[Current world background:
In the year 1999 in the Western calendar, in Xinma Port, a country with a territory of only more than 1,700 square kilometers, there were many gangs and organizations running rampant.
The assignment period is six months and the assignment details are as follows.
Standard one, the sweeper. Reincarnators from outside the world should themselves be a source of change and turmoil. It is required to attract the heartfelt hatred of a hundred people within the mission time limit, and to reach the point where they will fight to the death by any means necessary, and then survive the entire mission safely.
Criterion two, those in power. You don't want to go through fire and water, but you just follow your orders. You still have to climb high and shout, so that everyone will know. He requires his subordinates to take charge of the livelihoods of tens of thousands of people.
Standard three, challenger. Become the strongest individual recognized nationwide in Xinma Port.
Standard Four, Achievers. To combat illegal and criminal activities in Singapore and Macao, it is required that in the last month of the mission, the crime rate be reduced to half of that in the first month.
Standard five, fissioner. Requiring the completion of a certain event will have an impact far beyond Singapore and Malaysia, radiating to the entire East Kaliman allies, and even reverberating across Asia and the world.
If you meet any three of the above standards, you will be considered qualified. The higher the degree of completion, the more generous the reward will be.
Note that you have become an official reincarnation, and the act of posting tasks will be completed outside the world. After entering the task world, your basic identity will be arranged.
Note that the basic identity information, local common language and characters have been transmitted to the reincarnation consciousness.
Dear reincarnator, I wish you joyful strife!
The mission begins! 】
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When the white light faded from Guan Luoyang's eyes, noisy and noisy sounds came.
He is currently sitting at a banquet. There are about eight or nine tables in the entire hotel lobby. There are young and middle-aged men with dyed hair, tattoos and short-sleeved shirts everywhere. The atmosphere is very lively.
The smell of smoke, alcohol, and the heat of various dishes mixed together.
"Xiaoguan, I'm here to celebrate my boss's birthday today. Why are you wearing this costume and bringing props?"
Next to him, a young man with hair like a hedgehog reached out to touch Guan Luoyang's knife.
Guan Luoyang lowered his sleeves and separated his hand. The man didn't touch it, so he gave up and turned around to talk and laugh with the others at the table.
The so-called basic identity is when the official reincarnation intervenes in the mission world. Most of the backgrounds used are insignificant and small characters. They have a certain impression in the minds of the people around them, but they are by no means profound.
Guan Luoyang's identity here is that he was a young man who took a boat from Hong Kong to settle in Xinma Port more than half a month ago. There are many things that he is not familiar with about Xinma Port.
Currently, I have found a job as a walk-on on a film crew, and I have also joined a small local gang. Because the gang leader's nickname is "Steel Wrist", the gang is also named after him.
"good!!!!"
There was a sudden roar in the lobby, as if someone was toasting the boss. He drank it all in one gulp. The boss stood up with his cup, and everyone at each table stood up one after another.
Guan Luoyang also stood for a moment following the people around him. The wine glass was just a disposable thin plastic cup, but the wine inside tasted very pungent.
Many people had already drank, their faces flushed and sweating profusely, and they all looked towards the boss Yan Xiong's position.
Yan Xiong's table was in the middle. Among the ten people at the table, several were wearing suits. Their clothes clearly distinguished them from those around them.
Yan Xiong had a scar on his face and a beer belly. He held up a cup in his right hand, looked around and shouted: "I, Old Yan, am turning 40 today. I have been struggling in this world for forty years. Let's gather together." Such a good group of brothers.”
"I have endured enough hardships in the wind and rain. From now on it will be a good day to collect and distribute money. You just need to remember one sentence, follow me and you will be blessed."
"Okay, the rest is in the wine. Let's do it!"
After Yan Xiong drank it in one gulp, he turned the cup upside down and raised it high, leaving not a drop left.
Strong cheers erupted in the lobby, and everyone put their cups to their mouths, imitating their boss and imitating them.
Guan Luoyang touched his wine glass to his lips, made a gesture, and his ears suddenly moved.
Bang bang bang bang bang bang! ! !
It was like a gunshot, but the sound was lower and much clearer. Suddenly, it overcame the noise of everyone.
The closed door of the hotel became like a sieve, with light filtering through the dense holes.
In the lobby, blood burst out from a dozen people in an instant, and they fell forward and hit the table.
The cups and bowls were in a mess, the steaming braised fish fell to the floor, and the screams of the waiters and the screams of the gang brothers were mixed together.
The broken gate was knocked down by a car, a black convertible with big headlights, and the people in the car were shooting with guns in one hand and throwing smoke bombs by the way.
The smoke bomb rotated on the ground, emitting a large amount of smoke.
Gunshots were fired, and people continued to fall down with blood sprays. Some people put down the tabletop, relied on the pillars and counters in the lobby as cover, and drew their guns to launch a counterattack.
In addition to this car, many people came in, especially a man in a leather jacket and sunglasses who jumped onto the front cover of the convertible from behind, then aimed at Yan Xiong's table and pounced on it.
The tabletop that was leaning on the ground as a cover was kicked to pieces by the man in sunglasses.
Yan Xiong, who was behind the desk, raised his left hand. His suit was torn apart by the violent movement, and silver-white steel plates popped out on both sides of his forearms.
The entire left arm turns out to be a machine made of steel. The area below the wrist imitates the structure of human palms and fingers, showing an iron-gray color. The forearm is shaped like a cylinder, with steel plates popping out from both sides. Sharp cuts.
The man in sunglasses fell to the ground with his feet, making a loud sound, and continued to spin and sweep his legs. After a series of sounds like iron, Yan Xiong's body flew high and fell backwards.
Behind the podium, which was three inches high, were a microphone, a piano, and a mountain of gifts. Yan Xiong's body fell into it, and the man in sunglasses immediately chased after him.
The next moment, various gift boxes flew into the air, and Yan Xiong's body flew backwards again, crashing through the partition made of wallpaper and wooden boards at the back.
Some tough young people took this opportunity to hit the partition together, and the entire wooden partition shattered and fell.
There was no obstruction between the hotel lobby and the courtyard at the back, and the cramped space suddenly opened up.
On the left side of the courtyard is the parking lot, on the right side are the kitchen, ice storage, utility room, etc., and further ahead is the accommodation building.
The gang members who were passively beaten fled into the courtyard and dispersed in these directions. Most of the men in the sunglasses chased after them.
The lobby became empty, with overturned tabletops, dishes and corpses scattered everywhere.
A young man with rough and messy hair, holding his head, hid behind a square concrete pillar.
The lime used to whitewash the surface of the pillar was constantly scratched by the clothes on his back in a small amount, proving that the body was shaking.
When he heard the surroundings quieten down, he cautiously poked his head to one side, and saw a manly smile with a shiny face in front of him.
"ah!"
The strong man in the black vest grabbed his collar with one hand, and the muzzle of the gun with the other hand was already pressed against his forehead, about to pull the trigger.
The young man was so frightened that he could no longer even scream. His pupils were as narrow as needlepoints and his whole body was sluggish and stiff.
Suddenly, the strong man's right hand was hit by an afterimage, and it dropped downwards. The pistol fell to the ground, and the top of his head was hit by the scabbard. His eyes immediately turned white, and he fell to the ground in a state of shock.
The young man's legs were weak and he fell to the ground together with the strong man. His eyes reflected a figure clinging to the ceiling.
Guan Luoyang released his fingers that were pierced into the concrete and fell from the ceiling. Under his feet, he stepped on a pool of blood that snaked from a distance.
The mortality rate for novice reincarnator missions is said to be only 20%, and the risks and benefits are both mediocre.
The tasks of formal reincarnators are completely different.
The information written in the pamphlet was ultimately bland, but only after experiencing it personally did I feel that what was said was true.
Guan Luoyang lowered his eyes and touched the young man's face with his scabbard.
"Hey, do you recognize these people? What are their origins?"
The young man was stunned for a while, then he got up tremblingly and said hurriedly: "I don't know either, no, I recognize it!"
He saw the tattoo on the side of the strong man's neck, pointed with his hand, and suddenly shouted, "It's from Black Spider. Everyone under his command has this kind of tattoo. No, it's not. I heard that only those who can control a fan selling Only the little boss of the line is qualified to get this kind of tattoo."
The young man was still scared and his speech was a bit incoherent.
Guan Luoyang's eyes moved, but his voice became calmer, and he asked again: "Selling fans?"
"That's right. Yes, I heard a while ago that the steel-armed boss robbed their goods and made a fortune..."
