A down-and-out middle-aged man unexpectedly reincarnates back to 28 years ago. He encounters a shocking heist and activates the "Black Gold System".
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The gunfire stopped, and Lin Dong was already standing in the hall.
His black suit still carried a hint of the sunlight from outside.
His right hand was fiddling with an arc gun with great interest.
At the tip of the spear, bursts of blue lightning crackled, like tamed silver snakes.
A blush finally appeared on Li Jiaxin's pale face.
"Lin...Lin Dong...Master Dong?" The gun in Liang Kun's hand fell onto the Italian leather sofa in fright.
As he stepped back, he happened to land next to this sofa, and then plopped down on it.
As he stepped back, he knocked over a bottle of red wine on the coffee table. The 1982 Lafite shattered on the floor, and the blood-red liquid spilled over his crocodile-skin boots.
"Sorry, I just ran into an elevator repairman and grabbed an arc gun to play with."
Lin Dong smiled slightly, casually tossed the arc gun in his hand to the ground, and clapped his hands:
"Long time no see, everyone! Hope I didn't scare you!"
Whether by coincidence or not, the neon sign outside the window suddenly exploded with a series of sparks, which were extremely dazzling even in broad daylight.
The distant sirens sounded even more piercing.
"Lang Kun, how much money does Miss Li owe you?"
Lin Dong's voice seemed to carry the unique vibration of electricity.
He slowly walked through the crowd and approached Li Jiaxin, who was huddled in a corner.
The tattoo on the back of Liang Kun's neck suddenly began to twist involuntarily again, the dragon totem of the Dong Sheng Gang seemed to be struggling and rising under his skin.
Yes, he was afraid.
The sunlight outside the glass curtain wall was much gentler.
Li Jiaxin smelled the fresh scent of ozone in the air. As she watched Lin Dong walk up to her, the suspended gunpowder smoke began to automatically move away.
"It's him...he really came!"
She sobbed, and finally broke down in tears.
As the last wisp of smoke dissipated into the ceiling, Li Jiaxin realized that her hand was tightly gripping Lin Dong's clothes.
The black fabric of his clothes was unusually warm, carrying a warmth like that of the deep sea.
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