Agent Allen stared at the front of him. Although he was wearing a black suit, he was covered in blood. Although he had a smile on his face, his eyes were cold. Even Locke, who had blood marks on his face, fell into a trance.

Especially, there is a Molly next to her who makes a gurgling sound from her throat from time to time.

Although Alan, who claims to be a tough guy, couldn't help swallowing his saliva at this moment.

Seeing this, Locke smiled slightly, stretched out his right hand, and then patted Alan's shoulders like a frightened little rabbit, with a gentle tone, and once again repeated the paper and pen on the desktop: "Information, thank you."

Allen looked at Locke.

Mechanical...and hollow!

Next second.

Allen couldn't help but use his movable right hand to grab the pen, and then, he seemed to start writing information on the paper mechanically.

The corners of Rock's mouth rose slightly.

In these three months, Locke has done his best, and he is the first in any course.

Unable to break!

and……

On the fifteenth of last month, Locke started teaching practical hypnosis courses and other things.

It's quite easy to say first, and then add a little bit of plasma or something...

Locke smiled and looked at Alan, who was writing information on the paper, with a very satisfied expression.

In the monitoring room.

Walter Burke put down his telescope and looked out at the calm outside. He felt a little unscientific. He turned around and said, "How is the surveillance on the target house?"

"Everything is OK."

“What’s wrong.”

When Langley's deputy commander Dennis Slain heard this, he turned around and looked at Walter Burke, who was standing on the surveillance side with his hands on his hips, saying, "What's wrong?"

Walter Burke looked at the time on his watch: "It's almost eleven.30 now."

Dennis Slain spread his hands: "Is there anything wrong? Isn't the time deadline lasting tomorrow?"

Walter Burke shook his head and instructed the training agent to read Locke's schedule.

soon.

The schedule of work and rest has been reviewed.

Walter Burke looked at the schedule that was read, and then looked at the data above: "Since Locke came in, he has basically maintained the habit of coming out of the room at 6:30 in the morning and going to bed before twelve o'clock in the evening."

"It's a good habit," Dennis Slain said.

He is the deputy commander of the operation, not the operation agent.

Dennis Slain sat in the office and issued tasks. The weapon was the right in his hand, not the weapon in his hand. Naturally, he didn't quite understand what the difference was.

Walter Burke looked at Dennis Slain: "Locke Broughton is the most conceited and proudest of all the students."

Dennis Slain didn't want to think too much, and looked directly at Walter Burke: "What do you want to say? Locke would be an excellent agent, and even the director thought so."

First place, conceited, isn't it supposed to be?

"Yes, so it's impossible for him to pull the time until the second half of the night, because that would delay his rest time!"

"……What?"

Walter Burke was not explaining anything, but looked at the surveillance agent: "Amplify the surveillance in the target bedroom."

The agents do what they do.

The expanded bedroom surveillance instantly appeared on the big screen.

Monitoring, everything is normal.

but……

Walter Burke stared at Molly and Allen lying on the bed under the surveillance, and then looked at the green plant placed on the table.

Next second.

Walter Burke's eyes shrank slightly: "The surveillance is covered."

Dennis Slaine heard this and stood up.

"What?"

"Damn it, he's already in."

"What?"

Walter Burke took a deep breath, and was also surprised. It was nothing more. The green plants that appeared on the surveillance just now would shake regularly every three seconds. If he hadn't been careful, it would have been impossible to notice.

"That's right."

The agent who reacted quickly filtered the surveillance source and said, "The surveillance was hacked ten minutes ago."

Walter Burke's pupil earthquake.

at the same time.

It's ten minutes more.

James Clayton, who was outside the house, also had a routine conversation with Sam, who should have been on the second floor of the bedroom at the agreed time.

Lock looked at Allen, who had written the information after being hypnotized, raised his lips, then looked at the walkie-talkie that was ringing in his hand, and then looked up at the surveillance camera in the upper left corner of the house.

James Clayton, who was outside the house, frowned after listening to the talk radio, who had not replied for three seconds.

Just then.

Sam's voice was conveyed from the intercom, and then there was a conversation between Sam and Roy, and by the way, a conversation between Roy and Jeff.

Same as before.

One layer connects another layer.

only……

Just as James Clayton was about to put away the intercom, he saw a bunch of lights flashing in the remote monitoring room, and seemed to have thought of something.

"Hey, Sam."

James Clayton grabbed the intercom, looked up at the corridor window on the second floor: "Do you remember what I said to you when you entered the room?"

Locke, who was folding the information and putting it into his arms, smiled slightly as he listened to James Clayton's words from the intercom.

James Clayton repeated: "Sam?"

Lock opened the room, looked at the dark first floor through the gap in the stairs, his mouth slightly raised, and he pressed the intercom: "Okay, you caught me, James, but the game is over!"

Outside!

James Clayton listened without any concealment and the voice and pupils of Locke, who was directly conveyed from the intercom, instantly completed the entire process of the volcanic eruption!

"Shet!"

James Clayton quickly came back to his senses and roared: "He's in!"

"What?"

“What?”

"How could it be?"

"when?"

After James Clayton said this, in an instant, many students walking on the road disguised as bodyguards and couldn't help but turn their eyes over, and they all were shocked!

After finishing talking, James Clayton took the lead and ran towards the door of the house.

With a bang.

Locke, who heard the sound of a broken door in the house, thought for a while, then tilted his head and stepped back, and only heard a click.

The electricity in the house is directly lost!

The darkness instantly enveloped the entire house.

"Night Vision!"

"clear."

James Clayton, who had just stepped into the house, looked at the power that fell instantly, without any panic, and shouted directly, and then activated the night vision imager that had already made the decision and was wearing it on his head.

After all, in this game, Locke is a thief, and they are soldiers.

The walkie-talkie sounds!

Locke's voice came out of the intercom: "Good guy, are you using the night vision device?"

James Clayton held a rubber pistol and used gestures to guide everyone to disperse, then, with a vigilant look on his face, slowly walked on the stairs leading to the second floor: "You are No. 1, don't do much, are you worthy of your results?"

Locke laughed and said, "I don't care, I have obtained the information."
To be continued...