It's obvious they're just making things up.
They don't even bother with a script for bragging now, just co up with anything, and even brought accomplices.
Perfect, he finally has sothing worth writing about in today's news.
The male journalist felt smug, catching sight from the corner of his eye of the man slowly opening the box in his hand—could these headphones really exist?
On second thought, it seed impossible. Technology couldn't be that advanced, and he had confird with his friends in M Nation, who also thought it was just a bluff.
The journalist puffed out his chest arrogantly and chuckled, "Don't show an empty box again. She's talking about invisible earbuds."
The refined man—Rocco Cooper glanced at the journalist.
The journalist imdiately fell silent, with the hair on the back of his neck standing up. Who were these people? They didn't seem like ordinary folks.
Rocco Cooper opened the box, picked out a small black device with tweezers, and smiled at the journalist, "Want to try it? Verify if I'm telling the truth?"
The journalist thought his smile was sinister but acknowledged his mistake just like that? Impossible, "Heh, let's have a go! I don't believe such a thing exists!"
Rocco Cooper affixed the invisible earbud to the inner side of his earbone, pressed it in firmly, and motioned with his eyes for the short man, Six, to turn on the sound.
"Ah!" The deafening sound nearly ruptured the journalist's eardrum. He writhed on the ground, trying to claw the device out of his ear, but it was lodged too deep. His eyeballs turned bloodshot, and, in agony, he scratched his cheeks raw, his ear a bloody ss.
Rocco Cooper waved his hand, signaling Six to stop, and walked over with a cold sneer, "Convinced now?"
"I asked you a question!" Six stomped on his wrist.
"Ah!" He scread in pain, "I believe, I believe! It's real, it's real."
Six released his foot, squatted down, extracted the earbud from his ear with tweezers, disdainfully washed it in disinfectant, and put it back in the box.
Aurelia Shaw raised an eyebrow, observing everything.
Dylan Harper approached, coughing into his hand, "Sister-in-law...Miss Shaw, we're here to pick you up, um, if you're unsure, I have a text on my phone."
Just a mont ago, the man looked nacing, but now he was slightly embarrassed in front of Aurelia Shaw, scratching his head and offering his phone proactively.
Rocco Cooper really wanted to kick him from behind. Does he not know that in their line of work, it's taboo to let others touch their phones? This fool even handed it over voluntarily, forgetting everything he learned in the military!
But given their hasty arrival, Sister-in-law surely wouldn't trust them instantly. Showing her the phone for reassurance was good—anyway, these secrets aren't secrets to her. Brother Nightshade is everything to her, what secrets would they have?
Sister-in-law? Did she hear it wrong? Just now, was he trying to call her Sister-in-law?
Aurelia Shaw had a vague suspicion, took the phone for a look, and it was just as she thought. But how did Mason Nightshade know what was happening here?
He even sent soone to bring such high-tech equipnt from the military to rescue her.
Aurelia Shaw looked around.
Dylan Harper seed to know what she was looking for, "Sister-in-law... ahem, Miss Shaw, don't bother looking. Sotis our intelligence network is bigger than you think."
Brother Nightshade said not to attract negative attention to her in front of journalists, not to expose his relationship with her in front of reporters. He'd have to be more careful with his words from now on.
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