What the hell is the "kill line" when you're in America?

The clubhouse's neon lights illuminated the nearby streets.

Representative Hall had just come out, his face flushed and walking unsteadily.

Gordon was sitting in his Ford, staring intently at the entrance to the clubhouse.

Finally, his opportunity arrived.

it's him.

This guy who looks so sanctimonious on TV.

Gordon quickly opened the car door.

He pulled his hat down low as he crossed the street.

The club's valet had already driven up Congressman Hall's black Lincoln Navigator and respectfully opened the car door.

Representative Hall was getting ready to get into the car.

Gordon walked up behind him.

"Congressman Hall."

Hall turned around, a hint of displeasure on his face as if he had been disturbed.

Upon seeing Gordon's face clearly, he asked with some confusion, "Who are you?"

Gordon did not answer.

Before Representative Hall could even process what was happening, his arm was grabbed with lightning speed.

"What are you doing?!" Congressman Hall exclaimed in panic.

His bodyguard reacted immediately and reached for his waist.

He practically lifted Senator Hall up, using his obese body as a human shield to protect himself.

At the same time, he pulled out his old Smith & Wesson revolver from his pocket with his other hand and pressed it against Congressman Hall's temple.

"Don't move."

The few drinking buddies of Congressman Hall around him were already terrified, their faces pale, and they scrambled to the side to hide.

The parking attendant collapsed to the ground, completely exhausted.

"Get in my car," Gordon said to Congressman Hall.

He pushed the muzzle of his gun in further.

"Okay...okay..." he nodded repeatedly.

Gordon, holding Representative Hall by the arm, retreated step by step towards his Ford.

His gaze never left the black bodyguard.

He knew that with such professional bodyguards, if he showed even the slightest weakness, they would not hesitate to shoot.

But Gordon didn't give him any chance.

He shoved Congressman Hall into the passenger seat and quickly climbed into the car himself.

The black bodyguard stood there, watching the headlights of the departing car, and finally drew his gun from his waist.

But he has lost his goal.

He took out his phone and dialed a number.

"The boss has been kidnapped." His voice trembled slightly with extreme shock.

"A blue, older model Ford, the license plate number is..."

......

The club's neon lights still lavishly illuminated the nearby streets, but now, amidst this bizarre and colorful scene, a discordant noise called chaos had been added.

Congressman Hall's obese body was roughly shoved into the passenger seat of the Ford by Gordon.

Li Ang remained hidden in the shadows across the street, quietly watching everything to ensure Gordon's safety.

Just as the Ford started up and was about to merge into traffic, the black bodyguard who had been forced back by Gordon at gunpoint finally snapped out of his utter shock.

Li Ang spotted the bodyguard who was trying to report.

Once the call goes through, within five minutes at most, the entire city's police force and certain shady forces will be targeting Gordon.

He needs to buy Gordon some time.

Li Ang sighed softly to himself.

The bodyguard's attention was entirely focused on the phone in his hand and the headlights of the departing car.

"The license plate number is..."

Before he could finish speaking, a hand grabbed his throat from behind.

The bodyguard's pupils suddenly contracted, and his other free hand instinctively reached for the gun at his waist.

But his movements, in front of Li Ang, were as slow as a slow-motion movie.

The bodyguard let out a muffled groan, and the phone slipped from his hand.

After doing all this, he grabbed the bodyguard by the collar and dragged him into a dark alleyway.

Without anyone noticing.

He seems to have been completely transformed by now.

[Side Quest Triggered: Cleanup]

[Mission Description: Erasure all traces you leave in this area to ensure Gordon can successfully escape the first wave of pursuers]

[Task Rewards: +1 Free Attribute Points, +10 Magic Points]

The system notification sounded in his mind, but Li Ang didn't even frown.

He could sense that there were other eyes watching around the club.

Some eyes, more professional than this black bodyguard, were hidden in the shadows.

Representative Hall's security level is far higher than he appears to be.

We must create even greater chaos.

A chaotic mess that leaves everyone scrambling to catch their own.

Li Ang's gaze finally settled on the inconspicuous gray metal box at the end of the alley.

He slowly walked towards the distribution box of the city's power grid.

"Sizzle!"

A piercing crackling sound of electricity exploded.

Immediately afterwards, the area within a radius of several hundred meters centered on the private club fell into a deathly silence and darkness.

The lavish neon signs, the bright streetlights, and all the light emanating from the surrounding buildings all went out at the same moment.

The sudden darkness plunged the streets into a brief period of chaos.

The piercing honking of car horns and the panicked screams of people blended together.

Although the backup power supply inside the club started up a few seconds later, the dim emergency lights were not enough to dispel the panic that gripped people's hearts.

The moment the electricity exploded, Li Ang's figure had already used the [Thousand Transformations] skill to completely blend into the pitch-black darkness.

He stood silently on the roof of a building, like a ghost, overlooking the chaotic scene below.

as predicted.

Within ten seconds of the power outage, several inconspicuous black Chevrolet sedans parked on the street corner turned on their headlights almost simultaneously.

The car door opened, and seven or eight men in black suits with cold expressions rushed out of the car.

Their movements were synchronized and their targets were clear, far surpassing the lax security guards at the club.

These people are Representative Hall's true protective force.

"...Target lost!"

"...Backup communication channel activated, report the situation!"

"...Damn it, it's a regional power grid failure! Contact the power company immediately!"

"...Prioritize Hall's safety, locate the Ford!"

......

On a road a few kilometers from the center of the chaos.

Gordon was speeding along in that beat-up Ford.

The obese Senator Hall had recovered from his initial shock and was now completely sober.

"Do you know who I am? You madman! You're dead! I'll send you to hell! No, I'll make sure you never even get to hell!"

"I'll throw you and your whole family into the mine! Do you hear me?!"

Gordon ignored him, all his thoughts converging on one idea.

Escape from here, find a place, and ask him everything he wants to know.

He had no idea that a Dodge had silently followed him not far behind.