Infinite Brilliant Scroll

Chapter 85 Killing the four guests at the banquet, the chivalrous way is not alone
The rotation of the earth and the passage of time do not depend on human will, but give different lengths due to human senses.

Trivial affairs can only occupy a little time during the day. In the evening, late at night, and early morning, Guan Luoyang stayed in the basement for a long time, accompanied by the low temperature, and continued to polish himself.

After stepping through that boundary, it is only with a flash in the pan. Only by breaking through the empty dream and grasping the aura, can you initially condense into the achievement you are after.

In the accumulation day after day, it seems that it is just a snap of the fingers, and a day with a little special meaning has arrived.

On August 25, [-] in the Western calendar, it was the eighteenth birthday of Fan Minzhi, the only son of the chairman of Tao Zhu Group.

On this day, from [-] o'clock in the morning, the entire Tao Zhu Group presented a congratulatory and celebratory atmosphere for the coming-of-age ceremony of their prince. All the industries under the Tao Zhu Group launched grand activities on this day.

The bustle of the day continued until after three o'clock in the afternoon, and another party with more extraordinary significance was being prepared.

If the daytime is a well-known celebration, the focus is on high-rise hotels, inviting guests to look at the sea scenery, and holding old-fashioned etiquette, then the banquet that starts after 07:30 in the evening is exclusive to the new A feast for the high-ranking horses.

The location is set up in Taozhu Building, 59th and [-]th, in the main hall of the two-story building.

In the so-called high society, the guests occupying their own seats, in the name of celebrating Fan Minzhi, came to this night feast with their own goals.

Under the name of celebration, it is unknown how many trials, cooperation, transfer of positions, and flow of funds will be finalized in this round of conversations.

In the 300-meter-high skyscraper, the more than fifty floors below it have been plunged into darkness. When people go to the building, only the top few floors are brightly illuminated, so that people in the entire southwest community can enjoy Notice the most conspicuous place on that high place tonight.

In the corner of the main hall on the eighth floor, Lang Feiyan said goodbye to Guan Luoyang with a smile.

"Minzhi is upstairs with the chairman to meet those uncles and seniors. You won't have a chance to come down until after nine o'clock, but the people on this floor are also very valuable. Don't wait here. What are you looking at? Close your eyes, why not go up and talk."

Guan Luoyang nodded casually, and after she left, sitting at the long table full of food with a glass of red wine in hand, he quietly glanced at the crowd immersed in warm tones under the light of multiple crystal chandeliers.

Most of the people who stay here are young people and women, each with their own small circle, or standing or sitting around a small area, and there are also sociable young people, gentle and polite girls, who sometimes shuttle among them.

With a happy appearance, it seems that the world everyone lives in is extremely beautiful and peaceful, with innocuous conversation, wealth and luxury at his leisure.

During this period of time, Guan Luoyang browsed a lot of information, and was able to match the faces of most people here. After just observing for a moment, the corner of his mouth couldn't help evoking 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 to chat.

And the person who came over was considered a familiar collaborator to Guan Luoyang.

His cheeks were thin, his cheekbones were slightly protruding, but his eyes were big and bright, and his straight nose bridge made his eyesight inexplicably a little fierce—Kong Qingyun, the leader of the special operations team of the Xinma Port Security Department.

After Yun Youbai's business was divided up, one piece of real estate was allocated to the Shenzhou Jieyi Society for handling. Those residents who were originally unwilling to move out under Yun Youbai's harsh oppression were represented by a family named Kong .

Kong Qingyun is the nephew of that family, so it can be regarded as a relationship with the Shenzhou Jieyi Club.

However, when Kong Qingyun and Guan Luoyang met for the first time, the cooperation he proposed was not focused on that piece of real estate, but proposed to carry out more extensive assistance work on the entire site of the Shenzhou Jieyi Society.

In the territory of the Shenzhou Jieyi Society, following Guan Luoyang's will, cut off many "businesses" that he hated, but this kind of cutting still failed to eradicate the roots, the legacy of the past, in too many corners that cannot be taken care of , spawning smaller transactions.

Kong Qingyun's proposal is for the Ministry of Security to make up for the Shenzhou Jieyi Society. The Shenzhou Jieyi Society provides old clues and trends.

Even if it's just for his own achievements and future, at least this person is one of the few people Guan Luoyang has met since he came to Xinma Port.

Guan Luoyang smiled sideways and said, "The exact meeting time is 08:30. I came early, but I didn't expect that everyone came earlier."

Kong Qingyun stopped, turned sideways to look at the people in the hall, and said: "In fact, this is also a matter of convention in Singapore and Malaysia. For such a large-scale high-class banquet, people will probably come at eight o'clock at the latest, and At around twelve o'clock, these distinguished guests should be leaving."

Guan Luoyang shook the wine in his glass meaninglessly, and said: "There are still such rules, I am ignorant."

Kong Qingyun glanced at him: "President Guan, did you come here alone?"

"Well, the people under my command are not suitable for this kind of scene."

Guan Luoyang said, "What about you?"

Kong Qingyun said: "I came with the chairman of the Southwest side, and now he is upstairs."

Guan Luoyang smiled and said: "It seems that Team Leader Kong is more valued in the social council than I thought."

"It's nothing more than working for others. I've been in the social council for a long time. In the past two years, when they see the trend of chaos, I can be regarded as taking advantage of this shareholder's wind and meeting a few noble people."

Kong Qingyun's voice paused, and if he didn't pay attention, he talked a little too much, and if he continued to talk, he would be suspected of being shallow and deep.

He casually picked up the spare plate on the long table next to him, picked out some delicacies from the long table, and said, "A rough man with a big belly, after the delicious food, it's hard to avoid. President Guan, I won't bother you any more." gone."

"Please go ahead." Guan Luoyang raised his wine glass in greeting.

Kong Qingyun picked out food with a tong, and then gradually walked away 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 discussions and jokes in the hall, it was unobtrusive. The door was closed.

Seeing this scene, Guan Luoyang understood in his heart that it probably meant that all the invited guests had arrived, so Shi Shiran 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 the soap boxes beside the sink and on the corners of every cubicle have also lost their peculiar smell, with only a very faint smell of disinfectant.

Guan Luoyang didn't go into the cubicle, but just washed his face with water, wiped his hands, wiped them clean and dry with a towel, turned around and sat on the sink, turned his back to the mirror, and took out a device that looked like a mobile phone .

It can be said that the appearance is exactly the same as that of a mobile phone, and it also has a small display screen, but the distribution of raised buttons on the surface is more like a game handle.

The buttons are touched by the thumb one by one, and then wait patiently.

At night in the southwestern community, there are dense clouds, the sky and the moon are dark, and the low lights among thousands of households are just like the brilliance of fireflies, flickering and extinguishing from time to time.

Only the top floors of the Tao Zhu Building are bright, like a man-made round of warm yellow moon, huge and eye-catching.

The night came from all directions, like a four-legged spider's remote control flying facility, supported by multiple small and medium-sized propellers, it rose to an altitude of several hundred meters, with obvious wind and noise, approaching Taozhu Building.

The small and medium-sized flying bombs produced by the East Kaliman allies can carry up to 160 kilograms of ammunition and carry out operations in the air below 500 meters. They are valued at least 260 million U.S. dollars on the black market.

There are also many flaws in this thing, the target is obvious, the flying speed is slow, and it cannot be equipped with machine guns. There have been many cases of being shot down with sniper rifles.

In the eyes of some veterans who have really experienced the war, this thing is nicknamed the mother-in-law machine, implying that it is like an old old woman, weak and deceitful, old and backward.

Such an "grandmother" flew tremblingly from the night, from the thick darkness, gradually to the area illuminated by the twilight, and was even able to leave an indistinct scene on the glass curtain wall of Tao Zhu Building. reflection.

The noise of the electric motor and the wind of the propeller are close at hand.

White smoke flashed, and the reflection on the glass curtain wall shattered.

Boom! ! !

The explosion shocked the wine glasses of an unknown number of people in the hall, and the sound of screaming came and went.

The bomb that was dropped first shattered the tempered glass on one side of the hall, and a large area of ​​cracks even expanded from the eighth floor to the upper and lower floors.

Immediately afterwards, the steel monster with four legs and eight rotors rotated its body, and missiles with thick white smoke were thrown into the hall one after another.

The irritating gas, the crazy jet, diffused.

In an instant, half of the nearly [-]-square-meter hall was shrouded in white smoke. The graceful and luxurious celebrities rushed to escape, and the entire hall was in chaos.

Upstairs, in the main hall on the ninth floor, similar banquets and more melodious tunes changed everyone's expressions.

Otherwise they reacted more, the bombs shattered the cracked windows, and the smoke bombs of the same trick were thrown into this floor.

Bodyguards from various families swarmed in fear and anxiety, defending their respective employers, and dispersed in crowds.

The searchlight on the roof was turned on, and a huge beam of light swept across the night, tearing through the thick fog, and passing over the aircraft again and again.

In the monitoring room, Fan Buchou's real loyal confidant, the head of security of Tao Zhu Group, almost roared and picked up a man on duty and threw him into the corner.

"what happened?!!"

When the man vomited blood, the short hair stood on end and the beard was like two daggers. While asking other people, his eyes widened and he scanned the dozens of screens lined up on the wall in front of him.

There are internal monitoring on the screen, as well as external cameras and radar images.

In this world with well-developed electric facilities, any high-end organization will install radar in its headquarters.

The Taozhu Building, which seems to be mainly for commercial activities, actually has multiple firepower points on the outer wall, and there is a missile scattering device on the roof.

But any threatening flying object will be found and shot down immediately if it approaches within 1000 meters of the surrounding area.

However, after repeated detections, no trace of the assailant was found.

On the screen following the searchlight, images of flying grenades flashed several times.

The Minister of Security's eyes stared like copper bells, leaned forward, facing the screen, but turned a blind eye like a blind man.

The sound of the explosion continued, and the aircraft circled the entire Taozhu Building, erratically going up and down, left and right, and fired missiles one after another.

"All the equipment is turned on. I don't believe that there is such a high level of invisible painting in this world."

The Minister of Security grabbed the pager and informed all his subordinates, "All the others are dispatched to maintain order and focus on protecting the chairman."

In the night wind, a classic-style pocket watch was firmly tied to the aircraft, and the needle was ticking.

It has been used for 24 minutes last time, and this time there is still 36 minutes of time limit, but it is enough.

The masterpiece of the arcane master - the pocket watch of oblivion.

A prop that can only be used on dead objects and provides negligible effects can only be regarded as a weak support, but when used in a proper coordination, it can produce unexpected effects.

As long as it is not higher than two stars, no matter whether it is a person or a technological detection equipment, it cannot be exempted from the effects of arcane magic.

In the field of vision of other people, not only can't they see the existence of that aircraft, they can't even see the trajectory thrown by the thick white smoke.

All the missiles, in their eyes, seemed to appear suddenly, creating explosions or emitting smoke.

The big seven-story cake collapsed on the ground, white cream was painted everywhere, and the hollow bracket used for support inside was squashed by high-heeled shoes and leather shoes, making it almost slippery.

The champagne tower was broken long ago, fragments and liquor were 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, they rushed out and flocked to the elevator.

Their bodyguards and Tao Zhu Group's security personnel yelled urgently, turned the direction of everyone around, and ran towards the stairs and the emergency safety passage.

Unable to find the source of the attack and the throwing of missiles, they couldn't tell how many enemies had come.

It is not wise to take the elevator at this time. First, the load capacity is limited. Second, if someone takes the opportunity to damage the elevator and falls from a high altitude, the people in the elevator will not be spared.

Their speeds are different, and their routes are different, just like a large group of ants, which are divided into multiple strands from the two upper floors, and flow towards the lower floors, layer by layer.

In the crowded corner, Kong Qingyun was communicating with 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 phone screen.

'Captain, what's going on, the top seems to be blown up? '

People in the security department will only call Kong Qingyun the team leader, and there is no need to contact him in this way.

But when he saw this piece of information, Kong Qingyun's eyes seemed to be suddenly ignited with fire in ashes.

'It's not me, I'm fine. '

He sent out the number representing this meaning first, and a series of screams suddenly sounded in the corridor outside the hall.

The guns were fired, and the sound of heavy objects colliding with the wall and the ground was interspersed with the sudden violence and riot, until a figure with broken blood stained his body smashed into the hall.

When the figure rolled half a circle between the wine and cream, the broken glasses on its face and the blood-stained face happened to be facing Kong Qingyun's side, making him recognize the origin.

One of the four heroes, Han Yongzhi.

The person known as the number one sharp knife in the Southwest couldn't even pull out the short knife that he carried with him.

A large ball of blood gushed out of his chest, and with the power that Pei Mo couldn't handle, he chopped off his mechanical arm in an instant, smashing his severed arm upside down into his chest.

One hit, fatal.

The entire promenade outside seemed to be quiet again at this time.

Kong Qingyun's face was tense, and he put his hands on his waist, but the way that person appeared in the hall still caught him by surprise.

The man didn't seem to have walked in through the door at all, but it seemed that his eyes flickered, and there was such a figure in the hall out of thin air.

"Close, close Luoyang!!"

Guan Luoyang smiled slightly at Kong Qingyun, and tore off his suit, leaving only a loose shirt inside.

He threw away the tattered clothes and said with a smile, "Group Leader Kong."

Kong Qingyun said stiffly: "You did the bombing attack? People outside..."

"They're all dead. Oh, no, it should be said that only a small part of them died."

Guan Luoyang said with a smile, "A lot of people will die here today, far more than just now. But our cooperation is still satisfactory to me. As long as you don't come to 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 approached here.

One of the crystal chandeliers in the hall was blown up, and the lights in other areas were also poorly connected, turning on and off.

Kong Qingyun clenched the phone tightly, his teeth chattered a little, but he almost blurted out: "You mean me?"

"Me! How could I stop you!"

The end of his sentence was like shouting, 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 taken aback. Although there was no guarantee, this expression made him seem to have understood a lot.

This expression, which was so strong that it was impossible to pretend, was surprisingly consistent with Guan Luoyang's own current mood.

I thought it was just a matter of myself, but now it seems...

Guan Luoyang's chest became more and more cheerful, and he stretched out his hand to grab it. Under the control of the airflow, a bottle of wine not far away flew to his hand.

The wine bottle was cut open from the middle by fingers, and the half cup with the neck down and the cork as the bottom flew towards Kong Qingyun.

Kong Qingyun caught it, raised his head and drank it dry, not caring about the spilled wine.

Sometimes a man's friendship doesn't need too much words at all, just an expression and half a bottle of wine is enough.

Guan Luoyang also drank the other half of the bottle, smashed the bottle, and laughed.

"Hahahaha, good!"

Before the laughter fell, Guan Luoyang had disappeared from the messy hall with the sound of the wind.

There were no more than a hundred guests on the upper and lower floors, but counting the bodyguards and Tao Zhu's subordinates, there were probably thousands of them. He just felt that he had waited too long, and today he should let go and do a big job.

In the hall, Kong Qingyun was left alone again.

Half of the wine bottle fell to the ground, the buttons on the phone sank, and Kong Qingyun's message was sent.

'Plan change, everyone, just jump right in. '

Outside the Taozhu Building, there are many seemingly ordinary streets, small shops, and trucks. Men and women of all kinds are the most common faces, but at the same time they took out their mobile phones.

Then, according to the usual practice, they deleted the information, put away the mobile phone, and took out the black mask.

After tearing off the surface layer, white lines like shark's teeth appeared on the black mask, extending from the left ear to the right ear.

There are millions of people in Singapore and Malaysia, almost all of whom are Chinese. They speak Chinese, learn Chinese characters, read poetry, and lecture on classics.

Perhaps the cultural atmosphere here is not enough for them to study the history of thousands of years, but at least, from the Han Dynasty's nine generations of revenge, to decades ago, [-] million people rebuilt the new sky, the context of these major events , has been unknowingly engraved in the bone marrow.

More than ten years of turmoil, black symbiosis and oppression, maybe there are enough villains, and the villains are strong enough, but how is it possible, there is no native-born resistance that is watered and bred from here.

The surveillance cameras in the corridor were pierced by broken glass.

Kong Qingyun put on the same mask, and wiped the well-regulated hairstyle with the palm of his hand. The messy hair was raised, warped, and scattered. The special dye, under the stimulation of his own true spirit electric energy, turned his hair into a The color of faint blue shimmer.

Under the flooded messy hair, there are teary eyes, and the two rows of white sharp teeth 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 Xinma Port Security Department.

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 protests time and time again.

Angry head, Zhi Qingyun.

"Guan Luoyang, President Guan, what a surprise!"

"But no matter how strong you are, there is no reason for you to be alone in doing this kind of thing. Let us try together, 120 nine people, how many sins can be crushed!"

The revenge of the long night, the sorrow becomes a ghost, the ghost cries, and becomes a song.

(End of this chapter)