Staring at the blindfold-shaped terminal in his hand, Mitchell couldn't make up his mind for a long time. The power that came and went without a trace was so mysterious that Mitchell once experienced the powerlessness of his own destiny being out of his control, but...

He couldn't refuse, because the other party made it clear to him that they wanted to grant him this power.

But what is the price? Mitchell didn't ask at that time. He knew very well that even if the other party answered truthfully, he would not believe it even if the other party answered truthfully.

Mitchell wore a blindfold, which was his choice.

It was a quiet space, with small bridges and flowing water, and green bricks and black tiles. Mitchell was not an Oriental and had no in-depth contact with Oriental culture. His most understanding of the Orient came from the East Asia Office of MI6. His feelings for the Orient

It's more jealousy and indifference.

"Please take a seat." The kind man cleaned the purple sand tea set, and the lingering steam dispersed in the air and was blown to Mitchell's face by the breeze, bringing a certain bitter tea fragrance.

Although they are at opposite ends of the Eurasian continent, mainland China and the British Isles have the same passion for tea.

"Is there any sugar and milk?" Mitchell sat down.

"You can try it first and then decide whether you need it or not." The man handed him a cup of tea and looked at him calmly.

"Well... I don't need it, I can't have it." Mitchell recalled the slightly bitter taste on the tip of his tongue and shook his head.

"There is no best, only the right one." The man said leisurely.

"Maybe." Mitchell said noncommittally, "I know you mean to say that joining you is the best thing for me, but there is never goodwill without reason in this world. What's the benefit of letting me join in?"

"Don't ask what others can do for you, ask what you can do for others." The man looked at Mitchell with great satisfaction, "You are a truly smart person, and it is rare to meet smart people like you these days.

Already."

"Smartness does not necessarily mean self-knowledge does." Mitchell has a very clear positioning of himself. He knows that he is not a proud man, so he has always been prepared to do things.

"This is called smart." The man cleaned the tea cup and handed him the second cup of tea.

"Milk and honey?" Mitchell tasted the taste of tea from his hometown. This is a wonderful experience that can only be found in the virtual space.

"Are we in reality?" the man asked with a smile.

"Of course not, do you think I'm a barbarian who doesn't understand anything?" Mitchell said angrily.

"If we lived in this world for a hundred years, would you still think that you are not in reality?" The man's face remained normal, but he said unbelievable words.

"You, you guys?!" Mitchell stared at the man in front of him in astonishment, the curious news he had inadvertently heard from MI5 flashing through his mind.

"Remember who we are?" the man asked with a smile.

"Dream Maker... is indeed not a single criminal, you are an organization." Of course, Mitchell thought of the other party's identity. This mysterious criminal group is like the Loch Ness Monster in the criminal world. Everyone has heard of it, but few can understand it.

Catch them on their trail.

"So what do you think makes us who we are as an organization?"

"I'm not sure, you don't look like a collection of happy criminals, because what happy criminals enjoy most is the moment when they are talked about by the public. No happy criminal is willing to tolerate his 'work' being shared with others for a long time.

." Numerous thoughts were running through Mitchell's mind, but he still couldn't come up with the correct answer.

"If I say that we are here to safeguard justice, do you believe it?" The man smiled, obviously he didn't believe what he said.

"This is the funniest joke I've heard this year." Mitchell laughed.

"But it is true." The man's expression suddenly darkened, "We were once a vigilante organization, with the purpose of allowing some people who are between those who deserve death and those who do not deserve death to find the most suitable way of existence on this earth."

"Put their brains into a glass jar?" Mitchell had heard in detail about the methods used by dreamers.

"Let them live in their dreams forever until the nutrition tube is removed or they die of brain failure. If it is the latter, the average life span will be much higher than that of ordinary people." The man nodded.

"That's not living, that's going to prison in disguise." Mitchell frowned, and he didn't even want to imagine that he would end up like that.

"People in jail don't feel it at all." The man seemed to want to defend his behavior, "Don't you think this is more humane?"

"So this is the reason why you convince yourself to do evil?" Mitchell looked at the other party sarcastically.

"Yes, I also think it's ridiculous to think so." The man became gloomy again.

"Have you ever used this trick to harm someone close to you?" Mitchell noticed sensitively.

"There's a fine line between being smart and being smart," the man warned bluntly.

"I haven't agreed to cooperate with you yet." Mitchell wanted to show his persistence.

"Your logging into this address means you have already made your choice, and we cannot allow you to leave here if you refuse to cooperate." The man looked over with contempt.

"So now I'm trapped in my head." Mitchell's face changed suddenly.

"No, you are trapped in my head now." The man tapped his temple with his fingertips, "After getting your explicit rejection, we will use your people to perform surgery on you."

"Hiss..." Mitchell gasped.

"Anyway, you've decided to agree, right? I'm just responsible for telling you some things to pay attention to within the organization." The man said calmly.

"If you break away or betray, you will end up becoming a brain in a vat." Mitchell smiled bitterly, "No wonder you chose me, probably because I, like you, are afraid of such punishment."

“People of the same kind flock together, and things divide into groups.”

"Well, it seems I don't have a choice, just don't toast me and get a fine drink." Mitchell shook his head depressedly, "What are my benefits and obligations?"

"Join us, and network resources can be used at your disposal. If you have a way to invade other members' network resources, feel free to do so. In addition, if you want help in real life, you can also ask your companions."

"In exchange, I am not allowed to refuse when other people ask for help in real life?" Mitchell probably understands what kind of organization this is. There is actually no essential difference between it and the bureaucratic government, it is just a more covert exchange of interests.

"You are also not allowed to inquire into the real identities of other members. If you are willing to reveal your identity, it doesn't matter." The man continued.

"Besides the police, who are our enemies?" Being so cautious must be guarding against something. Mitchell wanted to know what troubles the dreamers have caused so far.

"Mainly the intelligence agencies of various countries." The man didn't shy away from anything. "The most important thing is the Federal Ministry of Emergency Situations. There seems to be a group of guys behind this department who are eyeing us, and then there are all the others including your old employer MI6.

For internal and external intelligence organizations, after all, the goose leaves a voice and the person leaves a name. Since we have taken actions, we will inevitably leave traces. Not everyone can ignore the temptation to solve an unsolved mystery."

"We also have people over there in the United States?" Mitchell hesitated and asked.

The man smiled and said nothing.

"Can I make my first request now?" Now that I'm on the pirate ship, I naturally want to get the maximum benefit for myself.

"When we seek a partner, we will deliberately choose the time when he needs help the most." The man said frankly.

"Can you change the director of MI6?" Mitchell looked surprised. If he can even do this, the organization he joined is really powerful.

"Yes, but it's not necessary." The man nodded first and then shook his head, "As long as MI6 ignores the Paris intelligence station's escape from control, wouldn't the problem be solved for you?"

"Indeed," Mitchell admired the other party's restrained behavior, "then I will wait for your good news."

"Don't forget, this is not a free trial." The man reminded.

"I know that free is the most expensive." Mitchell certainly understands this truth.

A few days later, for unknown reasons, the Treaty Review Office of the Federal Ministry of Foreign Affairs carried out a series of raids on the gangs in Paris, which had always been on the loose. The intelligence stations of various countries in Paris suffered heavy losses, especially the Scottish gang where Mitchell belonged.

In order to prevent its activities in Paris from arousing further hostility from the already unfriendly federal government, MI6 had to temporarily give up all remote control operations on the Paris intelligence station. In fact, they had no plans to re-activate this possible route.
Chapter completed!