radiothebook Chapter 212 From this day forward, you are "Chen Mo"
Chapter 212 From this day forward, you are "Chen Mo"
Lin Feng's heart tightened, and he really wanted to hit himself—how could it be so easy?
"No, no," he quickly explained, "maybe... my fingers are stronger."
As he spoke, his gaze unconsciously drifted to Leng Meng's chest, and his Adam's apple bobbed slightly.
Even knowing that there would be a life-or-death battle tomorrow, the visual impact at this moment still made him somewhat unable to control himself.
Leng Meng chuckled, her fingertips tracing his taut chest: "What are you standing there for? Are you going to wait for me to undress you?"
Lin Feng quickly removed his clothes.
The two stood under the showerhead, the water washing over their skin. As they applied shower gel to each other, every touch of their fingertips sent electric shocks through them.
Leng Meng suddenly stopped what she was doing, brushed aside her wet hair, and looked up at him: "You want it?"
Lin Feng nodded, then immediately shook his head: "No... Tomorrow is too important, I can't waste my energy."
Leng Meng extended her fingertip and gently pressed it against his lips:
"A little tenderness won't delay things. Besides, if something unexpected happens tomorrow, we shouldn't have any regrets tonight."
Before she could finish speaking, she had already pushed Lin Feng against the wall and kissed him with irresistible force...
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The alarm clock on the bedside table rang precisely at 6:50 a.m. the next morning.
Leng Meng opened her eyes almost instantly, got out of bed with agile movements, and showed no signs of fatigue.
She pulled a professional makeup case from the closet, which was filled with various shades of foundation, concealer, eyebrow pencils, and special effects makeup products.
Lin Feng sat on the chair by the bed, watching Leng Meng skillfully mix foundation that matched the skin tone of the Asian member of the Obsidian Guard and carefully apply it to his face.
Her technique was extremely skillful; she not only adjusted Lin Feng's skin tone but also cleverly altered his facial contours through shading and highlighting.
The originally soft jawline was made sharper, the eyebrows were changed into the other person's signature sword eyebrows, and even the curve of the corners of the eyes was adjusted just right with concealer.
About 40 minutes later, Leng Meng put down her makeup brush and looked at Lin Feng in the mirror with satisfaction.
The person in the mirror had a cold and stern look, almost identical to the Obsidian team member in his memory, to the point of being indistinguishable from the real person.
Lin Feng couldn't help but exclaim, "Wife, your makeup skills are amazing! It's like you've become a completely different person!"
This goes far beyond the scope of ordinary makeup; it's almost disguise.
"I used to work in the intelligence department," Leng Meng explained casually, deftly packing up her tools. "Some missions require you to completely transform into another person, blend into the crowd, or... replace someone. It's just basic skill."
As she spoke, she pulled out a neatly folded black uniform from the bottom of the cardboard box she had brought back yesterday.
The subtle patterns on the epaulets and cuffs gleamed coldly in the morning light, a standard feature of the Obsidian Guard.
"Put it on." She handed him the uniform. "From now on, you are 'Chen Mo' of the Obsidian Squad."
Lin Feng took the uniform and changed into it quickly.
The crisp black fabric accentuated his straight shoulders and upright posture.
He finally put on his signature black beret and pulled the brim down.
Leng Meng crossed her arms and took a step back, her gaze slowly sweeping over him as if examining a work of art.
After a moment, a barely perceptible smile appeared on her lips: "I must say, you look quite handsome in this outfit!"
Then, Leng Meng took out a spray bottle and sprayed Lin Feng's entire body three times.
The spray emitted a faint, fresh scent of herbs and trees, and Lin Feng instantly felt his own aura completely masked.
"This is a concealing spray that can mask your human scent for up to 5 hours," Leng Meng explained.
Lin Feng nodded, then suddenly remembered something and took out a dark brown bracelet from his personal storage space—
This was given to him by Su Wan before. The material is unknown. Each bead has naturally formed eye-like patterns and carries a strange sandalwood fragrance.
"This bracelet also helps to conceal human presence to some extent."
As he spoke, he put the bracelet on his left wrist.
With everything ready, Leng Meng led Lin Feng out of the window and headed straight for the administration building.
The prison was shrouded in a thin mist in the early morning. The two men walked briskly and soon arrived at the office.
After waiting for about ten minutes, there was a gentle knock on the office door.
"Go in." Leng Meng's voice was crisp and decisive.
Four Obsidian members, dressed in identical black uniforms, pushed open the door and entered, their steps synchronized and their aura chilling.
Leng Meng stood up, her gaze sweeping between Lin Feng and Chen Mo, the team member with an Asian face:
"You two, switch places right now."
Lin Feng and Chen Mo exchanged glances briefly before silently switching places.
Leng Meng walked to the window, pushed it open, and turned to look at Chen Mo:
"Jump down from here, find a secluded place to hide, and make sure no one sees you."
"Otherwise, you should know what it feels like to have the Soul-Holding Needle."
Chen Mo's expression hardened, and he nodded heavily. Without hesitation, he flipped out of the window, his figure landing lightly like a cat, disappearing into the bushes below in a few flashes.
Leng Meng turned to Lin Feng and briefly introduced the remaining three team members:
The captain's name is Karen, the tall one is Leon, and the one with slightly darker skin is Royce.
Lin Feng remembered them all.
Then, Leng Meng looked at the three Obsidian team members with an undeniable air of authority:
"From this moment on, all three of you are Chen Mo, understand?"
"Understood!" the three replied in unison, their voices loud and clear.
"Alright, now, go to the cafeteria for your meal as usual." Leng Meng waved her hand. "Keep it natural."
Lin Feng followed the three Obsidian team members out of the administration building and through the central courtyard.
Several patrolling prison guards saw them and stepped aside to make way, their eyes filled with obvious fear.
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When we arrived at the cafeteria, it was already quite noisy.
As soon as Lin Feng entered, he subconsciously scanned the cafeteria and quickly saw Vassim, Anna, and Evelyn sitting in a corner. The three of them looked up at the door from time to time, obviously waiting for him.
When Wasim's gaze swept over Lin Feng, it barely lingered before he quickly looked away.
Lin Feng breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to himself: Leng Meng's makeup skills are indeed amazing; even Vassim didn't recognize him.
He followed Karen and the other two to the private window on the side of the cafeteria, received a higher-standard meal, and then sat down in their usual seats.
Lin Feng picked up his cutlery and, like a true member of the Obsidian team, began to eat silently and quickly.
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At nine o'clock sharp, the number of people in the cafeteria had already shrunk considerably.
The four members of the Obsidian Squad remained seated in the corner, their silent aura causing passersby to instinctively quicken their pace.
"Beep~"
Karen felt a vibration from the miniature communicator on the inside of her wrist.
He quickly pressed the answer button, and Leng Meng's clear and concise voice came through.
"Understood," he replied in a deep voice, and the communication was then cut off.
Karen's gaze swept over the three team members, and she spoke succinctly:
"Instructions issued, 9:45 AM, stand by at the entrance of Zone Δ."
"Now, everyone proceed to the armory for weapon loading."