"Not in the city? How did you come out?" Qiancang replied.

"I tried Hou Baihuai's method. It really doesn't work. You can find Bazhijuan and play a game. In short, you should prepare a car first and leave Chongzhi City when we meet." Yingyan already had it in his mind. Make a clear plan.

"Okay, contact me when you come out, contact me if you have any unexpected circumstances." Qiancang looked at the door of the Internet cafe and stood up. Although Internet cafes are now a safe place, there are more important things to do and it is naturally impossible to stay still.

…

The morning sun shines on the tarmac, and the black gunship is parked on the outskirts of the city.

Yang Fan got off the helicopter and followed the reception staff downstairs.

In the meeting room, there was only a middle-aged man. The receptionist stood outside the door and did not enter. On the display screen, the analysis report appeared at the top, mostly for the loss prediction and the arrangement for follow-up processing.

"No more greetings, just tell me about the situation." Yang Fan sat at the side of the conference table.

"Last night at about 12 o'clock, there were a lot of supernatural incidents in Chongzhi City, but we did not receive any notice in advance. It is estimated that as you expected, the problem lies with those two people." The middle-aged man sitting opposite Yang Fan pushed. I pushed the glasses.

"Is the position locked?" Yang Fan asked.

"Not for the time being, it is not ruled out that these two people died, after all, many times will not leave the body." The middle-aged man shook his head.

"Definitely not dead, they are not ordinary people, I suggest you throw away this kind of thought immediately." Yang Fan tapped the table top with his right hand.

"Yang Fan, can I ask you a question?" The middle-aged man frowned.

Yang Fan was silent for a few seconds and nodded.

"What is their purpose?" The middle-aged man's eyes were full of expectation.

"I don't know." Yang Fan's answer was calm, as if talking about an inconsequential matter.

"But they must have a purpose, right?" The middle-aged man increased his voice. "If we know their purpose, we might be able to find out through this clue."

Yang Fan put his left elbow on the table, his palm supporting his chin, and he hesitated.

"You must know." The middle-aged man pointed at Yang Fan with his right index finger.

Yang Fan looked away and replied softly: "All the information obtained by the brain in the tank comes from'that person'. Don't ask me who'that person' is. I don't know, but there is no doubt that the information he gave is absolutely Correct, if we do not follow his terms, those strange things, ghosts, disasters, will all affect the entire country and even wipe out the entire human race."

"What do you mean?" The middle-aged man looked bewildered. He stood up, supported the desktop with his palms, and asked loudly: "You mean, the information doesn't actually come from the brain in the tank? It's another...person? In other words, my country, no, the whole world is controlled by this person?"

"Be quiet." Yang Fan glanced at it.

"How long has it been?" The middle-aged man realized that he was indeed too excited, so he took a deep breath and sat down.

"The earliest record that can be found is probably more than 1,300 years ago. I don’t know it even earlier. At present, their purpose seems to be to find the people behind the scenes. However, no matter what their purpose is, they are Can't let them do what they want." Yang Fan closed his eyes.

"Is there any problem with this?" The middle-aged man did not understand, "Don't you want to know who is behind the scenes? Or say..."

"The brain in the tank warned us that we should not look for it, otherwise the consequences will be at your own risk. You, I, and anyone else can't bear the consequences!" Yang Fan opened his eyes, seeming to perceive that continuing to speak would not help the search. , So he sighed, and asked: "What about face recognition? Fingerprints have no clues? Although the photo only has a profile face, it should be enough for modeling."

The photo Yang Fan mentioned was exactly the photo that caused the F-23 team to be abandoned. In the photo, all the team members, including Hawkeye, were photographed. Although they had only side faces and were blurry, they were able to borrow with the increasingly developed technology. This track.

"The wanted has been sent, and there is no clue for the time being." The middle-aged man just finished speaking, and a knock on the door sounded, "Please come in!"

Outside the door, a woman in a black uniform walked in. She was slender and holding a document. She walked quickly to the middle-aged man and said a few words softly.

The middle-aged man nodded. After the woman went out, he looked at Yang Fan and said:

"A bookstore owner said that he had seen it. The "Eagle Eye" you said went to the bookstore to meet another person, a man in his twenties and about 1.8 meters tall."

With that, he picked up the remote control on the desktop and pressed the button, and a surveillance video appeared on the monitor.

Yang Fan shifted, staring at the monitor intently.

As the progress bar moved gradually, Hawkeye’s front feet just appeared in the display. Then, other customers passed by Hawkeye, just blocking Hawkeye’s face. Then, the high bookshelf once again blocked Hawkeye’s side face, until finally Hawkeye Yan and Qiancang left the bookstore alone.

"Wait!" Yang Fan shouted.

The middle-aged man presses pause.

"What about him? Where is the picture of him coming in?" Yang Fan looked at Qian Cangyi's back.

The middle-aged man adjusted the progress bar, but found that the situation was the same. Although it was indeed photographed, the face was obscured by various coincidences.

"They are lucky—" The middle-aged man was interrupted by Yang Fan before he could finish his words.

"—It's not luck. I said that they have supernatural abilities." Yang Fan shook his head and exhaled deeply. Then, he stretched out his hand, "Give me the remote control."

The middle-aged man handed the remote control to Yang Fan.

Yang Fan quickly moved the progress bar, and finally stopped at the moment when the two left. Then, he pointed to the blue notebook in Qiancang No. 1's hand and asked, "What is this?"

"Notebook?" The middle-aged man's tone was uncertain.

"Why do you need to bring a notebook? To record the plan? Or... You send someone to the bookstore and nearby to inquire. Also, this blue notebook should not be simple. I am afraid it is their purpose to re-organize the city. I want to focus on asking." Yang Fan His eyes were firm, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

You will never succeed!

He said to himself in his heart.

The middle-aged man looked at the screen on the display screen, did not ask much, and directly ordered Yang Fan's request.

"I have an idea." Yang Fan sat upright.

"What do you think?" The middle-aged man looked at Yang Fan.

"Someone guides them, if I guess right, the information from the brain in the tank also comes from him." Yang Fan loosened and clenched his right hand, repeating.

"He? You mean, the person behind the scenes, the person who gives information to the brain in the tank?" The middle-aged man followed Yang Fan's thoughts.

"Yes, I understand. UU reading www.uukanshu.com" Yang Fan fell into deep thought and whispered softly, "Why is it so troublesome? I'm afraid it's a test. Hawkeye wants to see the people behind the scenes, but we don't want Hawkeye to see. , We are the test of Hawkeye. If we succeed, we will only kill a terrorist. If Hawkeye succeeds..."

"What will happen?" the middle-aged man asked.

Yang Fan was stunned before reacting. He accidentally said what was in his heart. He sighed slightly, stood up, put his hands in his pants pockets, then walked to the window and looked out the window.

"Don't want to say?" The middle-aged man snorted softly.

Yang Fan replied softly:

"You have to know that our world is now in a dynamic balance, where one part of the life is exchanged for the peace of another. If the balance is broken, another balance will be achieved, or, bang!"

Speaking of this, he opened his hands and imitated the explosion.

The middle-aged man did not answer, and the entire conference room fell into a short silence.

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