He Became a Salted Fish After Inheriting Millions of Secret Arts

Z is not.

The ability he inherited from Duncan and Jack the Ripper can make his hearing extremely keen, making it easy to monitor the surrounding movement. Z probably took a fancy to his ability, so he asked him to cooperate.

Only when it comes to work, Z will put aside his personal position and emotions, and talk to him a few more words.

"I see, I just need to find out the spies for you, right?" Duan Feizhuo looked away from the policeman's beautiful, almost inhuman face.

"The kid who kept animals." Z's cheeks twitched. He was allergic to Simon just like Colonel Freeman. "Can his animals help?"

"I can't tell. But I don't think he is suitable for a counter-espionage." Duan Feizhuo honestly expressed his views on Simon.

Putting Simon in counterintelligence is like putting a Disney princess in Star Wars.

Besides, Simon admired Carter so much that Duan Feizhuo naturally felt that he belonged to the "enemy camp".

"...Then forget about him." Z turned his head and looked away from Duan Feizhuo, "Aren't you going to deliver the medicine?"

"Let's go now." Duan Fei clumsily weighed the medicine bag in his hand, "You...do you have anything else to tell me?"

"No." Z said.

Duan Feizhuo opened the door without saying a word.

Z stared at the talisman paper—in his eyes, it was just a blank piece of paper. He thought for a moment, then suddenly said, "Wait a little longer, actually I..."

When he looked up, he found that the cabin was empty. The cabin door closed at some point, but he didn't notice it at all.

How strange, from a medical point of view, he no longer has a heart, and there is only a machine in his chest driven by ether crystals, but at this moment, his heart seems to have been cut by a blunt knife.