Spy Wars: I have spy skills, it’s so damn cool!

After roughly reading through the entire thing, Sun Lang turned his attention back to the introduction at the front of the instruction manual, which was about how to fly a fighter jet.

Then, according to the instructions, turn on the buttons of the fighter step by step.

When the first button is pressed again, the fighter awakens.

The lights inside lit up, and the data on the display screen appeared one by one.

Although Sun Lang was not inside, his perspective was facing forward as if he was sitting in the driver's seat.

Everything was going smoothly step by step, but maybe he was too excited.

When you press the start takeoff button.

I don’t know if I pressed it for too long or too many times, but the fighter jet just flew out.

Sun Lang was really scared, and his first reaction was whether he would hit his head against the wall.

He suddenly remembered,

Storage Space has existed for so long, but one thing has been overlooked.

That is whether there are walls in this storage space.

Is it infinite?

Or is there a range limitation?

At this moment, his heart was in his throat. He reacted a second late but then quickly came back to his senses.

As soon as a thought comes into the mind, consciousness follows instantly.

Press the Land button next to the Start button.

"boom……"

The sound of the fighter jet gradually became smaller, its speed slowed down, and finally it slowly fell to the ground and stopped moving.

Looking at the pile of fast food less than five meters away from the fighter jet, Sun Lang was really relieved.

"Luckily, fortunately, I almost lost my long-term meal ticket."

If it really happened, Sun Lang would have no place to cry.

If there was no corpse inside, even if the food was spilled, the space would not be dirty and it could still be eaten.

There is a dead body inside now. It would be ok if the food was in the lunch box, but it would be disgusting if the food spilled out and then eaten.

I checked the fighter jet from top to bottom inside and out, and fortunately there was nothing wrong.

I looked at the fuel gauge again and it showed that it could last for 10,000 kilometers.

It had just taken off for a short while and the number on it showed 9999.9.

It’s enough for him to build it several times.

The prerequisite is that he must first see whether this space has any range restrictions.

Controlling an apple, exploring into the deepest part of space.

The distance is too far, so I can't see the controlled objects, but I can feel them.

Five minutes later, I didn't know where the apple extended to, but I could feel that it was very far away.

Then control the apple, and with these things as the center point, slowly circle around it.

The experiment was successful. There was no range limit in the storage space. It was like a small world.

There is no obstruction in the middle and the fighter jets can fly freely.

This made Sun Lang very excited. He caught the fighter jet and flew it around in the space, doing somersaults and flips, just like a toy.

Just when he was enjoying himself and didn't want to leave, he didn't know how much time had passed.

"Wow..."

Hearing the noise, consciousness instantly exited from the storage space.

He looked calmly towards the place where the noise came from.

Several figures walked out carefully from the darkness and headed towards the dilapidated house.

The system identity scan was turned on: "Yes, it's the Red Party, that's right."

Only then did he realize that the sky outside was getting slightly brighter: "The moon is quite bright tonight!"

When I looked up, the moon had disappeared.

Glancing at the pocket watch in the space.

Well, I was having so much fun in this space that I forgot about time. It’s almost five o’clock now.

"But these Reds really arrived early!"

After that, everything was calm for the next few days after this incident, and I went to the Special High Section to slack off as usual every day.

The work is easy, no one supervises me, and it's quite free. This is the life.

After the person whom Yuta arranged to kill him was killed by him, the matter seemed to be over.

He thought that Yuta would call him over and ask him questions indirectly, but that didn't happen.

He also paid attention to this matter and occasionally saw some people coming in and out of Xiongtian's office.

Sun Lang guessed that it might be Xiongtian who sent people out to find the person he killed.

If the person is in his space, he will definitely not be found.

I took a look at the corpses in the space and felt very disgusted. It was disgusting to see food and corpses placed together.

Even if the corpse was placed far away by him, even if time did not flow inside, in the same space, there would be a sense of estrangement.

"Tsk, better find an opportunity to get rid of the body as soon as possible."

Although Xiongtian didn't come to find him, every time he walked on the road, he would pay special attention to whether there was anyone following him.

It seemed that there was no special work in the past few days, and no tasks were given to him, so the people who were secretly monitoring him were removed.

I thought that no one was watching me and I was finally free.

Who knew that today on his way back, he suddenly felt two murderous eyes staring at him.

Sun Lang sighed, then cheered up again.

"Come on, come on! We are all here to give you experience and prizes. I will take as many as you can."

Just after saying this, when Sun Lang turned a corner with the two gazes behind him, he noticed another gaze coming at him.

There were three people following him.

Sun Lang had some doubts.

"What's going on? Xiongtian is now making a big move. He knows that one person can't deal with him, so he sent three people?"

Feeling something was wrong, Sun Lang turned on the system identity scan and turned to look behind him when turning the corner.

When he saw who it was, he raised his eyebrow.

"Oh, so he's one of us!"

"In this case, you can't kill him."

Moreover, several of them were following him very closely, and it looked like they wanted to kill him at close range and did not want to shoot him.

"Tsk tsk, you underestimated me,"

"Do you really think I'm useless? Do you think you can kill me with just three people?"

Sun Lang said as he hid here and there, and then he thought of something:

"Speaking of which, if three people come to kill me and I dodge them, does that mean I will have three chances to draw the lottery? Or will it only count as one?"

Thinking back to the times I was assassinated before, it seems that the number of times I won the lottery has nothing to do with the number of people.

In other words, you can only get one chance to draw the lottery each time you are assassinated.

Sun Lang smacked his lips, feeling that it was not a good deal.

Alas, there is no way, this is given by the emotionless agent system.

If the person is a sentimental person, he can try to reason with the other person and maybe find some loopholes.

At this time, Sun Lang's mind was still full of all these messy thoughts. He paused when he felt something.

Then he continued walking as if nothing had happened, and one of the three sights behind him disappeared.

Once they entered the alley, the Red Party had already seized a good opportunity.

If Sun Lang didn't want to deal with them, he could basically avoid assassination by staying in crowded places.

No matter who it is, even the Japanese devils who want to assassinate him will not act easily in broad daylight or when there are many people around.

Unless the person being assassinated must die, and must die on the same day, he must die at all costs.

Once you take action in the presence of others, it is easy to cause confusion and expose your identity, which is an unwise choice.

Logically speaking, the Japanese are not afraid of being exposed.

But the Japanese also wanted to leave a good impression on the Chinese people, so they had to do it secretly.