2:00 Jean was walking on the deserted street. After returning from the medical department, Jean walked all the way. In the Baihu District in the upper west, there are a large number of high-end apartment buildings. Most of the people who can afford to live in or own a house have a monthly income of more than Only a family of 10,000 can afford a house with a monthly rent of more than 1,000. Gene is going to a banquet tomorrow night. When someone familiar with Huashen learned that Gene wanted to get a supercomputer, he said that Gene could use it, but asked Gene to attend the banquet tomorrow night. Jean hates going to banquets. There have been a few times where he didn't feel very good. Jean doesn't like lively occasions, and there are all kinds of people coming over at banquets. Jean doesn't like socializing, but he I like to visit busy markets and sit in a small shop for a while. "Sure enough, I'm just an old man." Gene smiled self-deprecatingly and pressed the elevator button. Mo Xiaolan often said that Gene was like an old man who was hundreds of years old. Arriving at the door of room 1020, Jean stopped soon. Under the faint light, Jean saw that the door had signs of tampering, and it was very new. Most of the doors in apartment buildings have safety devices. If they are opened without identification, the alarm device will be activated directly. The security on the upper floors is the best. It only takes 5 minutes for people from the 5th department to come over. Gene squatted on the ground and took a look. The convex mirror next to the door handle used to scan IDs had been knocked off and replaced with a fake one. Water must have been dripped into it to temporarily short-circuit the nano circuit board. When the identity scanning machine broke down and could only be opened with a key, Gene took out the key and smiled coldly. The technique was very professional and it didn't look like it was done by an ordinary guy.
The door opened with a creak, and Gene stepped directly in. Sure enough, a gun was pressed against his left temple. The lights in the room came on. There were a total of 6 people in the room, wearing black hoods and holding hands. Holding a weapon and smiling in his eyes. "Friend, you'd better be honest. You have offended a rich man, and we are here to help them. We will give you a good beating tonight." Suddenly, Jean suddenly squeezed the hand of the guy next to him with his backhand. There was a click and accompanied by a burst of screams, the five people in the living room opposite rushed over. They did not dare to open fire in a place like this. Jean gently dodged the iron rod that was struck from the front, and suddenly took a step forward, pressed his fingers on the opponent's throat, and gave a slight push. boom There was a loud noise, and the four people behind him exploded under the huge impact like bowling balls. The guy next to him held his broken wrist in pain, and one of them got up. His body was flashing with a slight white light. It was the hardening of the skin, a body function unique to mutants, and it was at the level of a B-class mutant. Jean walked over slowly. The moment the opponent was about to hit him, Jean's eyes widened, and a light blue halo flowed around Jean's eyes. "You are not timid. Now you have three charges, namely home invasion, assault, and openly attacking the section chief with a firearm. Now you are LV3 criminals." After a while, six people knelt in a row in the corner in horror and looked at Jean with their hands on their heads. The hood had already been taken off. He casually threw the things in his hands on the table. The eye-catching number 13 on the uniform was illuminated under the light. Extraordinarily penetrating. Gene took out the identification certificates of six people, all of whom were level 4 citizens and came from the bottom. "Do you often do these things?" Gene lit a cigarette, put the six people's light and shadow bracelets on the table, stood up slowly, and the six people immediately begged for mercy. "How spineless." Soon Gene knew who was looking for him. "We really didn't mean it. We never ask anything when we take jobs. Although it's an upper-class area, it's 50,000. Please, Lord Jean, we didn't know it was you. Please spare us the money." Jean sneered and squatted in front of the six people. "You have two choices, go to jail or do me a small favor." The guy named Lorraine who was the leader immediately nodded in agreement.
Gene took out the phone, then sat on the chair with his hands on his chin and looked at the six people in front of him. A plan had been formed in his mind, and he planned to use this opportunity to create a little advantage. After a while, the doorbell rang, and looking very irritated, Gene was about to open the door. boom The door flew over in one piece. Gene stretched out a finger to hold the door, and a pair of slender hands grabbed Gene's collar. "What are you doing, Gene? I'm having a good dream. It's 3 o'clock now, 3 o'clock in the morning. Do you think I'm very free? Is this your subordinate? Have you been kicking your nose or face lately?" Gene was lifted directly into the air by Niya. He smiled helplessly. At this moment, Niya turned her head and saw six guys in the corner with their heads in their hands, looking at the two of them tremblingly. "I was threatened and hurt, so I called the police." Niya blinked and let go of Jean, her voice extremely angry. "Huh? Are you kidding me? These little hooligans can just be executed, and you called me here in the middle of the fucking night?" Jean looked at the six people again and then said. "Remember, if you want to survive, do as I say." Gene said, grabbing the furious Niya and dragging her into the bedroom. "What on earth are you going to do? I don't have the patience to play with you. I have to go to work tomorrow morning and there are a lot of things waiting for me to deal with." "Now you have seen the scene. Tomorrow you help me summon the media, and then announce that Gene, the chief of Section 13, was attacked by an unknown person. There is no danger for the time being. Your Section 5 is investigating." Niya stared at Jean with a serious face. "Hey, are you telling a joke? This joke is not funny. The guy behind it is nothing more than the grandson of that old man Chen Qiao. Didn't you say it too? You deserve it." "Since the other party likes to use the city's legal order to talk things over, I can do that too. As a citizen of Brilliant City, don't I have the right to be protected?" Niya held her forehead and when she was hesitating, she sneered. "It seems interesting. It's not impossible to help you. You have to do me a favor." Gene nodded. "Then it's easy to handle. We have a group of special managers who need patient guidance. I won't allow you to refuse." Jean nodded with a slightly bitter expression. "If the General Affairs Department asks, I will blame it all on you and say that you coerced me into agreeing, okay?" Gene smiled and made an OK gesture. "completely fine." Niya knew very well that Gene wanted to achieve a certain purpose through this method.