Southwestern California.
Los Angeles, 17:54:53.
Sergio stepped onto the street outside the exit gate. Sunlight and cheers from the crowd washed over him like waves. He squinted, thinking how noisy it was. He had finally escaped from those idiots' labs in Northern Europe, a place where there wasn't even a bird dropping. Seeing such a lively scene all of a sudden was quite a shock.
In the Americas, the whole world is like a shimmering ocean, churning with money, noise, and the desire for power.
A long, black luxury car was parked by the roadside, looking like a monster lying on the ground. It was probably the car Eoubs was using to take him to the conference. These people had too much money to burn. There were also vehicles escorting them, which looked like armored vehicles, as if a large group of people were preparing to start a war.
Although it's flashy, it suits her status.
I'm fucking handsome.
Thinking this, he smoothed his hair, pushed through the crowd, and walked towards the lead car.
The next second, someone grabbed him by the back of his collar and swore at him with a very strong profanity, pulling him back to his feet.
"Hiss..." Sergio lost his balance and almost fell. He looked back and saw a security guard with a fierce appearance, the kind of face that could easily be in a B-movie. He was still going at it and looked like he was about to pull out the baton from his waist and crack his skull open.
Just as he was considering whether to go on a killing spree, a fucking hottie, with a face so exquisite it looked like she was 3D printed, walked out of the hall. As soon as this bitch's face was revealed, the crowd became several times more excited, as if that person could immediately have sex with them.
It took him five seconds to realize that Eoubs hadn't sent anyone to meet him at all, and that he was blocking their way.
Fuck you, that's so embarrassing!
Sergio imagined himself in that situation: if some idiot dressed casually, wearing a fake suit and beach shorts, tried to squeeze into the car seat of a lowbrow idol, he would smash that moron's head open.
There was an awkward silence around him for a moment, and he suddenly felt that he would die of embarrassment if he stayed any longer, so he quickly apologized and slipped away.
Ten minutes later, he appeared in the residential area, having bought a pack of cigarettes on the way. The cigarettes had been spiked with something, which the shopkeeper claimed was a specialty of the Americas and would definitely make you feel amazing.
Just as he was about to have some fun, Sergio discovered that his lighter was broken.
It doesn't matter. There are so many drug users in America. This kind of hallucinogen tucked into a cigarette is sure to be popular. It's convenient and pleasurable. You can just ask anyone for a light.
He wandered around for over half an hour without encountering a single drug addict. When the hell did Los Angeles become a model city? Isn't it known for its freedom? Two years ago, when he came here for work, he would run into drug dealers in the public restrooms, vying to promote their new products. This time, there wasn't even a single smoker. It's ridiculously out of the ordinary.
Fortunately, he remembered the way he came, so he went back and bought a ten-dollar cigarette lighter from the unscrupulous shopkeeper. He also asked for two extra packs, just in case something unexpected happened.
It can be said that what you fear most has come to pass.
Just as Sergio lit his cigarette and took a deep drag, a cool-looking modified car, reminiscent of a sci-fi blockbuster, sped past him. Its tires sank into a ditch, splashing dirty water all over him, soaking his clothes and cigarette.
He suppressed the urge to kill, wiped his face, and turned to look.
The car window rolled down, and the pretty girl sat up straight, giving him a striking smile that suggested she'd gotten herself into trouble but had no intention of taking responsibility. It was exceptionally beautiful. She said, "Idiot, bye-bye."
Then he drove off.
Sergio was stunned for a moment, unable to find a rebuttal. As expected of a model who sells her body, her tone was even more irritating than that of a streetwalker.
—To be honest, this city has changed so much. At first, its absurd behavior only affected a few nearby districts. But after the large number of forbidden items appeared, its influence on the surrounding area began to grow stronger year by year, and now it shines brightly.
Perhaps most of the operatives who come here can resist all temptations and represent a desperate resistance in the darkness. Even if the outcome is extremely tragic, some of them can still turn their sacrifices into something intangible, which will spread and intensify.
Sergio could understand the impact of Joseph's executions on Los Angeles, but he couldn't understand how those ordinary people who had been living a life of idleness could become so arrogant and unrestrained just a few years later, simply because of the pride brought by some empty fame.
Damn it, the reason he thought that way was because he was the only one who could be arrogant. To hell with Eoubs, to hell with natural disasters. He was here for free this time. If Joseph's mental pollution level hadn't been in the top 20 in the Americas, he wouldn't have come to join the fun.
Right now, I really don't want to argue with a pretty face.
As for the destroyed cigarettes, oh well, it doesn't matter if he misses out on one night of fun. Anyway, once they get to the rendezvous point, he has plenty of ways to get some contraband for a good night's entertainment.
Just then, the phone rang. It was the Americas headquarters answering; I guessed it was that idiot manager urging me again.
Sergio had just pressed the answer button when a deafening explosion rang out. It seemed some idiot had been speeding and crashed into a speed bump. The sounds of burning and the bending and cracking of steel plates filled the air, and he couldn't hear a word being said on the other end of the line.
"I just arrived..."
At that moment, the phone was hit by a flying fragment and rendered useless. His palm bone was also pierced by the steel object, and blood flowed freely.
"Your mother's kiss? That's so unlucky, are you serious?" He was completely stunned. Losing the stuff was a minor issue; the problem was that Joseph arrived in Los Angeles around the same time as him, and Eoubs happened to call him, likely asking them to find a place to meet temporarily.
"Sigh..." Sergio sighed deeply, tore off a strip from his sleeve, and used it to bandage the wound. At the same time, he glanced at the road ahead. The actress who had been so smug just seconds before had just rushed out of the passenger seat, covered in flames and scorched beyond recognition.
He immediately found the man much more agreeable. Good riddance! This is the fate of most people. In a consumer-driven city, businesses do everything they can to study consumer desires—whether it's tender affection or upside-down world order. They exaggerate and embellish these desires as much as possible, and then set a high price. If you want to sell something meaningful, this is how it works.
Now that the commodity has fulfilled its purpose in this life, how can one not feel gratified?
So, Sergio neither called the police nor gloated as he kicked the phone. He spent some time finding a public phone booth, and just as he was about to dial, he realized he had run out of cash, and that the phone didn't support online payments. So, he reluctantly went to a shop selling counterfeit liquor, where he exchanged a considerable amount of money. Immediately afterward, a man held up an old Czech handgun, pressed it against his head, and said, "Robbery!"
"Fuck you, when will this ever end?"
He finally couldn't hold back any longer, and suddenly erupted into a killing spree.
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