Amidst the undercurrent, the speech day is coming. This will be Aureliano's last and largest speech before the start of the campaign. The location is chosen in the most prosperous downtown square in the 17th arrondissement.
It is conservatively estimated that at least thousands of citizens will go to the downtown area tomorrow.
"I said, what happened to my eldest sister this time? Tomorrow is the day of the speech."
On the eve of Speech Day, different voices emerged from the ranks of law enforcers.
According to the original plan of the combat meeting, they should have persuaded Aureliano to postpone or change the location of his speech. However, since the unhappy ending that day, Lu Xiang had all law enforcement officers withdraw from the downtown area, making it clear that he did not want to speak anymore. Don't care whether this mayoral candidate lives or dies.
Although they have no friendship with the candidate, there is a blaster in the "Black Hand" team. If he is allowed to detonate bombs in the downtown area, the damage will be countless.
Thousands of lives were probably lost in the explosion in the blink of an eye.
"The eldest sister must have her own plans."
Another member of the special operations team said, "When have you ever seen the eldest sister act so impulsively?"
That night, the members of the special operations team took the initiative to work overtime. After learning about the existence of the killer, they could not sleep. Staying in the law enforcement compound could at least guarantee that they would gather as soon as possible and rush to the scene immediately.
"That's true...but my eyelids are twitching constantly, and I always have an ominous premonition."
"I advise you to read less superstitious things. Your eyelids are twitching just because you haven't had a good rest in the past few days. Anyway, there is nothing to do now. You go to sleep for a while. I will watch from here. If there is any sign of trouble, I will call Wake you up."
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Tonight, the special operations team was not the only one working overtime.
Song Lan once again broke the routine of sleeping, left home late at night, and headed to the downtown area with Elmon.
If you want to install explosives, the night before the speech day is undoubtedly an excellent time to do it.
Enforcers' enemies are working all night, so how can he sleep well as a member of the Enforcers department?
Elmon is proud of himself.
During the incident with Princess Lieyang, he gained confidence and believed that he should take another step forward on the path of being a law enforcer.
And compared to logistics and rescuing people, tonight was the first time he truly faced those heinous criminals.
Excitement overcame fear, and walking through the 17th arrondissement under the night made him truly feel that he was doing something for the city.
He is no longer the one being helped, but uses his power to help others.
"Damn it, aren't these people sleepy?"
Song Lan parked his bicycle on the side of the road. Although it was already past ten o'clock, people were still coming and going on the street. For the people hanging around, this seemed to be the beginning of nightlife.
The colorful lights made his eyes hurt, and the downtown area at night was even more lively than during the day.
This is also the place where the poor and the rich meet most.
The girl who dresses up extremely coquettishly, hoping to change her life through one encounter; the office worker who looks like a candle in the wind and will soon run out of fuel but rushes to the bar without hesitation.
At the other end of the street, there are hover cars with more striking shapes than the other, and black-clad bodyguards that are almost carved out of the same mold.
At this moment, two completely different worlds are converging on the same street.
Song Lan observed for a moment and found that he was the only one riding a bicycle among so many people, which made him look out of place on the street.
Strange.
Don’t people in District 17 like to travel by bicycle?
It is energy-saving and environmentally friendly and can exercise at the same time. He has always been very satisfied with the MK-II he bought. He basically never leaves the car without it when traveling far away.
He is already considering whether to use his position to promote the benefits of cycling on the last page of the third issue of the Law Enforcement Handbook.
"Master, where are the criminals now?"
Elmon looked around curiously, and he only saw a group of people who were having fun to the point of going crazy.
"Did you see it? At the end of this street is the central square of the downtown area, where Aureliano will give a speech tomorrow."
Seeing no one around, Song Lan whispered.
Although he had been mentally prepared before coming, after visiting the scene in person, he really admired the other party's courage - the architectural styles in the downtown area were almost all high-rise buildings with dozens of floors or more. Except for the office buildings of large companies, There are also hotels, romantic venues, bars and other places with a mixed bag of good and bad people.
With so many high-rise buildings crowded together, it will inevitably lead to dense lanes and extremely complex terrain. Even he, a non-professional who has only been exposed to shooting games, can easily see that there are almost dozens of them that can stand up to the city center. The point of the square.
What's more, the real world is different from the game. These buildings are not stickers, and each room can be entered. Before the sniper opens fire, it is impossible to know which room the other party is hiding in.
Song Lan had to criticize Aureliano's comrades - how dare you choose such a place to give your speech in the first place?
This is bad news for law enforcement agencies.
Because their potential mayor is a person with a very poor sense of security.
However, the target they want to deal with tonight is not a sniper, but a notorious blaster among the "Black Hand". In their previous assassination operations, explosions caused thousands of casualties.
Obviously the other party is not the type who has professional qualities and will never involve anyone other than the target.
"Go and take a look at the situation below. In the past seven assassinations, they were all exploded under the podium."
"I understand, Master!"
Elmon's eyes lit up and he drifted straight towards the podium.
At the same time, a tall and thick-set man got off the subway. His skin was tanned, he was wearing a shirt that was in sharp contrast to his body shape, and he had a pair of silver-framed glasses on the bridge of his nose, giving him a coexistence of elegance and wildness. sense of conflict.
The man was humming a little tune and seemed to be in a particularly good mood.
He slowly walked towards the end of the subway station, pushed open the glass door marked "No entry for non-staff", and disappeared at the end of the corner in a flash.
The man walked through the dark corridor with ease and opened the door of the storage room.
In addition to miscellaneous items, there were several inconspicuous packages stacked opposite each other in the storage room. These packages, which looked like travel bags, were bulging and emitted a pungent smell.
The man came to open the zipper and caressed the items inside as if they were treasures.
"Time to get to work."
He muttered to himself, put his bag on his back, and walked deeper out.
