Soul Patch

Chapter 281 Fluorescent Map
"Watch out, that guy has a gun!"

As soon as Wenjie finished speaking, a loud bang came from the walkie-talkie.

His heart sank.

After a moment of silence, he shouted into the walkie-talkie, "Number 82, Number 82... Please respond if you hear me!"

His answer was a deathly silence.

The loud noise seemed to pierce through his body and sink into the depths of his soul.

His body jolted violently.

Yes, a huge amount of explosives ignited next to him, affecting a radius of over 100 meters.

He was at the epicenter of the explosion.

Yang Shanshan suddenly rushed out and took the bullet for him.

The desperado sneered as he pulled the trigger, roaring, "Die, all of you!"

Immediately afterwards, with a loud bang, he felt a sharp pain in his head, the world spun around him, and darkness enveloped him...

He woke up three days later.

The walkie-talkie finally crackled to life: "Numbers 89, 101, 107, and 112, move immediately from your positions toward Zhanqian Street. Rioters have been spotted here. Report any suspicious persons you find along the way immediately. If necessary, execute them on the spot."

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

……

Wenjie snapped out of his reverie and quickly moved toward his target.

Because of their undercover status, they couldn't drive there like the police.

Fortunately, when the superiors issued the instructions, they took into full consideration the area under their jurisdiction.

He came from east to west, so the other three should be located in the other three directions.

If you want to take a shortcut, go directly around the back of SOHO Modern City, cross the overpass, and you'll be close to the eastern section of Zhanqian Street.

Wenjie frowned as he looked at the distance of over a thousand meters.

A car with CCTV printed on it happened to pass by... This must be a media reporter who was given a special pass by their superiors to collect materials and make news reports.

He reached out and stopped him.

The other person looked displeased: "Move aside, we have an interview assignment."

"What a coincidence, me too!" he said, pointing behind him.

The back window rolled down, revealing a fair face with dark eyes that scrutinized him before their gaze fell on the pocket of his down jacket.

"You must be in charge of aerial photography, right? We're going to do interviews up ahead, so it's not on our way."

The sound was crisp and pleasant to hear.

As expected of a media reporter, her voice is really pleasant... Wenjie pursed her lips and smiled, "Coincidentally, I'm going over there too."

The woman gave a slight smile and tilted her head: "Come on up!"

Wenjie opened the passenger door and quickly climbed into the car.

After I sat down, a silvery voice rang out from the back row: "Where's your drone?"

Wenjie took out his phone, and his superior quickly tapped... If he remembered correctly, the phones they were given for carrying out missions had a WeChat group.

Those carrying out missions can use code words to report the battle situation at any time.

These phones, configured uniformly by higher authorities, can avoid being tracked, located, monitored, or interfered with.

He was stunned when he saw the password field.

He tried using his fingerprint, but it didn't unlock.

His mind was preoccupied with his phone, anxious about the situation on the street in front of the station, whether any other rioters had been spotted, and whether there would be any further explosions...

Just then, the female reporter asked about drones.

“I don’t have a drone!” he replied curtly, a stark contrast to his demeanor when he hitched a ride earlier.

The air became a little awkward when a question came from the back seat: "Then why did you get in the car?"

Is this... a foreigner?
Who among Chinese people can speak Chinese in such an awful way?

Wenjie looked up and peered inquiringly at the back seat of the car.

Next to the female reporter sat a beautiful foreign woman with blonde hair and brown eyes.

Wenjie paused for a moment, then smiled knowingly. It wasn't surprising that international friends would also be reporting on it simultaneously.

“I didn’t say I had a drone,” he said, sticking out his tongue.

"you……"

The two women were speechless.

Thinking about it, that makes sense; it seems he really didn't say that... The female reporter sighed: "Let's get out of the car, we've arrived."

Wenjie glanced out the car window and could vaguely see the top of the pointed tower on the east side of the Imperial Capital Railway Station.

He thanked them happily, jumped out of the car, and ran south.

He weaved through the crowd, leaping over the roadside railings like lightning, the wind whipping his windbreaker, leaving them only with his running silhouette.

The female reporter slowly withdrew her gaze.

The blonde girl standing nearby teased, "What, Su, do you have feelings for him?"

The female reporter, called Su, blushed instantly, inwardly cursing: "To be so blunt, it's really hard to accept."

She replied coquettishly, "No way! I thought he had a drone and would send over some photos to add some flair to our report."

The driver parked the car and muttered, "There's a drone right behind our car."

"Hey, Lao Song, Lisa didn't ask you."

The blonde girl, called Lisa, grinned.

Foreigners' smiles are so unrestrained, I can't stand them... Su Xiao shrugged.

Old Song shouldered his photography equipment and urged, "Let's get to work! Come on, let's go over there first!"

The three people walked towards a crowded area on the road.

Lisa glanced back at the direction Wenjie had disappeared in and quickly sent a message on her phone: "How's it going over there on Zhanqian Street? I saw a patch carrier pass by!"

The other party quickly replied: "No wonder one of the assassins over there was exposed so quickly; it must be related to the involvement of the patch carrier."

“I vaguely heard an explosion. Sue was next to me at the time, so it wasn’t convenient for her to send a message to ask for details. Does that mean they’ve been exposed?” Lisa raised an eyebrow.

"They weren't fully exposed; there are still three people scattered around. The explosion at the exact hour served as a distraction for the police..."

Lisa breathed a sigh of relief, then her eyebrows furrowed again: "Isn't Wenjie supposed to be a rich young master? How come he has a set identity in the system scenario? I didn't receive any notification about a patch to exchange for a hidden identity."

"Our intelligence should be correct. Before he entered the system, he was indeed the son of Wen Tianyi, the general manager of Wenshi Group. After we kidnapped him, Wen Tianyi searched frantically for his son in M ​​City."

Lisa's high, prominent brow bone framed her two beautiful eyebrows, which were tightly furrowed together. She typed "why, why, why!" several times in the encrypted chat box.

"It seems things aren't that simple! This Wenjie has some connections."

After hanging up the phone, a foreign man in a gray suit slowly walked to the wall.

A 3D cityscape picture hangs on the wall.

There are no place names or street names marked on it.

At first glance, it's hard to tell that this is a map of the place.

With a "snap," he turned off the only light in the room.

Darkness instantly enveloped the entire room.

At this moment, the lights of the buildings opposite illuminated the map, revealing fluorescent lines on it.

(End of this chapter)