100k Volts Electrocutes You to Death

Ye Wenxuan's heart moved freely, countless electromagnetic waves like invisible tentacles, attached his "tentacles" tightly around Victor's body, and before this powerist noticed, he began to detect each part of his body at a very fast speed. Item data.

Victor seemed to be really asleep, and there was no movement.

Two minutes later, the mock portraitist's fingers flicked and woke up.

At the same time, in an interrogation room far away from him.

Ye Wenxuan slowly opened his eyes.

Frequently creating large magnetic fields caused his body to temporarily lose his strength, and his spirit began to weaken.

He took a few breaths very low, covering his sweaty forehead with one hand, blocking the thoughtfulness in his eyes.

"The consciousness is away from the body, and then you can walk at will. This ability can be regarded as the legendary invisible man."

Ye Wenxuan murmured silently: "Victor Hyman, wouldn't you be the leaker we were looking for..."

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The apron of the Anchorage Villa in Houston.

When a helicopter landed slowly, Xing Yuan said goodbye to An Qiluo, who seemed to be unaware of the bug in the guest room, and behaved exactly like before.

An Qiluo: "Xing, good luck."

Xing Yuan nodded and turned to the helicopter.

Several people were already seated in the plane, two of them were covered with a black cloak, and the black uniform near the exit threw him a suit. Xing Yuan took a look and found that the two people sitting and sitting The black cloak has the same style.

The man in uniform sunglasses coolly said: "Put on, sit down."

Xing Yuan did not intend to look for problems, he put on his cloak, walked two steps in the cabin, and finally sat next to the fat man in his cloak.

The fat man covered his face with a hood and only looked at his figure. This man should be the man who came with Pei Ji yesterday.

I wonder if the one next to him is Liu Tianquan.

The helicopter ascended slowly, and no one was talking in the cabin, but after a few minutes, the fat man coughed: "That... are we going to leave Houston?"

No one answered him, even the tall and thin man in the cloak on the other side was motionless.

Xing Yuan looked at the cabin under the cover of the hood. In the dim space, besides the three cloak men who needed to attend the ceremony, five private bodyguards in black suits and black sunglasses were sitting.

Sunglasses may not only be handsome. He observes the man sitting on his right hand, and Yu Guang sees lines of text flashing inside his sunglasses. It looks like he is receiving instructions from someone.

Fat man: "Uh, I think everyone should have a certain right to know. I'm not saying that I'm timid. If I'm timid, I won't stay here..."

Before he finished, a black uniform across from him pulled out his pistol, and the muzzle was aimed at his forehead.

The rest of the fat man's words were choked in his throat, everyone could not see his face, but it must be very distorted.

Black uniform: "Once on the plane, all operations must be directed."

"Now, shut up."

The fat man summoned the courage to stand up: "How dare you--"

Before he stood upright, Xing Yuan held his shoulders and whispered to the opposite person, "We know."

The black uniform looked at him sideways and slowly moved the muzzle back.

Xing Yuan, who had experienced the killing field, could tell that the white man had a murderous look all over his body, and he was indeed planning to leave a few bullets on the fat man.

The fat man halted his flag and sat down again.

He turned his head and muttered quietly while arranging the black clothes with his hands, "Man, thank you anyway."

Xing Yuan was noncommittal, only a low hum, his gaze was still on the black uniform.

They don't look like ordinary bodyguards, but they are a bit iron-blooded. They may be mercenaries, or they may be private armed forces somewhere.

A few minutes later, the helicopter stopped at another wide field, and the black uniform picked up the last person.

Xing Yuan looked at Liu Tianquan through the hood with a vigilant look on his face, and turned his eyes around everyone in the cabin, expecting that it might be the same when he came up before.

Liu Tianquan didn't recognize him. He also took the cloak and chose a place with few people and sat down alone.

The helicopter flew higher and higher, avoiding the radiation range of the radar, and the pilot found the flight path and gradually moved further and further away from Houston.

Xing Yuan watched their helicopter fly over the ocean.

The fat man couldn't sit still anymore: "How to fly farther and farther...this is about to leave the United States..."

The master man next to him also made a noise this time.

"Excuse me, where is our destination?" As if afraid of angering the black uniform, he raised his hands and said slowly, "It can't always be an island on the sea?"

The tall sunglasses men sitting by the door finally faced them.

"The journey is still very long, everyone is ready." He said in a rough voice: "Four newly joined gentlemen, if the subsequent entrance ceremony is successful, you will be lucky to go to the SP Institute and see one of them in person. Some experimental results, and even more crazy things."

"So, all the suffering before this should be worth it."

The fat man hesitated: "Can't you use the toilet?"

Man: "I can kick you into the sea."

The fat man retreated and asked: "Okay. What about the three meals? I won't ask for afternoon tea and supper. After all, we may have to sit a dozen or dozens of small..."

The handle of the gun was firmly held by a large palm wearing tactical gloves, and the muzzle was pointed at the fat man, making him succeed again.

The man said eloquently: "Before the entrance ceremony is complete, if there are new members with different behaviors, or if the noise is really making me angry, the boss charter me, I can give these people some lessons, or give them a gift on their heads. bullet."

"You actually treat newcomers like this?!" The fat man moved his position: "Okay, I'm just commenting, I... I won't do it if I don't say it."

The man was too lazy to take care of him, and his eyes squeezed through the sunglasses to four newcomers. He sneered: "Breaking dawn is not a leisure club. No matter what you join, it is better not to play under my eyes. Little means."

No one answered him, and the man didn't care. He turned the gun and put the pistol in his waist holster.

Xing Yuan listened quietly to their conversation, without a word, his eyes swept over his waist, cuffs and trousers.

He then took time to see Liu Tianquan.

The latter sits farther away, and straightens the waistboard from the top, without saying a word.

To say that he did this for Xing Yi, he would be blind.

The future of the Liu family is probably not long.

I don't know if Ye Wenxuan guessed what he was going to do.

Xing Yuan turned to look out the window, silently thinking about his wife in his heart.

Far away in the Union Building in Washington, someone's "wife" was lying on the bed, waiting for the sweat sticking to his body to evaporate and dry.

He panted and breathed, turned his back to the monitor in a lying position, and wiped off the sweat on his face.

Relative to casually recruiting a thunder or something, generating a magnetic field and perceiving everything in this space, this requires his more precise control and higher physics attainments.

What's more, in this space, the object he wants to explore is like him, a superpower with a power.

Victor Hyman, a simulated portrait artist recommended by the Turkish police, once accurately drawn the five suspects who created the “Ankara Black May” terrorist attack based on witnesses and blurred surveillance video.

Later, these people were confirmed to be from an extreme terrorist organization, and three of them were almost identical to the characters in Victor's portrait after being arrested and disguised.

His amazing painting skills and his ability to capture the facial features of criminals are important evidence for the Turkish police to recommend him to the anti-terrorist alliance.

However, Ye Wenxuan did not expect that such a "poor student" with the third lowest score would be an unpredictable ability.

Could this be the legendary "pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger"?

He thought for a long time, but in the end did not figure out what way to use to try this kind of.

Then it may be bolder.

For example, leave a note to scare him, what...

Therefore, Ye Wenxuan used the current interference monitor to control the electromagnetic field and steal the investigators' pens and papers.

He wrote the line at random, and while no one was paying attention, he secretly transported the note to Victor’s interrogation room, squeezed it in from the door, and finally hid it in the other’s folding bed. Under the foot of the bed.

The current climbed up the iron bedpost of the folding bed, like a little snake dormant under the metal, which was instantly nailed to the back of the man's hand.

It was as if stinged by static electricity.

Victor's consciousness has once again fluttered to other places, and this was caught off guard, directly hitting his mental body back into the body.

"Well!" He twitched like a cramp and opened his eyes suddenly.

"What...is it static electricity..." Victor slowed down on the bed for a while, muttering with his eyes down: "I was backed by static electricity...?"

Then he saw the note hidden in the gap.

Has this thing happened before?

Victor was unclear, so he picked it up and opened it.

[You have just been at Otis, I saw you.(smile)

The man was shocked with cold sweat.

Ye Wenxuan, who has been paying attention to him, raised the corner of his mouth, and after feeling pretended, that kind of deep feeling from the heart.

Come, let grandpa play with you.

After the investigators left in the afternoon, Victor received the second paper.

This time it comes with a pencil.

[Let’s talk, use this paper.(smile)

Victor pursed his lips. He was still lying on his side. The white paper was hidden on the bed in front of his chest. Try not to let the monitor take pictures of the abnormality here.

In this pose, he wrote laboriously: [Who are you.

As soon as he finished writing, the pencil in his hand moved, as if an invisible hand took it from him.

But Victor prides himself on this. He knows that there is no second invisible person beside him.

[Your kind.

This is really the worst kind of answer.He pursed his lips, thinking in his heart.

Victor: [Where are you?

Ye Wenxuan sat cross-legged on the bed, raised his hand to say hello to the soldiers who came in to deliver food, while remotely controlling the pencil, wrote like a magic stick: [I'm everywhere.

Victor: [Impossible, I can't feel anyone else in this room.

Ye Wenxuan: [No way, because I am strong, remember to call it senior.

Victor: [Don’t play dumb mysteries anymore. Who are you?

Ye Wenxuan wrote while eating: [Young people, don’t be so irritable, come on, take a sip and calm down.

Victor raised his head, and the outsiders just opened the door, and walked in with dinner.

The pencil bar fell from midair and rolled back to the foot of the bed. The white paper also folded itself into small cubes and slammed into Victor's coat to hide.

The soldier put the dinner plate on the table: "Mr. Victor, this is today's supper."

Victor: "..."

The piece of paper affixed to his waist, like a warm dog skin plaster, which was hot and anxious.

The author has something to say: Victor’s power is similar to out of soul or out of consciousness

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####The duel from the powers####

Victor: [Who are you, where are you, what do you want to do?!

Ye Wenxuan: [Don't be nervous, I will not take the initiative to disrespect you.

Victor: [If you write a message, I will call!

Ye Wenxuan: [Don't call it if you have the ability, just take it off.

Victor: [Dare you dare to watch?

Ye Wenxuan: [Dare I see you dare to take it off?

Victor & Ye Wenxuan: I don't dare to wipe it.