It's getting dark.

Time passed like quicksand, and the sky gradually entered dusk.

At Dlamini's private estate in Cape Town, on a lavish table made of pink ivory, Dlamini is sipping a bowl of hot soup.

At this time, his face was pale, his expression was weak, and even his hand serving the soup was trembling slightly.

Although Dlamini is fifty-eight years old, his body has always been very strong, like a cougar in the prime of life, and he does not have the demeanor of a person who is about to enter old age.

But the day before, when he had left the manor with his men and disappeared for a day and a night, he had come back like this.

Everyone only knew that he had been plotted, but no one knew what he had experienced and what had happened to him......

But at least, he came back safe and sound, which is already worth celebrating in a crime-ridden country like the Rainbow Country.

Just then, a subordinate walked in through the door, holding a red gold-encrusted invitation, "Boss, the Cape Town Chamber of Commerce has issued an invitation to participate in next week's international trade show ......"

"Get out!"

Dlamini didn't even raise his head, but said lightly.

"Uh......" The subordinate was stunned for a moment, and didn't seem to hear clearly.

"I said, get out!" Dlamini accentuated his tone, slamming the bowl in his hand on the table.

"Yes!" The other party hurriedly withdrew, and the room was quiet again.

Dlamini exhaled, and he touched the wound on the back of his neck again, a look of reluctance in his eyes.

"Damn, how the hell can you ...... this thing Uh......"

However, just when the unwillingness in his eyes was revealed, a feeling of suffocation suddenly hit, as if a pair of invisible hands were holding his neck!

Dlamini hurriedly touched his throat, but what followed was a numbness like electricity all over his body......

Suddenly, as if he had a stroke, Dlamini slipped straight off the dining chair and curled up on the floor and convulsed!

"Boss!"

"Mr. Dlamini!"

Hearing the movement, the bodyguard at the door quickly rushed in, "Oh no, this is epilepsy, go and call the doctor!" ”

"No need to ......"

However, before the other bodyguard could rush out, Dlamini grabbed the other party, "Don't call a doctor, I'm fine......"

"Boss, your body ......"

"It's okay, you all go out."

As he spoke, he got up weakly, with a deep fear in his eyes, "Don't call a doctor, don't ......"

Only then did the bodyguards leave suspiciously.

Only then did Dlamini sit down on the couch beside him, staring blankly at the ceiling and not moving for a long time.

"Ding, quest release prompt!"

But at this moment, a cold, mechanical female voice suddenly broke into Dlamini's ears.

Dlamini shuddered, a hint of horror flashing in his eyes, but he was not surprised by the voice that appeared out of thin air.

"Number Delta 20220001, you have received an instruction from number SIGMA05, please pay attention to check!"

The voice seemed to be close to his ears, but he couldn't tell where it was coming from, and only Dlamini understood that the voice was coming from his own head......

"sigma05 orders: number delta 20220001 carry out the plan you have agreed upon!"

"Repeat!"

"sigma05 gives the order: number delta...... Please expand ......"

"Repeat again!"

"sigma05 gives the order ......"

The voice babbled, precise and mechanical, without a hint of emotion, as if it were a computer-synthesized voice.

"Understand ......"

Dlamini squirmed her lips and replied with difficulty.

He knew that if he didn't pay attention to it, the voice would always ring in his head, and not only that, but the other party would even give him physical punishment as before......

Dlamini didn't dare to resist anymore, he just stood up silently, gathered his messy clothes, and dialed a number.

"Layton?"

"Yes, your family is on a plane to Washington, D.C., North America, and you're ready to go."

With the order, Dlamini turned off his phone again and sat back on the couch in a daze......

A few minutes later, in the suburbs of Cape Town, which stretched for dozens of kilometers and was connected to the high-voltage power grid, the ground of dozens of towers exploded without warning, causing a series of collapses of the towers and the breaking of high-voltage power lines!

At the same time, in a step-down substation on the edge of Cape Town, a fierce fire suddenly erupted, and billowing smoke rose into the sky, and the fire even stained the sky red, forming a second scene of burning clouds.

In this series of explosions, the power grid of Cape Town was completely destroyed, and the city of Rainbow Country, the second largest city in the rainbow country, was completely plunged into the darkness of eternal night.

……

And all this is the previous agreement between Chen Chen and Dlamini.

In the agreement, regardless of the method used by Dlamini, Chen Chen must be given five days to occupy the Eiffel power plant, during which the Eiffel power plant will not deliver any kilowatt-hour of electricity to Cape Town.

Originally, it was almost impossible, not even for the hand-eyed Dlamini.

Because he simply couldn't withstand the pressure of the city hall and the whole city, he came up with such a compromise.

Using the power he had cultivated in Cape Town for many years, he directly imitated the methods of the government resistance forces, planted explosives in the soil to blow up the power tower that carried high-voltage electricity, and cut off the power plant's power supply to the city.

At the same time, he felt that it was not enough to be safe, so he destroyed the city's step-down substation by the way.

After all, if only the power tower is destroyed, the city hall responds quickly and can be re-energized within 24 hours, but if even the substation is destroyed, it is difficult to say......

Regardless of the city hall's subsequent strict investigation and rectification, at least three to five days, the entire Cape Town will enter the most primitive state of power outage.

I wonder how much economic damage this terrorist attack-like explosion will cause to the whole of Cape Town?

This loss not only harmed the interests of the town hall, but also Dlamini himself, and even faced the risk of being traced.

But he had no choice.

Of course, all this has nothing to do with Chen Chen.

While the city was in shambles, the Eiffel power plant was still functioning, but no one noticed whether a power station was still functioning.

No one cares where the electricity goes.