"Hello? Yun..."
Yun answered the phone and listened to the lectures presented to him. There was no fear that the voice would reach someone else, thanks to the system.
Her eyes lit up when she heard the voice on the phone.
"Plan A Phase 3 completed."
Plan A Phase 3...
"Very good"
He looked at the paper in his hand.
-Plan A Phase 1: Doomsday
-Plan A Phase 2: Film Against Apocalypse-adaptation from the book
-Plan A Phase 3: Finishing the installation of the artificial habitat in space
His plans were being carried out gradually.
But Plan A was no longer the master plan for him. Because he wouldn't be able to keep up with Plan A.
Plan B changed to master plan.
-R.O.S.E.
The future was coming hard.
"Plan A Theme: A new civilization in space"
Abandoned.
Even if he did not continue, this plan would come true thanks to the system he established.
But Plan A was of no use to him. His fear came true, his side plan to avoid being caught off guard had now become the main plan.
"Negative, 121 and others, I'm giving you a new order-"
He didn't hesitate.
There would be no way back from this road.
His eyes darkened like ink drops in water, taking on the darkest shades of blue.
He opened his mouth and gave the order.
"-My order..."
"Your takeover of plan A"
***
Prepared for a fierce battle. The final stage of preparation remained. One step...
"System arrange taxi, I have an appointment to get to Valssey Bar"
Busraz's 'Sirens Bar', Valssey.
No, a few levels higher. Busraz, the land of fugitives, had a very rich cash flow. Naturally, Valssey had more possibilities.
He took off the mask of "the meeting of the gang leaders of Busraz". It was a silver plain opera mask, this time with a teardrop-shaped red diamond under his right eye.
He took the mask in his hand and rubbed the surface thoughtfully with his finger.
He took it with him and left the house.
***
Valssey Bar.
Around 08:00 at night.
The man in a suit and silver mask got out of the taxi. A teardrop-shaped red diamond under her right eye...
It was as bright as blood-red sharp eyes.
It progressed step by step.
The guards at the door blocked it with their hands, until he pulled a black card out of his pocket and showed it.
- Anonymous/ Leader of the Second Moon (S.M.) (Kadilth's underground boss)
After the guards looked at the mask, they wouldn't let him in just by relying on the card. Evidence was needed.
He pulled it out and showed something else.
"MA42!"
S.M. custom made weapon. It is only for members, it cannot be used even if it is in the hands of someone else, it has a constantly updated fingerprint function.
It has a program that self-destructs in case it tried to be modified.
"Not MA42, That's 50 00Liu!"
The 50 00Liu design is similar to the MA42, only a well-known but improved weapon. Its current members are only 17 people and are considered the main force of S.M.
"Red blood!"
Head-mounted diamond engraved and customized device such as the leader's symbol, muffler cap. Laser gun, powerful, fast and accurate and automatic target system that burns what it hits...
The guards quickly stepped aside in front of the barrel pointing at them. "Here you go, here you go!" wiping the sweat from his brow. saying.
He hid the card in the inside pocket of his jacket as he carried the gun to his belt.
He walked in, towards the private room reserved for them.
When he reached the door, he entered without hesitation, eyes focused on him. Everyone in the room is wearing another mask.
Dragon, fox, clown, devil and even rabbit...
The examining eyes focused on him, narrowed, as if building their self-interested computational analysis on it. Was it easy bait? Was it a raid? Quiet and cunning? Loud to appear strong?
Who ? What is what? What does it have? How knowledgeable is it? What brand of clothes? Is he wearing a watch? shoes?
Will it stretch once you get inside? Are you withdrawn? Or is he indifferent? Interested? Frugal, generous?
Secret guards? Does he have a companion? her lover? What is the fault? Woman, lust? Fame, fame? Money, wealth?
Family ? Favorites? Connected or independent? Agent or boss? What do they value? worldview? Was he acting out, pretending to be someone he wasn't? Bluffer or good gambler?
He pretended not to react to any of them until he sat down in his seat. He was so comfortable in a room full of domineering people staring at him.
The man sitting right next to him, the person to his right, is the person holding the arms industry.
The woman on her left is the mainstay of the international drug trade, and is also a major stylist.
The person in front of him is actually a president.
Behind him is a very famous actor. He is a role model and admirer of Nanren. That's why he remembered his face.
Everyone in this room is an actor.
Different during the day, different at night, personality, body, identity...
Some sell their souls to the devil, some worship money, while others make peace statements during the day, they trade bombs at night...
This is swamp.
Where you're going to be up to your neck in the dirt.
And he is one of them.
Everything: to survive.
-To be continued-