Love, death, and false man

Chapter 37. Lakeside Park
9/29—12:33
The sky was clear and blue, and the wind swept through the gaps between the buildings, causing the glass curtain walls, which stood like harps, to tremble almost imperceptibly.

A female high school student wearing a white baseball cap, with long black hair cascading down her shoulders, a pink windbreaker, and khaki combat boots was reflected in the window of the executive lounge in the high-rise building.

Seemingly in an attempt to overcome her fear of heights, she tentatively moved forward step by step.

They called the war a dark cloud over the land. But they were the ones who created the weather, and then they stood in the rain and said, "Damn it, it's raining!"

I tried to concentrate on reciting the movie lines, but I couldn't get into the mood at all.

Ji Wei took two steps back, but still couldn't overcome it.

Feeling nervous and having sweaty palms in a high-altitude environment is a normal reaction, but some people may experience excessive anxiety or even somatic dizziness and nausea, which is called acrophobia.

I checked the time on my fitness tracker; I'm almost there.

He took the pistol out of the luxury messenger bag, attached a silencer, and tried not to put any extra burden on the server.

The targets of surveillance are too powerful to be brought back to the established algorithm through psychological pressure; the only option is to eliminate them.

Some high-rise buildings have secret floors, places that elevators cannot reach, such as the 30th and 31st floors, where one floor in between is skipped.

This executive lounge is one of them. The button panel does not indicate this floor, and the fire escape is also closed. It can only be reached by remote control in a designated elevator. The executive lounge is just a disguise. There are hidden doors behind the wine cabinets or shelves, leading to a secret high-end bespoke club.

The man was a middle-aged man in a casual jacket, with an air of authority and a commanding presence. As he entered through the remote-controlled elevator, a receptionist in a pencil skirt and gold-rimmed glasses greeted him with a loudspeaker's voice.

The targets are all operating in highly protected environments, making this the best location for operations.

Ji Wei, who was in the [Purge Channel], was completely invisible.

For freelancers without a fixed identity who wander the social ladder, the algorithm has a system of roving screening mechanisms, and its agents also disguise themselves as personnel from comprehensive marketing companies like Amway to conduct tracking and surveillance.

People who don't have a fixed area of ​​activity and frequently travel for work are also included in the cleanup.

Without the slightest hesitation, the Mozambican shooting method was used: two shots to the chest and one to the head.

The middle-aged man had three bloody holes in his body. The incomplete nerve signals made his body twitch. He wanted to scream but couldn't, and he collapsed to the ground.

The receptionist, who seemed oblivious, thought she was hallucinating. She shuffled back down in her high heels.

Everything in the executive lounge was running smoothly.

For someone like Ji Wei, having fewer than ten witnesses is already a very discreet way to clear the scene, and the server can easily eliminate the impact.

After removing the silencer and putting the pistol back into her small, luxury messenger bag, Ji Wei entered the elevator and pressed the button for the first floor.

Only when the elevator doors closed and descended could one faintly hear screams coming from the executive lounge.

Ji Wei pondered whether or not to go to class on Monday. Although it was a private university with very low attendance requirements for graduation, she still had to go occasionally.

Barring unforeseen circumstances, having handled so many objectives, I should have some flexible leave dates available.

【10.4】

The summit has set a date for coordinated operations.

You have been assigned to this mission.

[The relevant information has been sent to the terminal.]

The elevator arrived at the first floor and the doors slowly opened.

Ji Wei frowned slightly. Despite having climbed to a high position in this system, she still couldn't understand how it worked.

This is a secretive system of governance, where each member receives orders only from the summit, the structure of which remains unknown unless... access to the main server is granted.

I went to a dessert shop and ordered a vanilla ice cream for lunch. I took a picture, but considering that I didn't have any important social relationships to maintain, I decided not to post it. I just scrolled through short videos out of sheer boredom.

On the 4th, there are still 4 days to prepare for the battle. Time-coordinated operations often mean multi-party battles, so high-intensity training and preparation are necessary. On the 3rd, we will rest and recover our physical strength. How much can we increase the intensity of our Soul Fire in these few days? One joule of heat can play a decisive role in combat.

"This place is so beautiful..."

Ji Wei decided that she would train between the apartment and here for the next few days.

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9/29—12:35
Fang Yan, however, refused to believe in superstition and told Xia Bing about this strange event.

The reply I received was that it wasn't a big problem.

Even sending a single byte of information requires terrifying resources from a gravity accelerator, which would be astronomical for some smaller powers in the future.

Furthermore, because there is no server base station, the only option is to use the most primitive method: converting the data into a text document for display on electronic devices, making it extremely easy for third parties to capture.

Apart from the Legion, the Holy See, and the Soul Lord, the other forces are not worthy of being seated at the table, so they can be ignored.

Although it didn't happen often, Xia Bing had received such messages. These small forces were still surviving in the cracks, trying to change the course of history and profit from it in their own way.

Besides the three major powers, what other smaller, well-known factions are there?

Fang Yan sent a WeChat message asking the question.

[It seems to be the Wanderers Group and the Garden of Life, but they don't even have satellite base stations.]

Fang Yan pondered for a long time: Why wasn't he allowed to go to the lakeside park? Was it a good thing or a bad thing? Would going there kill him or something?

After considering the five yuan internet fee, I finally realized that my plan was to spend the next few days going back and forth in the park. I should trust myself and not let myself be distracted.

Regarding the two exclusive weapons required for the Killing Illusion, Fang Yan bought a kitchen fruit knife and a cleaver, both in the strict sense.

But I already have so much carry-on weight. I'm supposed to carry a pistol and a submachine gun anyway. There's nowhere to put the machete. It's on par with the Barrett. I'll leave it for now and bring it when there's a big job.

It simply allows the fruit knife to replace the original niche of the switchblade.

They won't let me go, but I'm going anyway, fully armed, to see what's going on.

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9/29—13:40
Binhai Bay Area, Lake Park.

Because Fang Yan has a fast internet connection and spends a lot of time watching videos, this so-called internet celebrity hotspot wasn't actually that popular; there weren't many people there.

The sky was clear and blue, without a single cloud.

Fang Yan couldn't help but sigh, "The rich really know how to have fun." This place was just a few steps away from the sea, and it was a huge artificial lake. It was truly amazing.

The park is located on a small island in the middle of the lake. To get to the center of the lake, you have to cross a wooden boardwalk. The water under the boardwalk is not deep, probably less than half a meter. You can wade across by rolling up your trousers. You can see some colorful glass-like ornamental stones and ornamental fish on the bottom of the water.

The lake was surrounded by forests, like in Vietnam, where there might be snipers. Fang Yan circled the lake once to make sure no one was sniping at him before daring to enter the center of the lake.

He was there on official business, not for a leisurely stroll. He rode his bicycle across the pedestrian bridge in an extremely uncivilized and low-class manner, searching for suspicious persons.

It wasn't that someone wanted to kill him; it was more likely that someone wanted to meet with him and perhaps tell him more of the truth. Fang Yan was still somewhat uneasy, but he had to come, just in case he missed something.

We haven't found the killer or the contact, but what's with this body proportion? And that guy in the pink windbreaker, those jeans are a bit of a cheat, aren't they? Hey, you're totally powerless against women wearing baseball caps! Leaning against the railing to drink water is dangerous, didn't anyone teach you that? Didn't you see the "No Leaning" sign?
My attention was immediately drawn to it.

Because of his lack of manners while riding a bicycle on the pedestrian bridge, Fang Yan failed to see the person in front of him and fell off his bicycle in an attempt to avoid them.

"Fuck..."

Fang Yan fell and was completely disoriented.

"You probably didn't see the 'No Riding' sign either, are you okay?"

Ji Wei had just read Fang Yan's real-time thoughts and felt that he also bore some responsibility, so she reached out her hand.

(End of this chapter)