01:49:26.

"Get the hell out of here."

A pedestrian flagged down an orange taxi, but before he could even step on it, he was pulled off and thrown violently to the ground.

"You fucking give it to me..."

Just as the driver was about to say something, he saw a gun being raised and pointed directly at his forehead.

"Where would you like to go, esteemed guest?"

The newcomer was a young man with a wounded left shoulder. He looked haggard, and his clothes were stained with large patches of blood, as if he had just been through a major battle.

Sergio just stared at him, then forced out a fake smile.

"Get the car moving and stop talking nonsense, fucking get the car on!"

The driver was truly exasperated. He swallowed hard, thinking, "Damn it... life is full of surprises. For the first time, I couldn't sleep in the middle of the night and wanted to work overtime to earn some extra money, but I ended up running into a desperate criminal. It must be that his mother went to church last week to meet a nun and upset God. Karma has come to pass."

The car thoughtfully had the heater on; I had just taken the taxi and was initially too lazy to use the electricity, but the situation was different now, and he even spent a few seconds tidying up the environment.

Sergio fired a few shots without even turning his head, not even glancing at the brain-splattered corpse. He simply closed the car door, stated the destination—a military airfield—and didn't say another word. The driver was more than happy to oblige; it was best not to engage him in philosophical discussions, lest he get carried away and shoot himself.

He followed the other party's instructions, turned on the navigation, determined that the destination was 30 kilometers away, and drove there without even turning on the odometer.

After a while, Sergio finally breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that Joseph hadn't caught up. Ten minutes earlier, he had finished administering the removal potion, freed himself from 'Share' control, and jumped out of the car and ran away. It was a race against time; if he had been any slower, he would have been dead.

Fortunately, the butterfly effect recovered in no time.

"Relax, buddy. I'm just... well, like Grand Theft Auto. Have you ever played San Andreas?"

“Never, sir.”

He reluctantly accepted the answer.

"It's a pity, it seems you didn't have a perfect childhood."

Sergio's expression instantly became much more arrogant. What trash, he's never even experienced such a gem.

But some people are already thinking about how to get rid of him.

"Well, your life must be quite exciting."

In reality, this unfortunate fellow was a member of Eoubs, only an E-rank, and also a member of the reconnaissance department, working under Krause.

"That's for sure... I guess you've probably never heard of Eoubs, right?"

The driver looked bewildered. "Damn it, what kind of luck is this? I can't believe I ran into a fellow driver here."

At this moment, his brain was racing, wondering what level this bastard was. But it didn't seem too high. Normal operatives are all fierce-looking tough guys, how could they be chased and killed and even escape into a taxi?

"Judging from your reaction, I know you've never heard of it before."

Sergio never intended to let him go. As soon as they arrived at the airport, he would raise his gun and fire a burst into the back of the guy's head. What an idiot, driving fast in the middle of the night! Doesn't he fear running into a tough guy?

"Let me give you an example, like... how much do you usually earn in a month?"

"Eighteen thousand."

He hesitated for a second before choosing to answer truthfully. Eoubd's job requirement for him was to drive a taxi around the forbidden zone every day to see if there was any chance to pick up a bargain. He basically drove around during the day and did nothing at night. He could earn 700 yuan a day and take leave whenever he wanted.

Sergio's eyes nearly popped out of his head when he heard this. "Are you fucking kidding me? Why would I work for Eoubs when driving a taxi is so lucrative?" But he didn't take it to heart, thinking the guy was just talking nonsense.

"That's awesome, bro."

"Just pretend I just farted... Do you know about the plane crash in Los Angeles not long ago? There are tons of pointless conspiracy theories online, but I can tell you the truth."

"That was all orchestrated by Eoubs."

Although the driver was only an E-level personnel, he still became somewhat interested at this point.

"Please continue."

He had naturally seen similar news, which was spreading like wildfire on forums and the dark web. However, most of the posts with the highest likes were made by idiots trying to gain fame by riding the wave of popularity. The reason behind this is obvious to everyone. Those idiots have no worries at all. They copy and paste like crazy every day, as if the next thing they do is cause the earth to explode.

Click—

Sergio changed the magazine, a gloating smile on his face.

"Simply put, a bunch of idiots want to use cheap things—like obedient 'dogs' or pretty good 'tools'—and throw them all out as bargaining chips in an attempt to get a huge piece of the pie."

"And then guess what happened?"

"The 'dog' that I've raised for so many years has actually harbored resentment towards those owners from the very beginning. Now, not only has it turned on me, but it has also made a mess of the house, chewing up and destroying everything in sight. There are several other disobedient 'dogs' like this, but none of them will submit to the others. If they encounter each other, they will continue to fight until one of them is completely defeated."

"As for those 'tools,' those that needed to be scrapped have been scrapped, and those that needed to be recycled have been taken back. What value do they still have?"

These words struck the driver like a thunderbolt, instantly reminding him of his heartless boss, Krauser. He had been woken up by a phone call an hour earlier and rushed to the branch office without even brushing his teeth, apparently because of some major incident. Now that he thought about it… it might have a lot to do with this guy.

That's very likely the case. With such a big commotion, there's probably some internal strife.

"So, did I describe it very vividly? Damn... actually, my childhood dream has been to become a public speaker. Do you think I have the talent?"

Sergio felt a surge of pleasure. Even though he was telling lies, it was still very pretentious, wasn't it?

Just then, the satellite phone that had been kept safe suddenly rang. The caller was the person in charge of this mission. He asked if everything was going smoothly. Joseph was already on the blacklist. According to the latest news from Los Angeles, this living devil was immune to all the characteristics of any detected forbidden substances, and his physical skills were superb. The origin of the sword he carried was also terrifyingly exaggerated.

"It doesn't matter, I'm already prepared to moisturize it."

Sergio didn't even think about it. Damn it, you guys really know how to be wise after the event. It's thanks to the butterfly effect that I survived a few times, otherwise I would have really been killed.

Then, as if struck by a sudden inspiration, he glanced towards the window.

And then we saw that chilling scene.