The drum washing machine has sixty revolutions per minute.

When the militants kicked open the wardrobe door, Rania had already swung several times like a gyro, and just turned to the front, and met several people in sight.

“…”

In the small wardrobe, the girl in a torn nightgown with her beautiful green eyes, spinning in the sound effects of the washing machine, bullets flew around her, like a group of stunning birds... Outside the wardrobe was surrounded by a group of fierce and powerful men, all of whom were covered in dull faces.

The scene is similar to the xx that will be coded in the next second.

“…”

In the midst of lightning, Rania suddenly reacted.

Without waiting for the other party to come back to his senses from the strange phenomenon in front of her, she made a quick decision and pushed it out at the chest of the man who was closest.

——What happens if a black bear slapped in the chest?

Accompanied by the heavy slap, the man was suddenly knocked out, and hit the wall with a "bang", his body twisted strangely, and then slowly slid down the wall and fell softly to the ground.

A bright red ray overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Bang bang bang!"

The gunshots rang again, and then turned into bullets flying around Lania.

When they found that the shooting was useless, the expressions on the faces of several people finally changed. They retreated to the door while shooting, intending to retreat first, and did not look at the fallen companions throughout the whole process.

At this moment, about the end of the laundry process, Lania made two "drips" sounds, followed by an electronic female voice: "The washing has been completed, and it is started to be thrown dry."

Rania: "…"

Killer: “………………”

No, no, wait, she doesn't want to throw it away.

It seemed that her blood and tears were crying, and the rotation gradually stopped. Lania staggered a step under the action of inertia, shook dizzy, and almost fell. The bullets suspended in the air turned a few times and fell one after another. The shells slammed on the floor with a crisp sound, as if it was a rainstorm.

...We can't let them leave.

Seeing that a few people were about to escape from the bedroom, Rania had only this idea left.

——A few minutes later, there were a few men who were unaware of life and death under the windowsill.

Rania sat on the concrete, holding her cheeks with her hands, staring blankly at them.

She looked at it for a while, reached out and looked down at her palm.

The fingers are fair and white, and the palm lines are slender. It is impossible to tell that these hands actually have super powers that can make them disappear if they touch.

Correction, not everything will disappear. Just like just now, she did knock these people out one by one, but no one disappeared, and several people were fine...

Except for clothes.

After finding out that there would be no problem with touching people, Rania had tried to be careful, but she couldn't hold it with one hand, so she naturally couldn't help but touch clothes and pants, and then...ah.

...The only comforting thing is that at least they all still have underwear.

There was not much time for Rania to adapt to the magical reality at the moment - there were still a few killers lying in front of her, and she still didn't know what was going on with her, and she knew nothing about what to do in the future.

But someone must know more than her.

Rania thought, and turned her eyes to the killers lying on the corpse.

She hadn't figured out how to deal with them yet - in her situation, it was obvious that it was impossible to call the police and send these people to prison. It was impossible to explain why she was still alive.

She got up from the ground and unexpectedly thought of the cell phone that had disappeared before, or was integrated with her.

If I hadn't had fast hands at the time, I might be able to find some information about myself from my phone now?

As if she was following her thoughts, suddenly, the scene in Rania's eyes changed.

With the rapid indentation effect, small square icons with rounded corners retreat from the field of view to the center, and are neatly arranged in several rows from top to bottom. At the top of the field of view, the center shows the current time, the leftmost point says "No service" and the rightmost point is a small white battery power, and the 81% number indicates that the battery is still sufficient.

“…”

The cold wind and sunlight outside the window poured in, lifting up a few strands of soft curly black hair. The small icon in the sight was not affected at all, and it was still suspended in front of Lania, like a holographic projection centered on her. As she rotated her body, it moved around her like a planet, looking very dark.

...So, she was indeed combined with her mobile phone.

Rania stared at the scene in front of her, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.

Calm. Calm.

After taking a deep breath and calmed down, her gaze involuntarily turned to those rows of icons that looked very much like app applications. As long as she looked, the app would quickly open in front of her eyes. Rania tried it and found that there was no difference between these apps and memory, and there was no personal information that should exist, which seemed to have been restored to the factory settings.

Then what's the use of her fusion of mobile phones?

While thinking, Rania felt that the application arrangement order was not pleasant to see.

...It's too untidy. She thought.

She struggled for a while, but in the end she was defeated by her impulse. She acted quickly and reclassified the app into folders-

After sorting according to the color, Rania finally felt refreshed.

She opened the small white bird icon on the blue background with twitter with a refreshing look, and the translucent interface instantly appeared in front of her.

Because there is no internet connection, the Twitter homepage is blank, with only the rotating buffer pattern...

etc.

The little red dot on the edge of her vision attracted her attention, and Rania stared at "nearby" and blinked and opened.

Several avatars popped up around her location on the map, which looked very familiar.

——The owner of the avatar is lying under the windowsill.

...

Oh, yeah.

With a little uncertainty, Rania quickly clicked on the personal homepage of her avatar. It was obvious that she could not make any information without internet connection, but...

After refreshing for a few seconds, a long list of tweets were refreshed in front of me, and the top one was:

"The employer didn't say that the target was not an ordinary person!!!f*********k!!!"

Oh, she didn't know until they shot.

It seems that every tweet is the voice of the user. It is so difficult to find what you want in the vast sea of ​​information. Rania passed by various f                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             

This group of killers seems to be affiliated with an underground organization specializing in handling black life. The business scope includes information transactions, express delivery, bodyguards, assassination, drug trafficking... In short, you dare to accept anything and do anything. You have a good reputation in the industry. Therefore, you often take on some jobs to deal with affairs for those who are in high positions and inconvenient to do things. She is the goal of a certain job - someone pays a high price to buy her brain.

brain……

...

...

...

Speaking of which, why did they leave and then return so much?

Is it because I have to rush to deliver the freshly baked goods?

“…………………………………………”

Oh, the beam is getting bigger.

In this kind of industry that forms an industrial chain, it is impossible for the executives at the end to know who the employer is. Rania also does not have much hope to find the organizational base directly from the tweets, let alone... She doesn't understand her current state yet, so she naturally won't come to her door and fall into the trap.

She flipped through thousands of tweets and found some interesting content with sharp eyes.

"It's so fucking hell. The above asked Rick and the others to go to Stark Building to collect news for the next big deal. We can only do the boring tasks that even this soft boy can complete."

It seems that while they are completing this "unrelenting" small task, there is also a team performing other tasks, located at Stark Building.

Although she didn't know where it was, Lania felt that she needed to check it out. Before she quit Twitter, she thought about it, clicked on the personal homepages of several killers, and pulled them into the blacklist one by one, giving her a little anger.

Just as she was about to quit Twitter, she suddenly noticed a feature.

...

After a moment.

New York Police Department.

It was rare that there were no vicious incidents today. The staff relaxed slightly, turned the chair from the table, and drank coffee and chatted with mugs. Although they were still vigilant under the slackness on the surface, the atmosphere was not as heavy as usual.

"Yes, it's the demonstration held in New Haven..."

Several programmers were chatting happily, and suddenly with a "ding dong", an email popped up on the computer screen behind them, which automatically opened without anyone operating, as if they were hacked.

"Damn!"

Soon someone discovered a strange thing. Not only their computers, but every computer in the office, whether standby or not, automatically switched to the desktop, and then the entire screen was occupied by a sudden email.

"This is..." The old policeman stared at the email on the screen and narrowed his eyes slightly.

x Academy.

The brown-haired man in the wheelchair bent his eyes slightly, looked at the young man who was anxiously rushing to him and pointed at the laptop and gestured, showing a slightly helpless smile, but glanced at the rushing email on the computer, and a trace of childlike curiosity flashed in his eyes.

Bat Cave.

The handsome black-haired man stopped wrapping a bandage around his waist and raised his head suddenly, with a cold expression, and his pupils reflected the emails that were jumping out of the screens in front of him.

As he moved, some blood slowly leaked out from under the bandage.

fbi, cia, Avengers Base... Any individual group and even institutions in the United States that exercise certain police obligations have received an email at this moment.

This is a very simple email, with the attachment of several men's personal information. A senior police officer immediately identified the figure of the severely convicted prisoner. The main text is an address in the Bronx area, and the subject is even simpler and easier to understand, with only one word.
Chapter completed!