Gunfire, Punk and Necromancer

Zhuang Xuteng and others came to the TV station and found that it had been blocked by the PCPD. A cordon was set up on the street, and police cars served as temporary roadblocks to control road entrances and exits. The PCPD, which was armed with live ammunition, stared at all onlookers with vigilant eyes. Bai Moji's vehicle was stopped. Under the joint inspection of the TV station personnel and the PCPD, the identity information was registered one by one, and then she was able to pass.

"Why are you so nervous?" Bai Moji asked her assistant to ask.

After a while, both Bai Moji and Zhuang Xuteng received answers, one from PCPD and one from Lucy. Just half an hour ago, someone discovered an unexploded bomb in the TV station. The PCPD bomb disposal team removed and neutralized the bomb, causing no casualties or property damage.

No one knows how the bomb got into the TV station, and the PCPD was unable to extract useful biological information from the bomb - but that's not the most dangerous thing. The bomb disposal team analyzed the structure of the bomb and found that it was loaded with a neurotoxin called "Vaxil". If it exploded, everyone on the station would be poisoned. The main symptoms are physical paralysis and coma. The weaker the body, the greater the harm. Some people are likely to die due to cardiac and respiratory arrest.

"Vaxy was invented during the corporate war and equipped with the army to completely capture the opponent's important personnel." Lucy warned on the phone: "Something is wrong, the nature has changed. No one can get neurotoxins I don’t know what else the attackers can get. I’m still contacting the client to ask him to terminate the mission.”

"Still in contact? That means you haven't been able to get in touch?"

"I have only been trying for five minutes after hearing the news. I suspect that the PCPD has taken over the TV station and the previous client has been controlled. Be careful and evacuate when you find an opportunity."

"Now we can..." Before Ge Gongdao could finish speaking, Zhuang Xuteng held his arm down. He was stunned for a moment, and then he saw his partner pointing at the convoy in front and understood.

"Hello? What did you say? I didn't hear what was said next." Lucy said.

"Now we can see that the PCPD has blocked the streets and is inspecting vehicles one by one." Zhuang Xuteng picked up the conversation midway and continued: "Sister Lucy, if the waste from the TV station is driven away and the PCPD and the riot squad take over the scene, Then the safety level should be improved a lot, right? At this time, if I leave without the consent of the client, I think it will be a big loss."

"Do you think something won't happen later? Is this your judgment?"

Zhuang Xuteng took a deep breath and said: "I can't make predictions yet... The main thing is that I haven't been able to figure it out. I can understand what happened to a bomb with only a detonator and no powder, but this one is filled with nerve gas. There's something weird about bombs: they can be brought in without anyone even noticing, so how could such concealment technology allow the bomb to be discovered so quickly?"

"This matter is full of doubts. I don't know who is behind it. At first I thought it was the TV station, but those people at the TV station were very bold in making false accounts, but they probably didn't have the ability to get military nerve gas. Naike, Brother Dao, If you really want to go in, that's fine, but remember this: no one can be trusted, you can only rely on yourself."

After Lucy explained a few words, obvious noise interference began to appear on the phone. As the convoy approached the checkpoint, the interference increased, eventually reaching the point where the call was no longer possible. The people in front of Bai Moji's motorcade are already negotiating with the PCPD, asking them to lift communication restrictions, otherwise they will have to compensate for business losses. Seeing this, Zhuang Xuteng opened the window and listened to the PCPD's answer.

"Twenty meters ahead there is a dedicated communication base station, where you can buy a channel adapter antenna. Plug it into your mobile phone and you can make and receive calls through the PCPD wired network through the shield. A deposit is required for each adapter antenna. 10,000 euros, the usage fee for two days totals 5,000 euros.”

Zhuang Xuteng sighed and said, "Brother Dao, did you hear that? Just paying the phone bill will make our two days work in vain."

"It's so dark." Ge Gongdao shook his head, then pointed ahead and said: "Look, Bai Moji and the others have passed by and are getting communication antennas over there. 1, 2, 3, 4,... six in total, It costs 30,000 euros to prepare, right? They are really willing to do it."

Zhuang Xuteng pondered for a moment and said: "It seems that Bai Moji really needs this performance opportunity and is willing to take risks to participate."

"Bai Moji probably doesn't know about the neurotoxin bomb yet, right?"

"The PCPD's ability to let her in shows that the New Year's Eve party will still go on, so the question that should be raised now is: Who made this judgment, and how can it ensure that the party will not be further damaged?"

"I feel like we are all being roasted on skewers on the fire. We can't help ourselves." Ge Gongdao said to Zhuang Xuteng: "It's our turn to be inspected. Don't conflict with the PCPD, let me do the talking."

Since they were driving an armored vehicle, the PCPD was particularly strict with their inspection. Not only did they search the roof and bottom of the vehicle, but they also asked them to open the storage box in the vehicle and show the contents inside. Fortunately, neither of them stuffed any contraband into the white beast, and they were not afraid of PCPD inspection.

"PCPD controls the scene. All weapons cannot be brought in, and radios must be placed outside - you mercenaries all like battlefield radios. We have taken over seven of them. Yes, there are no exceptions, even if you are bodyguards. Guns. Leave the explosives behind - do you still have shock grenades here? Leave them together. I can return them to you when you leave."

“How can we provide protection without that?”

"Whether or not these are present, it is our PCPD that provides protection. If you have a duty, it is not to cause trouble."

The PCPD spent a lot of effort to unload Zhuang Xuteng's weapons, put them in a box, put a seal on them, and moved them to a specially prepared container by the roadside. Registration and signatures took up a lot of their time. After finally completing these procedures, Bai Moji had completed her makeup and was ready to participate in the rehearsal ceremony.

Zhuang Xuteng and Ge Gongdao hurriedly approached her and told her about the nerve gas found here, and advised her to give up the performance for safety reasons.

"This is no longer something I can have the final say." Bai Moji said while checking her makeup in the mirror: "The news I heard said: This performance must go on and it must be done well. I will be on stage soon. , you do your job well and take good care of the little snow leopard, you don’t need to think about other things.”

Zhuang Xuteng looked around and said: "Miss Bai Moji, I noticed that the band and the backing singers have put on full performance clothes. You are also fully prepared. You don't need to be like this for rehearsals, right? Is the live broadcast changed to a recorded broadcast? Already?"

"Smart, I don't need to tell you. You can know the answer just by observing yourself. It's much better than some people." Bai Moji said: "PCPD brought Peicheng's order. Perform well today and complete the video. You don't have to be so nervous tomorrow. Come on. Feifei! I’m going to perform three shows in a row in a while, so I’ll prepare the next two sets of clothes. I don’t want to delay too long.”

Zhuang Xuteng frowned slightly and asked, "If it only requires recording and broadcasting, then why does PCPD sell the call rights for two days?"

"You can't leave after recording. You have to finish it tomorrow night. I still have to wait, but I don't have to actually go on stage. All of you will spend the night in the parking lot. Fortunately, we brought enough cars. Okay, I will call you if anything happens, and leave now, I have to go through the lyrics again."

Even Zhuang Feifei waved her hand and asked Zhuang Xuteng and the others to leave the dressing room. The two people could only come out and stand in the aisle with Bai Moji's own security personnel. Ge Gongdao had a conversation with them before, everyone greeted each other, and the topic soon fell on this performance.

On weekdays, Bai Mo Ji's security personnel have three responsibilities: taking care of equipment and property to prevent theft; blocking fans to prevent them from attacking Bai Mo Ji; and any chores, including distributing gifts, signing photos, and pretending to be enthusiastic fans.

In short, they are not equipped to deal with something like a neurotoxin bomb threat.

Zhuang Xuteng did not have Ge Gongdao's eloquence and could not reassure the security guards. He activated the Eye of Shadow and walked around the room where Bai Moji was, looking for shadow slaves and any suspicious problems.

There are many electronic devices in the TV station, and each chip has shadow energy. They are like countless fireflies surrounding Zhuang Xuteng, dazzling him. Zhuang Xuteng gave up after searching for a while. There were too many imaging devices in the building. Even the lights in the corridor could be controlled in the same way. There were also imaging chips inside, and Zhuang Xuteng couldn't find them at all.

At this time, two strong shadows approached quickly from a distance, and entered Zhuang Xuteng's line of sight at the corner as promised. They were two guys from the riot control strike unit. They were fully armed, including holding heavy ghost blast guns, equipped with armor-enhancing exoskeletons, and high-speed rocket boots. These people weighed almost half a ton with the equipment they carried, and they looked majestic and murderous.

"What are you looking at? Stand on the edge and press your back against the wall!" The leader has a yellow stripe on his chest. He is a riot control officer. He has a relatively mild attitude and will sound the alarm in advance. The guys behind him with the red stripes on their chests are the strikers, wearing full-face helmets who don't show their eyes or say any words of warning, and whose only job is to strike.

Zhuang Xuteng quickly moved to the side of the road, with his back pressed against the wall, just like the riot controller said. Riot control units always operate in teams of two, which is also their smallest operational unit. They can also form battle groups of four, eight, or sixteen people to carry out coordinated attacks or form functional positions. The more people there are, the stronger the firepower they can control, and the stronger their ability to deal with complex situations.

Implants, implants, implants... Zhuang Xuteng glanced at the rioters and attackers, and all he saw was money... Their modifications focused on the eyes, ears and skin, strengthening their reconnaissance capabilities and resistance. Strike ability. They have muscle-level implants in the arm, as well as exoskeletons to enhance strength. Well, the riot strike team chose the route of strong protection and sustained firepower to deal with complex situations, which was also the choice of the military during corporate wars.

"What are you looking at? If you look at me like that again, I'll pluck out your eyes!" The rioter glared at Zhuang Xuteng fiercely when he passed by him. It must not be all because of his eyes, but more likely that he was aware of the Shadow Eye. Energy fluctuations. Zhuang Xuteng immediately lowered his head to avoid the attack and no longer looked at the attacker.

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