115: Chapter 115 The American Agents Are Here Again: This Time the Target is That Rat

Across the ocean, at Langley headquarters.

In the top-secret intelligence analysis room, the air was as heavy as if it had been filled with lead.

On a giant display screen, a blurry, shaky video was paused.

It was the exact moment at the school gate when Pikachu discharged electricity from its cheeks.

Dozens of top biologists and weapons experts were gathered around this photo, arguing until their faces were red.

"This is definitely not a special effect!"

An elderly professor with white hair pointed at the screen, spraying spit everywhere:

"Look at the color of this arc! Look at the ripples of energy overflowing!"

"According to spectral analysis, the energy density within this 'mouse' even exceeds that of the latest lithium-air batteries!"

"How is this a pet? This is clearly the latest research from Dragon Country—a [Biochemical Self-Propelled Mine]!"

The supervisor beside him took a deep breath, his expression grim:

"Are you saying that Jiang Chen has mastered biological power generation technology?"

"It is not just power generation!"

The professor adjusted his glasses, his eyes filled with terror:

"If this gene were implanted into sharks or eagles... wouldn't our aircraft carriers and F-22s be paralyzed by a passing animal at any moment?"

"This is a strategic threat! We must bring the sample back! Alive!"

The supervisor slammed his hand on the table and picked up the red dedicated phone:

"Initiate 'Operation Mouse Trap'!"

"Deploy the Ghost Squad!"

"Tell them not to go to the bathhouse and throw their lives away like that idiot Jack! The mission target this time is a mouse; success is the only option, failure is not allowed!"

The night was deep, at Yunding Villa.

Tonight, the moon was half-hidden by dark clouds—the perfect weather for murder and robbery.

In the bushes surrounding the villa.

A few dark figures, almost blending into the night, were slithering silently across the grass like geckos.

They were the most elite special operations team from the Eagle, codenamed "Ghost".

Their equipment was all the most advanced gear currently in service:

Full-band signal shielding suits that could evade infrared thermal imaging;

Silenced magnetic boots that could walk without even stepping on an ant;

Even their breath was filtered by specially made masks, leaving no heat signature behind.

"Captain, thermal imaging is normal, drone jamming has been activated."

A faint report came from a team member through the earpiece.

The captain lay in the grass, staring intently at the brightly lit villa through high-magnification night vision goggles.

His eyes were cold, filled with disdain for this mission.

"Received."

The captain lowered his voice, his tone laced with a hint of mockery:

"That idiot Jack actually fell into the hands of a group of aunties last time; it was simply a disgrace."

"Remember, our target this time is very clear."

"No killing, no arson."

"Just catch that yellow mouse!"

To be honest, when he received the mission briefing, he almost thought his superiors had lost their minds.

Deploying a tactical team of their level, traveling halfway across the globe, just to steal a mouse?

This was like using an intercontinental ballistic missile to kill a mosquito!

"Captain, target confirmed."

The observer's voice suddenly turned strange, "It's... it's in the yard."

The captain adjusted the focus of his night vision goggles.

He saw that in the small garden with a fountain on the first floor of the villa.

On a mini, obviously custom-made, pet lounge chair.

A yellow, furry ball was lying on it, sprawled out.

Its belly was facing the sky, its two short little legs were kicked up comfortably, and half an unfinished high-energy battery was resting by its mouth.

Moonlight spilled onto it, and its smooth fur even shimmered with a faint golden light.

It looked...

Extremely adorable, extremely harmless.

"This is that S-class threat?"

The captain's mouth twitched, feeling like his intelligence had been insulted.

Had those old men at the intelligence agency gone crazy?

Just this thing?

A biological weapon? A strategic threat?

Wouldn't it just explode if you stepped on it?

"This is too lacking in challenge."

The captain sighed and gave the order into the microphone:

"Move out."

"Be quick, don't alert the people inside the house."

"Grab it and leave immediately; we might still make it back in time for a midnight snack."

"Yes!"

The four team members vaulted over the wall like ghosts.

Their movements were fluid, perfectly avoiding the blind spots of all the cameras, and even the infrared sensor lines in the yard were shielded by their jammers.

Must admit, professionals are just different.

In comparison, Zhao Gang and the others responsible for the villa's security had indeed not yet discovered these few "mice" that had snuck in.

After all, who would have thought that someone would come fully armed to steal a pet?

The captain led the way, silently creeping up to the side of the small lounge chair.

Up close.

This "mouse" was sleeping soundly, its little belly rising and falling, occasionally smacking its lips, seemingly having a sweet dream.

It had no idea that danger was descending upon it.

"Little thing, consider yourself unlucky."

The captain sneered and pulled out a special, insulated bag from his waist, said to be able to block electromagnetic waves.

He couldn't even be bothered to use a tranquilizer gun.

For a pet that only knows how to act cute, just grabbing it by the neck and stuffing it into the bag was enough.

It didn't even require both hands.

The captain reached out with his large hand, clad in a tactical glove.

The black leather glove shimmered with a cold luster under the moonlight.

His five fingers spread open like an inescapable net, slowly and firmly reaching toward that defenseless yellow ball.

At this very moment.

In the study on the second floor of the villa.

Jiang Chen, who was discussing the "Phase II Photonic Chip Project" with Academician Chen Shuyin, suddenly stopped talking.

He frowned and glanced at the watch on his wrist.

There was a red dot that only he could see, flashing frantically.

"What's wrong?" Academician Chen Shuyin asked.

"It's nothing."

Jiang Chen curled his lips into a strange smile and pointed downstairs:

"It's just that some people don't listen to advice."

"I've already said to pay attention to electrical safety, but some people insist on touching high-voltage lines."

In the yard downstairs.

The captain's fingers finally touched that soft and warm fur.

It felt nice.

He thought to himself.

However.

Just at the moment he was preparing to give a firm grab and lift this "trophy" up.

Pikachu, who had been sleeping soundly.

Its pair of iconic pointed ears suddenly...

Twitched.

Immediately after.

That pair of tightly closed big eyes opened without any warning.

In its dark, round pupils, there was no confusion from just waking up.

Only a sense of—

Bed-headed grumpiness.

"Pi... ka?"

A low murmur, filled with questions yet brimming with a dangerous aura, echoed in the quiet yard.

The captain's movements froze.

He saw.

The two cute red circles on the cheeks of this "mouse".

Suddenly.

Lit up.