Below the high-end hotel building, in the street in the night, a man stood quietly in the shadow of the building.

He was wearing a sportswear and put his hood on his head. Although he did not wear masks, sunglasses and other equipment, he also hid most of his face in the darkness. If you look closely, you will find an unnatural bulge on his waist, as if he was hiding something hard here.

Several people appeared at the end of the street. They slowly came towards this side, and the number increased. At first, there were only two or three people, but soon more than ten people gathered. These were all young people, and the youngest one looked only twelve or thirteen years old. More than one of them held a slingshot in their hands - made of metal and rubber materials. Although they were not guns and were not banned, they actually had a certain lethality to the human body.

A dozen teenagers stood in front of the man, a little hesitant. They looked at the bulge of the man's waist with a slightly scared look. As people at the bottom of this metropolis, they knew very well what that was.

There is light, there will be shadows. For example, countries like the Republic that put poverty alleviation on the basic national policy cannot completely erase these shadows, let alone the rooster country. So even if this city is the capital of the rooster country, even if it is a well-known metropolis in the country, for some people, poverty is still lingering like a nightmare.

Behind the old capitalist countries are a chaotic place that is difficult for law to involve, or the underground world.

The underground world has rules for the underground world, one of which is the law of the jungle, and the strong are kings.

"Are you back?" the man said. "How is it?"

"Mr. Allen," the leading boy hesitated for a moment. "We killed all the cameras we could find around us, more than expected, and even a little too many, I think..."

"This is normal." The man named Mr. Allen replied rudely. "It should be installed privately in the hotel." Some of the cameras on the street are municipal, some are corporate, and even some are private. It is normal for hotels to do such things for their own safety. Even if there are more, it doesn't matter. "Are you sure that everything is destroyed?"

"Mr. Allen, don't worry, we are professional in this regard!" The young man waved the slingshot in his hand with a little excitement. It had left the scope of "toys" and could even be regarded as a non-lethal weapon. "From childhood to adulthood, we don't know how many we have knocked out!"

"Then let's believe your promise." Alan smiled, with an evil expression on his face. "This is your reward." He took out a handful of colorful notes from his pocket and distributed them to everyone.

Everyone was very happy to receive their own reward. In fact, let alone the person who received the money, the person who gave the money was also very happy. Because the smile on his face never dissipated from beginning to end. A few hundred dollars of money solved a key big problem.

After paying the money, the teenagers all wanted to leave.

"Wait a minute," Allen called the leader. "Although things are done, you remember to promise that no cameras are allowed around this for three days."

"Don't worry." The boy was so excited that he agreed. "The municipal and police departments are very slow. They didn't wait for three or five days and there was no pile of red tape. They would not replace it. It should take more than a week to replace it, and they have always been like this."

"What I need is not 'should', but 'must'!" Allen stressed.

"It's okay," said the boy. "We will hang out every evening." Although they are afraid when facing real evil forces, they are not afraid when facing servants of the law. After all, even if they are arrested, the law will be open to their age because of their age. The punishment they receive is not worth mentioning - in fact, that is not a punishment at all.

A few minutes later, a group of teenagers moved along the street excitedly. Several of them would occasionally use their slingshots to knock out a few innocent street lights because of their overexcitation.

A man named Allen watched them go away, then he took out his cell phone from his pocket and began to contact someone.

"Yes... sir... the peripheral problems have been solved. In this way, tomorrow we can act with peace of mind without worrying about anything else... well... our career... yes... it's like this... yes, we must use powerful means to let the Rooster Government know their mistakes... and make them pay the price..."

After making the phone call, he began to walk towards the other side. Today's task was so easy to complete, he felt a little relaxed and joyful.

The direction he walked was the same as the direction the group of little boys left just now, so he naturally encountered a dim road (because the street light was knocked out). Of course, this is not a problem. On such city streets, the light was bright and dark, but it would never be impossible to reach out and see your five fingers.

But he suddenly stopped because he saw two figures standing under the damaged street lights ahead.

The first one was a medium-sized man who looked a little chubby, wearing a windbreaker that simply declared "I have a problem, I'm suspicious." The other one was wearing a tuxedo that no one had worn in this era.

Well, the tuxedo still exists, but this outfit is only suitable for appearing in some high-end restaurants (to create a unique retro atmosphere, aristocratic environment), or simply a performance occasion.

Allen did not stop, but his right hand had already reached his waist and touched the handle of the pistol.

If you say that this is just a coincidental encounter, then normal people will not believe it—at least people with ghosts in their hearts will not believe it.

What do you want to do when you are wearing this way on the street in such a middle of the night? But even so, he still hopes to pass through harmlessly.

In addition, how did these two people appear? He remembered it very clearly. When he watched the little boys leave, there was absolutely no one in this position. Could it be that these two people just sneaked to this position in the darkness? Did they target me? Or was it a coincidence?

However, the facts quickly proved that his luck was wrong. Because when he approached, the fat man in a windbreaker took the initiative to make a greeting gesture at him.

"Hey, my friend, don't just leave like that!"

It took Alan less than 0:5 seconds to point the gun at the two men. Although the two men did not carry any obvious weapons, some instinctive sense of danger still made him react like this.

"Don't come over," he still shouted a subconscious cry even though he was the one holding a gun.

Reason tells him that everything is under control, but instinct tells him that the current situation is dangerous. This contrast between instinct and reason puts him in a state of extreme anxiety.

His eyes instinctively circled around the two strangers, trying to find some sign. In fact, the fat man was fine, but when he saw the face of the tuxedo, he suddenly found that he could not move his eyes away. Because that face... no, those eyes, like the blue sea, actually sucked his gaze tightly.

His tense body gradually relaxed.

"Don't worry, don't worry." The chubby man shook his hand and said. "I'm very friendly," he stepped forward and looked at the other party's slightly dull face. "I just have a few questions to ask, how about putting down the gun?"

His voice seemed to be mixed with some special force. These very ordinary sentences actually produced such a great persuasion that Allen himself didn't know when he had already put the pistol down.

Not only did he let go, he didn't even want to raise his gun again. In fact, he could only stand there blankly, staring at the tuxedo as if part of his mind had been frozen.

"Look, this is just a simple meeting of a friend." said the fat man. "I'll introduce myself. My name is Mike, where are you?"

“My real name is Hafiz Mahmoud Mohamed Zbari…”

"Wait, your name is too long... I don't have a good memory and can't remember such an outrageous name. Okay, don't mind, I know it's not your fault. That's what your culture is, and you will include the names of your ancestors in your full name. What are your name now? Just the simplest name."

"Now my name is Allen." Allen replied. As the conversation progressed, his eyes became more and more dazed.

"Well, Allen, tell me, what are you doing here now?"

"I'm hiring a bunch of little kids to deal with the cameras around..." Allen replied. "I want to make sure that there are no such an annoying eyes here tomorrow to see what we are doing."

"So...what do you want to do tomorrow?" Mike asked with interest.

"We do a big thing to teach this decaying country a painful lesson!" Allen said in a rigid voice. "Their government is doing evil in the land of our true God believers, so we will give them a painful lesson here. We must use fire and blood to let them know the power, let them know what fear is, and ultimately force them to withdraw their troops..."

"This is not easy. Are you planning to have a...that...at attack? But why choose here?"

"Because you have to choose a goal that is eye-catching and large enough to have the best results."

"There are many such goals in this city," said Mike. "It's a big city. Why can't you get along with a hotel?"

"Because...because...this is the arrangement of the superior. I just follow the order."

"Who is yours?"

This problem seemed to cause some resistance, but in the end, a name and address were reported.

"So what's your plan?"

"We plan to use bombs to realize our plan..." Allen began to explain his plan in detail. If we summarize it in simple language, it is a plan, then it is a big explosion, so that the whole world can know the power of the true god believers.

"It's really a bad plan. You just want to have an explosion, kill many innocent travelers, and force the government of this country to bow their heads and admit defeat?" Mike shook his head. "Apart from explosives, don't you think of other good ideas? Not to mention that you actually thought that killing ten or eight innocent travelers was amazing! I always felt that the word "big thing" cannot be used casually. It's not a big thing to just put a bomb casually. At least one atomic bomb is considered a big thing. You have disappointed me so much."

Allen did not answer. Normally he would be furious, but now his thoughts are under control and he can no longer respond to such sarcastic language.

"Martin," Mike said to his companion. "Don't you think these people are highly consistent with our plan?"

A painful expression appeared on the tuxedo's face, "Enough, you promised me..."

"After you're done, we'll clear it up. But the premise is to be done!" said Mike. "Okay, let's talk about it, you've heard their plans. Tomorrow at noon, they plan to load the bombs and evacuate for half a day, and then at night, maybe at dusk... there's a big global news. Since the opportunity is so rare, we might as well give more programs to audiences around the world."

"What do you want to do?"

"It's just a very simple plan. They want to sing a play, and we can take the opportunity to sing this play even bigger." Mike patted his companion on the shoulder. "Look, you can continue to hide your identity, I can complete my mission, and the people of the world can eat another big play. The government of the Rooster has an opportunity to show its strength... Everyone has benefits, aren't they?"

After saying that, he turned his head to face Allen.

"Okay, Mr. Allen, we will leave here. And you will not remember everything that happened just now... Well, you only remember that you walked through the deserted streets and passed by two strangers. You did not say anything, did anything, and even walked a long way before stopping, but you still looked at their backs with a little curiosity... "

Alan suddenly shuddered and suddenly woke up. It seemed that someone was talking to his ear just now, but it seemed to be another illusion. He didn't know what was going on, but when he looked back, he saw the backs of the two guys in strange costumes (actually not very excessive strange costumes) slowly fading away.

Two guys who looked a little weird had passed each other just now, but in the end they left without anything happening.

This should be just a very ordinary encounter. Normal people pass by countless people every day. It is normal to say that one or two of them are strange costumes and other things. Not to mention that this is an international metropolis, with all kinds of people.

But... why did he stop? It seems that what happened just now? Alan thought hard for several seconds and finally threw this matter away. He still has a lot of things and has no time to consider these irrelevant issues here.
Chapter completed!