At this moment, outside the wooden hut.
In the middle of the sea of flowers.
It wasn't easy to grow the poppies well.
The mercenaries would always patrol the area so that the farmers wouldn't dare to have any ulterior motives.
Similarly, this area became the most heavily guarded area.
Bo Jiu carried her gun and walked past one of the farmers. Her actions were fierce.
No one suspected her even when she was near the engine room.
But in order to enter the engine room, she had to be able to match the slogan.
Bo Jiu walked back and forth. She looked like she was patrolling the perimeter but in reality, she was listening to the movements there.
Three batches of people had entered the engine room.
It was just that these three groups of people all had different slogans.
Even with her strong memory, it was hard for her to enter such a defense mechanism.
Just as Bo Jiu narrowed her eyes, the fourth batch walked over.
Bo Jiu arched a brow. She held a cigarette in her right hand and placed her left hand on the shoulder of one of them. "Brother, do you have a lighter?"
"Of course." The person swept her a glance. "But why do you look so unfamiliar? When did you come? Are you in charge of the engine room? "
Bo Jiu watched his gaze and noticed the suspicion in it. She smiled faintly. "I haven't been here for long."
"That's why I haven't seen you before." The person lit his lighter and moved it in front of her.
Bo Jiu lit the cigarette but didn't continue to follow him. Instead, she waved her hand. "Thanks."
"It's okay." The person's suspicions were dispelled when he saw that she wasn't moving forward. He walked towards the engine room.
Bo Jiu held the cigarette in her mouth. Her patrolling posture was natural as though she had indeed been borrowing a lighter.
However, only she knew that if she had continued, her identity would have been exposed.
Breaking through the defense of the engine room was harder than she had imagined.
It seemed like this time, she would have to be more patient and observe.
Bo Jiu glanced up and puffed out a string of smoke. She watched the setting sun and listened to the slogan of the seventh batch.
A smile appeared on her lips. As expected, after the third slogan, another round.
She walked towards the engine room. As the eighth batch, she was stopped by the guards.
They glanced at Bo Jiu before replying, "Slogan."
Bo Jiu searched through her memories and recited the slogan unhurriedly.
The guards looked at each other and stood to the side.
Bo Jiu knew her slogan was right. She held the gun in one hand and walked in.
The computer room was huge. Once she entered, she could see the security cameras in the corridor. There were a total of six of them, and every single one of them was an obstacle to her movements.
Therefore, she had to change her identity so that she could come into contact with the mainframe without using force.
Yes, there was a change in her plan.
After she saw so many cameras made.
She wasn't going to destroy the tower again.
Because there was another way that was safer.
Using the computers here to share IP addresses would not be blocked by the signal tower.
The shielding equipment was like a protective shield that perfectly covered the area, making it impossible for anyone to find it quickly.
But if it was their own network and equipment, it definitely wasn't blocked. Otherwise, how could they communicate normally?
Bo Jiu noticed that none of them had a phone.
Even the mercenaries didn't have any.
Not to mention the gardeners.
The only thing that could silently share the address were the five computers in the computer room.
Bo Jiu glanced sideways at the technician who was making adjustments behind the glass.
When one of them left, Bo Jiu waited for him to leave.
She followed after him.
This scene wasn't wrong even under the surveillance cameras.
After all, Bo Jiu looked like she was patrolling.
Bo Jiu didn't take action immediately. Instead, she waited until the person entered the toilet.
When he wasn't paying attention, she raised her hand and knocked him out. Then she dragged him into one of the compartments.
Bo Jiu scrutinized the person's state. She glanced over and reached out to tear his collar. His hair fell down and his back arched. She tugged at his shirt handsomely. With his messy hair, she put on his shirt.
When she came out again, she had changed her clothes. She wasn't the same as before. She wore a pair of black-rimmed spectacles and dipped her hair in water, making it look a little oily. She wore a jacket and when she walked, her posture changed. Her back was hunched, the perfect image of a technical otaku, even a little dispirited.
This meant that from the back, no one would know that she had changed into a different person.
It was a perfect disguise.
However, just as Bo Jiu was about to leave, she noticed a little boy looking at her while washing his hands.
The boy was about 11 or 12 years old. His skin was tanned due to the intense daily life. Due to the poor environment, he looked very skinny. Especially his arms, he gave off a weak and small vibe.
He didn't look dangerous standing there because there was nothing in his eyes. It was pure black.
The moment Bo Jiu walked past him, the boy reached into his pocket in the mirror. It was an action of pulling out a gun.
He had already pulled out his gun, the muzzle pointed at her back.
Swoosh!
The boy didn't seem to expect the other party to be on guard against him.
Before he could open fire.
His throat was pierced by the military knife that appeared.
So much so that he couldn't even say a word. He just widened his eyes and leaned back.
Bo Jiu reached out and caught him.
She locked the boy, whose body was gradually turning cold, together with the technician from before.
At the start.
Bo Jiu didn't think about guarding against a child.
Even if he were to calculate the time, it was very likely that he would have heard something.
But as she approached the boy, a familiar image seemed to spill out of her mind.
It was mentioned in the Bible.
When your soul left your body, you would remember many things in your life. Those things would be like a movie replayed in your mind.
But there were some memories that you would lose.
For example, how you left your body.
Or, things that you purposely wanted to blur out.
That was why there was a saying, 'Forget about your life so that you can rest in peace.'
But in that instant, there was a replay.
Why did she die?
It was because of that moment of softness.
It was after she had settled a case, walking on the bustling streets of Tokyo.
There was a cheerful Christmas atmosphere everywhere.
An eleven-year-old girl's balloon floated onto a tree. She tugged at her sleeve, asking if she could help her take the balloon down.
At that time, Bo Jiu didn't realize that the girl had taken out a gun when she turned around.
It was very similar to the scene now.
Kawang loved to nurture demons.
Bo Jiu wouldn't make the same mistake twice.
Because of what she had learned from the Almighty, it was enough for her to observe the danger the child posed.
Young children were the scariest when they hurt others.
A child that could survive in such a place wasn't simple.
Besides, Kawang was here …
Bo Jiu raised her hand, wiping the blood off her face.
She knew that if it had been someone else, like Prince, he wouldn't have been so ruthless.
But she was different, her heart had long turned black.
But sometimes, she would come back empty-handed.
Bo Jiu adjusted her jacket. When she walked out of the washroom, her back was hunched, befitting her current identity.
There weren't any surveillance cameras in the washroom.
Hence, the surveillance room didn't notice anything amiss.
Even when Fan Jia had taken a glance at the surveillance cameras, she hadn't been able to see through her disguise.
But she wasn't Kawang, nor was she Qin Mo. When the images from different locations appeared, she could only tell that something was wrong, like this kind of disguise.
Unless she had specially looked for it, it would be hard for anyone to notice anything amiss with just a glance.
Besides, Bo Jiu hadn't chosen anyone randomly. After careful observation, she had chosen someone with a figure that was the closest to her.
Every technician was focused on their computer screen. Hence, when Bo Jiu sat down, the other four hadn't snapped back to their senses.
But Bo Jiu couldn't be too obvious.
Because there were surveillance cameras here as well …
At this moment, inside the wooden hut.
The video showed a person struggling in the water.
It seemed to be a prank in the school.
Prince was still guessing.
But the military doctor had already sensed something was amiss.
This wasn't a scene from the surveillance cameras.
Why had Kawang planted such a scene in the surveillance cameras?
Wait a minute!
Water!
Every time their boss's mood fluctuated, it was related to water.
Even they weren't sure what had happened that day.
But the person who had planted the hypnosis knew!
The military doctor, who was inspecting the other items, wanted to speak but Qin Mo interrupted him. "How's the purity?"
"It's very pure," the military doctor replied.
Qin Mo chuckled, as though nothing had happened. He used his wine glass to touch Kawang's. "Let's have a pleasant cooperation."
"Let's have a pleasant cooperation." Kawang's gaze dimmed. He seemed to be sizing up the person in front of him.
At this moment, the video changed again.
It was the scene where the youngster had gone to the infirmary to look for Kawang, who had disguised himself as the school doctor.
The scene appeared clearly in front of everyone.
In the video, Kawang was very knowledgeable. He had asked the youngster to test the thermometer politely. He seemed to have said something.
The youngster didn't seem to be on guard.
Then Kawang glanced at the thermometer that the youngster had tested. He stood up and walked towards the water heater. No one knew what medicine he had added.
However, when he stood up, even the Military Advisor had a premonition that once the young man drank this thing, he would definitely be in danger.
At that moment, Kawang had already sensed something was wrong with the youngster.
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