I write obituaries for the gods

“After all, there are many important figures coming from the United States,” Louis said in a low voice. “If any security lapses occur, the foundation will have to take a serious look at the consequences.”

Jiang Zhengge snorted disdainfully:

"Those Americans are really getting cocky lately... Damn it, I hope I don't run into anyone I know, or I'll be in trouble."

"Do you have acquaintances in the security company of the black network?" Li Zhanyi asked curiously.

"Not a good acquaintance."

Jiang Zhengge spoke in a low voice, walked to the elevator in the lobby, and handed his invitation to the waiter.

"I'm here for the Rain City Star Film Carnival." He flashed a charming smile.

The waiter took the invitation, carefully read its contents for a moment, and then smiled at Jiang Zhengge:

"Good evening, sir. Please come with me to the lobby on the 50th floor to obtain your access pass."

"..."

Watching Jiang Zhengge successfully enter the elevator, Louis switched the scene to the back alley:

"Lin Chen, how is the situation?"

"I'm in position."

In the back alley of the Waldorf Hotel, Lin Chen, dressed as a waiter, rolled up his sleeves and glanced at his watch.

The time is 19:15.

Lin Chen reached out and knocked on the rusty door beside him in rhythm:

"Da, da, da da da, da da da da, da da."

After knocking, he waited silently for about ten seconds before the door opened.

"Xiao Lin, you're late on your first day of work?"

Brother Hao smiled and looked at Lin Chen, who was dressed in a waiter's uniform, and nodded.

"Not bad, it looks quite impressive. Come on, come in."

Lin Chen followed Hao Ge into the room. The two walked through the corridor and entered an employee elevator, heading to the restaurant on the 49th floor.

"When we get to the kitchen, you have to avoid that bald guy," Brother Hao whispered to Lin Chen. "That's our supervisor, a complete bastard. He doesn't do any work, he just gives orders. He doesn't have any other special skills, but he remembers every face of our own people perfectly. Don't let him see him."

"Okay." Lin Chen nodded.

"Security measures are very strict today," Hao Ge said. "Remember, whatever your target is, be careful. This damn hotel employs its own thugs, and getting caught won't do you any good."

"no problem."

"Ding."

As they were talking, the elevator arrived at their floor.

The elevator doors opened, and Jiang Zhengge stepped out, went straight to the front desk, and handed over his invitation.

"Thank you for joining the carnival," Jiang Zhengge said with a smile.

While getting his pass, Jiang Zhengge pretended to admire the hotel's decor, his gaze sweeping across the reception hall repeatedly.

Beside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, well-dressed elites were chatting, their languages ​​from all over the world converging into an international symphony that Jiang Zhengge couldn't understand.

After searching for a long time, Jiang Zhengge did not find Zuo Xia.

"Sir, here is your pass," the receptionist handed Jiang Zhengge a card with both hands. "A room has been reserved for you tonight. If you need to stay, you can leave it here. If not, you can return the card here after the banquet."

"Okay, thank you." Jiang Zhengge smiled as he put away the pass, put his hands in his pockets, and casually found a seat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

At that moment, the roar of the helicopter engine began.

Jiang Zhengge looked out the floor-to-ceiling window and saw the outline of a helicopter emerging from the rain and mist, circling the Waldorf Hotel.

"Zhanyi, stay hidden," Jiang Zhengge whispered. "Helicopter patrol."

"It's okay, I'll handle it," a hoarse voice came.

In the helicopter cockpit, the co-pilot paused slightly after hearing the pilot's words, and said:

"What are you here to handle?"

The driver pulled a silenced pistol from his waist and shot the observer in the passenger seat in the head.

"Boom."

“The helicopter threat is over,” Oswald said, putting away his pistol. “Enjoy the carnival.”

He piloted the helicopter past the giant glass window on the 50th floor of the Waldorf Hotel, then ascended to the rooftop and hovered among the clouds.

Watching the helicopter disappear into the distance, Jiang Zhengge glanced at his watch to check the time.

"We can't miss the ball."

He took a glass of champagne from the waiter, walked towards the spiral staircase leading to the forty-ninth floor, and gently pressed his earpiece:

“I’ll draw their attention, Lin Chen. Proceed according to your plan.”

Jiang Zhengge's role is clear: as the head of the rapid response section, the foundation personnel on site will inevitably notice his presence and focus their attention on him.

They would remain vigilant about Jiang Zhengge's presence, thus overlooking Lin Chen, who was lurking in the shadows.

One light, one dark.

One hook, one strike.

"..."

Jiang Zhengge walked into the banquet hall, placed the empty wine glass on the waiter's tray, and straightened his collar.

He was just about to find a seat when a clear voice suddenly called out from behind him:

"Old Jiang."

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Chapter 73 Xilena Boswell

"The toilets have been set up."

In the banquet hall's restroom, Lin Chen examined the iron chains before him and nodded in satisfaction.

He had already started imagining the scene of Zuo Xia rushing to the toilet after taking laxatives, finding the door locked, and then scrambling to his room in a disheveled state.

Whether he held it in or not, he always had to go back to his room.

After checking the locks again, Lin Chen returned to the kitchen, pretending to be busy while looking around.

He quickly spotted the supervisor that Brother Hao had mentioned: the guy's bald head was so shiny it looked like a light bulb, making him hard to miss.

Wherever the supervisor went, Lin Chen would walk in the opposite direction. Every now and then, he would pick up a plate of wine, walk out the door, circle around twice, and then walk back, constantly avoiding the supervisor's route.

After what seemed like an eternity of winding around, Louis's voice came through the headset:

"Attention, Zuo Xia has been spotted. He has left his room and is heading towards the banquet hall."

"Room number, 3812."

"Zhanyi, can you see it?"

"The view is very clear."

A light rain was falling. On the balcony of the office building, Li Zhanyi gently moved the muzzle of his gun, aiming at the floor-to-ceiling window of room 3812.

The Waldaff is, after all, a super-luxury hotel, and even the standard rooms have floor-to-ceiling windows, which provides snipers with a convenient field of vision.

"It seems he checked in several days early, but the curtains were drawn tightly," Li Zhanyi said softly. "Sir, remember to open the curtains when you move around, otherwise I won't be able to help you."

"Received," Lin Chen's voice came through. "Is there anything else you need, Miss?"

Hearing Lin Chen call her "Young Miss", Li Zhanyi's lips curled up slightly.

"There are many beautiful flowers in the banquet hall in Waldaff. Help me bring one back later."

"Heh...Received." Lin Chen chuckled lightly.

“You two are really… stop messing around,” Louis’s voice came through. “It seems like Section Chief Jiang is being harassed by someone.”

"Do you need any help?" Lin Chen asked softly.

"It's okay, I can handle it."

After saying this, Jiang Zhengge turned around and looked at the girl who had called out to him.

Long, flowing, wavy, sea-blue hair and deep blue eyes framed her delicate, soft features. A sophisticated white tulle dress accentuated her slender figure, and her beautiful collarbones were particularly eye-catching under the banquet lights.

The young woman walked to Jiang Zhengge's side, looked up at the man in a formal suit, and gave him a soft smile:

"You look really handsome in this outfit."

"tide Leina," Jiang Zhengge's expression was somewhat stiff, "why are you here?"

"What, are you surprised that I'm not on the guest list?"

The girl called tide Leina peered around Jiang Zhengge, her deep blue eyes shimmering.

"It's been a long time, you've gotten older."

“You haven’t changed,” Jiang Zhengge shifted his gaze. “What are your plans?”

"So? Didn't you come to the carnival?" Xileina blinked. "Then come! What can I do to you? Beat you up?"

At this moment, as the music began, guests entered the ballroom's dance floor in groups and danced to the band's music.

Jiang Zhengge stared at the girl for a while, then turned his head and walked to a table in the corner.

He hadn't taken two steps when his hand was grabbed.

Jiang Zhengge shook off the girl's hand, turned his head, and looked at her expressionlessly.

But the girl simply gave a gentle smile:

"How long has it been since we danced together?"

"..."

"The section chief seems to have run into someone he knows; they're even dancing," Louis said in a low voice.

"Hmm? There are acquaintances here? Are you alright?" Li Zhanyi asked.

"Section Chief is unavailable right now, please don't worry, let me scan your facial information..."

Louis was silent for a few seconds, then he took a deep breath.

"What's wrong?" Lin Chen asked softly.

“Syriana Boswell,” Louis said softly, “She’s Syriana Boswell! A famous singer and actress in Rain City, one of the foundation’s top stars!”

The moment Lin Chen heard the phrase "top-tier foundation," he knew something was terribly wrong.

"She...is a demigod?"

“That’s right, her level is unknown, but outside speculation suggests she’s Delta-level, since her main profession is singing, and even her film work is related to her acting career,” Louis said softly. “But ultimately, she’s a demigod, and tonight’s situation… isn’t looking good…”

"..."

Taking advantage of the opportunity to carry the wine tray out, Lin Chen glanced at the dance floor, searching for that touch of sea blue.

He soon spotted tide Leina: Jiang Zhengge was dancing with her on the dance floor, their steps so fast that everyone moved away to the sides.

Section Chief Jiang and she... seemed to know each other quite well.

"..."

As the music ended, and as Easter eggs were launched into the sky, the large screen on one side of the banquet hall lit up.

"A very impressive dance, ladies and gentlemen! Thank you for enlivening the atmosphere of tonight's grand event! Now, we will proceed with the opening ceremony of the Rain City Star Film Carnival!"

Amidst thunderous applause that echoed throughout the hall, Jiang Zhengge released tide Leina's hands and turned to walk out of the dance floor.

He casually found a table to sit down, and as soon as he looked up, he found tide Leina sitting down next to him.

"Are you spying on me?" Jiang Zhengge frowned.

"Do you hate me that much?" Xileina said softly.

Jiang Zhengge stared at tide Leina for a while, then turned his head away and muttered:

"Where are your bodyguards? Where are those foundation's lackeys?"