After hearing the conversation between Dominus and the mayor's secretary, Song Lan knew that it would be difficult for her to sleep well tonight.
What he said, "I will take care of it," could not possibly mean going to Roger for a cup of tea and chatting about their life ideals.
Once you do this kind of thing too much, it won't even be considered a psychological burden.
The explosion of the chemical weapons factory caused a great psychological shadow on Roger. Since then, he not only planned to retire from the front line, but also developed a hobby.
Watch underground boxing matches.
In Roger's words, this allowed him to get closer to the city and notice the corners that he had ignored in the past.
On the stage of underground boxing matches, people will risk their lives for a few thousand kilowatts of prize money. The audience who are really keen on boxing matches are often just ordinary working people. The tickets for a match are often worth several times to them. A day's salary, but even so, people still linger.
In addition to the almost primitive savage impulse, the more attractive aspect of underground boxing matches is that as long as you pay, you can enjoy up close the actions of people who have lived worse than them, since they were locked in the iron cage of the match. At that moment, the identity of "human" disappeared and was replaced by two beasts biting each other in order to survive.
When one of the beasts falls, those in the audience can clearly feel the feeling of being "alive."
Song Lan couldn't understand the complex emotions Roger summed up through underground boxing matches. He had never been interested in this kind of sport, but on this night, he came to the opposite side of an underground boxing ring.
To be more precise, he was standing on the roof of a building, having a bird's eye view of the street scene in front of the stadium.
Neon lights and car trails formed a line, and between them were crowds of people coming and going, with expressionless faces, walking forward like zombies.
Late at night.
This is the underground boxing arena where Roger comes most often. On the way here, Song Lan has already confirmed via text message that there will be a high-profile match here tonight.
And for the killers hired by Dominus, this is also an excellent place to start.
The cheers of the audience overwhelmed everything else. In the hysterical carnival, even if the people around them died, they might not notice it.
"Master, don't we go in?"
Elmon asked curiously.
"The scene inside is not suitable for you."
Song Lan put his arms on the edge of the rooftop. The cold night wind made him tighten his windbreaker, "Just wait here."
The person he was paying attention to was a ragged homeless man.
With the high unemployment rate in District 17, it is quite normal to see a homeless man. However, in the past ten minutes, this homeless man drank more than ten bottles of mineral water, but even so, it seems that There was no way he could satisfy his hunger.
The tramp has no money, but he has a hammer.
Bangs covered half of his eyes, and the other eye revealed ferocity and mania. This is how he walked into a supermarket and brought out more than a dozen bottles of mineral water.
It looked like a sign of drug addiction, but half an hour ago, he looked different.
Sitting on the roadside and thinking about life, until someone stood beside him.
The man in an expensive black suit chatted with him for a long time. The two seemed to hate each other. Then the man in the suit invited the man into the supermarket. Song Lan didn’t know what happened in the supermarket, but since the two said goodbye, the homeless man became It looks like this now.
Yes, just now, Song Lan witnessed the whole process of a homeless man being bewitched.
He believes it will also be very educational for Elmon.
Maybe Dominus has a point.
In District 17, you can't expect someone to suddenly come to your side. The person who communicates with you in a friendly manner must be a good person, even if he is wearing the uniform of the Inspection Department.
The homeless man's symptoms soon became unbearable. His hands kept scratching at his neck and face, leaving streaks of blood on his skin.
When he lowered his head and saw the blood on his fingertips, he suddenly showed an expression of realization.
As if he had received some kind of instruction out of thin air, he crossed the road as if there was no one around. Amidst a burst of sudden braking and the driver's scolding, he came to the trash can across the street. He stuck his head into the trash can and dug inside. After waiting for a long time, I rummaged through and found a black plastic bag.
He opened the plastic bag and took out the automatic rifle inside.
When the driver, who was cursing non-stop, saw this, he immediately shrank his head in fear, fearing that the homeless man would directly empty the magazine at them.
However, the homeless man never seemed to care about the angry comments of others. He skillfully checked the magazine, loaded the gun, and pulled the bolt.
Then, he glanced at the underground boxing ring.
At this moment, Song Lan finally understood Dominus's plan.
At the end of the underground boxing gym, he suddenly encountered a crazed homeless man and was shot several times and died, thus ending his short life.
From all angles, it was undoubtedly an accident.
In District 17, there are many people who feel revengeful because of their unemployment, and no one will suspect the inspection department.
Seeing this scene, passers-by already called the police.
But before law enforcement officers arrive upon hearing the news, tragedy will occur.
"Master, stop him quickly!"
Almon suddenly became anxious when he saw that the homeless man seemed to have heard the call of some kind of mission and walked straight to the underground boxing ring with a gun on his shoulder.
"He can't get anywhere."
Song Lan still leaned forward in a relaxed manner, seemingly not taking action at all. He just watched as the homeless man carrying a gun crossed the dividing line of the road again.
The next moment, his body flew several meters away due to the violent impact. After landing, he rolled a few times before stopping.
The scream came belatedly, and it took passers-by more than ten seconds to figure out what was happening in front of them.
This homeless man who seemed to want to make big news was hit by a car in the blink of an eye.
The rifle slipped a long way and was successfully captured by enthusiastic citizens who were the first to react.
Song Lan slowly stood up, her expression became serious, and she said to Almon in a warning tone, "Because he did not obey the traffic rules."
After such a hit, I'm afraid I'll have to stay in the hospital for several days.
Didn't obey the traffic rules?
Elmon was startled.
He had seen on the search engine that there were indeed such things as traffic rules in the city.
Stop when the light is red, go when the light is green, and you must read the traffic signals clearly.
However, that was obviously not the case just now.
He clearly saw the car, which was dozens of meters away, appear next to the homeless man in the blink of an eye, and then there was the scene of the homeless man being hit.
Time jumped again.
Just like what he saw that day.
