A Scroll of Infinite Glory

Chapter 65 Gunshots

Current World Context:

In 1999, in Singapore and Malaysia, a country with a land area of ​​just over 1,700 square kilometers, gangs and organizations were rampant.

The task period is six months, and the task details are as follows.

Standard One: The Sweeper. A reincarnator from beyond the world, they are inherently a source of change and turmoil. The task requires attracting the utmost hatred from one hundred people within the mission's timeframe, reaching a point of ruthlessness and relentless pursuit, and then safely navigating the entire mission.

Standard Two: The Power Holder. While not necessarily willing to risk everything for others or blindly obey orders, one must still be able to command from a high position and have a voice known to all. This requires managing the livelihoods of tens of thousands of people under one's command.

Standard Three: Challenger. Become the most recognized individual in Singapore, Malaysia, and Hong Kong.

Criterion Four: Achiever. Combating crime in Singapore and Malaysia requires that, in the final month of the mission, the crime rate be reduced to half of the current statistics.

Criterion Five: The Fissioner. Requires the completion of an event with an impact far exceeding Singapore, Malaysia, and Hong Kong, radiating throughout the entire East Kalimantan Allied Territory, and even resonating across Asia and the world.

Meeting any three of the above standards is considered passing. The higher the completion rate, the greater the reward.

Note that you have become a formal reincarnator. The act of issuing tasks will be completed outside the world. After entering the task world, a basic identity will be assigned.

Note that basic identity information, the local common language and script have been transmitted to the consciousness of the reincarnator.

Dear reincarnator, may you pass through joyful strife!

Mission begins!

………………

As the white light faded from Guan Luoyang's eyes, a noisy and chaotic sound came from behind.

He was sitting at a banquet in the hotel lobby, which had about eight or nine tables. The room was filled with young and middle-aged men with dyed hair, tattoos, and short-sleeved shirts, and the atmosphere was very lively.

The smells of smoke, alcohol, and the steam from various dishes mingled together.

"Xiao Guan, you've come to celebrate the boss's birthday today, why are you dressed in this costume and even brought the props?"

A young man with spiky hair next to him reached out to touch Guan Luoyang's knife.

Guan Luoyang lowered his sleeve, blocking the man's hand. The man didn't get a touch, clicked his tongue, and gave up, turning to chat and laugh with the others at the table.

The so-called basic identity is the background used when a formal reincarnator intervenes in the mission world. Most of them are insignificant minor characters who leave a certain impression on the people around them, but are by no means profound.

Guan Luoyang's identity here is that of a young man who came to settle in Singapore and Malaysia by ship from Hong Kong more than half a month ago. He is unfamiliar with many aspects of Singapore and Malaysia.

I've found a job as an extra on a film set, and I've also joined a small local gang. The gang is named after the gang leader, whose nickname is "Steel Wrist."

"good!!!!"

Suddenly, a commotion broke out in the hall, as if someone was toasting the boss and drinking it all in one gulp. The boss then picked up his glass and stood up, and the people at each table followed suit.

Guan Luoyang also stood up for a moment with the people around him. The wine cups were just disposable thin plastic cups, but the wine inside had a very strong smell.

Many people had already drunk so much that their faces were flushed and they were covered in sweat, and they all looked towards where the leader, Yan Xiong, was sitting.

Yan Xiong's table was in the middle, and among the ten people at the table, several were wearing suits, which immediately distinguished them from the people around them.

Yan Xiong, with a scar on his face and a beer belly, held a glass high in his right hand, looked around, and shouted, "I, Lao Yan, am turning forty today. I've been struggling in this world for forty years and have gathered such a good group of brothers."

"We've endured enough hardship, both in wind and rain. From now on, it'll be good days of collecting and distributing money. Just remember one thing: follow me, and you'll be blessed."

"Alright, the rest is in the drink. Cheers!"

After Yan Xiong finished drinking it in one gulp, he turned the cup upside down and held it high, leaving not a single drop.

Loud cheers erupted in the lobby, and everyone brought their cups to their lips, trying to chug them down like their leader.

Guan Luoyang brought the wine cup to his lips, made a gesture, and suddenly his ear twitched.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang! ! !

It sounded like a gunshot, but much lower and crisper, and suddenly drowned out the noise of the crowd.

The hotel's tightly closed doors became like a sieve, with light filtering through the numerous holes.

In the lobby, blood burst from the bodies of more than a dozen people in an instant, and they fell forward, crashing into the table.

The cups and bowls were in disarray, and the steaming braised fish had slipped onto the floor. The screams of the waiters and the shouts of the gang members mingled together.

The dilapidated gate was knocked down by a car—a black convertible with large headlights. The people inside were firing guns with one hand and throwing smoke grenades as they went.

The smoke grenade spun on the ground, spewing out large amounts of smoke.

Gunfire erupted, and people fell one after another, their blood splattering everywhere. Others lay down on tables, using the pillars and counters in the lobby as cover, and drew their guns to launch a counterattack.

Besides the car, many people rushed in from outside, especially a man in a leather jacket and sunglasses who jumped onto the hood of the convertible from the back and pounced on Yan Xiong's table.

The tabletop, which was tilted on the ground and used as cover, was kicked and shattered by the man in sunglasses.

Yan Xiong, who was behind the table, raised his left hand, and his suit was torn open by the violent movement, revealing silver-white steel plates on both sides of his forearm.

The entire left arm was actually a mechanical shape cast from steel. The part below the wrist imitated the structure of human fingers and was iron gray, while the forearm was shaped like a cylinder with steel plates that popped out from both sides, with sharp cuts.

The man in sunglasses landed heavily on both feet, then spun around and swept his legs repeatedly, sending Yan Xiong flying high into the air before he fell backward with a series of clanging sounds.

Behind him, on a three-inch-high platform, were a microphone, a piano, and a mountain of gifts. Yan Xiong crashed into it, and the man in sunglasses immediately followed.

The next moment, all sorts of gift boxes flew into the air, and Yan Xiong's body was once again sent flying backward, crashing through the partition made of wallpaper and wooden boards behind him.

Some tough young men took the opportunity to crash into the partition, causing the entire wooden partition to shatter and collapse.

The hotel lobby and the courtyard behind it are now completely open, creating a spacious feel.

To the left of the courtyard is the parking lot, and to the right are the kitchen, ice storage, storage room, etc., and further ahead is the dormitory building.

The gang members, who were being passively attacked, fled into the courtyard and scattered in these directions. The sunglasses-wearing man's men also gave chase.

The lobby became empty, with overturned tables scattered with dishes and corpses.

A young man with rough, tangled hair covered his head and hid behind a square concrete pillar.

The lime used to whiten the pillar was being scraped by the clothes on his back in small, constant motions, proving that the body was trembling.

He heard the surroundings quiet down, and cautiously peeked his head to the side, only to be met with a greasy, menacing grin.

"what!"

The burly man in the black vest grabbed his collar with one hand, and the muzzle of his gun was already pressed against his forehead with the other, about to pull the trigger.

The young man was so frightened that he couldn't even scream. His pupils shrank to pinpoints, and his whole body was frozen in place.

Suddenly, the burly man's right hand was struck by a blur, falling limply to the ground as his pistol hit the ground. He was also struck on the head by a knife sheath, his eyes rolling back in his head as he collapsed unconscious in shock.

The young man's legs gave way, and he fell to the ground along with the strong man, his eyes reflecting a figure pressed against the ceiling.

Guan Luoyang released his five fingers that were piercing the concrete and fell from the ceiling, stepping on a pool of blood that had been winding its way from a distance.

The mortality rate for the beginner's missions of the Reincarnators is said to be only 20%, with both the risks and rewards being rather unremarkable.

The task of a formal reincarnator is entirely different.

The intelligence text in the pamphlet was ultimately bland; only after experiencing it firsthand did I realize that what it said was true.

Guan Luoyang lowered his eyes and touched the young man's face with the scabbard of his sword.

"Hey, do you recognize these people? What's their background?"

The young man stood there stunned for a moment, then scrambled to his feet, trembling, and hurriedly said, "I don't know, no, I recognize him!"

He noticed the tattoo on the burly man's neck, pointed at it, and exclaimed in realization, "It's one of Black Spider's men. All his men have this kind of tattoo. No, no, I heard that only a small boss who can manage a drug-selling line is qualified to have this kind of tattoo."

The young man was still shaken and his speech was somewhat incoherent.

Guan Luoyang's eyes flickered, but his voice softened as he asked again, "Selling powder?"

"That's right. Yes, I heard a while ago that Boss Steel Wrist robbed their goods and made a fortune..."

(End of this chapter)