I write obituaries for the gods

“Miss Xileina, please change your clothes. The performance is about to begin,” the makeup artist approached. “However, the rain is heavier than expected. Would you like to consider…”

"No need, just act like this."

After tide Lena finished speaking, she went into the dressing room.

Before she officially started changing, she took out her phone and glanced at her text messages:

"tide Lena, stop monitoring my phone."

Xilena smiled; it was the first time she had smiled since stepping into the stadium.

Bathed in the clamor of voices outside the stage, she began to change her clothes.

......

Chapter 10 Concert (First and Second Updates)

"Section Chief, we've spotted the key figure, Pan Enfu. He's already reached the stands and is right across from you."

"receive."

Jiang Zhengge picked up his phone, pretending to take pictures of the magnificent four-sided stage, but actually moved the camera to the grandstand level.

Through the seemingly glowing rain curtain, he saw a bald man walk into the stands, surrounded by a large group of bodyguards.

"Mr. P's son joining Xileina's studio means he's consolidating his power, right?" Louis said on the channel.

“You have a good sense of smell,” Jiang Zhengge put down his phone. “Everyone in the foundation is on edge right now. With Terry’s return, the power structure will definitely be reshuffled.”

Suddenly, all the searchlights went out, and Lin Chen noticed that the glow stick in his hand lit up.

Cheers erupted from the crowd: this meant the concert was about to begin.

"It's starting, it's starting!" Li Zhanyi looked very excited.

Lin Chen looked at Jiang Zhengge: The section chief remained calm, sitting there relaxed, as if he had really come to listen to a concert.

At this moment, accompanied by the roar of the speakers, a CG animation began to play on the giant screens on all four sides of the stage:

A young girl pushed aside the brightly colored tent and stepped into the downpour.

Behind the curtain of torrential rain, a hurricane swept across the sky, and distant cities were falling apart.

The ancient priest roared:

"Rombalo, King of the Rom!"

"You are fearless, brave, and undaunted by hardship!"

You will lead us out of this hurricane!

"Om——"

A tremendous bass sound came crashing down, making Lin Chen feel as if his internal organs were roaring.

The lift started operating, and amidst the torrential rain, a Gypsy jazz band rose to the main stage.

Two rhythm guitars create a sense of rhythm, while the lead guitar unleashes a magnificent melody, like a giant tree growing rapidly under a downpour.

Then, with the addition of the violin...

A splash of blue rose onto the main stage.

"Rombarlo! Rombarlo! Rombarlo!"

The fans shouted in unison, like cheering spectators in a gladiatorial arena, the noise almost tearing the rain curtain apart.

Sylena Boswell sat in a crystal chair, her eyes closed, playing the violin lightly, her long blue curls flowing in the downpour.

The soft white gauze dress outlined her body, and the falling rain seemed unable to wet it. The hem of the dress surrounded her like clouds surrounding the mountain mist.

The opening ceremony featured a gypsy band performance, with the song title displayed on a lyric screen:

"Hurricane"

Accompanied by light, sound, and electricity, the band's ensemble almost dyed the torrential rain a deep blue. The breathtaking and melodious tune made Lin Chen's heart leap into his throat, as if a hurricane was approaching.

Lin Chen couldn't help but glance at Jiang Zhengge again: he was watching the stage and seemed to be enjoying the performance.

Is the section chief planning to listen to the entire performance before taking action?

At this moment, Louis, who had been silent for a while, suddenly spoke:

"I've hacked into Pan Enfu's private room, want to hear it?"

"Bring them in," Lin Chen said.

Amidst a faint electromagnetic interference sound, Lin Chen opened his phone's camera, adjusted the focus, and observed the private room opposite.

At the same time, Pan Enfu's voice came:

"To be honest, I've given her almost everything I could, but she just won't accept it. What can I do?"

“I understand what you mean, Dad. Demigods look down on humans, but the problem is your son isn’t an ordinary person. I’m quite the expert at flirting.”

"No, why would anyone say they're only after my money? I have a lot of personal charm, you know."

"Anyway, I don't want to work here anymore. Xileina doesn't give me a good look, and I don't want to give her any special treatment."

"Then why don't you try switching me to another position first? Didn't you say there's still some Black Star data left in the Whale Nest? Put me in Mr. Triton's cleanup team..."

"Okay, okay, I understand. I won't say anything outside, alright?"

"This idiot..." Lin Chen muttered, "To be honest, this stereotypical rich kid is incredibly stupid."

"Art originates from life, so don't underestimate the realism of artistic works," Li Zhanyi complained.

“Pass the message to Lucy and have her start investigating. This intelligence has a high priority,” Jiang Zhengge said. “The whale nest has basically sunk into the subspace... These gods still want to clean it up? This means we can also find some intelligence from it.”

“I understand,” Louis said.

At this moment, the opening ceremony ended, the stage began to change, and Xileina was raised to the highest point, like an empress ruling the world.

She put down her violin, picked up the microphone, and snapped her fingers.

A familiar melody began to play; Lin Chen recognized the melody—Frank Ocean's "Pink + White".

He had learned about tide Lena's concert schedule beforehand: basically, her second song was always a cover, and the song was always "Pink and White".

It is said that the lyrics resonated with her life experiences:

"That's the way every day goes..."

(This is how the world works...)

"Every time we've no control..."

(We can't control anything...)

"If the sky is pink and white..."

(If the skylight is pink and white...)

"If the ground is black and yellow..."

(Double yellow lines drawn on the pitch-black asphalt...)

Accompanied by tide Leina's clear and melodious singing voice, Jiang Zhengge began to act.

Lin Chen turned his head and saw Jiang Zhengge open his briefcase, press down hard, and take out a square box from a hidden compartment.

He casually tore a small trigger from his shoelace and inserted it into the bottom of the box.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Zhengge pulled hard on the suitcase handle, detached it completely, and put the two handles together and inserted them into the front of the box.

Lin Chen finally understood what Jiang Zhengge was doing:

He's assembling a gun!

And this is a sniper rifle!

"Zhanyi, can I borrow that hair clip I gave you?" Jiang Zhengge reached out his hand.

"what?"

Li Zhanyi, bewildered, took off her hair clip and handed it to Jiang Zhengge.

Jiang Zhengge forcefully straightened the hair clip and stuffed it into the side of the small box—this thing was a pull handle.

"So my only purpose is to put hair clips on you..." Li Zhanyi pouted slightly.

"Sweetie, I'll treat you to ribs tonight."

While reassuring him, Jiang Zhengge combined the handle of the briefcase with the rear of the bolt to form a stock.

Then, he picked up the cheering stick, unscrewed the back end, and inserted the front end into the barrel of the gun—a silencer.

Finally, Jiang Zhengge fixed the phone directly above the gun's receiver, turned on the camera, and adjusted the focus.

At this moment, almost everyone was immersed in tide Leina's singing, and few people noticed Jiang Zhengge's actions.

The very few who saw it assumed it was a camera holder or something similar and didn't think much of it.

The torrential rain poured down on the stage, hitting tide Leina's white dress. The semi-transparent texture made her look even more otherworldly and aloof.

Jiang Zhengge stared at tide Leina in the camera lens for a while, then pulled the lever back and loaded a 12.7x99mm bullet into the chamber.

"Click".

Jiang Zhengge pulled the lever back to its original position, looked at his phone screen, and aimed at tide Leina in the center of the stage...

Section Chief Jiang is planning to directly target tide Leina? Lin Chen was stunned.

The 12.7x99mm bullet is an anti-material bullet, and its power is indeed considerable... but can it really take down a demigod?

At this moment, Jiang Zhengge had already aimed at tide Leina's torso and was waiting quietly.

On stage, Xileina seemed oblivious to everything, spinning in the downpour, singing in a voice so ethereal it seemed to have its own reverberation:

"In the wake of a hurricane..."

(In the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina...)

"Dark skin of a summer shade..."

(Summer leaves shadows on dark skin...)

In time with the drumbeats of the accompaniment, Jiang Zhengge pulled the trigger—

"Oh!"

The sounds of torrential rain, loud noises, and bullets leaving the barrel all converged, ultimately merging into a tiny dot on the lifting platform.

The trajectory deviation is significant...

On stage, Xileina looked up at the sky:

"Nosedive into flood lines..."

(The children jumped into the stream...)

"Tall tower of milk crates..."

(Milk baskets stacked into a tall tower...)

Jiang Zhenge pulled the bolt, and with a "ding," the spent cartridge flew out.

He loaded the second bullet into the chamber, made a slight adjustment, and then aimed at the small dot he had shot before.

"Cannonball off the porch side..."

(The child jumps into the water with his knees drawn up...)

"Older kids trying off the rooves..."

(The older child climbs over the roof ridge...)

"Oh!"

This time, the bullet holes overlapped.

Calibration complete.

"call..."

Jiang Zhengge let out a soft breath, then pulled the bolt again, ejecting the spent cartridge case...

Then the last bullet was loaded into the chamber.