If you miss this opportunity because you don't pay attention to it, by the time Descartes truly reveals his purpose, it will be too late.
Even if you have to use skills to do so, you won’t hesitate.
"I'll do it." A member of the second team agreed.
He slowly came to the wall and put his palm on it.
“Art under the [Pope] Branch, [Perceptual Amplification].”
The second team leader explained: "According to the person's mental strength, a single aspect of perception can be strengthened to achieve the detection effect."
"Such auxiliary techniques also cause minimal damage to the human body."
But just before activating the skill, there was a sudden "bang" from the outside world, and the sound of a large piece of glass breaking could be heard on the street.
"what happened?"
The leader of the second group frowned and turned to look at the first group: "Let's go out and take a look. I'll leave it to you here."
The group leader nodded in agreement.
The members of the second group rushed out of the street in a hurry. But on the street in front of them, there was only broken glass, and not even a ghost was found around them.
"Founding in the east and attacking in the west?"
The suspicion that the second team leader had just raised was immediately rejected by himself.
Because the group still stayed indoors, nothing strange happened.
This is very baffling.
"What does Descartes want to do again?"
He was certain that this was Descartes' handiwork. Because in the past twenty days, one or two groups representing Director Song had had many confrontations with Descartes.
Not only did the other party have a weird dressing style, but the way he acted was also elusive. There was a strange and unpredictable smell all over his body.
Since the authorities are confused, just ask the bystanders.
"Three groups."
The second team leader pressed down the headset and asked the third team: "Did you observe the origin of the sound just now?"
"It's a flying stone."
The third team leader sounded calmly and pointed out the direction: "We have observed its direction. You can go over and search and rule it out."
"good."
The second team leader did not hesitate and led the members to take action immediately.
"Strange? There used to be street lights here...?"
All the way towards the target, some members couldn't help but have doubts in their hearts.
He remembered that when he was tracking before, there was nothing in this area?
Did you remember it wrong?
The street lamp pole in front of me is slender and has a thin layer of frost on the surface. It seems that it has been standing for a long time in the winter night.
I must have remembered it wrongly.
In the end, he only had a suspicious look in his eyes and followed the team to continue the search.
"Did you find it?"
"No."
"No."
A few minutes later, the one and two groups met again. The two team leaders exchanged information, but found that there was still no trace of Descartes.
The three groups following the street said everything was normal on the street.
"Has he already escaped?"
The three team leaders quickly exchanged opinions and decided to continue a blanket search based on the direction in which the pebbles were flying.
Buzz——
The drone suddenly flashed red light and slowly flew away from the sky.
The old street fell into silence again.
Click.
A soft sound came out.
The street lamp pole stood up from the spot easily. Its figure gradually shrank and turned back into a two-meter-tall alpaca-headed monster.
"Xiao Gao is really a troublemaker." He cursed in a low voice, turned around and strode away.
The black suit was opened to the night breeze, revealing the white lining inside.
The creepy palm was raised and inserted into the alpaca hood. Descartes emitted his own special wave frequency, just like mobile phone communication, sending out a signal.
rustle……
"Hello?"
"Hey Hey hey?"
"123123~"
Hearing the voice from the headset, the group leader frowned: "What's going on? Who is auditioning on the communication channel?"
The second team leader's old face was tense, and he suddenly realized: "Yes..."
At this time, in the main combat frequency of the Disaster Countermeasures Office, there were not only three combat teams, but also other logistics teams and leaders. It was just that they were not open to each other and could not communicate with each other.
But now the channel is completely open in a very strange way.
"Cough cough cough huh huh~"
A familiar sound of throat clearing sounded, spreading in all directions.
Inside the office located in the police district compound, the logistics team and security team were stunned, completely confused as to why such a sound could appear on the channel.
At the Second People's Hospital, Director Song was still asking Dr. Wang about his recovery, but suddenly he froze on the hospital bed.
This voice...
"Hello everyone~"
Descartes!
"I wonder if everyone on the Executive Board is satisfied with the performance I presented to you tonight?"
"I seem to feel that everyone is unhappy? Why? Director, isn't it my New Year's gift to you? Don't you like it?"
Director Song's face was as dark as water.
"Ha ha."
Descartes walked in the darkness and let out a low laugh: "Even if you don't like it, don't do it. I am a very good citizen."
"What exactly do you want to do?" Director Song finally spoke.
"What do I want to do?"
Descartes lowered his voice: "Isn't action the criterion of judgment? I have done so many things, isn't it enough for you to understand what I am really doing?"
Director Song fell into silence.
As for the others, they all looked confused.
Descartes deliberately said such ambiguous words in order to exclude the participation of other people and prevent the possibility of Director Song's actions being exposed to his superiors.
And it deliberately chose a mixed channel for communication. In addition to conveying goodwill, the purpose was just to let Director Song express his attitude.
An attitude in which you and I are irreconcilable.
After reaching this stage, if you still want to move up, appreciation may be important, but the more important thing is attitude.
This kind of attitude is very valuable, whether it is towards people or things. In this increasingly chaotic world, if such a person is given greater responsibilities, he will definitely be able to take on the responsibility.
Director Song's current silence is not because he is still struggling with Descartes' motives.
On the contrary, these words were actually reminded by Descartes personally before. Now after seeing the Lord of Dreams, they seem a bit shocking.
But Director Song just couldn't take this step.
Because he doesn't dare to gamble with the future of Donghai. Once the other party's true intentions are too big, and he agrees to long-term cooperation and opens the door to convenience, he will be a sinner through the ages.
He is sorry for the masses, sorry for his superiors, sorry for his subordinates, and even more sorry for himself.
You can't do this yourself.
"I won't give up with you." His faint voice sounded.
"oh?"
Descartes was very interested.
This is not the "transaction language" used in the conversation that day. So, is he really unwilling to cooperate?
It was exactly as Mr. Gao expected.
"But it doesn't matter."
Descartes stopped and repeated Gao Yi's words in a voice that only he could hear: "The facts are irrefutable."
"If the impression of luck is left in his mind, he will still subconsciously paralyze himself before we reveal our so-called ambition."
"We just need to keep doing what we are doing now. We will never jump back and he can stay in this fantasy forever and continue to give us official conveniences half-heartedly."
"Gao Yi's card, the invisible has long been better than the tangible~"
Did it turn out that Mr. Gao had already guessed the result?
Descartes suddenly smiled: "Director."
"What?"
Director Song's palms were filled with sweat.
Do you want to threaten yourself with whistleblower Gao Yi? In this public channel...
If the person behind the situation knew about it, neither the high school student nor himself would be able to escape the fate of accidental death.
"Have a good rest."
As if resigned to his fate, Director Song slumped down on the hospital bed.
But suddenly, his eyes widened again and he jumped up from the bed.
Descartes, he, he, he, what did he say?!
"I know you are under a lot of pressure. You can neither sit nor stand."
After Descartes said something profound, he laughed loudly: "So please have a good rest. When I come to cause damage in the spring next year, I don't want you, my lifelong enemy, to be absent."
"I won't give up."
Director Song relaxed for some reason and solemnly announced again.
"okay."
Descartes' figure disappeared into the darkness, ending the communication.