50s: Starting with a storage ring

Chapter 279 Traitors Will Not Meet a Good Death
At 9:00 AM sharp, attendees began to enter the venue.

Soon, the venue, which could hold hundreds of people, was filled with reporters and accompanying photographers.

This time, they invited journalists from hundreds of well-known newspapers and media outlets from all over the world.

Many of these journalists flew in from their home countries, and the organizers covered the costs of their airfare, accommodation, and even bribes – a considerable expense indeed.

However, the effect was equally obvious. As soon as the news from this press conference was released, it became a major event that caused a worldwide sensation.

Sun Zhiwei noticed that today's main character had also arrived backstage and was reciting his speech.

Feeling that it was almost time, Sun Zhiwei began to get ready in his room.

Before long, a freshly made young waiter appeared.

He seized the opportunity and, when the corridor was empty, came out of the room and went to the tea room on the first floor.

There's only one waiter preparing tea here right now.

He went over and knocked the waiter unconscious, then gave him some sleeping pills and stuffed him into a cabinet in the tea room.

Then, he took the place of the waiter, carrying his credentials and pushing a cart full of thermos flasks into the venue.

It was now 10 o'clock, and the press conference officially began.

A row of people sat on the platform, and the person in the very center was the protagonist of the day.

He was dressed in a sharp suit, holding a speech, and looking very confident. Of course he was excited; he was about to become a billionaire.

At that moment, Sun Zhiwei, dressed in a service worker's uniform, pushed a trolley into the venue.

He knew the schedule for today: the host was speaking now, followed by speeches from high-ranking political officials, military representatives, and finally the main speaker.

There will be a Q&A session and photo opportunity after the main speaker's speech, so there's no rush.

Sun Zhiwei pushed the hot water to the back of the conference room and began pouring water for the reporters one by one.

As he continued pouring water, it was finally the turn of today's main character to speak.

His spirits were high, and his speech was powerful and resonant, winning applause from the audience.

At this moment, Sun Zhiwei also came to the front row and began to pour water for the reporters in the first row.

After the protagonist finished speaking, the host came to his side, pulled him to the table next to him, and excitedly shouted, "Your reward is 7000 taels of gold."

With a 'whoosh,' the velvet cloth covering the gold was lifted by the reporter.

Suddenly, a mountain of gold made of large yellow croakers appeared before everyone. Its golden color made everyone's eyes turn golden.

Amidst gasps of surprise, reporters began taking photos of the golden mountain. The host gestured for the main character to walk to the side of the golden mountain and place a hand on it.

Immediately, the reporters took even more photos. Flashes lit up the conference room, making the gold on the table shine even brighter.

Our protagonist, with his hand on the mountain of gold, couldn't stop smiling.

Just then, Sun Zhiwei finished pouring the tea and came to the corner where Jinshan was located.

He calmly put down the teapot, walked to the foot of the platform, looked up at the triumphant protagonist, and suddenly asked loudly, "Excuse me, do you regret it?"

The once noisy meeting room fell silent for a moment, with only the flashes of light still going off.

The surrounding guards were unsure whether to kick the waiter out. Upon hearing Sun Zhiwei's question, the protagonist paused, seemingly regretting his actions.

He glanced at Jinshan beside him, then smiled even more broadly and said loudly to everyone in the audience, "Why should I regret it? I'm extremely happy right now."

Sun Zhiwei said, "No, you should regret it."

"My boss asked me to give you his regards and also to pass on a message to you."

"What did you say?" Our protagonist already sensed something was wrong, but still asked instinctively.

Sun Zhiwei calmly pulled out a pistol from his clothes, pointed it at the protagonist who was standing close by, and shouted: "Traitors will not die a good death."

"Bang!" A bullet pierced the protagonist's forehead, freezing his spirited expression on his face.

Everyone was so shocked they couldn't speak, not even the armed security guards.

After all, everyone was just celebrating this lucky person, and then a few minutes later the person died, right in front of them.

There were dozens of cameras recording the entire meeting.

One second later, the body of the main character of today's meeting fell heavily onto the podium.

"Ahhhh!" A woman screamed first, and only then did the others react, and more screams echoed throughout the venue.

The armed security guards then realized what was happening and rushed towards Sun Zhiwei with their weapons.

We dare not fire. There are so many foreign journalists around. If we miss and hit one of them, it would be an international incident.

After killing today's protagonist, Sun Zhiwei fired a shot at the chandelier on the roof, sending countless shards of glass raining down like flowers.

At the same time, he remotely severed the power cord of the distribution box with a spatial cut, and all the lights on site immediately went out.

More screams erupted simultaneously as everyone rushed toward the several exits.

Taking advantage of the moment when the lights went out and everyone was out of sight, Sun Zhiwei swept a magazine across the overhead chandelier, causing even greater chaos.

He then jumped onto the platform, tore a strip of cloth from the protagonist's underwear, and then rushed toward the escape door in the other corner while taking off his clothes.

Even as he was escaping, he didn't forget to store the large yellow croaker on the table and the safe at the accountant's feet into his spatial storage.

At this moment, in the dark conference room, the area near the door was packed with people, and Sun Zhiwei took the opportunity to throw a few smoke canisters into the crowd.

Immediately, thick smoke filled the venue, quickly spreading throughout the entire hall before billowing out through the main entrance.

The security guards at the door were still trying to stop the crowd, but inside the conference room there was a power outage, shootings, and thick smoke, so no one dared to stay inside.

Everyone charged forward together and broke through the security guards' defenses in no time.

At this moment, Sun Zhiwei, already dressed in a suit and holding a pen and paper, pretended to be a reporter. Then, empty-handed, he rushed into the backstage security passage with several other reporters.

There were still security guards running into the emergency exit, probably trying to go in and help, but it was pitch black inside and they didn't know what to do.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Sun Zhiwei left Taoyuan Hotel and quickly blended into the crowd on the street, eventually disappearing into the vast sea of ​​people.

Half an hour later, Sun Zhiwei changed his clothes and drove the Audi 100 he had taken the day before yesterday to Taoyuan Airport.

He hadn't forgotten that there was still one of his family's planes parked at the airport; he had learned to fly.

(End of this chapter)