22:31:53.
Los Angeles, Orange County.
After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Sheen led them to a garage. He Yu looked around for a while, then chose a car that looked very durable. He threw in the weapon pack that Eoubs had sent him and nimbly got into the driver's seat.
She followed without saying a word, and also drank a lot of alcohol, but she seemed relatively sober at the moment, perhaps because she hadn't taken any medication.
After getting into the car, he started running the self-check program and glanced around. The place was full of luxury cars. America is indeed rich. In addition to these special vehicles for operatives, there are also many limited edition cars. I heard that if you do a good job, you will be given one as a gift.
But nowadays, almost no one has ever driven them more than a few times. It's estimated that these things are driven one every day, and it would definitely take a year and a half to drive them all. Maybe they won't be finished even until someone dies.
Of course, he couldn't try them one by one. He heard from Sheen that the Americas branch had specific requirements for the number of times each car could be driven, and the timing was extremely precise.
At that moment, He Yu suddenly remembered the child in that virtual world. She stood in front of the sacred statue, with a delicate but exhausted face.
Pandora once said that the thing was everywhere, and although it looked magnificent, it was actually so wretched that it didn't resemble a statue of a god, but rather the face of a person from this era.
However, the way she held the gun was incredibly stubborn, as if she would still kill a few people and never give in, even if she were to fall to the ground and die the next second, becoming one of the wreckage scattered everywhere.
I wonder how she's doing at 252's house. Two equally crazy taboos, they're bound to fight and bicker every day when they get together.
Beside them, Carlos started the car, rolled down the window, whistled at them, and drove off.
In the passenger seat, their guide for the trip, gazed ahead. Against the backdrop of the giant SUV's black exterior, her face was pale and thin, devoid of emotion. In the bright light from the garage ceiling, her face appeared even more eerie and cold, as if something was burning within her, too painful to feel any fear.
Then He Yu realized what it was. He was familiar with it because he had felt it in Pandora as well.
Amidst the blood-soaked hell, it's like the scorching reflection in the eyes before self-destruction.
That was a cry for help.
They didn't talk at all on the way. Sheen was a man of few words, and he was thinking about what exactly the 832 was.
Half an hour later.
He Yu saw a park in the distance that was in a state of disrepair, with overgrown vegetation and a few wildflowers scattered around. He slowed down and soon saw a stone wall built directly in front of the park, with a sign that read "Dolphin Hotel Road Sign". The sign was deliberately aged and had no extra paint, which made it look very imposing.
The structure was a full four meters tall, stretching out like a high wall in front of the desolate garden. Behind the sign were other materials, including some rather eerie images, and the creator paid meticulous attention to detail, clearly intentionally creating that atmosphere. Weeds and vines grew around the stone wall, obscuring some of its edges. It was unclear who the master craftsman was, but they certainly added to its sophistication, making it seem as if it had stood there since ancient times, bearing the weight of countless generations of effort.
He Yu didn't look for more than a few seconds before driving forward. It was still a forty-minute drive to the Dolphin Hotel. Carlos, that idiot, was driving like he'd never raced before, maintaining a speed of 120 km/h the whole way. He was long gone by now.
Then he saw a car overtake him from behind. It was silver-gray with gold trim, clearly a high-end custom model.
“Look, anyone still out and about at this hour these days is basically an idiot.” He Yu lit a cigarette and tossed one to Xi En, completely ignoring that he was doing the same thing, and continued, “Especially those who drive luxury cars and speed, they deserve to get hit and killed.”
After he finished speaking, he turned on his hazard lights and steered straight ahead.
As if he had guessed what the other person was going to do, he changed lanes as well and blocked the way, giving the other person no chance to overtake.
"Oh ho—" He Yu raised an eyebrow, repeating the same trick again, but he was still stuck behind, and the car in front deliberately slowed down.
"Ha..." He chuckled, then turned to Sheen and asked, "Would killing someone now affect the mission?"
The latter looked at him expressionlessly, then shook his head: "Please do as you wish, I don't mind."
"Then fasten your seatbelt."
There are two sides to the story.
Customized car interior.
Sergio said to Adam with a proud look on his face, "See? This is how you deal with these show-off bastards."
Of course, he didn't see that the person in the SUV was He Yu. He just assumed that it was some rich second-generation who was drunk and wanted to vent his anger. Anyway, the journey to the Dolphin Hotel was still far away, so he might as well play a trick on the passers-by. If they dared to take it seriously, he would get out of the car and kill them.
"Next, I bet these hothouse flowers won't dare..."
Before he could finish speaking, he saw through his rearview mirror that the SUV suddenly accelerated, pulled up beside him, and then crashed into him.
The two cars collided heavily, and the custom car that Sergio had taken from the banquet veered off the road at an angle and crashed into a row of speed barriers.
The reinforced solid railing cracked instantly under the impact, sending dust flying. Half of the front of the car was sheared off. He reacted quickly and switched the engine back to manual driving mode, trying to get the car out of the way.
At the same time, He Yu swerved the steering wheel, reversed a short distance, and crashed into it from the side again.
The angle was very precise; it hit your engine.
The next second, Sergio's car flew out again and crashed into a large patch of bushes.
Before he could even restart the engine, He Yu opened the car door, grabbed the rocket launcher that Sheen handed him, and fired three shots at that spot.
Flames erupted between the luxury car and the elegant flower field in an instant. The original scenery of the place was quite nice, perfect for people with a girlish heart to visit and take pictures. In Carlos's words, it was pure nonsense that they bloomed in this season. They were obviously artificially cultivated. They didn't care about the season and just bloomed wildly, using up their remaining life as their purpose in this life.
He Yu's car traced an arc and came to a steady stop. Without even checking if the people in the sports car were dead, he fixed the scope and fired two more shots at the burning car body.
At the same moment, Sheen pulled a submachine gun from under the car seat, opened the window, turned his head, aimed, and started firing wildly in that direction.
All the bullets hit, shattering the glass. A figure thrashed about in the driver's seat for a moment, then kicked open the door and rushed out.
Without any hesitation, she fired several more shots at the burning figure until the magazine was completely empty.
She heard the sound of her skull cracking; it was familiar and nostalgic.
In the retro-style wasteland, smoke and fire suddenly filled the air.
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