Fights are full of surprises. No matter how beautiful the plan is, it is common to not keep up with changes, but I never thought I would encounter this kind of accident.

The psychic security guard who was fighting with me in front of me should immediately report the changes on his side to his partners on the walkie-talkie. Even if I can't catch me, it will at least make my infiltration plan go bankrupt.

But he did the opposite action: he helped me hide my whereabouts.

Why is this happening? My brain is running at high speed, but because I am too surprised, the operation cannot be implemented, and it becomes a futile idleness.

I couldn't even help but wonder whether the security guard in front of me would be "Hassekawa, who has already lifted his madness."

Maybe Hasegawa also had the same idea as us, and wanted to sneak into Beaver Pharmaceutical as a security guard at night to conduct a hidden investigation. Then I accidentally hit her here. The problem is that this security guard, although he was wearing a helmet, could not see his face clearly and his figure was similar to Hasegawa, but his fighting skills were very different from Hasegawa.

He is more trained than Hasegawa.

I immediately stopped five meters away and focused on his next move.

After the report was completed, he didn't seem to want to cause my overreaction. He moved slowly, like a sloth in the zoo, and put the walkie-phone back into his left chest pocket.

Then he stood up and looked at me quietly. Not only did he not break anger at all with my arm, but he was a little nervous. After a few seconds, he made a voice to me, "Are you...are you a faceless person?"

Although he was asking questions, his attitude seemed extremely confident.

In this Beaver City, I am the only one who can cross the psychic armor with bare hands and directly attack the psychics.

"I am." I replied, "Who are you? Are you really the security guard here?"

As I said that, I glanced at the other security guard who was lying beside me, "He is also a psychic?"

"Yes, so are he." He seemed to smile shyly, which made me a little uncommon.

In the past, because I always had the natural advantage of assassinating psychics, there were many psychics who were knocked down by me like ordinary people. However, from beginning to end, even I myself did not realize that the other party was a psychic, it was really rare to see a psychic who was knocked down by me like this.

"As for me," the security guard pointed at himself again, "actually, he is not the security guard here."

"It can be seen." I said.

He reached into his pocket, took out a document, and threw it to me like a magician throwing a card. While I reached out to catch it, his next sentence followed, "I am a policeman."

I glanced at the moonlight and glanced at the ID. It was indeed the ID of the police.

But now the fake certificate technology is becoming more and more sophisticated, and non-professionals like me can't tell the truth or falsehood, so they threw it back and asked: "Why do the police pretend to be the security guard of Beaver Pharmaceuticals? Why do you want to hide the fact that I sneaked in?"

After he raised his hand to catch the ID, he answered my second question first, and there was a hint of excitement in his tone, "Actually, I am your supporter."

"supporter?"

Although it is a bit weird to say this, this sentence actually did not surprise me particularly.

*

This must start with why I was enemies of the psychic criminals in Beaver City back then.

I spent a lot of time and energy exploring ways to become a psychic. There is a seemingly feasible entrance: in the short time after the death of other psychics, through ritual means, blood rich in spirituality was extracted from corpses whose vitality had not yet disappeared, and then this blood was used as the main material and combined with other auxiliary materials to refine the "Blood Heart and Eye Potion".

This is some kind of unpopular medicine that I finally found out from the old paper pile, which can temporarily increase the inspiration of the users and is effective even for ordinary people to take.

For psychics, even if they are not psychics, inspiration is crucial. If they do not have inspiration, they cannot feel their own psychic energy and cannot use them.

If an ordinary person wants to become a psychic, the most important step is to first feel their own psychic energy.

My plan at that time was very simple, that is, no matter what, I had to start with being able to feel my spiritual energy, the spiritual energy was the "energy of the soul". Even a soul like me, who is a different universe, should have spiritual energy. It was just that the difference in the way the soul formed made my inspiration extremely slow, and even the step of self-induced can't be achieved.

If I can take this "from zero to one" step with the help of the Blood Heart Eye Potion, then I will be able to directly become a psychic in a short period of time when the medicine is still in effect, and then turn around and forcefully fix the inspiration for temporary improvement.

Although I don't have the technology to refine this potion, I can find a trustworthy psychic pharmacist to help me refine it.

The question is where to kill so many psychics.

I have no intention of killing those psychics who live a serious life. Since that's the case, I have to attack these psychics who have blood on their hands in the black area.

After such a secret activity, my reputation in the black area of ​​Beaver City also became popular.

They initially called me "the weird guy wearing a monster mask", then "black sheep", and "beaver shadow". Finally, after I retired seriously injured, I became a "faceless man".

My "motive for crime" in the rumors also had a different difference from my real motive. They began to believe that I was a man who had experienced a tragic past due to the criminal activities in Beaver City. As for what this "tragic past" specifically refers to, who knows? Perhaps an important person was shot and killed by a passing criminal, or perhaps something else. In short, they believed that since I always stared at the murder of a psychic criminal, there must be some kind of strong hatred supported by.

Then, they continued to use a serious "reasoning", insisting that with the support of sadness and anger, I applied a long-term hell training on myself, so that I later became a monster that even the psychics could defeat with their bare hands. In the end, they said seriously in the tone of "information": He has returned to this city, and has brought fear to those who have brought fear to him in the past.

Several mentally ill criminals even came out to claim that they were shot and killed by their parents, the faceless man, and there was never a shortage of such criminals with brain problems in Beaver City.

These rumors that shape me like "Avengers Returning from Hell" are honestly disappointed, and I even want to kill all the rumor-mongers.

What's even more outrageous is that later, even the local police believed these rumors. Maybe they didn't believe them at first, but after analysis, they probably couldn't think of a higher possibility. So they took the initiative to send someone to contact me and tried to include me in the system. Although it didn't work later, they also cooperated with me to eliminate local criminals like cockroaches.

The high crime rate in Beaver City also showed a downward trend during that period, so some people inside the Public Security Bureau really regarded me as a "charity policeman" that often appeared in the movies, a dark hero who was away from the sun and a private legal sanctioner who lost trust in the government.

So, naturally, people who support me and those who oppose me appeared.

But I don't mean that at all.

Whether it is the former or the latter, my image in their minds makes me feel that it is more like a "people who can't grow up" who still wants to play the role of a dark hero after growing up. Perhaps because they all take this image seriously, they do not look at this matter with a joking attitude, but I cannot repay the same attitude. This is a misunderstanding.

However, compared to facts, this misunderstanding is indeed more beneficial to me on some occasions (such as now), so I let this misunderstanding continue.

As for the Blood Heart Eye Potion... I'm sorry, although that drug does work, my inspiration is so slow that even I can't measure it. Even if it is improved, it cannot improve me to a level that is even the same as that of ordinary people.

So the plan also failed.

*

"You have disappeared for a year! Everyone thought you were dead, but I believe that you must be recovering from the injury wherever you were, and you will definitely come back." The policeman's eyes were filled with inexplicable high temperatures, which made me almost unable to help but take a step back.

Although I do have some supporters in the Public Security Bureau, this person seems to be a little over-zealous.

He asked enthusiastically: "Do you want to sneak into this company? What's the problem with this company?"

"Maybe there is a problem." I made my words as conservative as possible and asked, "Also, I had another question just now, you didn't answer."

"Oh, yes... it's the reason why our police disguised themselves as security guards. In fact, it's not complicated. During the day, a crazy psychic appeared, attacking Beaver Pharmaceutical's technical consultant in full view of everyone?" He asked inquiry, and after I nodded, he took it back. "Our captain suspected that the crazy psychic might be unfavorable to Beaver Pharmaceutical, so he discussed it with the senior management of Beaver Pharmaceutical, and then brought a few elites to the security team. If the person appeared around the company, he would immediately arrest him."

"That's it?" I asked, "How many people did your captain bring here?"

"Add him, there are nine people in total." He told me this information without thinking. It was so refreshing that I couldn't help but wonder if he was lying to me.

"All of them are psychics?" I asked.

"All of them," he said honestly.

"So many precious combat powers are used in such places?"

"This...we don't understand either." He was puzzled, and touched his chin with his hand, "but the captain insisted on doing this."

Hearing this, I can't help but wonder if the captain is a Beaver Pharmaceutical, so I care so much about the safety of Beaver Pharmaceutical.

But even so, it would be too much of a fight. The other party is just a psychic who has lost his mind. If he wants to capture it, a fully armed ordinary police force can do it.

Suddenly, I found that the arm that the policeman who had just broken by me has now recovered, and he used this hand to touch his chin. He noticed my gaze, raised the hand with a smile, and said, "My specialty is speeding regeneration."

It's really enviable.

"What's your name?" After I asked, he immediately reported his full name. Changgui Chang, I will try to remember it in my mind first. Maybe there will be a chance to meet him in the future.

Then he asked, "So, what's your captain's name?"

"It's Captain Xu." After saying that, he added, "Captain Xu Shengxing."

*

After I drew the information from him that the time for a regular report was "thirty minutes", I kept it in my heart and then knocked him out while he was unprepared.

Then he changed into the uniform of the "security guard" who was stunned just now and went straight to the main entrance of the company.

The security guard guarding the main gate looked at me. According to what the police just said, the security guard was also disguised by the police. He asked: "You should be responsible for patrol. What are you here to do? It's not time to change shifts yet?"

"Go to the toilet." I replied in a muffled voice. Although pretending to be a voice is not my strength, speaking with a helmet can easily deform the sound.

"Will you not solve it directly on the grass?" he asked.

"Will it be a bad impact when seen by people in the company?" I asked back.

He pondered for a moment, then nodded in agreement, turned around and signaled me to go in, and instructed: "Hurry, don't let Lao Xu see you leave your post, otherwise you will have to be cooked."

"Don't worry." After I finished speaking, I walked in directly.

I was still thinking about Xu Shengxing in my mind.

Unlike the police just now, Xu Shengxing is an opponent of the faceless man.

Although he also believes that it is a reasonable choice to cooperate with faceless people in an emergency, in general, he will still regard faceless people as a destroyer of order and try to arrest him.

At the same time, he is also a powerful and super-level psychic, and he is my father in this life.

Although I don’t know why he led the team to appear at Beaver Pharmaceutical, this thing makes me feel quite tricky from the perspective of combat or emotional perspective.

Just when I arrived on the third floor, my work phone was shocked very hidden. I took it out and looked at it. It was a text message sent by Adam, asking me if I had encountered any problems. According to the rules agreed in advance, if I did not respond to this text message within thirty seconds, Adam would retreat immediately.

But I had no need to answer, because I had seen Adam standing in the middle of the corridor on the third floor.

I took off my night vision helmet and gently tapped the wall.

She looked back reflexively, and then with the help of the moonlight, she saw my face clearly and breathed a sigh of relief.

"I thought something happened to you," she said.

"It's really something happened." I walked over and told her what happened just now.
To be continued...