Plain de la Plata - Buenos Aires

The towering high-rise buildings are overlapped, the torrent of cars coming and going, the three-dimensional traffic up and down the roundabouts are criss-crossed, and the dazzling window arrangement is unique.

A strong modern atmosphere is dotted around, outlining a beautiful city with delicate brushwork.

On Avenida Libertadores, where stadiums, museums and casinos meet, a slow-moving black sedan is unremarkable, turning away from the bustle and driving resolutely towards the Río de la Plata.

As time goes on, many of the streets become narrower and the surrounding buildings become lower, and some of the old buildings in the Spanish and Italian styles stand out, reflecting the city's quaint character.

Rushing out of the city, the black sedan no longer restricts itself, with a modified motor constantly powering its acceleration, a drag-reducing design of the body and a chaotic airflow passing by.

In the eyes of the Hakaranda and Kapok trees, which are constantly lagging behind, the black metal box is rampant, and the time disappears from the edge of vision.

Farther away, verdant meadows spread across the sky, and on one side of the meadow, a farm called Wilk was enclosed in a wooden fence.

The interior space is not large, and it is full of five people.

The black leather shoes push the accelerator all the way down, and the hands on the dial are deflected at an increasingly outrageous angle, and through the window, you can only see an abstract picture formed by the three primary colors impregnated with each other.

Because of its natural location, Buenos Aires' climate is always pleasant. Even in the summer when the sun is at its most grumpy, the overwhelming seven-colored light does not bring him heat, and warmth is always given by him.

At dusk, in the sky of Buenos Aires, the twilight sun will spread out and cover most of the sky, and countless people will stop for her.

It is a pity that today's sunset seems to have lost its charm of the past, until it is completely hidden in the clouds, and the dusty black sedan does not show the slightest regret, except for the rising gray exhaust, it leaves nothing.

Inside the car, sitting in the driver's seat was a white man about forty years old, and on his upper body, it was a large thin white shirt, but it could not hide his burly figure, but highlighted the tonability of his figure even more.

The buttons on the neck had been cracked, and the bulging pectoral muscles were tightly restrained. Under the rolled up cuffs, a pair of large sturdy hands were firmly gripping the steering wheel, and the exposed veins were snaking up from the wrists like rattans.

The white man's eyes were always watching the changes in the road conditions ahead, but he didn't seem to be in a good mood, and his square nose and wide face did not have a trace of a smile, and it was quite gloomy.

In the back seat of the car, three people sat side by side.

Of the three, however, only the woman sitting by the window on the far right is a native of Argentina.

The other two, one of whom was a black man from the Republican Federation, had chosen to live in Buenos Aires for a long time because of his work, and at this time he was sitting against the window on the left side of the car.

The other person is an Asian face with yellow skin and black eyes, and this is an Asian American. It was probably in the second half of the sixteenth century that his ancestors traveled down the Río de la Plata to Buenos Aires, from a place called Okinawa.

The long-term racial run-in has been greatly reflected in his body, and the eagle hook nose that protrudes outward is the most obvious sign of him.

The white man in the main driver's seat is the same, and the three people in the back seat are not very good-looking at this time. The three heads leaned in the middle, staring at the laptop on the hook-nosed Asian's lap, their eyes shifting.

The three of them muttered quietly, as if discussing how to get through this crisis, but perhaps because of the silence of their boss, they also kept their voices down again and again until they were silent.

The heavy atmosphere suppressed everyone in the car, except for the black figure in the passenger seat.

The heat-absorbing black sweatshirt was loosely draped over the man, and the wide hood was casually placed on the man's head, and the hanging shadow hid the man's face to the opposite side of the light.

The side face is deflected at just a slight angle to successfully reflect the face in the rearview mirrors on both sides of the body.

Judging from the performance of several people in the car, they don't seem to be aware of the existence of the sweater.

Even the occasional glance sweeping over the passenger seat of the sedan was like sweeping a speck of air, and they didn't respond, as if their perception of the person was completely filtered.

The sweatshirt man was not idle, his lips kept opening and closing, and he kept muttering something. A voice came from his mouth, faint but audible to everyone in the car.

"Sacrifice name: Lonely Fish."

After the sweater pronounced the last four syllables, the car fell into complete silence......

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"Bell!"

As the last screw was unscrewed by Zhang Ziheng, the lid of the distribution box no longer struggled needlessly, but just let itself be slowly removed.

Without the cover of the box, wires of various colors were exposed to the air, and directly above the strands of enameled wires were three shut-off switches, and the disorganized wires were bound in an orderly manner.

The next thing is completely untechnical, observe the general direction of the line, and then pull the gate.

"Zilazila."

After the last burst of high-speed discharge, the corridor's power grid lost its former glory. Detached from the appearance of blue and white electricity, all that remains in the corridor is a jumble of metal strips.

In between, there is only one vacancy in which less than two people pass at the same time, and the end of the vacancy is the inner entrance of the broadcast centre.

Walking to the vermilion gate, Qiu Muyan directly put the key in his hand into the keyhole under the metal handle of the gate, and with just a slight twist, the door opened.

Through the light in the hallway, you can see that about a meter behind the door that has just opened, there is another closed vermilion gate.

Although the design of the inner door of the door is rare in modern times, and the four people, including Qiu Muyan, have never seen this design with their own eyes, they all only have an expected expression after seeing the second door.

They also knew that there was a third gate after the second gate, and that the keys to the three gates were the same. After all, the design of these three doors was the focus of the day.

According to the original requirements, no matter which of the three doors, the requirements for protection need to be able to withstand shock waves of 25 kilograms and above per square centimeter.

Actually, they were built to protect against atomic bombs, and according to the words of the director of the time booth at the time, even if your atomic bomb exploded in my place, the shock wave of your atomic bomb would not damage my internal launch system.