The rotation of the earth and the passage of time are not affected by human will, but will be given different lengths by human senses.
Trivial matters could only occupy a small amount of time during the day. In the evening, late at night, and early in the morning, Guan Luoyang stayed in the basement for a long time, accompanied by the low temperature, and continued to polish himself.
After crossing that boundary, you only have a short-lived edge. Only by getting through empty dreams and grasping the aura can you initially condense into the achievements you pursue.
In the accumulation day after day, it seems that just at the snap of a finger, a day with slightly special significance has arrived.
August 25, 1999, was the eighteenth birthday of Fan Minzhi, the only son of the chairman of Tao Zhu Group.
On this day, starting from 8 o'clock in the morning, the entire Tao Zhu Group has created an atmosphere of congratulations and celebration for their prince's coming-of-age ceremony. Various industries under the Tao Zhu Group have launched grand activities on this day.
The excitement during the day lasted until after three o'clock in the afternoon, and preparations were underway for another more significant gathering.
If the day was a widely publicized celebration, with the focus being on high-rise hotels, inviting guests to overlook the sea and holding old-fashioned ceremonies, then the banquet that started after 7:30 in the evening was unique to the new era. A banquet hosted by Ma's top management.
The location is located on the 58th and 59th floors of the Tao Zhu Building, within the main hall of the two-story building.
In the so-called upper class society, guests who occupied their respective places came to this nightly feast in the name of celebrating Fan Minzhi and with their own purposes.
In the name of celebration, no one knows how many trials, cooperations, transfers of positions, and flows of funds will be finalized in these conversations where people are wearing beautiful clothes and drinking wine.
The fifty or so floors below the 300-meter-tall skyscraper have been plunged into darkness and are empty of people. Only the top floors are bright and the lights are shining, allowing people in the entire southwest community to Notice that high place that stands out most tonight.
In the corner of the main hall on the 58th floor, Lang Feiyan said goodbye to Guan Luoyang with a smile.
"Minzhi is upstairs meeting the uncles and seniors with the chairman. It will probably be after nine o'clock before we have the chance to come down. However, the people on this floor are also very valuable. Don't wait here in vain. What are you looking at? If you can sleep, you might as well go up and talk."
Guan Luoyang nodded casually. After she left, he held a glass of red wine and sat at the long table filled with food. He quietly glanced at the people who were bathed in warm tones under the light of multiple crystal chandeliers.
Most of the people staying here are young people and women. Each has its own small circle, standing or sitting around a small area. There are also sociable young people and gentle and polite girls who shuttle between them from time to time.
They look happy and happy, as if the world everyone lives in is extremely beautiful and peaceful, with harmless conversational skills, and easy control of wealth and luxury.
During this period of time, Guan Luoyang had browsed a lot of information and could identify with the faces of most people here. After just a moment of observation, the corner of his mouth could not help but curl up with a cold smile.
"President Guan came a little late."
A voice came from the side.
To the people here, Guan Luoyang is just a newcomer, but he is definitely a newcomer worthy of attention. It is normal for someone to come and chat.
The person who came over was a relatively familiar collaborator to Guan Luoyang.
His cheeks were thin, his cheekbones were slightly protruding, but his eyes were big and lively, and his straight nose gave him an inexplicable look of fierceness - Kong Qingyun, the leader of the special operations team of the Singapore-Maria Port Security Department.
After Yun Youbai's business was divided up, a piece of real estate was assigned to the Shenzhou Jieyi Society for handling. Those residents who originally refused to move under Yun Youbai's harsh oppression were represented by a family named Kong. .
Kong Qingyun was the nephew of that family, and it was through this that he became connected with the Shenzhou Jieyi Society.
However, when Kong Qingyun met Guan Luoyang for the first time, the cooperation he proposed was not focused on that piece of real estate, but rather on launching broader assistance work throughout the territory of Shenzhou Jieyi Society.
In the territory of Shenzhou Jieyi Society, in compliance with Guan Luoyang's will, many "businesses" that he hated were cut off, but this cut off still failed to eradicate the roots. The legacy of the past was in too many corners that could not be taken into account. , spawning smaller-scale transactions.
Kong Qingyun's proposal is for the Ministry of Security to make up for this problem for Shenzhou Jieyi Society. Shenzhou Jieyi Society will provide old clues and trends, and the Ministry of Security will follow the clues and carry out continuous and eradication attacks.
Even if it was just for his own political career and future, at least this person was one of the few people Guan Luoyang met after coming to Xinma Port that he liked.
Guan Luoyang looked sideways and smiled: "The exact meeting time is half past eight. I came early, but I didn't expect that everyone would come earlier."
Kong Qingyun stopped, turned sideways and looked at the people in the hall, and said: "Actually, this is also a customary thing in Singapore and Malaysia. For such a large-scale upper-class banquet, everyone will probably come at eight o'clock at the latest, and Around twelve o'clock, these distinguished guests should leave."
Guan Luoyang shook the wine in his glass meaninglessly and said: "There are still such rules. It's because I am ignorant."
Kong Qingyun glanced at him: "President Guan, are you here alone?"
"That's right. The people under my command are not suitable for such a scene."
Guan Luoyang said, "What about you?"
Kong Qingyun said: "I came here with the chairman from Southwest, and he is upstairs now."
Guan Luoyang smiled and said: "It seems that Team Leader Kong is more valued in the social council than I thought."
"I'm just working for people. I've actually been involved in the social council for a long time. In the past two years, they have seen the trend that chaos must be cured, so I borrowed this company's style and met a few noble people."
Kong Qingyun paused for a moment and accidentally said too much. If he continued talking, he would be suspected of having a superficial conversation.
He picked up the spare plate on the long table next to him and selected some of the various delicacies on the long table. He said, "It's hard for a rough man with a big belly to eat delicious food. President Guan, I won't disturb you too much." ”
"Excuse me." Guan Luoyang raised his wine glass in greeting.
Kong Qingyun picked up the food with a tong and walked slowly along the long table.
The wall clock at the far end of the hall gradually reached eight o'clock, and the bell rang softly. Amidst the discussion and laughter in the hall, it was not noticeable. Only the waiter standing in the distance opened the door leading to this side. The door is closed.
Guan Luoyang saw this scene and understood that it probably meant that all the invited guests had arrived, so he stood up, walked around the side passage, walked through the clean and deserted corridor, and walked to the bathroom.
The toilets here are cleaned very carefully, and there are soap boxes beside the sink and in the corners of each cubicle. The smell is also eliminated, and there is only a very faint smell of disinfectant.
Guan Luoyang did not go into the cubicle, he just washed his face with water, wiped his hands, wiped them clean and dry with a towel, turned around and sat on the sink, with his back to the mirror, and took out a device that looked like a mobile phone .
The appearance can be said to be exactly the same as that of a mobile phone. It also has a small display screen, but the raised distribution of buttons on the surface is more like a game controller.
Each button is touched by the thumb, and then patiently waits.
At night in the southwest community, there are dense clouds and no light from the moon. The low lights between thousands of houses are just like the brilliance of fireflies, flickering and extinguishing from time to time.
There is only light on the top floors of Tao Zhu Building, like an artificial warm yellow moon, huge and eye-catching.
The night blew in from all directions. With the support and cooperation of multiple small and medium-sized propellers, the remote-controlled flight facility, like a four-legged spider, rose to an altitude of several hundred meters, approaching the Tao Zhu Building with obvious wind and noise.
The small and medium-sized flying grenades produced by the East Kaliman allies can carry up to 160 kilograms of ammunition and fight in the air below 500 meters. If placed on the black market, their estimated value is at least 2.6 million US dollars.
This thing also has many flaws. It has an obvious target, slow flying speed, and cannot carry a cannon. There have been many instances of it being shot down with a sniper rifle.
In the eyes of some veterans who have actually experienced the war, this thing is nicknamed the mother-in-law machine, which means that it is like an old woman, weak and can be bullied, old and backward.
Such an "old woman" flew tremblingly out of the night, from the thick darkness to the area illuminated by faint light, and was even able to leave an unclear image on the glass curtain wall of the Tao Zhu Building. reflection.
The noise of the electric motor and the wind of the propeller are very close at hand.
There was a flash of white smoke, and the reflection on the glass curtain wall shattered.
Boom! ! !
The explosion shook the wine glasses of countless people in the hall, and screams came one after another.
The first bomb dropped shattered the tempered glass on one side of the hall, causing large-scale cracks that even spread from the fifty-eighth floor to the upper and lower floors.
Immediately afterwards, a steel monster with four legs and eight flying wings spun its body, and missiles carrying thick white smoke were thrown into the hall one after another.
The irritating gas, spraying wildly, filled the air.
In an instant, half of the nearly 300-square-meter hall was shrouded in white smoke. The elegant and elegant celebrities rushed to escape, and the entire hall became a mess.
Upstairs, in the main hall on the 59th floor, there was a similar banquet, more melodious tunes, and everyone's expressions changed.
Otherwise, they would have reacted more, and the bombs would have shattered the cracked windows. It is estimated that the city's smoke missiles would also have been thrown into this layer.
Bodyguards from various companies swarmed in fearfully and anxiously to protect their employers, and dispersed in the crowd.
The searchlight on the rooftop was turned on, and the huge beam of light swept through the night, tearing through the thick fog, and passed over the aircraft again and again.
In the control room, Fan Buchou's true loyal confidant, the security director of the Tao Zhu Group, almost roared as he picked up a subordinate on duty and threw him into the corner.
"what happened?!!"
When the man was vomiting blood, the strong man with short hair standing on end and a beard like two daggers asked questions to others while widening his eyes and scanning the dozens of screens lined up on the wall in front of him.
There are internal surveillance, external cameras, and radar images on the screen.
In this world with developed power facilities, any high-end organization will install radar at its headquarters.
The Tao Zhu Building, which seems to be mainly used for business activities, actually has multiple firepower points on the outer wall and a missile scattering device on the rooftop.
Any threatening flying object that comes within a kilometer of the surrounding area will be immediately discovered and shot down.
However, repeated detections never found any trace of the attacker.
On the screen following the searchlight, the image of the flying bomb maker flashed several times.
The security minister's eyes were as wide as bells. He leaned forward and faced the screen, but he turned a blind eye like a blind man.
The sound of explosions continued, and the aircraft circled the entire Tao Zhu Building, moving up and down, left and right in an irregular manner, and fired missiles one after another.
"All equipment is turned on. I don't believe there is such a high level of stealth coating in this world."
The security minister grabbed the pager and informed all his subordinates, "Everyone else is dispatched to maintain order and focus on protecting the chairman."
In the night wind, a classical-style pocket watch was tightly tied to the aircraft, and the hands were ticking.
It had been used for twenty-four minutes last time, and there was still thirty-six minutes left this time, but it was enough.
The masterpiece of the arcane master - the Forgotten Pocket Watch.
A prop that can only be used on dead objects and provides an ignored effect can only be regarded as a useless auxiliary, but when used with appropriate coordination, it can produce unexpected effects.
As long as it is no higher than two stars, neither humans nor technological exploration equipment are exempt from the effects of arcane magic.
In other people's field of vision, not only could they not see the existence of the aircraft, they could not even see the trajectory of the thick white smoke.
In their eyes, all the missiles seemed to appear suddenly, causing explosions or emitting smoke.
The seven-story cake collapsed on the ground, with white cream smeared everywhere. The hollow brackets used for support inside were flattened by high heels and leather shoes, almost making people slip.
The champagne tower had been broken earlier, with pieces and wine strewn all over the floor, and even the food on the long table was scattered.
The nobles had no time to pay attention to their appearance, so they poured out and rushed to the elevator.
Their bodyguards and the Tao Zhu Group's security personnel shouted urgently, turning everyone's direction and running towards the stairs and emergency safety passages.
Attacks that could not find their source and missiles being thrown made it impossible for them to determine how many enemies were coming.
It is not wise to take the elevator at this time. Firstly, the weight capacity is limited. Secondly, if someone takes the opportunity to damage the elevator and fall from a high altitude, the people in the elevator will not be spared.
Their speeds are sequential and their routes are different, like a large swarm of ants, splitting into multiple strands from the top two floors and flowing out layer by layer toward the floors below.
In a crowded corner, Kong Qingyun was communicating with people from the security department through earphones, instructing them to protect the chairman.
On the other side, there was a low sound in his arms, and a digital password that only he could understand was displayed on the screen of his mobile phone.
'Captain, what's going on? It seems like it exploded? '
People in the security department would only call Kong Qingyun team leader, and there was no need to contact him in this way.
But when he saw this piece of information, Kong Qingyun's eyes seemed to suddenly light up with fire from the ashes.
'It's not me, I'm fine. '
He first sent out the number that represented the meaning of this paragraph. Suddenly, a series of screams sounded in the corridor outside the hall.
The gun was activated, and the sound of heavy objects colliding with the walls and the ground was interspersed with sudden violence and violence, until a figure with broken blood on its body crashed into the hall.
When the figure rolled half a circle between the wine and cream, the broken glasses and blood-stained face happened to be facing Kong Qingyun, allowing him to recognize its origin.
One of the four heroes, Han Yongzhi.
This man who is known as the fastest swordsman in the southwest can't even pull out his short knife.
A large ball of blood gushed out from his chest, and with a force that Peimo could not match, he cut off his mechanical arm in an instant, smashing his broken arm upside down and stabbing it into his chest.
One blow, fatal.
The entire corridor outside seemed to become quiet again at this time.
Kong Qingyun's face tightened and he put his hands on his waist, but the way the man appeared in the hall still caught him by surprise.
The man didn't look like he walked in through the door, but as if his eyes flashed, a figure appeared out of thin air in the hall.
"Guan, Guan Luoyang!!"
Guan Luoyang smiled at Kong Qingyun and tore off his suit, leaving only a loose shirt underneath.
He threw away the torn clothes and said with a smile, "Team Leader Kong."
Kong Qingyun said stiffly: "Did you do the bombing? People outside..."
"They're all dead. Oh, no, I should say only a small part of them are dead."
Guan Luoyang said with a smile, "A lot of people will definitely die here today, far more than the ones who died just now. But our cooperation is still satisfactory to me. As long as you don't stop me, you don't have to be among those people."
The high-altitude wind in the middle of the night blew from the cracked glass curtain wall, and the pungent tear gas moved closer this way.
One of the crystal chandeliers in the hall was blown out, and the lights in other areas also had poor contact and were dimming sometimes.
Kong Qingyun clenched his phone tightly, his teeth chattering a little, but he almost blurted out: "You mean me?"
"Me! How could I stop you!"
The end of his sentence was like a shout, the corners of his eyes were red with excitement, and tears filled his eyes, but his mouth was grinning like a smile.
Guan Luoyang was slightly startled. Although there was no guarantee, this expression made him seem to have understood a lot.
This expression that was so intense that it was impossible to fake it was surprisingly consistent with Guan Luoyang's own current mood.
I originally thought it was just a matter of myself, but now it seems...
Guan Luoyang felt more and more happy in his chest. He stretched out his hand to grab it, and under the control of the air flow, a bottle of wine not far away flew to his hand.
The wine bottle was cut open from the middle with finger force, and the half-cup with the neck facing down and the cork at the bottom flew towards Kong Qingyun.
Kong Qingyun caught it, raised his head and drank it down, not caring about the spilled wine.
Guan Luoyang also drank the other half of the glass, crushed the bottle, and laughed.
"Hahahahaha, okay!"
Before the laughter fell, Guan Luoyang disappeared from the messy hall with the sound of wind.
Kong Qingyun was the only one left in the hall again.
Half of the wine bottle fell to the ground, the buttons on the phone sank, and Kong Qingyun's message was sent.
'Change of plans, everyone, come straight in. '
Outside the Tao Zhu Building, there are many seemingly ordinary men and women on the streets, in small shops, and in trucks. They are the most common faces, but they all took out their mobile phones at the same time.
Then, as usual, they deleted the message, put away their phones, and took out their black masks.
After tearing off the surface layer, white lines like shark teeth appeared on the black mask, extending from the left ear to the right ear.
There are millions of people in Singapore and Macao, almost all of whom are Chinese. They speak Chinese, learn Chinese characters, read poetry, and talk about classics.
Perhaps the cultural atmosphere here is not enough for them to study thousands of years of history, but at least the vengeance of the nine generations of the Han Dynasty can still be avenged, to the 40 million people rebuilding the new heaven a few decades ago, the context of these major events , has been engraved in the bone marrow unconsciously.
More than ten years of turmoil, black symbiosis and oppression, maybe there are enough evil people, and the evil people are strong enough, but how could it be possible without the resistance that was born and bred here, watered and bred here.
The surveillance camera in the corridor was broken through by broken glass.
Kong Qingyun put on the same mask, and smeared his hair with his palms. His messy hair was raised, warped, and scattered. The special dye, stimulated by his own true spiritual electric energy, turned his hair into The color is a faint blue shimmer.
Under the shining messy hair, there are tearful eyes, and the two rows of white tines on the mask seem to be howling and laughing.
As he is now, he is not the leader of the special operations team of the Singapore-Maria Port Security Department.
Rather, it is the leader of the Ghost Crying Squad who has been running around the entire Xinma Port in the past six months, from the northwest community, to the central community, to the southeast, plotting assassinations, ambushes, and struggles again and again.
Angry head, ambition Qingyun.
"Guan Luoyang, President Guan, what a surprise!"
"But no matter how strong you are, there is no reason for you to be alone when doing this kind of thing. Let us try together, how many sins can be crushed by one hundred and twenty-nine people!"
The long night of hatred turns into a ghost in sorrow, and the ghost cries into song.
