During his conversation with Ethan Hunt, Benji had already started looking for his tools. He fished out two gloves from his tool bag and tossed them directly onto the nearby glass.
With a burst of electromagnetic activation, the gloves immediately adhered to the glass.
Ethan Hunt looked at the gloves stuck to the glass, utterly speechless. Why did he feel like they had planned this all along? Otherwise, why would they already have something like this?
Jiang Yan Hai could no longer stand listening. He had been standing in the bedroom next door for quite a while, and naturally, he had heard their entire conversation.
"Hello? If you don't mind, how about hearing my opinion?" Jiang Yan Hai walked to the bedroom doorway, leaned against the wall, and spoke with a smile.
The sudden voice seemed to instantly trigger the stress response of the three people in the room. Benji was better off; he merely spun around at once.
But Ethan Hunt and Brandt, standing nearby, almost simultaneously produced two sharp clicks as they chambered their pistols. In an instant, they drew their guns from behind and beside them, turning to aim directly at the source of the voice.
Jiang Yan Hai leaned against the wall without moving, merely folding his arms and shrugging. "Is this how you welcome an old friend?"
"Liston Han Xiao." Brandt was indeed the professional strategist here. Who knew how many important figures and files he had memorized? Some classified materials had no storage devices outside; they existed only in his mind.
The truly critical information was probably only kept at headquarters.
The moment he saw Jiang Yan Hai, Brandt's expression darkened, and he enunciated his name one word at a time.
"Wow!" Benji could not help blurting out as well. Mainly because that name