Soul Patch

Chapter 280 A Conspiracy

[Online Task]

[Target Individual: Yang Shanshan]

【杨珊珊将于2009年9月30日 21：32被谋杀】

As the feeling of weightlessness subsided, Wenjie gradually recovered from the dizziness...

"Crackling and rumbling, crackling and rumbling"

"Kuang, kuang, kuang..."

The powerful mechanical sound, combined with rhythmic impacts, assaulted Wenjie's eardrums. He felt a ringing in his ears and had to rub his ears vigorously and swallow a few times.

"Look at this, armored tantalum!"

"Look, look! Look over there!"

The people around him were whispering excitedly. Wenjie realized he was standing in a sea of ​​people, surrounded by hundreds... no, thousands...

He stood on tiptoe and peered out; the brightly lit main street was a sea of ​​people—it was completely packed with them! There was no end in sight… Wenjie gasped. There must be tens of thousands of them! These people…

He quickly connected the scene before him with his experiences over the past few days:

The system time is set to September 30, 2009.
Could this be... medical reading?

2009, that should have been the 60th anniversary!
So this place is indeed the capital city.

He swept past the dense crowd, his eyes narrowing slightly as he gazed at the buildings on the south side of the road:
The complex of buildings was like a diamond in the darkness, dazzling and magnificent.

Through the glass curtain wall, one could almost see white-collar workers moving about in the cubicles, including some well-dressed trendsetters who were peering through the floor-to-ceiling windows at the unprecedented scale of the pre-event preparations for this grand event.

After a moment's thought, Wenjie blurted out the word "soho".

This is SOHO China's first attempt at a furniture-based office space concept that blends different elements... So, is this SOHO Modern City at No. 88 Jianguo Road, along East Chang'an Avenue in Beijing?

Guomao, a modern city!

Isn't that a landmark building in the CBD business district?

The CBD, as the leading commercial district among Beijing's six major business districts, along with Yansha, Lido, Wangfujing, Asian Games Village, Xidan, and Zhongguancun, is hailed as the most modern and prosperous area in Beijing, and is a symbol of Beijing's transformation into an international metropolis.

So... how do I know all this?

Am I familiar with this place?
The thought flashed through his mind, and he felt that the previously chaotic thoughts and fragments of memory in his mind seemed to have been touched... Those memories buried in his subconscious surged uncontrollably, flowing rapidly and connecting into a line.

I belong to the Special Guard Regiment of the First Division of the Central Guard Regiment, number 101, and am currently on a mission.

Number 101, and my number in the system is also 101! Is this a coincidence or is there some connection between the two?
"Mission in progress, mission..." Wenjie felt a throbbing pain in his head. He gasped in pain and pressed his temples.

"Oh my god, look at that mechanized formation!" "Type 99 main battle tank!"

The surrounding noise continued...

Something on his body suddenly vibrated twice, followed by a beeping sound.

"Number 101, how's the situation on your end?"

The voice was cold and stern, carrying a suffocating pressure.

By the way, this is the task I'm carrying out: security work for the grand event.

He is currently at the Guomao area along Chang'an Avenue, where for five or six kilometers stretch the parade grounds and formations that will participate in tomorrow's military parade. According to the notification, the parade will include 59 formations (formations) and a joint band, totaling approximately 1.5 people.

If we add the performers and staff who will be performing in the square, and the large number of people selected by various towns and villages to be the audience... it is estimated that there will be nearly 100,000 people!
The veins on Wenjie's forehead bulged and throbbed.

The military parade on October 1st involved 15,000 people, more than 160 aircraft of various types, and 580 pieces of equipment. These numbers seem to be imprinted in my mind, without needing to be consciously thought about.

Wenjie looked down at his outfit: dark gray casual pants, a dark plaid shirt, and a thin windbreaker over them.

He felt discomfort on the bridge of his nose and subconsciously reached out to adjust it, only to find that his glasses had slipped down.

When did I start wearing glasses?

Oh, plainclothes officers in disguise.

He placed his hands on his waist, and beneath his rain jacket was a uniform sidearm.

His memory was slowly returning, and the things that were previously blurry were now presented to him with unparalleled clarity. His facial features tightened, and his hand on the gun handle unconsciously increased its pressure.

The gun barrel aimed at him...

A sinister grin spread across the desperado's face as a delicate figure stood before him...

The girl, shot and limp, collapsed in his arms...

Shanshan!

He muttered to himself, his brow furrowed.

He remembered it all.

Yang Shanshan shielded him from bullets that reeked of gunpowder.

Wenjie remembered this crucial piece of information. He quickly squeezed through the crowd and came to a quiet corner by the roadside.

I glanced at my phone; it was 20:06 PM.
There is less than an hour left until 21:32.

If I were to say that this chapter and the subsequent plot crossed a red line, then for the sake of logical coherence and the integrity of the entire story, this part of the plot cannot be cut. Therefore, I've spent the last few days adjusting the outline. I wonder if you all believe me? (Serious face)
(End of this chapter)