| Probability | Text |
|---|
| 74% | Yes, I am elite. I possess razor-sharp senses, and my reflexes have been boosted to superhuman levels. Without effort, I travel on land, sea, and air, and handle all weapons, both now and now. I have seen and heard unspeakable things, both off and out of this world. I have the license to kill and the license to fetch 24 hours a day. But what will it all leave to me? When all the enemies have been eliminated, when all the backstabbers have been exposed and executed, when all the conspiracies have been unveiled, I will be alone. And in the cold embrace of a Russian spy, I feel even more alone. Alone at the top of the world. For I am a Nachans. For I am a Nachans. | ▶️ |
| 79% | Well, I head to Berkeley where he Meng's older sister and I have been depending upon local | ▶️ |
| 81% | I follow them for half an hour. I run and hide inside the towers. I must succeed and find their shelter must be better than the escorter. Suddenly I can't see them anymore. It is what I have been looking for. They have just entered this nearby building. My man needs to find where they are now. No! | ▶️ |
