Infinite Brilliant Scroll

Chapter 65 Gunshots
[Current World Background:
In 1999 in the Western calendar, in Xinma Port, a country with a territorial area of ​​just over 700 square kilometers, there were many gangs and societies.

The mandate is for a period of six months and the details of the mandate are as follows.

Standard one, the sweeper.The reincarnated beings from outside the world should themselves be a source of change and turmoil.It is required to attract the hatred from the heart of a hundred people within the time limit of the mission, and reach the level of unscrupulous and unstoppable death, and then survive the entire mission safely.

Standard two, those in power.Don't ask to go through fire and water, just follow orders, still have to climb high, everyone knows.Ask your subordinates to take charge of the livelihoods of over ten thousand people.

Standard three, challenger.Become the strongest individual recognized nationwide in Xinma Port.

Standard four, achievers.To crack down on illegal and criminal activities in the Singapore-Malaysian port, it is required that the crime rate be reduced to half of the current statistical data in the last month of the mission period.

Standard five, fissioners.The request to complete a certain event has an influence far beyond the port of Xinma, and radiates to the entire territory of the East Kaliman allies, and even echoes in Asia and the world.

If any three of the above criteria are met, it is considered qualified.The higher the degree of completion, the richer the rewards.

Note that you have become an official reincarnator, and the act of issuing missions will be done outside the world. After entering the mission world, a basic identity will be arranged.

Note that the basic identity information, local common language and characters have been transmitted to the consciousness of the reincarnation.

Dear reincarnation, I wish you a pleasant dispute!
Mission begins! 】

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When the white light in front of Guan Luoyang's eyes faded, noisy voices came.

He is sitting at a banquet now. There are about eight or nine tables in the hotel lobby, and there are young and middle-aged men with dyed hair and tattoos everywhere, wearing short-sleeved shirts. The atmosphere is very lively.

The smell of smoke, alcohol, and the heat of various dishes are mixed together.

"Xiaoguan, today you are here to celebrate the birthday of the boss. You are wearing this costume, and you have brought the props."

A young man with hair like a hedgehog next to him reached out to touch Guan Luoyang's knife.

Guan Luoyang's sleeves drooped to separate his hands, but the man didn't touch them, so he clicked his tongue, gave up, and turned his head to talk and laugh with other people on the table.

The so-called basic identity refers to the backgrounds used by formal reincarnations when they intervene in the mission world. Most of them are insignificant and small characters. They have a certain impression in the minds of people around them, but they are by no means deep.

Guan Luoyang's identity here is a young man who took a boat from Hong Kong and came to settle in Xinma Port more than half a month ago. He is not familiar with the situation in Xinma Port.

At present, I have found a job as a walk-on in the film crew, and at the same time joined a small local gang, because the nickname of the gang boss is "Steel Wrist", and this gang is also named after it.

"it is good!!!!"

There was a sudden uproar in the lobby, as if someone was toasting the boss, he drank it all in one gulp, the boss stood up with the glass, and everyone at each table stood up one after another.

Guan Luoyang also stood up with the people around him. The wine glass was only a disposable thin plastic cup, but the wine in it smelled very choking.

Many people's faces were flushed after drinking, sweating profusely, and they all looked at the position of the boss, Yan Xiong.

Yan Xiong's table was in the middle, among the ten people at the table, there were several people in suits, and they were directly separated from those around them in terms of their clothes.

Yan Xiong had a knife scar on his face, a beer belly, raised a glass with his right hand, looked around, and shouted: "My old Yan, I am 40 years old today, and I have been struggling in this world for [-] years. Such a bunch of good brothers."

"I've had enough of the hardships in the wind and rain, and the future will be a good day to collect money and distribute money. You just need to remember one sentence, follow me, and you will be blessed."

"Okay, the rest is in the wine. Done!"

After Yan Xiong finished drinking in one gulp, he held up the cup upside down, not a single drop remained.

Strong cheers erupted in the lobby, each of them put the cups to their mouths, imitating their boss.

Guan Luoyang's wine glass touched his lips, made a gesture, and his ears suddenly moved.

Bang bang bang bang! ! !

It sounded like a gunshot, but the sound was lower, and the sound was much crisper, suddenly, it overwhelmed the noise of the crowd.

The closed door of the hotel became like a sieve, and the light came through the densely packed holes.

In the lobby, blood burst from more than a dozen people in an instant, and they fell forward and hit the table.

Cups and bowls were messed up, and the steaming braised fish slipped to the ground. The screams of the waiters and the screams of the gang brothers were mixed together.

The dilapidated gate was knocked down by a car, the black convertible car with big headlights, and the people in the car shot with guns in one hand and threw smoke bombs along the way.

The smoke bomb swirled on the ground, emitting a large amount of smoke.

The sound of gunfire was intense, and people continued to fall down bursting with blood, and some people put down the table, leaning on the pillars and counters in the lobby as cover, and drew their guns to launch a counterattack.

Apart from the car outside the door, there were many people pouring in, especially a man in leather jacket and sunglasses who jumped onto the hood of the convertible from behind in one step, and then aimed at Yan Xiong's table and rushed over.

The tabletop, which was tilted 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, the suit was torn apart by violent movements, and silver-white steel plates popped out from both sides of his forearm.

The entire left arm turned out to be a machine made of steel. The parts below the wrist imitated the structure of human palms and fingers, showing iron gray. The forearm was shaped like a cylinder. The steel plates popped out from both sides, carrying Sharp cut.

The man in sunglasses fell to the ground with his feet, made a loud noise, and continuously spun and swept his legs. After a series of sounds like iron strikes, Yan Xiong's body flew high and fell backwards.

On the three-inch-high podium at the back, there were microphones, pianos, and gifts piled up into a hill. Yan Xiong's body fell into it, and the man in sunglasses immediately chased after him.

The next moment, all kinds of gift boxes flew into the air, and Yan Xiong's body flew upside down again, smashing through the compartment made of wallpaper and wood boards.

Some sturdy youths took this opportunity to bump into the compartment together, and the entire wooden compartment shattered and fell down.

There was no shelter 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 back kitchen, ice storage, utility room, etc., and further forward is the accommodation building.

The gang members who were passively beaten fled into the courtyard one after another, and spread out in these directions. The men in the sunglasses also basically chased after them.

The lobby became empty, with overturned tabletops everywhere, dishes and corpses scattered.

A young man with rough and unruly hair, holding his head, hides behind a boxy concrete pillar.

The plaster used to whitewash the surface of the pillar was constantly scratched by the clothes on his back in small increments, proving that the body was trembling.

Hearing the surroundings quiet down, he poked his head out cautiously to one side, and saw a greasy grinning grin on his face.

"what!"

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 on his forehead, about to pull the trigger.

The young man was so frightened that he couldn't even scream, his pupils shrank like needle points, and his whole body was sluggish and stiff.

Suddenly, the strong man's right hand was hit by an afterimage, and it slammed down. The pistol fell to the ground, and the top of the head was also drawn by the scabbard. His eyes turned white, and he fell to the ground with a stunned face.

The young man's legs were weak, and he fell to the ground together with the strong man. A figure stuck to the ceiling was reflected in his eyes.

Guan Luoyang let go of his five fingers piercing the concrete, and fell from the ceiling, stepping on a pool of blood winding from a distance under his feet.

The mortality rate of the reincarnation novice task is said to be only 20.00%, and the risks and benefits are all mediocre.

The task of the official reincarnation is completely different.

The information in the pamphlet is plain after all. Only after experiencing it personally can I feel that what I said is true.

Guan Luoyang lowered his eyes and touched the young man's face with the scabbard.

"Hey, do you recognize these people? What's their origin?"

The young man was stunned for a while, then got up trembling, and hurriedly said: "I don't know, no, I know!"

He saw the tattoo on the side of the strong man's neck, pointed at it, and suddenly exclaimed, "It's the man of the black spider, and everyone under him has this kind of tattoo, no, no, I heard that only one who can manage a fan Only the little bosses of the line are qualified to get this kind of tattoo."

The young man was still afraid and spoke a little incoherently.

Guan Luoyang's eyes moved, but his voice became calmer, and he asked again: "Selling fans?"

"That's right. That's right, I heard that the steel-wrist boss snatched their goods a while ago and made a fortune..."

(End of this chapter)