The Spirit Mandalorians rushed into the kitchen again wearing a team of fully armed soldiers, but this time they were holding no longer anesthesia guns, but Yinliang's explosive guns, and the intent of murderousness was naked in the mouth of the gun, which made everyone in the kitchen creepy.

"Where is that dessert master?" The sound under the helmet was dull but powerful.

"He said he would go and ventilate, right there at the back door..." The waiter robot responded calmly than any organic living organism, so the manor's janitor left three soldiers with guns, and personally led the large army to catch the poisoned assassin.

The gatekeeper used heavy steps to cover up his panic. He worked in the manor for five years and never made any major omissions. If there are occasional flaws, he would be opened up because of his identity as a "Mandalorian" - after all, he is one of the strongest fighting nations in the Milky Way, and existence itself will make people feel at ease.

But now, just under the nose of the Mandalorian, President Jamie Blasson, as the employer, was poisoned! Although he did not die on the spot, the serious allergic reaction made him lose face in front of all the guests. Once he was held accountable later, the gatekeeper who personally put the murderer into the manor was to blame!

Not to mention the Mandalorian, even if he is a Jedi, he may not escape the president's anger.

So before the president wakes up, he must catch the young human.

——

However, all his actions had fallen into Sean's eyes.

Sean stood beside the garbage track in the kitchen, threw the wreckage of the camera he destroyed into the garbage track, and at the same time unfolded a small exquisite projection table in front of him. The picture in the kitchen was presented to Sean through the eyes of fx-6.

The chip I got from my master is so amazing. It can not only turn treasure into waste, but also waste into treasure.

Sean sighed for a moment, then calmed down and began to deploy the next stage of action.

What we need to do next is more difficult than any previous step.

He wanted to arrange an ambush in this small space where employees usually smoke and take a nap, turning his identity from an assassin who escaped after being poisoned and turned into a guardian who could walk openly inside the manor.

It is very difficult. Without using the Force, we ambush the fully armed elite soldiers with bare hands and perfectly disguised and replaced them without being discovered by anyone... This is also the most difficult part of the entire plan.

Sean took a deep breath and said to himself in his heart: May the Force be with you.

The master said that during this mission, the Force should not be used casually. This is partly because the evidence obtained based on the Force will doubt the reliability, especially for people in remote areas, Jedi and Force are like witchcraft, which can do everything and give people a strong sense of alienation and even distrust.

But the more important reason is that this is a trial belonging to Sean, an important summary of what the Jedi apprentice has learned over the past years - what else do I have besides those Force skills?

Sean neither intends to override his personal trials than the welfare of 3 billion people, nor does he want to give up his own trials, so next, he can only do his best to make up for the shortcomings with all his efforts.

This is how Jedi apprentices have always been. They don’t believe in hard work, but they will firmly believe in hard work.

Less than ten seconds later, the guards could no longer be seen in the fx-6's field of vision, and Sean could hear the heavy and messy footsteps more clearly.

Finally here!

The young man glanced at the scene again and confirmed that all the details had been implemented: there were blood-stained pieces of chef's clothing on the gate of the garbage duct, as if they were scratched by the sharp edge when they passed in a hurry; a row of shallow shoe prints extended all the way to the narrow airway, which was narrow in diameter but could barely accommodate a thin human male passing through, and the iron net at the entrance of the passage had been removed; in addition, the door of the weak electric room was also strangely open, and the inside was pitch black.

There are enough confusion items. With the intelligence level of the Manor Guard, it should be enough to bother them here for a while. The longer this period, the easier it will be for your next action.

Five seconds later, the janitor rushed into the room with five soldiers, and then fell into confusion at the first moment.

"Boss, the man is gone." A tall soldier said a nonsense.

The janitor snorted coldly, and tried to locate the escaped boy through infrared tracking on the eyepiece, but unexpectedly found nothing. Only three rows of remaining footprints were seen in the eyepiece, leading to different locations.

The janitor does not believe that the human being will really evaporate on earth. He will definitely run away, and will leave traces and confusing items that cover the traces when he escapes. However, after careful consideration, it is not difficult to find that there are two confusing items that are really not of level.

Weak current rooms and vents are impossible. One is a dead end, and the other is also a dead end. When it moves to a certain level, the ventilation ducts will be closed, so narrow that it cannot be allowed to pass by humans. Only the garbage passage is spacious enough and leads directly to the outside of the manor, but there is a crushing and recycling device in the garbage passage, jumping down directly is equivalent to committing suicide, unless...

"Boss, just sent a message from the central control room, the crushing and recycling device seemed to be damaged by some heavy object."

"It seems that's right. Contact Team 3 immediately to go to the exit to track down clues, others..."

Before he finished speaking, a voice from his subordinate suddenly came from the weak current room: "Boss, there is something wrong here. Do you want to come and see it yourself?"

The janitor frowned, but decided to take a look. His men should not bother him with boring things. There are at least clues worth seeing in the weak-voltage room.

However, for caution, let’s first...

"Boss, it's not good!"

The sound in the weak current room stopped abruptly, full of fear, which immediately made the two soldiers closest to tremble all over. The janitor cursed inwardly and walked into the door first.

And just as he stepped into the weak current, the gate of the weak current suddenly fell, and the guardian couldn't help but turn back. Then, he felt an incredible huge impact from the back of his neck, and the world in front of him suddenly became dim and dim.

——

Sean gently held the unconscious and soft janitor, and immediately began to take off the janitor's armor.

His movements were extremely fast and almost instantly stripped the janitor from the heavy armor. At the same time, he did not forget to keep his throat calmly and cover his head with an iron bucket in the weak electric room, making a dull sound: "No problem, I have dealt with a small trap."

Afterwards, Sean forced himself to wear all the parts one by one, while his hands and feet tied with extended simple robotic arms to make up for the body gap between him and the janitor.

After a brief tidying up, Sean looked like the original owner of the armor. Thanks to the janitor who was a spiritual Mandalorian with a simplicity, she was covered with airtightness, which allowed Sean's disguise plan to proceed smoothly. Next, as long as the janitor who was stripped into a piglet was handled, this most dangerous level would be passed!

Looking at the dark-skinned and unconscious bald middle-aged man on the ground, Sean also sighed: This person is burly, with thick armor, and obvious signs of exercise. If there is a head-on conflict, he will at least take some trouble to win him. Unfortunately, he is just a spiritual Mandalorian after all, and his vigilance is still insufficient. He was ambushed and attacked by himself and fell down instantly. If he was on the battlefield of life and death, he was already a corpse at this time.

This janitor should be glad that this place is not a battlefield, so even if he is an accomplice to the evil, it is Bergamore's law, not Sean's personal will, which can determine his life and death.

While thinking, Sean opened the cabinet of the weak-voltage room. He had already cleared a space here. He tied the middle-aged man and put it in the cabinet, and locked the door. Then he picked up a broken sounding device he had hidden in the weak-voltage room and opened the floodgate.

“Born Trap.”

As he said that, Sean threw the soundtrack in front of a group of minions, and the machine was making a twisted voice: "Boss, it's not good..."

"I'm just wondering, didn't you realize just now that the voice in the door was purely an extra person out of thin air?"

This question made all the minions lower their heads, and even if they were a little confused, they would not dare to speak.

Just now, their reaction was indeed a bit stupid. Everyone was in each other's sight. What else could the sound in the weak current room besides the trap? As a result, the boss also had to take risks in person.

Sean suffocated his subordinates, then pinched the janitor's communicator and asked, "Team 3, have you found someone?"

The communicator quickly received a feedback: "Boss, there are no clues at all, and there are no footprints!"

Sean cursed in the tone of the gatekeeper: "Baoman, the poisoned man is so cunning. How could he leave footprints on the most critical escape passage to let you follow the clues? Now go find out if there is a lost small aircraft in the manor. He is likely to escape by taking the aircraft when he leaves the garbage passage. In addition, contact the monitoring room and do his best to collect all suspicious information near the garbage passage. I don't believe he can really fly in the manor!"

After this series of orders, no matter how suspicious his subordinates were, they no longer doubted the authenticity of their boss. In fact, no one had ever doubted it from the beginning, and the boss was transferred less than twenty seconds after entering the door!

Most people’s mind is actually: in the end, who will take the blame and who will take the lead in the end?

Looking at his boss' calm and composed appearance, most people think that even if he is demoted by the president in the future, he will be promoted back to his original position sooner or later. After all, a Mandalorian who is willing to be a watchdog is as strange as a Jedi on this edge.

After giving the order, Sean paced the spot and said, "Go to the central control room!"

Someone at his subordinates suddenly wondered: "Central Control Room? Why?"

Sean said loudly without any mind: "It's very simple. I suspect that more than one person poisoned this time! Even the dessert master is just a bait. Think about it, with fx-6 guarding the door, what kind of poison can be brought from the kitchen to the banquet hall?"

"This, boss, you mean..."

"And the president just had an allergic reaction and was not in danger of his life. If it was really an assassination, it wouldn't be that simple!"

After saying that, Sean didn't care whether his subordinates understood it or not-in fact, it would be better if he didn't understand it, and he would walk towards the central control room with big strides.

However, just as he took a step, a weak, unquestionable voice came from the communicator.

"Yes, this operation is not that simple. Now, when I come to me, I have sent someone to check the central control room."

Sean's steps stopped immediately.
Chapter completed!