"Don't move, turn around!" In reality, in an eu town, a member of the torch wood who is installing some electronic parts for dimensionality reduction plans was suddenly pointed at the head with a gun.

The member of Torchwood is not a field staff member. He is 49 years old this year. He is over fifty years old and has been responsible for the maintenance of communication equipment within Torchwood. He is a technical engineer.

Don't underestimate this position. When facing chaos, the biggest problem encountered by all field personnel fighting on the anti-chaotic frontline is communication problems. The strange fluctuations exposed in sub-space can almost affect any communication equipment made by humans.

And he is the man who has repeatedly fought with that kind of strange fluctuation, improving communication equipment again and again and again, updating anti-jamming systems, allowing field personnel to fight more effectively and have more opportunities to come back alive.

He shouldn't have squatted here and installed the electronic parts he made for the smooth implementation of the dimensionality reduction plan. However, although the torch wood is large, his clone is weak and unable to transfer all the field personnel back for network transformation.

This kind of thing is not suitable for external personnel to do. Once the plan leaks the news and the consequences are too serious, they and the staff of the staff have to go out of their comfort zone and allocate them to lay electronic parts that are not known for their specific purpose across the country.

As his technical engineer, we can guess from a structural perspective that this thing may have the function of amplifying some signal, but more specifically, it is that it is unreachable to his level.

"Slowly turn around so that I can see your hand!" The young voice behind him seemed a little nervous: "Don't do stupid things, I don't want to shoot!"

The technical engineer smiled bitterly. He should have done his job with two people, but his partner had an accident at home today and told him in advance that he would go home.

As an internal staff member, he had no precautions against danger, so he encountered this situation.

"Listen, kid, I'm just changing a relay." The technician tried to calm the situation down. There was a touch switch behind his ear that could send red flags. He just needed to move his ears a little and could call for field support a few blocks away.

But he turned his head and saw a young face, wearing a brand new police uniform, covered in sweat, and his eyes were filled with tension and fear.

"Don't lie to me, sir, I have selected cybersecurity in school. The box you opened is an important property protected by federal law!" The young patrolman pointed a gun at the thief in front of him: "If you violate the law, you will face a fine of 50,000 yuan and detention!"

The boy in front of him for some reason reminded the technical engineer of his son who served in the military. How long has it been since they met? Will he be so nervous when he holds a gun? Will he be so sweaty when facing possible threats?

"Child, I have no malice. I am a government worker. If you don't mind, I can take it out from the right pocket of my shirt and show it to you, but you have to promise me that you can't read the contents inside." The technical engineer explained: "Because I am a staff member of a confidentiality department, your confidentiality level is not enough. After reading my ID, I can ask my department to contact your superiors to endorse me."

"Okay, OK! Then you must move slowly, don't be too fast!" The policeman took a few deep breaths nervously, waiting for the other party to take out his ID.

The technical engineer could see that he was quite nervous, so he slowly reached into his pocket. However, it might have been because he had squatted for too long or the sand under his feet was too slippery. He suddenly lost his balance and slid forward.

The young policeman widened his eyes and fired the gun subconsciously, and the technical engineer also widened his eyes, as if he couldn't believe that he had encountered such a thing.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean it, God, you're bleeding. I'll call the hospital now, you won't be in trouble!" The policeman looked at the blood flowing out of the other party in a daze, dyeing the ground red.

The technical engineer smiled bitterly: "Child, you pierce my artery and I'm about to die. While no one notices it, run away quickly and pretend that this has not happened."

He looked at the young face and did not activate the alarm behind his ears. He remembered his son. If he had not been killed by a car bomb on duty, he would have been so handsome now, right?

The technical engineer now only hopes that Torchwood will not find out that the murderer who killed him is this young policeman. Although the truth will be found in the end, the dimensionality reduction plan will be less than three days left. After a few days of delay, the entire eu will be gone. Who else will investigate this matter?

You only need to escape these three days. The technical engineer looked at the young face in front of him: "Son, hide quickly..."

Endless darkness came towards him, and his last breath left him.

At this moment, the young policeman suddenly calmed down, as if the tension just now was just a fantasy. He coldly touched the engineer's pulse and reported through hidden headsets: "The target has died, the mercy plan has been successful, the target has not sent a distress signal, and the target's identity can be obtained in full."

"Received, the cleaner has been in place, the lurker has changed his identity and continues to lurk." A response came from the headset, and at the same time a garbage truck drove out of the darkness.

Several people wearing garbage cleaners uniforms got out of the car, quickly cleared the blood on the ground, and took away the engineer's body.

The young policeman took off all his clothes at the place where the engineer died, changed into a piece of clothing that was exactly the same as the engineer, and returned the personal belongings on the engineer in their original position. Several cleaners completed a delicate minor operation on the spot, took out the alarm implanted under the skin from the engineer's head and put it behind the police's ears.

The police moved his facial muscles, his skin color gradually began to change, and his facial features also changed. In less than a minute, he became the engineer himself.

"Examination, my son, go quickly." The 'Engineer' imitated the recorded audio file expressionlessly. The sound was very similar, but there was no emotional fluctuation.

"Examination again, my child, I have no malice, I am a government worker." This time, not only did he have a vivid tone, but his subtle movements on his face were no different.

If the engineer was still alive, he might now find that the policeman's facial features completely copied his son's facial features, but there was more or less a little displacement, but the pupil spacing and pupil color were exactly the same.
Chapter completed!