Manual of Space-Time Interference

The tide ebbs and flows, the beginning of the day comes out...

A majestic torrential rain extinguished the fire outside, and also brought a haze to the Phaeton on the first day. The lights inside the tent were still shining, and in this vast rain curtain, it added a bit of tranquility and comfort.

"Little boy, turn off the energy and open the storage hatch!"

Dialect said, put on a jade Buddha necklace, then picked up the human skin mask beside him, looked at the mirror, and slowly covered his face.

The singing disappeared in an instant, and it seemed a bit abrupt. Dialect touched the uneven place and looked at the brand new self in the mirror. Only then did he lift his footsteps and took off the storage disk from the back of the power armor.

The numbers on the electronic watch are still slowly jumping, from 58 to 59, and then from 59 to 0...

Looking around, he picked up the pistol on the table, pinned it on his waist, and slowly put his wallet and other related things into his pocket.

After putting on his shoes and looking at the list, he made sure that there were no omissions, and then the dialect sat down and opened a small game on his mobile phone——Destroy the Stars...

She was in a trance for a while, and then she returned to reality.

The wet and salty sea breeze was still there, but the sound of the majestic and heavy rain was missing. The searchlights in the distance illuminated the world pale. Dialect put down his mobile phone and stood up.

The modern here is a cargo port in San Jose, and due to the time difference, it is one o'clock in the morning and the sky is still dark.

"Navigation..."

Dialect muttered, turned the brightness of the phone to the lowest level, searched for the map above, walked to the container lightly, exposed his head, and quietly surveyed the road outside.

"Buzz! Buzz!"

The phone vibrated, and Dialect hung up the call from Yan Hongchang, and quietly walked towards the safe house—a container in the corner.

Facing the navigation prompt, he found the position of the password lock on one side, and then pressed the complex password on it, and he entered it one by one.

"449756VX..."

"Crack!"

A slight noise came, and a small gap opened in the door in front of him. Dialect pushed and put down the cover that covered the combination lock next to him, and then walked in.

"Hey!"

"Dialect, what's the matter?"

The anxious voice came, and the dialect smiled embarrassedly, and said while turning on the light, "No, didn't I want to hide myself well, so I didn't answer the phone before arriving at the safe house!"

"Um!"

Yan Hongchang replied, paused, and then continued, "What help do you need now? I saw your location information, San Jose, Mexico!"

"Yes, I don't need help at the moment. I still have some food and drinks, but I just don't know how to get back!" Dialect said, looking at the contents of the safe house.

"We already have a way to come back. We have a domestic freighter docking at the port of San Jose. Just sit in the container tomorrow!" Yan Hongchang said with a smile, "Then you will take a special plane back from Peru, and we will arrange everything!"

"Row!"

Dialect replied that he probably knew his own route.

"Old rules, don't do anything, don't leave this safe house without informing you!"

"no problem!"

Dialect smiled inexplicably, and gently pulled off the human skin mask on his face. Only then did he feel refreshed.

……

The next day, Dialect was awakened by a slight shaking. After the shaking was over, the container he was in moved slowly again.

The drowsiness disappeared in an instant, and the dialect jumped up immediately, called up the external micro-camera to monitor, looked at the forklift that was carrying its own moving outside, and instantly took out the gun in the password box.

"Buzz! Buzz!"

The phone vibrated, and Dialect was taken aback for a while.

"Are you awake?"

A hearty laughter came from the opposite side. Dialect wiped off the sweat that was oozing from his forehead, and replied, "Wake up, I was scared to wake up!"

Glancing at the monitoring screen again, the Chinese driver above also showed a smile at the right time.

"Well, someone will come to pick you up after you board the Huaxia freighter, remember to bring your mask!" Yan Hongchang said, at the same time, a feeling of floating came, and Dialect looked at the hanging man on the monitoring screen. Container, sighed.

"Old Yan, next time tell me about this kind of thing first, it's a bit square!" Fang Yan said faintly, and sat down on the chair again. After the sound, it slowly stopped.

"Yeah!" Yan Hongchang replied, and then continued, "Wait for a few hours. After the freighter leaves the port, someone will come to pick you up, don't worry, get ready!"

"OK! I'll hang up if it's nothing." Dialect said, and heard a busy tone from the opposite side~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Helplessly put the phone on the table...

……

The freighter sailed at sea for two days, and tossed around in Peru for a while. It was not until the special plane took off at the international airport that the dialect finally let go.

Rolling up his sleeves, looking at the faintly flushed clouds outside the window, Dialect took out a notebook from his backpack, held a pen, and slowly recorded the things he should pay attention to and the places he missed this time.

"There are still 17 hours. You can sleep later. There is a bar there. If you need anything or want to eat, just call us!" The voice sounded from the side, and the dialect turned to look around. Come and accompany your intelligence officers.

"I don't need anything." Dialect said, paused, looked at the intelligence officer who was about to leave, and said, "Can you give me a bottle of beer? No, let's have two!"

The one finger that was compared quickly turned into two. Looking at the half-smiling expression on the face of the intelligence officer, the dialect asked tentatively, "Do you want some?"

"No!" The intelligence officer replied, took two bottles of beer from the freezer at the bar, chose some snacks, opened them, and placed them on the table in front of Dialect.

He tentatively took a bottle of beer and took a sip. A cool feeling spread down his throat and spread to his whole body. Dialect's eyes lit up, and he drank it with snacks.

Alcohol slowly numbs the nerves of the dialect, and drunkenness also begins to flood into my heart.

Looking at an empty wine bottle in front of him and a full bottle of beer beside him, Dialect smiled and closed his eyes comfortably with the feeling of wine.

In the past, I was able to drink one cup, and later I was able to drink two cups. Now I can drink one bottle. One bottle is equal to four cups. It seems that I am four times stronger than before...