Our great nation of China traverses the multiverse.

"Yes!"

At the foot of the mountain,

A place where communication and the outside world are completely cut off.

A group of people living in anonymity, just like their predecessors, vowed to dedicate their youth and passion to this place!

Chapter 309 An Unknown Corner

The Avatar world, Earth, the United States.

Torres lowered his head and quickly crossed the street.

This is a city on the East Coast of the United States. The whole city looks like a cyberpunk game, just like the 077 game.

Cross this street and you'll reach the slums.

It's hard to imagine that in the United States today, after completing the Fifth Industrial Revolution and even having entered the early stages of the space age, slums still exist on Earth.

Crime, drug bottles, racial discrimination—it's just like it was a hundred years ago.

In fact, technological innovation has exacerbated these problems.

Undocumented immigrants, bankrupt middle-class individuals, and uneducated people facing discrimination at low cost—their gathering place is rife with crime and is the darkest and most chaotic part of the city.

Torres was a Black man born in a slum.

However, unlike others who were permanently bound to this place, he entered university through his own efforts.

However, just as he left the slums and entered the major cities of the United States...

The glittering neon lights, the cars flying through the air, the holographic projections filling the streets, and the advanced technology reminded him of life in the slums, creating an endless sense of absurdity in his heart.

This absurdity planted a seed in his heart.

That's why he came back here today.

Carefully straightening his clothes, Torres glanced sideways and, finding no one following him, turned and disappeared into the alley.

In the alley,

Several gang members, intoxicated and delirious, lay slumped on the street, their bodies twitching intermittently.

Upon seeing this, Torres felt a pang of anxiety, quickly left the area, turned around and entered a small bar, heading straight into booth number 8.

"A glass of whiskey."

Inside the private room, an Asian face that had been hidden all along emerged after Torres dismissed the waiter.

Someone is watching you!

The Asian man opposite looked very anxious, and suddenly reached out his hand, saying hurriedly:

"Give me the stuff right now, and I'll find someone else to help clear your name!"

"what?"

Torres's expression hardened, and after reaching into his inner pocket, he immediately handed the item to the other person.

"Chen, be careful!"

"You can drink here, and remember, nothing will happen!"

The Asian man, referred to as Chen, picked up his glass, and when a white man came in, he immediately left.

The white man entered and immediately said sternly:

"Remember, what I'm talking to you about is the Telos Corporation's spaceship construction plan, and the issue of shares!"

"I see!"

Torres let out a heavy sigh, nodded, and at the same time looked worried about Chen's condition.

However, just as the two began chatting about a new topic, a flurry of footsteps suddenly came from outside the private room.

"FBI, open the door!"

A deep male voice rang out, followed by a loud slamming of the door, and several FBI agents rushed in, guns drawn.

"?"

Upon seeing the situation inside the private room, the FBI agent's expression changed, and he immediately shouted into the walkie-talkie:

"That Asian guy isn't here. We've been scammed!"

"I saw him on the nearby street, hurry and chase after him!"

"go!"

The FBI agent knew that the person here had definitely been replaced. He glared at Torres and immediately turned and left with his men.

Several connecting roads outside,

A man named Chen hurriedly wrapped a document in a waterproof bag and stuffed it into a marked municipal septic tank.

Then, grabbing another document, gritting his teeth, he rushed out of his hiding place.

"stop!"

In the blink of an eye,

An FBI team member roared and blocked his way with guns drawn.

"I've finally caught you!"

Knowing the other party was a spy, the FBI smirked. "We've caught him this time, and we're sure we can get something out of him!"

"..."

Chen's face remained expressionless, but he glanced sideways at an iron bucket that had been prepared and placed behind the trash can next to him.

He sniffed the septic tank smell off his clothes.

Without the slightest hesitation, he quickly rolled over and hid behind a trash can in the alley, then reached out and opened the metal can.

This metal bucket was originally intended to cover up odors and traces.

Now it seems I'll have to use it on myself...

"boom!"

You have nowhere to run!

The FBI fired a shot at the trash can the instant he jumped.

The bullets bounced and made a crisp "ding!" sound.

"If I get caught, given their forensic skills, they can definitely deduce where I hid things by taking something from my clothes!"

Time is urgent.

If the item is hidden in an ordinary place, it will be found by the other party; if it is hidden in a septic tank, the smell on his body and the marks on his clothes will be the only clues.

The alley was packed with people at this time of day.

Thinking about the current situation, Chen's expression grew increasingly cold.

He had nowhere to run.

Ignoring the FBI's attempts to persuade him to surrender as they approached, Chen hardened his heart and calmly raised the iron bucket.

The cold, pungent gasoline sprayed onto my body with a "whoosh".

Flames can conceal all traces...

A resolute glint flashed in his eyes. There was no gritted teeth, no resentment. He simply took out a lighter from his pocket with a calm expression.

"Come out!"

"You have nowhere to run. We have surrounded this place."

"Zi-"

As the FBI approached, several cars parked on the ground at the other end of the alley, and more FBI agents filed out from them.

The alley was instantly blocked.

"Ha, if you come out and cooperate with our investigation, we won't make things difficult for you!"

The FBI agents, guns drawn, were already in front of the trash can.

His face was full of pride, the arrogance of a victor.

In his eyes, the Asian man hiding beside him was already trapped, with no way to escape his clutches.

Therefore, his voice sounded harsh, arrogant, smug, disdainful, and contemptuous.

"Stab!"

However, there was no response from behind the trash can, only a strange scraping sound.

Then, a ball of flame slowly rose up.

Under the horrified gaze of the FBI agent,

From behind the cover, a man carrying an iron bucket rushed out, his body engulfed in flames.