66: Chapter 66: An American agent stole an invisibility cloak, but ended up stuck in the women's bathhouse.

Late at night, Tianhai City.

Neon lights painted this city that never sleeps in a bizarre and psychedelic glow.

In a dark alleyway, Jack was making final adjustments to his equipment.

As an ace CIA agent with the codename "007," he was currently clutching that lump of grayish fabric, his eyes gleaming with an almost fanatical excitement.

This was the "beggar version" of an invisibility cloak he had bought at a high price from a scalper for fifty thousand yuan.

"Beggar version?" Jack sneered, skillfully draping the cloth over himself.

"That Jiang Chen is a real idiot, selling such a strategic-grade divine artifact as a raincoat. As long as I can bring it back to headquarters and crack it a little..."

"Swish!"

As he fastened the buttons, Jack's body vanished into thin air under the dim streetlights.

He raised his hand, looking at the empty cuff, a sense of indescribable control surging within him.

Perfect.

It was truly a masterpiece of God.

There was no heat leakage, nor any optical distortion. Even a picky professional like him couldn't find a single flaw.

"Next, it's time for real business."

Jack's target was the heavily guarded "Sweet Potato Base" located in the Western Suburbs.

But before that, according to the agent protocol, he had to conduct a final real-world stress test of the equipment in a high-risk, high-density environment.

Where to test it?

The police station? Too far.

The bank? It's closed.

Jack's gaze swept across the street and locked onto a massive sign flickering with ambiguous pink lights—[Tianhai No. 1 Royal Bath Center].

"This is the place." Jack's mouth curled into a confident arc.

Such a place was densely populated, the environment was complex, and it was full of mirrors and surveillance cameras. If he could move through there as if no one was around, infiltrating a military base would be a piece of cake.

Moreover, as a normal man, he did have a little bit of... academic curiosity about that mysterious "women's bath" area.

Bath center lobby.

"Welcome! One male guest!" The greeter shouted at the top of his lungs, only to find no one at the door.

"What the hell?" The young man scratched his head, thinking the wind had blown the sensor door open.

He had no idea that right under his nose, a fully armed invisible man, with a Glock pistol at his waist and draped in a rag, was strutting right inside.

Jack walked steadily.

He passed through the changing room, the cafeteria, and even mischievously took a slice of watermelon from an old man watching TV.

No one noticed. Everyone was busy with their own business, completely unaware that the Grim Reaper had just brushed past them.

"Too powerful." Jack marveled inwardly, his sense of inflation reaching its peak.

"With this thing, I am the shadow, the ghost, the king of this world!"

With this invincible mindset, he headed straight for the door with the pink curtain.

The women's bath area.

The moment he lifted the curtain, a thick wave of heat, scented with body wash, hit his face.

Inside, it was foggy, with the sound of splashing water.

Jack held his breath and tried to walk as lightly as possible, like an elegant cat, stepping into this forbidden zone for men.

He didn't have any dirty thoughts—at least that's what he told himself.

He just wanted to test if this invisibility cloak remained stable in an extreme environment of high humidity and multiple mirror reflections.

"Splash—"

In the massive bath, dozens of figures of all shapes and sizes were faintly visible.

Some were soaking, some were scrubbing backs, and others were chatting in the sauna.

Standing by the pool, looking at this scene that only appeared in dreams, Jack's heart inevitably skipped a beat.

"Calm down, Jack, you are a professional." He cautioned himself inwardly. "This is just part of the mission."

He stepped further inside, preparing to find a spot with a clear view to record some data and then retreat.

However, he had only taken two steps when he felt something was wrong.

The invisibility cloak, which had originally felt weightless, suddenly became somewhat heavy.

Following that was a sticky, damp sensation, like plastic wrap stuck to his body that had gotten wet.

"What's going on?" Jack frowned and subconsciously reached out to touch it.

Wet. It was all water.

The steam here was too intense, and the air humidity had long exceeded 90%. And that "reveals when wet" patch that Jiang Chen had specially added was, at this moment, faithfully executing its code logic.

"Bzzzt—" A faint sound, like an electrical short circuit, rang out.

Before Jack could react, he noticed the surrounding atmosphere had suddenly changed.

The originally noisy bath area went dead silent, as if a mute button had been pressed.

The aunties and middle-aged women who were chatting, scrubbing backs, or soaking in the baths all stopped what they were doing.

Dozens of pairs of eyes looked directly in his direction.

That look. It went from initial confusion, to shock, to disbelief, and finally transformed into overwhelming rage and murderous intent.

Jack froze.

He looked down at himself.

The originally transparent invisibility cloak had now, because it was soaked with water, turned into a semi-transparent gray raincoat that clung tightly to his body.

Not only did it fail to hide him, but because of the wet-body effect, it clearly outlined his tactical vest, his thigh holster, and his stunned foreign face.

Revealed? It's revealed just like that?!

"Fuck..." Jack's mind went blank, and a thousand words condensed into one desperate curse.

Wasn't it supposed to be high-tech? Wasn't it supposed to be quantum camouflage? How the hell was it less waterproof than a piece of plastic sheeting!

Just then. Next to the scrubbing station closest to him.

A burly middle-aged woman from Northeast China, with arms thicker than Jack's thighs, was clutching a red scrubbing towel—her signature weapon.

The woman stared at this fully armed foreign man who had suddenly appeared, stunned for two seconds.

Then, a roar that could shatter glass and pierce the clouds exploded within the enclosed bath area:

"Catch the pervert!!!"

This shout was like a bugle call for an attack.

The entire women's bath area instantly erupted.

"Holy crap! Where did this pervert come from?!"

"And he's a foreign devil? Dressing like this to peep?!"

"Sisters! Grab your weapons! Don't let him get away!"

"You dare watch me bathe? If I don't scrub a layer of skin off you today, I'll take your last name!"

The women who were originally gentle instantly transformed into berserk female warriors.

Plastic basins, shampoo bottles, and even heavy wooden stools rained down on Jack like raindrops.

"Misunderstanding! This is truly a misunderstanding!" Jack tried to explain in Chinese while scurrying away with his head covered. "I walked into the wrong door! I'm actually blind!"

"Blind my ass!" The scrubbing auntie from earlier lunged forward in one stride, her agility surpassing that of a special forces soldier.

She grabbed Jack by the collar, her powerful hand pressing him directly onto the soapy floor tiles.

"Smack!" A loud slap.

"A blind man with a gun? Do you think this is CS?"

The auntie straddled him, her scrubbing towel tightening around his neck. "I've been scrubbing backs my whole life, but I've never scrubbed a foreign devil! Today, I'll give you the full package!"

"Help! SOS!" Jack tried to resist.

He was a strictly trained combat expert; dealing with two or three strong men would be a breeze.

But the problem was, at this moment, those surrounding him weren't strong men.

They were a group of naked, enraged aunties with off-the-charts combat power!

Among them were square dancers, pig butchers, and even retired judo athletes!

A dozen hands held down his limbs simultaneously.

Some pulled his hair, some pinched his thighs, and others used showerheads to pour water into his mouth.

Jack's proud combat skills were completely useless in this sea of "people's war" that was chaotic yet airtight.

He wanted to draw his gun.

But the moment his hand touched the holster, a woman holding a soap dish smashed it hard against his wrist.

"You dare reach for a weapon? Beat him!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" A flurry of punches rained down.

This ace CIA agent, who had once infiltrated The Pentagon and emerged unscathed from countless hails of bullets, was now curled up on the slippery floor like a bullied elementary school student, letting out miserable wails.

He never imagined that his glorious career as an agent would end in a... bathhouse.

And in such an extremely shameful way that it was worthy of being recorded in history.

Ten minutes later.

When the patrol cars of the Tianhai City police arrived with sirens wailing and rushed into the women's bath area, they witnessed a world-famous painting.

The fully armed foreign man had been stripped down to his underwear, covered in bruises, and was tied up on a scrubbing bed.

The scrubbing auntie was standing with one foot on his chest, holding the confiscated Glock pistol, pointing it at his nose, and said to the arriving police officers with an air of dominance:

"Comrade police, you're late."

"This pervert has already been subdued by us."

"Also..."

The auntie looked at the dripping, tattered raincoat on Jack with disdain:

"The quality of this thing is terrible; don't buy stuff from Pinduoduo in the future."