20:15:23.
After a brief period of revelry, Sergio saw the scene through the control room's cameras... the ultimate banquet in the hall. He went to the bathroom and threw up halfway through. Damn it, he hadn't eaten all day and had drunk several bottles of expensive whiskey with Joseph that could make someone jump off a building. He almost died.
He turned the tap on full blast and splashed cold water on his face. He could hardly muster the courage to go back to his room. Who knew how long that war maniac would keep lecturing him about historical documents? Even though he was pretentious and powerful, no one could resist brainwashing.
He thought to himself that the current situation was just like those Eoubs executives who hid in headquarters drinking tea every day. Their clothing and etiquette, their personalities and resumes, were all extremely exquisite. They could even write a paper on their speech and win many loyal fans.
Like the activities here, unlike most programs that cater to desires and can only attract attention with bloodshed and violence, the luxurious, simple, and perverse things in the hall are an ancient culture—before that, everything is trampled on, which is another popular culture, completely devoid of substance—the most basic life and death and the cage, like the style and order of the tableware of the powerful, as if these decadent products really have a significant role in determining the fate of human classes.
Sergio looked up at the person in the mirror. His face was pale, mainly because of the drugs. A few strands of hair were loose... If it weren't for that ridiculous and bizarre outfit, he would definitely look like a top male model.
But he didn't like that look.
It didn't feel like I had just witnessed a bizarre and tragic carnival show filled with death and violence. Instead, it felt like I had just climbed out of someone's bed or was about to go to someone's bed to indulge in something.
He stared at himself in the mirror, thinking that the observers were probably laughing at him on the screen. Those idiots would always find a way to find them, at all times, even at the moment of death. They would look at him with a bored look that said, "Oh, another consumable is gone." Thinking of this, he suddenly felt extremely nauseous and couldn't help but vomit again, but nothing came out.
"That's not cool at all."
Sergio shook his head. It must be the alcohol that made him so stupid. Come on, he's supposed to be the most carefree and unconventional person in the world.
However, when he returned to the room, he was surprised again. "Damn it, there's another person here, and he's a man. Is Joseph gay?"
The man had a handsome face, far more striking than most people he'd ever seen, making one wonder if he'd undergone cosmetic surgery. Unlike ordinary plastic surgery, his face was like a meticulously crafted work of art, refined and gentle. To put it bluntly, if he wore a wig and some distinctive clothing, he could easily replace the most expensive men in any entertainment venue.
But as soon as Sergio met him, he sensed that the man was very low-key and had little presence in the public media. Those so-called powerful and wealthy people are always like this. They don't need to work or have exposure. They have long held the core of this rotten world tightly in their hands, which is very enviable.
These people appreciate the rebellion of most people of lower status. Death and rebellion are merely spice in life, insignificant trifles in their long, boring, and tedious existence. This is the most distinctive capitalist taste in America.
He didn't know how long these creatures from the sky would live, or what their ultimate fate would be, but he knew they wouldn't suffer like them, spending their entire lives struggling with how to kill others.
Once you're chosen by Eoubs, no one can completely guarantee your survival; that's the price of acquiring those traits.
Someone has to die.
No matter who it is, no matter how many people will jump into hell.
To Sergio's surprise, as he sat back down on the sofa, Joseph said, "Let me introduce you. This is my second student, Adam."
Damn, all those seemingly invincible and arrogant ideas just now are now complete nonsense. It turns out it was another top-tier expert all along.
The good news is that he feels less pressured about this raid. With a bit more luck, he might just be able to relax and retire, lying in that deck chair he's used for who knows how many years, living out his remaining years in peace.
"Sure, that mission is no problem at all. The operatives from the Asian branch are just a bunch of trash. With the two of you there, you can just go around killing them."
"Uh..." Adam didn't react for a while. He looked at Joseph, then looked away at Sergio and said, "I don't kill people, my friend."
Sergio felt he must have drunk too much, and he was no longer able to distinguish between heaven and earth.
That person must be joking with his mother.
"Here is the list and information. Take a look."
As Joseph spoke, he opened his briefcase and took out the death list from the special letter. The first name on the list was He Yu, followed by Merlink and Carlos, along with photos and descriptions of their characteristics.
"By the way, this student of mine really doesn't like to use his hands—or rather, in his three-year career at Eoubs, he hasn't killed a single person."
Sergio had just finished reading the documents when he heard this, and then he immediately sobered up.
“I’ve met these three people before, in front of the Orange County police station. However, because they were on duty without pay and got involved without permission, I didn’t look at the information before I left.”
He spoke frankly and asked a sincere question: "Hiss... let me confirm this again."
"The three of us are going to kill someone tomorrow, right?"
“That’s right,” Joseph nodded and said.
"Then your student says he doesn't like killing."
"Yes."
"Then what's he doing here?"
“He will be very useful when necessary,” Joseph said, taking a sip of his wine. He seemed to be in a good mood.
"Yes, that's awesome."
Sergio immediately applauded. As expected of a natural disaster, his suspense was truly inherited from Eoubs. If I were the head of the Americas branch, I would have sent a few nuclear bombs to your house as a gift long ago.
"If I may ask another question, why didn't your first student come?"
“Ah—just a few hours ago, I killed him with my own hands.”
Sergio, his eyes smeared with excrement, stared at Adam with an expression of utter disbelief, as if the world were ending: "What is your rank, sir?"
"C05, nice to meet you." Adam couldn't be more polite, and even thoughtfully handed him a wet wipe, probably because he smelled the strong smell of alcohol and was afraid that he might throw up on the spot.
"Awesome, bro."
Sergio cursed inwardly, "Damn it, you've made it to C05 and you still say you won't kill anyone? Are you some kind of Buddha reincarnated? Trying to convert everyone with love?"
He was deeply moved tonight.
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