A few minutes later, Zhang Cheng came out of the supermarket and held the self-heating fast food.

Although this car is old, it seems to have been renovated inside. There is a small dining table on the back of the front seat, which can be easily eaten in the car.

Neither Martin nor Conn noticed anything unusual. The car quickly rebooted and set off on the road.

About half an hour after the car drove away, a small convoy of several police cars came to the gas station. They did not pass by, but came purposefully. FBI agents found three bodies in the supermarket without any trouble. The relevant experts immediately began to conduct a detailed analysis of the situation on the scene, and no details were left out. The boss who led the team got the complete situation about the deceased in more than ten minutes.

"Jerry, male, 28 years old, local, unmarried, has been working in this supermarket for a year." He read softly. "The cause of death was that someone cut his neck with a saber. The cause of death was very clear, and the weapon was found on the spot. Analyzing the corpse is a professional-level method. If it causes fatal damage, it can prevent the deceased from struggling violently. No elements related to supernatural abilities can be found."

"Anfil, male, 35 years old, Maple Leaf Chinese, unmarried, former Maple Tree Army soldier, and now a security staff member of Bernard Pharmaceutical Company. The cause of death was that his neck was crushed, his entire neck was kneaded, and his respiratory tract, digestive tract, and cervical spine were all mixed into a ball, and his appearance was completely deformed."

"Kant, a New Mexico native, 29 years old, unmarried, former chief of the United States Army, now a security officer at Bernard Pharmaceuticals, Anfir's colleague. The cause of death was the same as the latter. His neck was crushed by the same method."

The fbi official frowned. When he thought of the dead, he felt a sense of awkwardness—either disgust or fear, or an unusual awkwardness. It was like you saw something that shouldn't have been in this world. "Can you tell what their death was caused?" he asked his subordinates around him.

"They said that this is not difficult to deal with, provided that the robot is a robot or an exoskeleton armor. If neither is it, it is either a special tool, such as a large pliers that can crush the neck, or it is..."

"Supernatural ability?" FBI officials completed the sentence for their subordinates.

"Yes, sir. But there is another possibility." The speaker replied. "That's a gorilla," he added to show his sense of humor. "Or a human-shaped tiger."

"What is the reason why these two pharmaceutical companies' security personnel are here?"

"The technology team has interpreted the various communication tools they carry with them. They should be here to regain a very critical data. It should be drug trial data."

Even if modern medicine is ignorant, people know that the current drug invention is simply a terrible gambling. Those who win the bet will win jealous benefits, while those who fail will lose countless money in countless money-burning experiments. A famous example is the blue pill. The invention of that thing is completely accidental. It is discovered unexpectedly in completely irrelevant experiments, and the company will earn profits that can make anyone jealous. This means that if you can obtain the experimental data of other companies, even the data of the experiment failed, you can lose hundreds of millions of billions of dollars in research and development expenses.

When something involves the interests of hundreds of millions of knives, it seems so natural whether it is killing people for this or setting fire for this.

"Retake it?" the commander frowned again.

"Martin Claude, they think he is a business spy," the subordinate reported. "He used a handsome trick or something to get a piece of experimental data from a supervisor in the company."

"Beautiful man trick? It's so interesting." The chief murmured. "What about the others? If they really want to do something, at least they won't give up in such a failure, right? Find a way to tell the company about our Martin Cloud flying from Houston to Seattle. Of course, the details must be hidden..." He glanced at Jerry's body who was carried out. This poor guy was affected. By the way, the company is also cruel. It's called the security officer, but it's actually a cold-blooded mercenary.

"I understand!" the subordinate replied.

Just let this obviously useless company to try a few more times, and they can take a good look at how many skills Mr. Martin Claude has.

...

In the speeding car, Zhang Cheng finished his breakfast and then listened to the so-called jazz that was completely dissatisfied with the taste. There was no way, the driver seemed to like this. However, he noticed that his companion next to him had pulled out a stack of cards from his pocket.

Zhang Cheng subconsciously shuddered, and then immediately realized that he was thinking too much. What the other party took out was just ordinary playing cards. In fact, it was better to say that Martin was just an instinctive activity than to say that he was doing it intentionally.

Martin's hand skillfully swiped over the cards, like those professional gamblers in movies or professional dealers in casinos, smoothly shuffling and playing cards. Martin soon noticed that Zhang Cheng was staring at his hand.

He smiled and showed off his face, washed the poker in his hand into a stack, and then signaled to pick it up.

Zhang Cheng drew one, which was a very ordinary card. Then Martin opened the top card, but it was a spade 6. Then he turned the stack of cards in reverse, and the bottom card was actually a plum blossom 6. Then, he drew one casually, which was actually a square 6.

"What is this?" Zhang Cheng had to admit that this guy is quite powerful.

"Mind reading skills." Martin laughed. He instantly washed the cards again and put them in his hand. His hands made various exquisite and wonderful gestures, attracting Zhang Cheng's gaze. When Zhang Cheng came to his senses, he found that the whole stack of cards in his hand had disappeared at some point.

"This..." Zhang Cheng didn't know where the other party had hidden the stack of cards. "What are you doing?"

"I'm a professional magician." Martin laughed. Several gestures changed in his hand, and then the stack of cards appeared on his palm without realizing it.

Zhang Cheng had to admit that he had to have some skills when he was a soft-hearted person. For example, Mr. Martin was not enough to be handsome, but he also had some strange ways to deceive girls into being.

"A professional magician..." Zhang Cheng asked back. "Then why are you still forced to escape?"

"Uh, this..." Martin replied without blushing. "I wandered around the world and learned all kinds of magic. My life ideal is to become the strongest magician in the world."

Of course, Zhang Cheng didn't believe the other party's words, but there was no need to expose them.

"Do you want to learn what I just made?" Martin suddenly became interested. "I can teach you. But you have to call me a teacher."

"I won't learn, so will." Zhang Cheng took the stack of playing cards from Martin. It was indeed just a very ordinary playing card, and then covered it with his own hands. By the time his hand was released, the playing cards were gone.

"What's going on?" Martin stared at Zhang Cheng's hand. He was a magician, but he couldn't tell at all what method Zhang Cheng used to destroy this stack of cards.

The key to all such tricks of "turning small things away" is to divert the audience's attention. The problem is that Zhang Cheng's hand just now did nothing. Moreover, it is difficult to hide a stack of cards, such as sleeves, because it is easy to slide out.

"Everyone can change his tricks, but they are clever and different." Zhang Cheng said. While speaking, he reached into his arms openly, and then took out the stack of cards just now from his pocket - at least it looked like that.

"Interesting." Martin took the card back from Zhang Cheng's hand. After a little identification, he was convinced that this was his playing card. "How did it do it?"

"Not to be out of the way." Zhang Cheng coughed and replied.

"Do you want to give it a try?" Martin asked with interest.

"How do you compare this?" Zhang Cheng asked. To be honest, the driving distance of a few hours was really boring, so it would be nice to have some fun.

"I'll let it go," Martin said. "And you find it out. And try again."

Simply put, it means seeing through the other party's techniques and then not being able to see through the other party's techniques. It can also be regarded as a contest between magicians.

"Okay." Zhang Cheng actually really wanted to know how the other party did it.

"The so-called human beings have natural instincts." Martin began to shuffle the cards, spread them evenly, close them, cut them, change them, etc., and made a series of smooth and gorgeous performances. "These instincts exist all the time, like knee reflexes, blink reflexes, etc., everyone has them, without exception. They are not even able to compete with human willpower. Therefore, a truly wise magician must make full use of these natural weaknesses of human beings." While speaking, his movements gradually accelerated, and he performed a wonderful change with a deck of playing cards. Zhang Cheng's eyes stared at the cards in the other party's hand, but he was unknowingly led by the other party. By the time he came to his senses, the cards in the Martin's hand had long disappeared.

"Come on, guess where it is?" Martin said proudly. The other party's reaction was no different from that of an ordinary person, and he obviously did not see through his tricks.

This seems very simple, but in fact it is his trick. Most magic requires specific props, and the audience must be at a specific angle, but this magic is not. This is not an ordinary skill, but a gesture and movement force paralyzing the audience's attention and ultimately achieving the magic effect. It seems simple, and it involves profound principles and makes full use of human instinctive reactions. Not to mention ordinary people, even experts, will be forcibly distracted by this set of actions, which is not a small matter.

Zhang Cheng looked around, then slowly reached into his arms, and took out the playing cards from his pocket.

Martin was startled and reached out to touch the hat he placed aside. At the last moment, he threw the playing cards into his hat with a small and fast movement, and in the process he used his arms to cover the other person's vision.

"How is that possible?!" The magician found that his hat was indeed empty. The stack of playing cards had already reached Zhang Cheng's hands at some point.

He took over the playing cards and was sure it was his own. At this moment, his face was as wonderful as a kaleidoscope.

"Awesome! Awesome!" Martin is not the one who cannot afford to lose. At this point, if he doesn't admit defeat, he will be a stubborn duck. The other party not only saw through his magic, but also did some tricks in advance, so as to intercept the playing cards in the middle. He initially guessed that Zhang Cheng used his feet and blocked the hat in front of the last moment with his shoes. Then, while Martin was still performing gestures, he secretly put away the playing cards. "I actually saw through..."

"Attention!" Mr. Kang En, who had been driving, suddenly shouted loudly. Then, Zhang Cheng heard a cracking sound of metal or plastic. When he came to his senses, he heard the continuous gunfire outside the car.

A convertible jeep chased after him, and there were three people in the car. Those people were shooting at this side continuously.

Although I have long known in the news (and in actual experience) that various violent crimes in this country are emerging one after another, it is too exaggerated to shoot directly on the road.

"What is this for?"

"Be careful, they are attacking our tires!" Martin poked his head slightly and looked at the enemy behind him with the help of the car window. He knew this trick. "Then force us with the performance of the vehicle."

"Are robbers so aggressive in blocking the road these days?" Zhang Cheng asked casually. When he spoke, he had already reached out and took out his card from it. Since he encountered a robber who killed people without saying a word in the supermarket, he felt that it would be better for him to be prepared in this country to face various unexpected accidents.

"Precaution shooting tires." In the convertible, the person in the passenger seat was talking to his companion behind him. "Try not to kill the person." Although they could almost certain that the data must be carried by Martin, after all, there is something to do.

"Damn, their drivers have good driving skills. Dodge." The gunman took back the gun and started changing magazines.

"Don't worry, no matter what the situation is, I will not lose. I am a professional." The driver said confidently. "Even if there is a wall ahead, it can't stop me."

He maintained the speed and distance of the vehicle steadily, biting his hands tightly, creating a good shooting opportunity for his companions. However, no one noticed that a card was thrown on the target car.

A transparent wall formed by flowing water suddenly appeared on the road ahead. The jeep hit the head, and the huge impact force shocked the entire car. Not to mention changing the magazine in the back seat, even the gun in his hand was lost. Fortunately, it was thrown in the car.
Chapter completed!