[MTL-English] The National Men's Team Debuted!

Star-studded.

Eerie, strange and empty.

Zhuo Yang stuck to the wall, forced himself to stay awake, and moved forward in this maze-like underground fortress.

Alas, Xiaobai, you are so smart, why didn't you think of adding a positioning function to this communication device? Zhuo Yang thought with a wry smile.

Now, where can I find you?

After leaving that room, there was no more sound from the communicator, and it was obvious that the signal was not stable.

Zhuo Yang had no other choice but to search room by room while sticking close to the wall while observing the surrounding environment.

Although he managed to deal with several experimenters and security personnel quietly along the way, Zhuo Yang already felt that his strength was running out.

But there was still a lot of places he hadn't been to.

According to the principles of his original profession, he should have saved his life and run away at this time.

But he...was not willing to do that.

This was the only time he violated the original rules.

Maybe this is the last time...

suddenly.

He fixed his eyes on the ground.

A sequin fell from the rough bricks.

Then he looked forward, one sequin, two sequins...

Zhuo Yang suddenly understood why Qiao Huan insisted on wearing this kind of sequined outfit for this performance.

It turns out there is such a function!

At the end of the corridor.

Qiao Huan woke up from a sticky and long dream, covered in sweat.

He would have this dream every time when he started his undercover operation.

I dreamed that I was controlled by the villain and became a puppet after betrayal.

Only this time...it felt like the real thing.

The stimulation of the electric current was still continuing, so he shouldn't have woken up.

The monitor also clearly showed "Fusion success rate predicted 99%."

But he just happens to be that one percent possibility.

With each attempt by the program to take control of his nerves, Qiao Huan's brain seemed to become more awake, and he resisted with his subconscious.

No one can control Qiao Huan's brain.

The belief that he could never reconcile with criminals was engraved in his mind like a steel stamp of thought, protecting him in the end.

When did he start to have this idea?

Was it when you were ten years old and saw your father covered in blood for the first time but he smiled and told you that he wasn’t in pain?

Or was it when he was about to be killed during undercover training and was thinking of quitting, but the instructor flashed photos of his colleagues who had died before in front of his eyes one by one?

Before Qiao Huan had time to think clearly, there was a dull banging sound from the door.

There was no glass on the door to see what was happening outside, but Qiao Huan was still able to interpret the information from the frequency of the other party's impact.