Desperate Night.

Chapter 581 First Entry
One hour later, Linglong Empire, Beijiang City.

In an exhibition gallery called Four Seasons.

Rows of special paintings with the theme of the four seasons are hung on the walls for people to appreciate and comment on.

Yan Wei pretended to be an ordinary tourist and walked into the exhibition hall.

She took a quick look at herself. She was wearing a white dress, a big wavy copper round hat, her long hair simply draped behind her, and a big V-neck cut on her chest, revealing her breasts that were about to burst out.

In fact, she hated dressing like this, but for this mission, she had to dress like this because of the role she played. At this time, she was enduring and struggling, and her mood had continued to fall to the bottom. She was in a very bad state.

She touched the pearl earrings on her ears. On the surface, they looked like earrings, but in fact, they were long-distance covert band communicators for transmitting sound.

"Do we have to dress so disgustingly? My chest and legs feel cold!" Yan Wei whispered.

"Your current identity is the second daughter of a wealthy businessman. You have returned from studying abroad and have profound attainments in art. The country you visited has an open atmosphere and hot temperatures. The second daughter you play is also relatively open-minded. This is her most conservative dress." The helpless voice of teammate Miaozi came through the headset.

Yan Wei lowered his head and glanced at the legs that were only wrapped in a thin layer of white silk.

"Can't you change into something warmer?"

"No way, you need to talk to Lord Zafra who arranged this plan." Teammate Miaozi shirked the blame, "But don't you look pretty in this outfit? You look fairy-like. You're also fair-skinned and pretty."

"Haha. Being good-looking is meaningless. It is only worthy of being an accessory to increase the material value. If you can't speak, you can shut up." Yan Wei said coldly.

"Weiwei, you have such a bad temper," Miaozi said helplessly. "What's wrong with being good-looking?"

Yan Wei is well-known in their small organization for his bad temper, impatience and coldness.

Although she is very beautiful, she has a good figure, plump and strong, big breasts, and long and well-proportioned legs. It is almost the standard of an iceberg beauty.

But because of her temper, no one could stand her.

They belong to an official secret organization called Green Light. This time, it was a top-secret message from above that a set of life armor called Shahe from the Inluo people, which was made of local materials from Yanxing, was assembled and ready to be transported to the capital of Linglong. They needed to help guard it along the way.

And the city of Beijiang is one of the key points of this transfer.

"There are still fifteen minutes left. The transfer team's vehicle will pass by the block in front of the exhibition hall. We will release the reconnaissance unit about thirty seconds in advance. You should pay attention to the opportunity and be on guard at all times." Miaozi reminded.

"I know." Yan Wei nodded secretly. He pinched the armor parts hidden in the sleeves on the inside of his forearms. This time, the organization dispatched a total of three cadres, all of whom were human masters who had mastered the life armor parts and whose strength far exceeded that of ordinary people.

She is one of them.

After checking the time, she naturally pretended to appreciate the paintings, took two steps, and changed a painting to continue looking at.

The painting depicts a child who accidentally falls out of a window, but is caught by a flying Inluo man who passes by, who gently holds him up and lets him go into the window.

When Yan Wei came over, there was already an argument in front of the picture.

"I said, the Inluo people are just a group, an ethnic group, with good and bad people among them. This painting expresses that the Inluo people are not as cold-blooded as they appear. There are good parts among them, too. We should deal with them with a gentle attitude, find the moderates among them, and rely on them to fight against the hard-line and cold-blooded factions." The person who said this was a white-haired old man in casual clothes. He had a frown on his face, and there were two young men following him, who seemed to be his descendants.

"I've also said that competition between ethnic groups is not constrained by good and evil. Only when life levels are similar will there be more extensive sympathy. Hardliners will not be guided by sympathy, only moderates will. And moderates are moderate by nature. In the internal struggle for power, they cannot be opponents of hardliners, so they are destined to be only a very small part. Therefore, if we expect to rely on moderates as a pillar to deal with hardliners, there will only be one result, and that is total failure."

On the other side, the person who said this was a strong young man.

He seemed to be here alone, wearing a simple white T-shirt and dark blue jeans, which could not hide the solid muscular outline of his body.

"Then what do you think is the best way?" The old man looked at the sturdy man and said solemnly.

"Run away. Try to avoid confrontation first. Going into battle knowing you can't win is courting death. It's a meaningless sacrifice. Only by keeping yourself useful can you have hope for the future." The sturdy man answered.

The old man snorted coldly when he heard this, as if he was disdainful, and turned around and left with his men.

Yan Wei also felt disgusted.

"Escaping will only make you more miserable." She couldn't help but blurt out.

Images of family members lying in pools of blood also emerged in my mind.

At that time, she escaped. Using the opportunity her parents helped her to get, she did survive, but what she got in return was deep guilt and pain for herself.

If I could have called for help in time and called the police to rescue my family members who were affected by the aftermath of the Luo people's fight, maybe the consequences would not have been so serious.
But there is no if.

"Escape is not passive, but a strategic withdrawal for a stronger counterattack in the future." The strong man replied with a smile.

"Do you think you can fight back?" Yan Wei asked coldly. "You don't understand what you are facing!"

"Everyone has weaknesses. Things may be difficult or dangerous, but only when people survive can there be hope. Isn't it?" the man continued.

"If everyone was like you, the entire Linglong would have been destroyed long ago!" Yan Wei retorted.

"Not really." The man was about to continue.

"Otherwise, bullshit! Shut up!" Yan Wei suddenly raised his voice, a surge of anger, and interrupted the other party. "You don't understand anything! If you haven't really experienced it yourself, don't talk nonsense here!" "How do you know I haven't experienced it?" The man retorted.

"If you escape alone, what next? What can you do if you leave the group alone? The other side is a group, and if everyone thinks the same as you do, in the confrontation, the front striker will definitely try to escape! The final result is that even if you are stronger than the opponent, you will definitely lose again and again!" Yan Wei said coldly.

"So what do you think we should do?" the man asked.

"Surrender and join the other side." Yan Wei said coldly, "Only by integrating with the other side can we learn their key points and have the hope of re-emerging our own tribe. The life armor of the Inluo people is the top technology that the entire Yanxing cannot reach. Some of the good ones among them are willing to help us as long as we are friendly enough!"

"Hehe." The man stopped talking and just smiled.

"You can't do anything except laugh." Yan Wei said, turned and walked towards the next painting.

The man behind her looked thoughtful and also left the painting.

"Are you still going? It is said that people from the Tower of Dawn will send people here to snatch the Life Armor Shahe." A subtle female voice also sounded in his ears.

"It has nothing to do with us." The man shook his head slightly. He was Yu Hong who had come all the way from other places to search.

It is very troublesome to find the right entry point. If the person you choose is not good enough, it is easy for your early investment to go down the drain and become a capital enemy.

So choosing a good goal is not an easy task.

"From what happened to the girl just now, the people here have developed a deep fear of the Inluo people. If we want to find a suitable candidate, we may have to use some tricks." Yu Hong said.

"What method?" Quan He asked.

"No rush. Let's leave here first." Yu Hong said.

"The next possible target location is Weirong City. There is a small resistance organization that has just appeared there. Maybe we can try to contact them." Quan He said.

"Okay." Yu Hong turned around and slowly walked towards the door.

No suitable candidate was found here. The only gain was knowing that the people here had lost their spirit after being beaten by the Yinluo people.

This made him somewhat disappointed. After all, the Inlo people had not been here for long.

But it easily caused such a troublesome situation.

Yu Hong walked out of the exhibition hall, hailed a taxi, got in, told the address, and then closed his eyes to rest.

squeak! !

At this moment, suddenly, a white transport truck came towards us and suddenly braked for no apparent reason.

The wheels generate huge heat due to high-speed braking and friction with the ground, so much so that white smoke comes out.

The more than ten-meter-long truck tilted forward due to inertia and crashed into a dessert shop on the street. With a loud bang, it stopped motionless.

But the car stopped moving, and more than a dozen people from the surrounding streets suddenly rushed out, all wearing black metal masks and holding guns, and rushed towards the truck.

"Is this the Tower of Dawn taking action?" Yu Hong immediately realized. He was also somewhat curious about this resistance organization, so he simply got out of the car and stood on the side of the road to watch the attack.

More than a dozen masked men rushed onto the truck, quickly dragged three boxes off it, and then laboriously loaded them onto their own van, trying to drive away.

But at this time, police cars and the Inluo people's exclusive small flying vehicles had already appeared on the periphery.

At the same time, hundreds of armed soldiers, led by three plainclothes figures, surrounded this place.

Yan Wei's hand turned into a silver cover and he looked at the masked gunmen with indifference and disgust.

She is the leader of the three masters in this alert operation and the main commander.

"Are the Auto Guards here?" she whispered.

"We have arrived a long time ago, but the adults in Yinluo don't seem to trust our ability to handle the situation." Miaozi replied. "Weiwei, you have to perform well."

"Then let me guide you."

Yan Wei raised his hand, and suddenly a large piece of silver metal emerged from the ground behind him.

There are densely packed metal pieces, each one is only the thickness of a fingernail.

A large number of metal pieces gathered together, and with a pointing of Yan Wei's hand, they turned into a torrent in an instant and rushed towards that direction!

The rumbling vibrations caused the entire surrounding streets to tremble continuously.

All the masked soldiers of the Tower of Dawn in that direction were instantly torn to pieces by the torrent of metal, turning into countless bloody and fleshy debris.

(End of this chapter)