"Good morning, it is eight o'clock in the morning on December 9, 3027. Dear citizens, it will rain from 14:00 to 16:00 today. Citizens who like rainy days must not miss it..."
In the morning light, with the upcoming morning rush hour, the marquee announcement sounded on time, but the announcer seemed to be a different person, his tone was calm and gentle, no longer as if he had been injected with chicken blood before the war.
Originally, the eight morning broadcast ended here, but recently a new sentence was added.
"The Civil Service Examination of the New Order Joint Conference will be held at the end of this month. Residents of the appropriate age who are over 17 years old are requested to register in time and prepare actively for the exam. Finally, let us thank Xi'an together."
The sound of the announcement resounded through Beijing and floated into an old employee apartment on the outskirts of Ise business district.
Room 4502.
"Are you coming back for lunch today?"
"This meeting is very important. It probably won't be over for a while. You can just eat in the cafeteria," Via kissed his wife on the forehead with a gentle tone.
"Well, remember to take your medicine after lunch," my wife ordered.
"Don't worry," Wea put on her coat and walked out of the house.
The corridor, which is not wide, is piled with cabinets and sundries, and some residents even have their kitchens outside. Fortunately, most of the workers leave early, so there are far fewer people at this time.
Wea walked in a hurry, and everyone he met along the way smiled and greeted him.
"Good morning, Mr. Via."
"Morning," Via smiled back.
"Oh, good morning Secretary-General."
"Zhao Zao, hey, is your hand feeling better?" Wea asked with concern.
"That's much better. Thank you for your concern."
"Secretary-General."
"Old Via~"
"Mr. Via."
Sincere greetings came one after another, for no other reason than that Mr. Via, as the second-largest figure in the "Alliance of Human Destiny" and the deputy secretary-general, has spent his whole life working hard for the citizens at the bottom of the city. He sincerely works for the welfare of people, but he has always lived in such a dilapidated apartment. There is no airship, no motor vehicle, and he rarely even wears new clothes. There is only one wife at home who has been with him for decades but still loves him.
This is Mr. Via, and everyone loves him.
Surrounded by neighbors, Via had pale hair and a tall body, with an amiable smile on his face. Until he boarded the public pontoon, the neighbors waved and watched him leave before going their separate ways to start today's work.
after an hour.
The slow public pontoon stopped at the New Order Joint Conference Station, which was still a block away from the Joint Conference headquarters building.
After walking on this road for decades, Wea was in no hurry and was inconspicuous in the crowd. No one could have imagined that the "relief" he had received every month in the past few months was from this ordinary old man. A plan that was made possible by one's own efforts.
After more than ten minutes, Via panted up the steps and walked into the main entrance of the Joint Conference Headquarters Building.
Many people noticed him and bowed to greet him.
"Mr. Via."
"Good morning, Mr. Via."
…
Via responded with a smile and walked to the elevator.
The elevator that was about to close was crowded with people. When he appeared, someone immediately came out and said, "Mr. Via, please..."
"I'll wait for the next class. Come on, kid," Wea waved her hand quickly.
"Hey, uh-huh," the young man stood back.
The people in the elevator smiled knowingly. Everyone knew what kind of person Mr. Via was. If you were too polite, the old man would become anxious.
The elevator door closes.
Via stood there quietly.
Ding.
Another elevator reaches the first floor.
Wea looked around and walked in alone.
Just as the elevator door was about to close, a childish voice suddenly sounded: "Hey, hey, wait a minute, wait a minute."
Via quickly reached out and pressed the door button.
next moment.
A girl with messy hair rushed in, but because she was so anxious, the documents in her arms fell into the elevator with a crash.
"Sorry, sorry," the girl hurriedly knelt down to pick it up.
"It's okay, kid," Wea leaned over and helped pick up a few pieces of paper. She found that there was the logo of the Human Destiny Alliance on the header, and asked softly, "You work for the Destiny Alliance?"
"Well," the girl picked up a document that was soaked with coffee on the floor, her eyes suddenly turned red, "I just joined the job the day before yesterday, and I, I messed up..."
She was as white as a porcelain doll, with a slightly raised nose, thin lips, and a green peach-like taste all over her body.
Wea stared at her annoyed expression, her watery eyes were like blue waves under a crescent moon.
A faint, fresh fragrance that belongs to a girl wafts faintly.
"It's okay, kid," Wea smiled softly, "This is just a small mistake. I think your superiors won't mind."
"Thank you..." The girl looked up and was stunned, "Are you...Mr. Via?"
"Yes," Via handed over the document in her hand.
"I'm sorry, sorry, sorry," the girl kept bowing and took the document with both hands. At this time, the elevator door opened and she ran out as if she was running away.
After a moment, Via stepped out of the elevator and looked in the direction where the girl disappeared. Her pupils shrank and a smile appeared on her lips.
Just now, while passing the document, he touched the girl's finger.
Run.
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The Ise business district was very busy at noon, and it was simply a poor man's street.
After the war, the criss-crossing covered bridges in mid-air had not yet been repaired, and the sunlight from the sky shone directly on the streets. On both sides of the narrow streets, countless people set out stalls, selling various gadgets, most of them. It is a handmade product, and of course there have been many stalls selling fruit in the past two days.
The post-war supplies distributed by the joint meeting to the residents included fresh fruits from Xi'an. In previous years, these were very expensive, but now many poor people are reluctant to eat them and simply sell them. Starting from the beginning of the month, people who have received supplies have gradually The stall was set up in the Ise business district. After all, the people who come here are poor people. Spending dozens of yuan to buy an apple as a gift to the girl you love is totally worth it.
In the crowd, Tao Yiran was eating an apple in her hand, looking around. There were so many interesting gadgets that she could hardly see them all. Next to her, Dou Ming was wearing wrinkled jeans and a T-shirt. His eyes seemed to be glued to Tao Yiran.
She laughed, and he laughed stupidly.
If it weren't for the gang's rules, he was not allowed to wear that black suit when he was not on a mission. He actually wanted to let the people around him know that he was a member of the Spade. Now in Zhongjing, he was just walking sideways. He was definitely worthy of the person next to him. beautiful girl.
Unfortunately, every time he thought this way, he soon became a little frustrated. Tao Yiran also applied for the joint conference. With her intelligence, she would have no problem passing the exam.
How could a girl who worked at the joint conference headquarters look down on someone at the bottom of a gang?
"Hey, does this look good?" Tao Yiran squatted down in front of a stall, picked up a hand-woven hairpin, put it on his head and gestured.
"Hey, it looks good," Dou Ming grinned.
"What about this one?" Tao Yiran changed another one.
"This one looks good too."
"Hmph," Tao Yiran put down his hairpin and said angrily, "You can say which one looks good."
Dou Ming scratched his head: "It just looks good."
Sudden.
A joking voice sounded: "He's right, beauties are all beautiful."
Tao Yiran turned around and looked, stunned for a moment, his expression suddenly became tense, he lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry." After saying that, he pulled Dou Ming and left.
"Wait a minute, why are you in a hurry?" The speaker was a young Asian man in a leather jacket and leather trousers. Half of his face had been mechanically modified, exposing his white gums.
Before he finished speaking, a group of people gathered around him.
"What do you want to do?" Dou Ming pulled Tao Yiran behind him.
"Fuck, what are you doing..." someone sneered, "Since last month, this has been Qinghetu's territory. Did you come here... and buy a ticket?"
"What ticket should I buy?" Dou Ming frowned, and Tao Yiran behind him tightly grabbed the corner of his clothes, his joints turning white from nervousness.
"Admission ticket," the leather-coated man grinned, "I'm sorry, the rules were just set three minutes ago, well, I made them."
"How much?"
"Ten thousand."
Dou Ming had no expression on his face and slowly put his right hand into his trouser pocket.
"Fuck... I can't tell you're pretty damn rich," the leather-clad man's words caused a burst of laughter.
However.
next moment.
Dou Ming took out a playing card, held it between his fingers, and threw it to the ground.
This action made everyone stunned and looked down at the same time.
Ace of spades.
"..."
The man in leather clothes immediately picked up the card, stepped forward and hugged Dou Ming's shoulders: "Hey, I told you earlier, Spade's brother?" At the same time, he quietly put the card back into Dou Ming's trouser pocket.
Throw cards at the ground and fight until death.
This is a way for members of the Spades to resolve personal grudges. It was originally intended to show that the next life and death had nothing to do with the Spades. However, as the Spades became more and more powerful under the leadership of K, this action often meant that you provoked the entire Spades.
"What do you mean?" There was no smile on Dou Ming's face.
"Don't, brother, misunderstanding, a little misunderstanding is not worth throwing cards," the leather-clad man whispered, "Who doesn't know, Mr. K and Queen Sonoya are all friends of our boss, and we all work together. Brother, it’s not necessary, I will make amends to you.”
Dou Ming looked at him as if looking at a corpse.
"Forget it," Tao Yiran tugged at the corner of Dou Ming's clothes.
There are already many people standing around to watch, and there is a tendency for more and more people to gather.
suddenly.
There was a vibration. Dou Ming lowered his head and saw the number displayed on the bracelet. He broke away from the leather-clad man's arm, took out the earphones and put them on, and connected the voice call.
No one spoke in the headset, only a rhythmic tapping sound came out, and then the call was interrupted.
Dou Ming took a deep breath, glanced back at the man in leather, and pulled Tao Yiran out of the business district.
All the members of Qinghetu breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, and then looked at each other in confusion.
The posture just now meant that Spades was about to make another big move?
More than ten minutes later.
Dou Ming put Tao Yiran on the public pontoon and told him: "Go home directly. If those people still dare to harass you and you can't get through my bracelet, you will get beaten by Brother Liwei."
"Yeah, they definitely don't dare," Tao Yiran stood at the hatch, turned around and gave Dou Ming a hug, "Be careful."
"good."
Dou Ming smiled and nodded. After watching the floating boat go away, he waited for a while and boarded another floating boat belonging to Spades.
As soon as they sat down, the co-pilot said in a low voice: "Hand ring."
Dou Ming took off his bracelet and handed it over. At the same time, the person next to him used a handheld instrument to scan his whole body to confirm that there was no other device that could communicate with the outside world.
"From now on, be silent."
Dou Ming nodded, sat up straight, and stared at his hands on his legs.
The floating boat sped along and picked up a few more people in four places.
Everyone handed over their bracelets and remained silent, not even making eye contact.
after an hour.
The pontoon boat entered a manor in the villa area in the north of the city and stopped at the back door of the main building.
Everyone got out of the car. Dou Ming lowered his head and followed the leader through the back door and the long corridor to a room.
Someone said: "Change clothes."
Dou Ming found the cabinet with his name temporarily written on it, took out the black suit inside and put it on. There was no expression on his face, but he felt a little strange in his heart.
In addition to the suit he usually wears during action, he also has a long black windbreaker and a round hat.
However, he did not hesitate at all and dressed neatly.
"Get the gun."
This is really about action.
Dou Ming felt no emotion in his heart. It was only when it was his turn that he discovered that the gun he had been issued was a very old gun. He had forgotten its official name, but only remembered that it was nicknamed the Chicago Typewriter.
He casually checked the drum and found that there were no bullets inside.
When he raised his head, everyone present also noticed this problem, and they all looked puzzled.
"Follow me," the leader turned and walked out of the room.
Dou Ming followed him, and the moment he walked out of the room, he felt a rare sense of nervousness, because he was not used to this action without Levi.
However, what they didn't expect was that as soon as everyone came out of the room, they were led to the room diagonally opposite.
The room was small and dark, with only rows of benches in the middle of the floor, and an Activision Connect hanging on the wall opposite the benches.
"Sit next to each other."
A dozen people carrying guns sat side by side on the bench, regardless of front or rear.
Dou Ming sat in the second row, looking up at Activision Internet.
Someone probably needs to come and explain the mission to them. It's so formal. It seems that this time... it's very dangerous.
He suddenly thought of Tao Yiran. When he sent her to the car just now, he should have secretly kissed her on the cheek.
At this time.
The leader's voice came from behind: "You go a little over there and give up the middle position, yes, go further in, um, okay."
There was a sound of movement, and it was clear that a person's space was vacant behind him.
at last.
The leader walked up to everyone and said calmly: "Hand out things."
The man at the door approached and gave everyone cigarettes, lighters and water.
"From now on, you are sitting here. You are not allowed to move around freely until new orders are sent. You can talk, smoke, and drink water."
"yes."
There were scattered responses from the crowd.
The leader turned and left, closing the door behind him.
This time Dou Ming was completely confused.
What's the meaning? Just sit here?
The curtains were drawn in the room, revealing a hazy yellow light, and the air was a bit solemn.
Sudden.
Activision Internet lit up and started playing the second episode of "Hansel and Friends" Season 101. Everyone present had seen this episode, and the main content was a gang fight.
The basic version of Activision Internet projects a light curtain and plays the picture.
There were whispers around, and after listening for a while, Dou Ming realized that even the few elderly people present had never encountered such actions. Whether it was a fight or an escort mission, there was no reason to gather people and sit here to watch TV series. .
However, action is action.
soon.
I don’t know who said the conclusion: the drum drum is out of bullets, maybe the time for action has not been determined yet, everyone can just wait.
So, everyone relaxed and watched the TV series silently, and some people lit up cigarettes.
Slowly, they became involved in the plot and became focused.
Someone was holding a gun with a stern expression, someone tilted his head, lit a cigarette, and then slowly exhaled a puff of smoke. Someone took off his round hat and stretched out his hand to rub the end of his eyebrows.
The changing light and shadow illuminated everyone's face, and the smoke passed through the light and shadow, lingering softly.
in another room.
Six light curtains form a ring, showing scenes in the same room from different angles.
Yuan Quan stood in front of the light screen, staring at the screen, and suddenly raised his hand.
A freeze-frame photo appeared on the light screen in the middle. In the picture, in a dimly lit room, more than a dozen gang members sat side by side, raising their heads slightly at the same angle, staring in one direction.
The height of the camera is the same as the level of their faces. They have different expressions. The concentration on their faces, whether they are distracted, worried, or gloomy, are accurately captured by the camera.
"That's it," Yuan Quan danced and gestured to the photo, "that's the temperament, the wear on the sleeves, the old blood stains on the collar, the demeanor, yes, it's all right, look, this young man, he is distracted, Great, that’s it.”
Andrea walked up to her and smiled: "Put the character in and try it."
next moment.
In the photo, Andrea appears among the group of gang members.
Andrea was wearing a bright red dress, with her fingers spread wide and pressed in front of her mouth, her eyes widened in an exaggerated expression of surprise.
The red among the silent black immediately stood out.
"Change," Andrea waved.
This time Hans appeared in the middle. He was wearing suspenders and a bright yellow shirt. He held up the suspenders on his chest with his thumbs, tilted his head sideways, curled his lips, and made an exaggerated "heroic" expression.
Yuan Quan and Andrea smiled at each other.
The perfect new show poster!
In the corner of the room, Li Liang pursed his lips, turned around and asked, "What are these two people excited about?"
K leaned back in his chair and said casually: "I don't know."
Pfft.
Cain chuckled, "They probably think gangs are cool."
"..."
Li Liang stroked his forehead and said helplessly: "I'd better go to the meeting with the psychic."
"Come on, you'll have to take a poster soon," Cain gloated.
Li Liang stood up and said casually:
"Let them put me up."
