Urban Magic Eye

What should we do in this situation? Lee Hao had no idea. He had thought of following Charles. However, he quickly rejected it. It was the spy of National Security Agency. They had all received professional training, but they were still discovered by Charles. He was just a novice, how could he be compared to these professionals?    

    

Tracking could be said to be simple, but it was a very profound knowledge. Not only did he need to control the overall situation, he also needed to guess what the other party was going to do next and prepare in advance. He also needed to face all kinds of unexpected situations like this. If he lost one person at a time... This was going to be a big joke.    

    

As a large city with a population of tens of millions, it was easy to hide in Shenhai City. Of course, this was for the Chinese. The appearance and characteristics of foreigners were too prominent, so it was less difficult for them to hide in Shenhai City.    

    

Yes, it was just a little bit. Because these top agents who had received training had to have makeup skills. Who knew what kind of disguise he would have?    

    

Since tracking was not the way, then he would just wait for the rabbit! Lee Hao instantly made this decision.    

    

What did he mean by waiting for the rabbit? It was not like Charles did not have long legs. Whether he stayed or left depended on his own will. Unless he caught him, there was nothing he could do.    

    

All of these were for other people. They weren't suitable for Lee Hao because he had a very heaven defying Pupil Arts. Although he rarely used it, he couldn't use it during critical moments.    

    

This Pupil Arts was naturally a technique to imitate objects. It could change the shape of anything Lee Hao saw. It was too easy for Charles not to leave.    

    

But where was Lee Hao's Transparent Pupil Arts now? He was looking at Charles's leg. When he saw the bones in Charles's leg, Lee Hao immediately activated the Pupil Arts.    

    

A stream of spiritual energy passed through the wall and entered Charles's body. The spiritual energy could not only heal, it could also cause damage, and it was even more terrifying. The one controlling the spiritual energy was Lee Hao's Pupil Arts.    

    

The spiritual energy entered his body and turned into two sharp blades, lunging at the bones on the opponent's leg. The hard bones were completely defenseless in front of the spiritual energy. They were instantly destroyed and broken into several pieces.    

    

Charles, who was packing his things, suddenly stopped in his tracks. He screamed in pain and fell to the ground.    

    

Everyone knew about the houses in Huaxia. Unless it was a place that cost a lot of money, the soundproofing of the other houses was very poor.    

    

Therefore, Charles's scream alarmed the merchants on both sides. After all, they had been neighbors for many years, and they knew each other. The enthusiasm of the Chinese was shown, and they immediately rushed over.    

    

When they saw Charles lying on the ground, they asked anxiously, "Boss Cha, what happened?"    

    

Another boss asked, "Boss Cha, did someone break into the house and hurt you?" Then, he picked up the phone and was about to call the police.    

    

"No, it's not a thief." Charles frowned and said with a painful face, "I accidentally fell down just now. I'll be fine after resting for a while."    

    

At this moment, the crowd started to look at Charles's condition. There was no trace of blood on his body. It was obvious that no one had killed him.    

    

Since the person in question had said so, these bosses did not pursue the matter. They only saw that his condition was a little serious. They helped him to the bed and made sure that he did not need to go to the hospital before slowly leaving.    

    

Lee Hao, who had caused all this, naturally mingled in the crowd. Just now, they were separated by a wall, so it was inevitable that there were some mistakes. Lee Hao came in and looked again. After confirming that there was no trace of the A.I. Chip, he mixed in the crowd and left.    

    

Of course, Charles did not notice Lee Hao because his condition was too serious. Intense pain constantly disturbed his nerves. He did not have the mood to care about these things.    

    

The other party could not leave. Lee Hao did not go to the grocery store to monitor him. Instead, he returned to the luxury car and waited in peace. He believed that there would be some gains in the end.    

    

At that moment, in the inner room of the photography studio, Charles, who was sitting on the bed, was roaring. "F * ck, what the hell? Why does my thigh suddenly hurt?"    

    

Although it hurt, Charles could not wait. He wanted to stand up and see if he could leave. Compared to the pain, his life was more important.    

    

The result was obvious. The bones on his thigh had been broken into several pieces. If he could still walk, then it would really be a ghost.    

    

That was why when Charles struggled to stand up, just as he moved his hand away, he fell to the ground again. Miserable screams came from his mouth, and the pain made him break out in cold sweat.    

    

"F * ck, f * ck, f * ck!" Charles went crazy. He kept hitting the bed with both hands to vent his anger.    

    

However, this did not help. It could not solve any problems. There were only two ways in front of him. The first was to call for help and go to the hospital for treatment.    

    

The second way was even simpler. He could only call his companion and ask him to pick him up. Then, he could escape from Huaxia and go to America for treatment.    

    

Although he was an agent, he was also a person. It was human nature to be afraid of death, not to mention that he did not lack money.    

    

Therefore, he did not hesitate. He took out his phone and dialed the number, saying, "Xu, I'm injured. Quickly come and pick me up."    

    

"What?" When the other party heard that Charles was injured, he immediately roared, "If you're injured, why are you calling me? Are we very familiar with each other?" After saying that, he hung up the phone without hesitation. Obviously... The other party thought that Charles had exposed himself, afraid that he would be implicated. He was even more afraid that Charles's phone would be monitored.    

    

His companion was very careful, and Charles was helpless. He could only call the other party again.    

    

The man with the surname Xu looked at the phone in his hand, and was very puzzled. He didn't understand why Charles would drag him into this matter even though he had already exposed himself. Could it be that there was some other secret behind this? Therefore, he answered the phone.    

    

Charles immediately explained, "Xu, I was injured by my own sprain. I wasn't hit by anyone. Quickly come to me. I can't use my strength right now, nor can I walk. My legs are broken. It hurts so much."    

    

"Okay, wait. I'll be right there!" This time, Xu felt at ease. He wouldn't do something like abandoning his companions.    

    

Although time was very urgent, the two of them were still very cautious. There was no useful information mentioned on the phone.    

    

Lee Hao naturally didn't know about this, but the staff of National Security Agency who was monitoring Charles's phone knew about it. They had a huge question mark in their hearts.    

    

Who was Charles? He was a top secret agent of the America, and he had extraordinary skills. How could he twist his ankle? Furthermore, it was not just a serious injury. He could not even walk. If this wasn't the bad luck of eight lifetimes, what else could it be?    

    

Of course, they were happy that such a big accident had happened to the people of the America. This meant that the other party's movement would be greatly slowed down. Whether it was tracking them or capturing them, the difficulty would be much lower.    

    

Lee Hao's luxury car stopped on the street opposite the photography studio. Surveillance was very easy. About an hour later, Lee Hao saw a white van parked at the entrance of the photography studio. A man in his twenties got out of the car and rushed into the photography studio.    

    

"F * ck me," Lee Hao said angrily. It turned out that the man was a rat who ate inside and out again. This kind of person was too annoying. He forgot his name and the blood in his body.    

    

Now was not the time to be angry. Lee Hao perked up and did not get out of the car, because he believed that the man would come out soon. He wanted to see what the man was going to do before he could decide what to do next.