Dark Light Chaser.

Chapter 260 Undercover Agent's Re-employment

Mus immediately changed his demeanor after putting down his phone.

He looked at Ai Liang with a hesitant and conflicted expression: "Um, could you please not..."

Ignoring Mu Si's pleading gaze, Ai Liang still said the last thing Mu Si wanted to hear.

"Go back and investigate the relationship between Song Jie and Janus. It would be best to gather some clues and evidence."

Here it comes again, it's starting again.

This isn't making me go to work; it's making me lie in a coffin for my funeral!
In the past, Ai Liang had asked Mu Si to infiltrate behind enemy lines to provide intelligence on more than one occasion.

This time, he couldn't escape either.

Then.

Where did Mu Si infiltrate under Ai Liang's instructions?

This includes, but is not limited to, numerous dens of iniquity such as the Institute of Psychotropic Drugs, the headquarters of the Population Trade Company, and the underground information exchange center.

It's the kind of place where if you're not careful, you'll be sent to a dark room.

The activities inside the house are even more exciting.

They used a variety of methods, including poison canisters, wet towels, electric shock devices, hallucinogens, and pliers.

Those people had no intention of letting anyone leave alive; they were torturing them according to the standards of the online Yama.

The tiger bench and chili water were considered mild punishments.

Mu Si was constantly taking this risk, being directed by Ai Liang to infiltrate this place and that place.

That's when I got my bad reputation in the underworld.

It would make slave owners weep, and would break the hearts of Jews.

Mus looked miserable: "Big brother, you've already removed the mark. If I go back now and get discovered, won't I be doomed?"

Ai Liang didn't answer, but walked up to him.

Then, with a puzzled look on Mus's face, he raised his hand and snapped the pendant back into his palm.

"Hiss... What are you doing?!"

Given the normal human nerve reaction speed of Muslims, by the time he felt the pain...

The branding process is already over.

Looking at the engraving that had been lost and then found again.

Moose's deep-seated desire for superpowers was once again overwhelmed by fear.

"As I just mentioned, I have severed the mental link with the original owner of the brand, so there is no need to worry about being possessed."

To calm Mu Si down, Ai Liang began to explain the underlying principles to him.

"This mark was not made by Janus, and his abilities are unrelated to the spiritual realm."

Even if you stood right in front of him, he wouldn't notice; the imprint had completely slipped out of his control.

Mus did not feel relieved by these two brief explanations.

"But didn't you say you severed that mental link? Wouldn't the owner of the imprint be able to sense it?"
Furthermore, no one can guarantee that Janus doesn't have anything else that can read memories, right?

Even if it doesn't, isn't it said that this thing can cause people to have a mental breakdown?
If Janus asks me to use the mark to read minds, will it expose something?
in addition……"

Mu Si astutely pointed out the flaws in Ai Liang's words.

Ai Liang only said that Janus could not sense it, but did not mention the matter of the imprint creator.

The phrase "severing the mental link" immediately suggests that this isn't the kind of gameplay you'd expect from a single-player offline game.

It's obvious that they're in contact with other people.

It's like when you're playing a game with friends and one of your teammates disconnects. You can't possibly not see it, right?

When it comes to one's own safety.

Mus's logical thinking ability will suddenly break through its limits, like a burst of energy.

Even Xia Qiyuan felt inferior to him.

Seeing that Mu Si was talking non-stop, he planned to list about ten safety hazards.

Ai Liang used telekinesis to shut his mouth, physically silencing him.

"The Man of a Thousand Faces... who is also the creator of this imprint, and the founder of the mask database, is constantly conducting hacking operations through the masks of the world's five major political entities."

Just as interviewers don't patiently read through every resume, a mental link exhibiting unusual fluctuations won't attract attention.

More importantly, to protect the privacy of the Apostles' members, the Thousand-Faced Man only observes the condition of the imprints once a month, not constantly monitoring them.

After Ai Liang finished explaining, Mu Si was still making incoherent noises, as if he still had questions to ask.

"I'll only allow you to ask one last question. Think it through before you speak."

After Musi nodded in confirmation, Ai Liang released his jaw.

"Hoo hoo, how long until the next observation and imprinting of that thousand-faced man?"

Mus gave up struggling and asked the most crucial question.

Ai Liang was clearly determined to send him to gather intelligence, and listing any potential dangers would be useless.

It would be better to ask questions that are related to the next steps.

His last sentence clearly meant that the Thousand-Faced Man's observation and marking would be the moment he was exposed.

I'll need this hermit's leg to protect me then.

This point must be clarified.

As for the risks of infiltration?
When has Musso ever done anything without risk?

"The 18th of every month, including today, you have fifteen days left."

"Only two weeks? Are you sure you're not joking?"

"You already know what you need to know. Believe it or not, it's up to you."

Ai Liang was too lazy to argue with Mu Si, so she changed the subject back to infiltration and imprinting.

"I've examined you. Your body has a certain degree of adaptability to strange things. The fact that Cat's Eye targeted you back then was probably related to your constitution."

As long as the engraving is not abused, using it once or twice a day will not have a significant impact on the body.

The imprinting ability remains unchanged. Aside from being disconnected from the mask database and losing the ability to copy knowledge and skills, mind reading and physical enhancement still function as usual.

The engraving is still the same engraving; there isn't much difference between the previous and current versions.

However, after being stripped away, it lost one dangerous function.

If I had to give an example, it would probably be the difference between plain white rice and fried rice.

"Will the altered inscription work on Janus now?"

After listening to Ai Liang's explanation, Mu Si couldn't wait to ask.

If it works on Janus, then the rest will be easy.

But this question was met with a look from Ai Liang as if she were looking at someone with a mental disability.

Okay, obviously not.

Mus chuckled, extinguishing the last glimmer of hope in his heart.

"So, you mean I need to find out Janus's true identity and whereabouts, as well as evidence of Song Jie's collusion with him, within two weeks, and then report back to you?"

"Whether you want to or not is up to you; I won't force you to investigate."

Ai Liang's requirements were very "lenient," implying that the whole thing depended on her own initiative and that she wouldn't force her.

Just like the so-called "voluntary" overtime principle.

"Damn it, you can just change your identity and leave, do I have a choice?"

When Mu Si heard Ai Liang's "heartwarming" reply, his heart sank.

"This was originally your problem, I'm just cleaning up your mess."

Ai Liang wouldn't tolerate Mu Si's attitude of "these are all greenhouse melons, take them or leave them."

To maintain their current peaceful life, Mus must step in on his behalf.

However, if Mu Si really didn't want to, Ai Liang wouldn't force him to become an undercover agent.

They will still use the messenger's identity to quietly resolve this matter.

Please note that this is not Ai Liang being arrogant; she may say she doesn't care, but deep down she actually values ​​her old friend Mu Si very much.

It's not because everyone is giving up, but because everyone is just letting each other down.

Muslim only lost his life.

Ai Liang lost her chance at a precious relationship and a new life!
In Ai Liang's mind, the two are like dog poop and cake, completely incomparable.

"...Okay, I'll do my best."

Mus sighed resignedly, "Could we leave you our contact information? If I get any special information, it will be convenient for me to tell you."

Ai Liang walked to the door and opened the security door: "For the next two weeks, we'll meet here every Saturday at 5 pm to exchange information. Once things are resolved, leave Qianhua City as soon as possible, and don't let me see you again."

"Wait! Let's exchange contact information, just in case something happens to me..."

Mu Si hurriedly chased after her, trying to stop Ai Liang.

Ai Liang immediately erected a mental barrier next to him, separating the person from him.

Caught off guard, Mus was struck so hard he saw stars.

“It’s alright. I can sense your condition through the imprint. Even if you die, I can still read your memories from your brain. There’s no need to worry about the handover of information.”

Is the key point of this statement intelligence?

It's my life!

Mus covered his nose, and two tears slid down his cheeks.

Calm down, calm down, Mus.

You're just causing trouble for the hermit. It's already good enough that he's willing to help you; don't ask for too much.

You owe others a favor, not the other way around.

Mus fully embodies the self-exonerating spirit of a tortoise shedding its shell.

Convince yourself not to push your luck.

Seeing how sincere he was.

Ai Liang nodded in satisfaction and removed his hand from the holster at his waist.

He was a Muslim at the time and offered to help with the cleanup.

He took this opportunity to collect a large amount of bounty that Ai Liang didn't care about.

Upon closer examination, it turns out that Mu Si owed Ai Liang a favor.

In the black market, money is the most important thing.

Buying outposts costs money, paying your men's salaries costs money, procuring vehicles costs money, cultivating relationships costs money... everything costs money.

Although the bulk of the bounty went into Ai Liang's account.

But the remaining small portion is not insignificant either.

These bounties laid a solid material foundation for Muslim's path to becoming Nevada's top intelligence broker.

And he will naturally have to pay a corresponding, or even excessive, price for this.

Just like the deal between mortals and Mephisto, in addition to the price to be paid, one must also bear the traps hidden in the contract.

However, no one expected this.

The second cost, surprisingly, wouldn't arrive until several years later.

(End of this chapter)