. If you say so much, you may lose your life!"
The man didn't think so. He put his hand into his pocket and took out a pack of cigarettes.
The man opened the cigarette case and was about to give one to his companion when he heard a "click" and his companion's neck was broken by a silver-haired woman in tights.
He was about to fire a warning shot, but before his hand could touch the gun, he heard the "click" sound again. The man only felt a pain in his neck and lost consciousness.
Curacao and Jack Daniels looked at each other and separated into two groups after entering the research institute.
They all have their own tasks.
Ming Zeye sat in front of the computer with a cigarette in his mouth, looking at the figures that occasionally flashed in the surveillance camera, slightly lost in thought. In his previous life, he was also appointed by the boss as the person in charge of the UK, responsible for directing his subordinates to complete their tasks.
In a daze, he seemed to have returned to the past.
But this two-dimensional world reminds him every moment that he does not belong to this world.
Ming Zeye put away his unnecessary emotions, pressed the earphones, and asked Mu He about his current situation, "Much, how are you preparing?"
There were several sounds of leaves being moved in the earphones, followed by Mu He's eternal reply: "No problem."
Ming Zeye's eyes narrowed, and he saw a familiar figure on the surveillance camera. That was Shark!
Thinking of Shark's ability to disable physical attacks, Ming Zeye planned to let Hennessy, who had not yet sneaked in, lure her away first. He did not want to take action and expose his identity in front of Shark.
Ming Zeye glanced at Shark's position and issued an order: "Hennessy, change the position. You go to the south and plant a bomb to blow up the wall."
"Is it finally my turn? I'll blow them all away." Hennessy said with an excited smile on her face.
After Hennessy planted the bomb, the moment the bomb detonated, Shark immediately rushed in the direction of the sound of the bomb.
"Hennessy, retreat immediately." Ming Zeye ordered.
"Bronla, what are you worried about? They are just some trash. I am going to kill them all." Hennessy did not listen to Ming Zeye's words and retreated.
"Don't make me repeat it a second time." Ming Zeye's voice turned cold.
"It's just a small research institute, why are you so careful?" Hennessy said while loading his submachine gun.
Ming Zeye put the computer aside, picked up the sniper rifle next to him, and aimed the scope at Hennessy's head.
It doesn't matter what the energy is, his people can only die in his hands.
There was a "bang" sound.
The bullet hit Hennessy in the head, and at the same time, a blue triangular pyramid flew towards Hennessy.
The fire instantly engulfed Hennessy.
"All information has been recorded." Curacao's voice came from the earphones.
Ming Zeye glanced at the surveillance camera, calculated the position, and gave the order: "Retreat from the three o'clock direction, Jack Daniels detonates the bomb, and Mu He is responsible for covering."
