...

The prisoner flew into his wings. Two hours later, a hoarse and crazy voice sounded at the 5th District Experimental Center in the extremely tense atmosphere.

"Damn it, bastard--!

Sound the alarm, you bunch of trash, now! - What, no one was found, are you looking for breathing? You, and your idiot subordinates, call out all the surveillance videos! Immediately interrogate everyone, no, pick me up the National Guard, here I need a regiment of infantry, and Cia, where are those buckets?

Order, this is an order! Any disobedient person will be shot on the spot and shot!

I dare to let that guy go, I promise that each of you will die very hard, look!"

I don’t know how long it took, deep in the base, I regained consciousness from a large fog in the daze. The man who was lying on the concrete floor gradually woke up. He was about to struggle to get up when he was completely knocked down by a strange headache. His shoulder hit the ground, and he gritted his teeth and took a few breaths. The cold and cold air stimulated his nerves. In an instant, he recalled everything he had experienced before his coma like a movie.

Losing patience to interrogate, superpower, stumbles on the deepest part of the prisoner's consciousness little by little, and then...

Damn it, then, Victor Rezenov, who is that guy? His superpowers - no, this is impossible, how can a person have two groups of consciousness at the same time? Is it schizophrenia?

But no matter what, I still failed shamefully, and next...

The memory gradually blurred, and finally returned to nothingness. Fleming could hardly remember anything about what happened at the last moment before fainting. He staggered up, left the messy place of detention, summoned the elevator with his trembling fingers. When he passed through the corridor, he saw several so-called subordinates in front of him who looked confused and at a loss, he temporarily abandoned all confusion and replaced him with a cruel and angry look.

Once he leaves the scene of the confrontation and goes crazy in front of the sluggish mortal, Ian Fleming is indeed unstoppable.

Just a few hours ago, yes, look at the table, four hours ago. He, the dictator who controls the entire United States, thought he would hold the confused Russian prisoner in his palm, and could obtain information at any time through dangerous forced infiltration as long as he wanted. However, Victor Rezenov, this guy, did not know what magic he used, but he suddenly attacked in the competition of consciousness. Not only did he escape the cage, but he also suffered a severe injury from the spiritual level.

Ah, it’s not just the mental level, the feeling of splitting headache is simply terrible!

Mixed with anger and fear, crazy yelling all the way in the base. Ian Fleming beat his subordinates in a mess with words, and asked the huge and bloated powerful organization to act quickly to capture the damn Kazakh barbarian. He vented until he was a little dizzy and his hands trembled, and then he returned to the office and collapsed on the chair. He threw the words "Put down, get out quickly" at the female secretary who was trembling with the meal plate. Then he opened the drawer and fumbled through the cigarette box with his trembling hands.

Yes, it is not the first time he has experienced this headache. You must not drink alcohol at this time, otherwise...

A superpower confrontation I just experienced was like a lead, which led to more dark and vague memories, reminding Ian Fleming that just a year ago, no, more than a year ago, he had also experienced this severe pain that seemed to be shattering his brain, just after encountering the damn Russian.

In the last showdown, he thought he had not lost, and he also inferred that the Russians were even more injured due to the subsequent crash. But what happened to that guy just now?

With superpowers, but no substantial understanding of it, Ian Fleming, who was irritated, decided to give up after a moment. He felt that the most important thing at the moment was not to worry about these dispensable issues, but to catch Rezenov as soon as possible. Although it was reported that after the guy got out of the cage, he had to figure out the situation around the base and sabotaged him, and then left with great swagger. He had to figure out where the guy had now gone.

As for how to arrest a guy with superpowers and strength that seems to be above him?

He shook his head in disgust. The conspirator lay on his back on his chair and lit a cigar. He thought with a gloomy face for a moment, then rang the electric bell and called the person in charge.

"One soldier disappeared and another employee was missing, right?"

"Uh... In addition, several people were injured, three of whom were still in a coma; interrogation of everyone was still ongoing, and more than twenty witnesses were witnesses, of which-"

“——Don’t talk useless nonsense.

I asked, are the state police, National Guard, and peripheral checkpoints in place? - Very good. ‘Pretended to be a soldier and hijacked the staff to escape’, right? But this is just a kind of imagination of yours, idiotic imagination! He wouldn’t do it so simply, and he wouldn’t be able to have a gun. He would be caught by groups of soldiers within ten miles. The Russians are not stupid, do you understand?

This Siberian generation, he also set up a suspicion array, hum——”

While speaking coldly, he endured the headache and turned his eyes. Compared with the at a loss in front of him, the captain of the base, Fleming believed in his judgment more. He quickly sorted out his ideas and tried to use the opponent's thinking to consider the whole thing, and suddenly grasped the key, "Your people have revealed the location of the nearby base, the air force base, right?"

“Yes, yes!”

"Well, that's right.

Kilbert, you, contact the airport immediately and ask the idiots to be alert, and then--no, call the Pentagon now and find Tang Wens to obey the orders. At least half an hour later, at least one squadron of fighters will patrol the Tennessee airspace. When encountering any suspicious target, you will immediately open fire. Do you understand?

Aviation control…?

Nonsense, you should do this the first time! Now, do it immediately!"

After a few words, I was sure of a series of arrangements, and waved my hands to knock the worms away. Ian Fleming suddenly felt very tired and the headache still felt.

A superpower, a drop of water that falls into the vast ocean, can even catch him back if he does this?

I don't know, I was completely unsure, but other measures seemed to be of no help. I stared at the computer screen in front of me, and finally couldn't resist the sleepiness and lay on the table. Ian Fleming hesitated for a while and decided to launch an unprecedented national search. He knew very well that a superpower, just a superpower, would have such a terrifying and unpredictable destructive power. Although he had no good impression of USA, now, to achieve his ultimate goal, he must rely on the full military power of this huge country.

Thinking of this, he barely opened his eyes to maintain his sanity, and the conspirator picked up a telephone receiver in his hand.

"Yes, get the CIA."
Chapter completed!