The searchlight of Tottenham's training ground fainted in the rain. Afei shook his wrist and looked at the system interface beating on his retina. The muscle fibers modified by the Platini template were slightly hot, and he could clearly feel that each Achilles tendon was trembling with excitement.
"Bee--"
The harsh whistle suddenly cut through the night sky. Ten security guards surrounded them in a fan shape. Johnson hid behind the crowd and shouted, "Catch that thug! I'm going to put him in jail!" But Afei noticed that the badges of these security personnel were printed with the logo of "KOP Security Company" - which is a subsidiary of Liverpool's loyal fan organization.
Gerard suddenly stepped in front of Afei. He took off his black windbreaker to reveal the red training suit inside. When the security captain saw the Liverpool team emblem embroidered on the left chest, the whole team suddenly seemed to be paused.
"Steven..." The security captain tremblingly took off the baton, "You know we can't attack the legend."
In the rainstorm, Gerard took out his mobile phone and pressed the play button. In the video, Afei's second long pass suddenly accelerated strangely in the air, and a looming dragon pattern appeared on the surface of the ball - this is exactly the picture he deliberately captured with 200 frames of slow play.
"Tell your boss that this kid kicked the gold-plated glass bought with embezzlement money." Gerard turned the mobile phone screen to the crowd, "And this video is enough for the Echo to make a three-phase special report."
When the security team began to make a fuss, A Fei suddenly felt a burning pain in his right eye. The system warning flashes wildly: [Detected the host's exposure of special abilities] [Start the memory fuzzy program]. The security personnel who had just taken out their mobile phones in the distance suddenly staggered to the ground, and the video just recorded in the mobile phone turned into snowflakes on the screen.
"Follow me." The moment Gerard grabbed Afei's wrist, the miniature scanner hidden in the cuff turned on the green light. The man, who has been selected as the PFA Best Lineup of the Year nine times, is now verifying his conjecture with the latest technology from Liverpool Labs - the pale golden lines on Afei's bones are the same as the strange light he saw at night in Istanbul.
When they rushed out of the side door, a black van with "Anfield Lab" printed on it was roaring in the rain. The inner wall of the carriage is covered with Afei's training data for the past three months. Next to a date marked by a red circle, it is scribbled with: "Suspected of triggering ancient inheritance".