Chapter 146:

Cao Huan and other guards have different temperament. Looking at the lazy, Ye Wenxuan did not dare to take it lightly. When he greeted him, he stopped talking to him. Instead, he turned around and talked with Ding Nian.
The main reason is that Ding Nian is talking to him. He seems to want to correct his current work attitude. He said that he began to worry about the emotional life of young people for a while. He said that if Ye Wenxuan had not found an object, she could help me to see each other.
Ye Wenxuan: "..."
"No, Ding Jie, you are still single now, how can you not get on my head?" He smiled and waved his hand: "I am still small, this is really urgent..."
Ding Nian thoughtfully: "Oh, too. Men are more attractive after 30, and Xiaoye can fight for a few more years, and it is good to precipitate himself."
At this time, the hotel had a guard who took the hotel receptionist into the Chinese restaurant. The receptionists pushed the dining car and placed a beautiful meal on the table.
In fact, there are also plane meals on the plane, but Shi Wenxuan and Xing Yuan spent hours in the house, which is also hungry. When Ye Wenxuan just picked up the chopsticks, he saw the man next to the receptionist, and took a pot of rice from the top of the dining car and placed it in front of him.
Ye Wenxuan: "???"
Ding Nian: "Cao Ge, a basin is not enough, I let the waiter take two more basins?"
Cao Huan turned up the rice bowl and seemed to be weighing the weight. Then he nodded: "Two more pots."
Ding Nian: "I just looked at the menu. They also have Yangchun noodles. Don't always eat rice, and change to eat some noodles."
Cao Huan said: "Then there is a basin of rice, a pot of noodles."
Ding Nian really waved, and told the waiter.
Waiter: "..."
Ye Wenxuan: "..."
He asked hard: "Cao... Cao brother eats so much, don't panic?"
Ding Nian seems to be used to it, covering his mouth and laughing: "Cao Ge is a good appetite."
Ye Wenxuan said that this is more than an appetite. This is a special meal! The literal meaning!
After the rice was served, Cao Huan’s attention was all on the matter of eating. Let Ye Wenxuan and Ding Nian discuss it next to each other. People are not moved at all. In less than five minutes, a bowl of rice is used. All went into the stomach.
And it is pure rice, he is not worth a few mouthfuls.
Ye Wenxuan: "..."
Is this really a soldier in the northern theater? Is there such a shortage of food in the northern theater?
Ye Wenxuan simply did not want to admit that he had previously regarded Cao Huan as a key target, for fear that the other party would show his eyes and find himself a lurking card.
Now……
He looked at the soldier who had put his head in the rice bowl and silently twisted his eyes back.
I always feel that I will watch it again and the world view will have to be refreshed again.
But even if the soldier looks really unexpected, his strength is still terrible, or be careful.
A dinner ended in such a calm and friendly atmosphere.
Because of the economic and trade talks the next day, no one was drinking at the dinner table. After dinner, a group of diplomats and assistants from four entrepreneurs left, and the waiters took everyone to the hotel conference hall.
These people have to take the night time and then make the final round of communication.
Ye Wenxuan looked at Cao Huan, who was still suffering from bitterness, and then looked at several of the main tables that were still very happy. I felt that I was waiting for it. I simply put down the tableware and said with Ding Nian, I got up. restaurant.
Here is the second floor of the hotel. Ye Wenxuan came out and saw a few uniformed American soldiers. These people were eating at a western restaurant not far away. When someone saw it, the soldiers were quite friendly and waved their hands. Country, Kung Fu, first class!"
Ye Wenxuan’s mouth was pumping, and they waved their hands:
United States, Iron Man, what?

Several soldiers suddenly laughed and looked at him with a thumb and took the gun away.
Ye Wenxuan watched them turn into another corridor, thought about it, and still took the elevator back to his room.
Hanging the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the handle, Ye Wenxuan entered the house to lock the door, and then gently snapped a finger, and the person disappeared into the room of the Yuhua Hotel.
A few seconds later, he appeared in a heavily guarded building.
This is the US branch of the Anti-Terrorism Alliance. Ye Wenxuan has lived here for a few months, so he is quite familiar with the structural position of the building.
At this time he was in a no-man's bathroom, sitting on the toilet seat in the innermost compartment, and plugging the latches at hand.
At the moment of his arrival, the lighting in the building was inexplicably flashed. Many people noticed that the lights on their heads were extinguished, but they did not care and continued their affairs.
Ye Wenxuan took advantage of this gap and quietly expanded his power grid.
The electric field is generated.
The magnetic field is spread out.
His "eyes" are almost everywhere.
Ye Wenxuan sat cross-legged, one finger gently tapping on the knee, his eyes slowly smashed.
Soon, he found the goal of this trip.
The five floors of the anti-terrorist coalition building are in a heavily guarded confinement room.
Victor Hayman closed his eyes and lay in the middle of the house.
He had a strange helmet on his head, and his hands and feet were fixed on a metal bed board. The helmet was connected with a large pile of red, green and green wires, and the other end was connected with more than a dozen units standing around the room. instrument.
Some of these instruments are recording his body values, some monitoring his mental state, and others are suppressing his active cranial nerves, preventing Victor from transmitting information to the outside through the soul.
When Ye Wenxuan's magnetic field was put in, all the instruments' dials showed a nanosecond chaos.
The mistake was too small to supervise Victor's staff, and no one found the problem.
Ye Wenxuan observed the situation in the confinement room. After a while, a small amount of current climbed into the helmet along the wire and smashed on Victor's cerebral cortex.
The man’s fingers trembled a little and seemed to feel.
The monitoring device received his change, the dial jumped, but was tampering with the data from the external electronics when it was sent to the monitoring personnel. The monitor finally saw a series of forged detection records and naturally entered them into the form.
"Is there a leader at night to see this guy?"
"I have just arrived in the afternoon and will not come by convention."
"That's good. Speaking of it, Martin went to the restaurant to eat a meal, how long it didn't come back, it was really starving me."
"It is a mistake to expect him to come back for dinner. Hey guys, give me a can of coffee, thank you, I think I need this very much..."
While the recorder handed the canned coffee over, he took a quick look at the computer and muttered in his mouth: "Oh, I really don't want to sit here silly to a man, watching him sleep all day long, feeling like he is going to change. Into a metamorphosis."
Another sneer: "There should be some wonderful things. For example, the abilities of the abilities suddenly broke in to save the companions. You and I fought with him, and killed the murderers. Finally, all the abilities were captured and smashed. A big conspiracy to subvert the world."
The recorder laughed: "That would be too exciting!"
Ye Wenxuan: "..."
Very good, the guy is very thoughtful, and I will help you realize the first half of your wishes later.
He no longer cares about the two monitors in the next-door monitoring room, but focuses on Victor Heymann, who is still in the confinement room and still closes his eyes.
Because of the stimulation of the current, Victor's cranial nerves began to become active, the instrument could not feedback and promptly prevented him from awakening. Ye Wenxuan waited for a while and gradually felt that there was more than one person in the room.
It is Victor's third consciousness.
The man is still a bit stunned. Ye Wenxuan manipulates the magnetic field. The third consciousness is very sensitive to the magnetic field. Victor first felt the change in the room.
His conscious body gradually became awake, and he was found to have a sense of ecstasy on the man's face during his supervision.
Ye Wenxuan's magnetic field wraps him for a moment, and Victor's mouth has not yet been evoked, and he notices that his body has been stunned by the sudden current.
Victor: "???"
After being charged five or six times, Victor finally couldn't help it. His consciousness circled around his body and opened his mouth and shouted: "What is going on, who is making a fool!"
Because it is an ideology, there is no such thing as normal human beings.
Ye Wenxuan could not hear.
He just avoided the scope of the monitoring probe, and once again "sneaked" a piece of paper and a ballpoint pen, and placed these things in front of Victor's consciousness.
Victor: "..." Wait, this scene seems familiar? ? ?
Seeing that the pen moved by himself, Victor stepped back two steps, remembering the fear that had been dominated by him.
Victor: "No... No, I must still be dreaming... Yes, it must be that the guys are deeply hypnotizing me... these are fake, all fake..."
His first reaction was to look up at several monitoring probes on the wall, but even the location where the paper appeared was very clever, a dead angle taken by several monitors.
The maliciousness between the words came over, and Victor made a nap.
He hesitated for a few seconds, still holding the pen that was suspended.
Victor:
Ye Wenxuan:
Victor: "..."
He hardly realized that behind this seemingly sloppy words, he must express the meaning of "I want to hit you, so come in and see you."
Victor:
Ye Wenxuan no longer plays with him, and the pen is still in the hands of Victor's soul, but he is not controlled by him.
Victor: "...what?"
Ye Wenxuan certainly can't hear what he is saying, just continue to write:
Victor was anxiously biting his thumb, but because he is now just an ideology, he can't really bite anything.
Being able to pick up a ballpoint pen has already consumed most of his power.
"I don't want to be like this." He thought: "Although I am a jerk, I really don't want to."
Victor lowered his head and saw the pen move again.
Victor watched the placard with vigilance, and after a while, he wrote:
Ye Wenxuan: