November 21, 2110 Cleles, South America

"Here we are. ”

The hatch drops, and Patrick and the G41 set foot on the southernmost island in the Americas, Cleres. This is the territory of the Southern Union, and when the plane lands, you can see the recoil decay walls up to 300 meters high arranged at equidistant two kilometers and stretch to the north. The particle neutralization system covers a bustling and colorful urban and rural area, while further north in South America is a deserted and polluted dead land.

They can't directly enter the territory of the Southern Union, and the collapse teleportation operation will be detected in a short time when entering the territory of the Southern Union, so Patrick changed to a vehicle and landed near the Antarctic Peninsula.

Their first stop is a resort-like island, and their last stop is the "Selene" space station in the distant universe.

At 10 o'clock in the evening, night has fallen, and the helipad is ahead, and the lights of Paradise are reflected in the glass of the hub building. The materialistic paradise on earth never ends, and you can indulge in all kinds of temptations if you spend money. The rich have come here to fall, the opportunists have come here to seek to get rich, and this shiny poison pool is the place of unlimited opportunities.

Unfortunately, they're not here for a vacation, and Patrick doesn't like smoky places.

"Classical Socialism...... Heh......" Patrick sneered.

The only difference he could see was that there were more people than machines, but that was about it.

They made their way to the hub, and the number of security guards and security robots was significant, but that didn't mean it was safe. He threw large and small bags onto the conveyor belt and walked through the full-body security scanner with the G41.

The security scanner alarm went off, and the surrounding security guards and robots immediately surrounded them, and the security guards raised their pistols and pointed them directly.

"Hands up!"

"Calm ......down," Patrick put his hand inside his coat.

"I say, hands up!"

Instead of raising his hand, Patrick took out a piece of paper. The document is in a formal format, and it is more authentic than the real thing.

When the security guard saw the forged document, he quickly lowered his weapon with amusement.

"I'm sorry, I don't know ......"

"Be quiet," said Patrick, "you just know. ”

The security guards moved quickly, most of them dispersed, and immediately returned to their jobs, leaving only one or two people.

"What about this girl?"

"She's important...... Evidence. Patrick said, "You guys go back, you don't have to send it, I'm in a hurry." ”

"Yes. ”

Take the elevator of the hub all the way down, and as soon as you get out of the first floor, there are more people all of a sudden. Rich people with deep pockets, bow ties and suits, and gold chains are worn by gold chains, mixed in these piles, Patrick is more abrupt. His unconventional dress inevitably attracted the attention of others, and soon a plane head stepped forward and blocked his way.

It was necessary to go through security, and this time someone was in the way, and Patrick was a little distraught.

"Dude, this is good...... What's the price?"

"I'm sorry, I'm not a businessman. Patrick had no choice but to take out the fake again.

However, the man ignored him, bypassing him and walking behind him, bending down to approach G41.

"It's quite exquisite, a lot of money, right?"

"Don't you have a brain?" asked Patrick.

Instead, the man looked at him with a confused expression.

"You agents on a mission are here...... Isn't it just to bring some goods to sell?" the man frowned, "I think you're pretty good at it, brother, bring a girl back." ”

"Unfortunately, this is not for sale. ”

"Why? Isn't it a matter of money? Tell me, what do you want? ”

"Looks like I didn't make it clear......" Patrick whispered coldly.

He drew his pistol and put it against the man's forehead.

"Y-What do you mean!?"

"This card doesn't seem to be clear, so I'll put it another way," said Patrick, "and it's for the head, not for sale." ”

"What...... I—I don't know, man, you're a fool?"

"Now that you know, get out of the way. ”

Getting rid of a person in front of everyone, still a financier, Patrick has already attracted too much unnecessary attention, and he just wants to leave quickly.

Luckily, Madness was well prepared, and as soon as they stepped out of the hub, a sports car pulled up in front of them.

"I didn't gather enough information, I went crazy, and I'm in too much trouble right now. Patrick said, pressing the throttle very low, and the streetlights and cars on the road kept speeding backwards.

"That's no way, this is the Antarctic Federation, not Luo Lian," said madly, "Besides, Luo Lian didn't rely on the inside line to collect so much information? ”

"Really, are you still useful when you go to Selene?"

"Are you doubting me?" said madness, "questioning my abilities? yes, they're a lot better, but I still don't have any problems solving them." ”

"That's good. ”

"Not good at all! I'm telling you, your ID will soon be useless. As long as the security guard just went back and checked, we were exposed. ”

"After all, it's not electronic data, and you can't fake it all the way to the end. ”

"Cut, if you can hack in......"

The sports car flicked its tail and drifted into the alley, crashed into the pile of cardboard boxes, and drove into the basement hidden behind.

This is their destination, hidden in the black area of the market, and it is not surprising that there is no place in this drunken place. Patrick had always thought that this underworld was complicated, and he could only pray that this time he wouldn't be left to deal with a bunch of inconsequential.

He pushed the door open and entered a bar, the lights flashing brightly, and the dance floor was packed with people, shaking their heads in obsession. Patrick bypassed the crowd and walked up to the relatively quiet second floor. The young lady at the reception saw him and bowed, and led them to a private room inside.

"Uh-huh......" Patrick smelled of alcohol at the door.

He hesitated, but pushed the door open and entered, and saw a man kneeling on the ground, tied tightly, and two men in suits taking turns pouring high-priced wine on top of his head.

"Yo, it's finally here," said the man leaning on the couch, taking off his round-brimmed hat and placing it on the cushion, "Patrick Flo, I've been waiting for you for a long time." ”

"Thomson. Patrick said, "What's this guy doing?"

"Makes you laugh, this kid adulterated the wine he gave me, and sells drugs......" Thomson chewed off the biscuit strip in his mouth, "enough fun...... Boys, get out of here, I'm going to talk to the big boss. ”

Two thugs in suits carried the man out and led him to the door.

"I thought you came here by our men," Patrick sat down in front of Thomson, "and it turned out that you came on your own." ”

"It's not good to run a gang in a Roxartist atmosphere, big boss," Thomson picked up a piece of ice, threw it into a glass, and poured the wine, "Society is automated, regulation is dead, and we can't do anything." And here...... You see it too. ”

Patrick nodded and took a sip of the wine.

"Can we take your smuggling boat to the Antarctic Peninsula?"

"Now you're the big boss, and your guide doesn't face north. ”

"When can I go?"

"How about the wee hours of the day after tomorrow, you guys have a night's rest, and our little characters will do our job......" Thomson laughed.

Patrick drank the wine from his glass.

"No problem, you think about the remuneration and contact the country. ”

"Deal. ”