Super Detective in the Fictional World

Carol has always been an honest person, and most of the time after gaining his powers, he has also been hiding in Tibet without daring to expose himself.

She resisted letting others do this for herself, even though the mystery man had said it was for money several times.

If Lorna was caught, she would have seen an exit request for a year on the run.

Others, who have been with her for no more than two months, can't really say how deeply emotional they are, and can only apologize.

As for Lorna, she didn't believe what they initially liked to say about "the psychic is a family”.

When she was a normal person, she was killed by a gang of ordinary people. But it was Luke, an ordinary man, who reached out to her.

So she thinks "family” has nothing to do with whether she has superpowers or not.

Her idea of a "family” is not so cheap either.

Luke looked down at her and smiled. “Well, I'm going to get rich, not die, so don't worry about it. Be a good cleaner for your promising career. ”

At this point, the two men walked to the entrance to the ground floor.

Luke waved at her, indicating she could go back.

Carol watched him leave and couldn't help but ask, “What do I call you? ”

Luke twisted his head and thought: Dead money, mercenaries, harsh tactics, promised to accomplish the task, which, taken together, seemed...

“Just call me Wilson.” He said.

Carol nodded: "Well, goodbye, Mr. Wilson, please be sure to come back safely, the money will never run out. ”

Luke looked at her and sighed, clapping her shoulder with his hands up: "Don't be too nice, or you'll be a poor man's life. ”

Carol: "Huh? ”

Luke didn't mean to go on either.

Carol, this soft heart is really unhealed.

If it's not necessary, keep her out of the focus list! Such a good man is on the battlefield and must be the first to die.

Well, wait a minute. She has primary self-healing. Doesn't seem easy to die? Luke smiled and shook his head, throwing away these ridiculous ideas and hiding in the dark.

Carol didn't come back to his room until he saw his figure disappear on the corner.

Lorna pretended to be watching TV, but glanced at her.

When Carol sat on the couch, she finally couldn't help but say, “What did he say to you? ”

Carol's lips moved and finally swallowed back the trouble Mr. Wilson was going to have with the Sentinel Secret Service.

Lorna had an unusual sense of kindness towards those “companions", knowing that Mr. Wilson might have to help her save lives.

The point is, her companion was more than that when Carol met her.

According to her own account, twenty or thirty of her companions were captured by the Sentinel Secret Service.

Carol felt like she couldn't figure out a way to take twenty or thirty people from a research base.

The longer she fled, the quicker her movements were exposed for each additional number.

I'm afraid Mr. Wilson will be chased to death by the Sentinel Secret Service if he takes a bunch of people with him.

So she pulled two stacks of knives out of her pocket and took a stack of them to Lorna: "He's here to transfer the cost of living so we don't starve to death before paycheck. ”

Lorna looked at the stack of beautiful knives and stunned for a moment. Her face turned red and threw the money aside: “No, I'm not a beggar. ”

Carol, pick up the money yourself: “I've already told him that when the paycheck is paid, the money will be returned. ”

Lorna: …

When Carol went to pack her things herself, she quietly put up her own stack of "living expenses," which was also a little red on her face.

This is so embarrassing.

Luckily Carol wouldn't laugh at her.

……

The next morning, Luke went to the police station to show his face and took two cases before leaving Dustin's office and drove home.

Half an hour later, he became an ordinary white man on a flight to Vancouver, Canada.

Seven hours later, the man left downtown Vancouver under heavy rain and entered an empty suburb.

Soon after, a very ordinary fixed-wing aircraft rose in the suburbs and headed north.

As the planes headed inland to the north, the weather became colder and the original light rain became much smaller.

Canada is the second-largest country in the world, after Russia, but has a population of more than 30 million.

If America's suburbs are sparsely populated, then Canada's suburbs are largely deserted.

As long as there's something to do in America, it would be perfect to have a secret base here.

And British Columbia is adjacent to Washington, D.C., which is probably one of the reasons Sentinel Secret Service moved the research base.

Canadian airspace is fully open to the United States, and Sentinel Secret Service project leaders can fly back to D.C. at any time.

The plane landed half an hour later, and Luke drove it into a sheltered forest and took it into storage.

Then he took out the brand new Battle Armor equipment.

Once the stealth system is activated, four auxiliary wings pop up behind it, with miniature jets above using only the minimum power, and continue north and back against the ground.

At the end of the 20-kilometer journey, a small lake appeared in front of us.

Lake Alcali is indeed only a younger brother in the lake in Namib, Canada, but the lake is extremely wide when approached.

The freshly springing wilderness is still filled with Shawther, not seeing the smell of any spring, and feels no different from the vast wilderness that has flown before.

Luke lifted a medium-sized drone and watched the area for dozens of kilometres at high altitude.

It is now around 6 pm and the sky has begun to dim.

The incognito system still works better in low-light environments, where he waits until the evening to start operations and can now adjust for an hour.

Hiding in a lakeside woodland, Luke was eating chocolate to replenish the heat while using the virtual interface of the armor to adjust the plan.

He didn't have a hard time attacking this research base, and he didn't even bother to blow it.

But if you want to maximize the value of this research site, you can't give them too much response time.

This insignificant clandestine research institution destroys evidence if something goes wrong.

Evidence such as research data is sufficient, but the living psychic is also a witness.

If the person in charge of the research base is not quick enough to blow up the base, then come for nothing.

With his chin tucked in, he felt it still depended.

If he can solve the other party's surveillance system, he's doing his old job - sneaking in.

After diving in, we solve the surveillance room, then the leader, and finally the mutineers.

As long as everything goes quietly, he will eventually be able to take over the base in its entirety, and then he will come back and take stock of the harvest.