[Current world background:

In the year 1999 in the Western calendar, in Xinma Port, a country with a territory of only more than 1,700 square kilometers, there were many gangs and societies running rampant.

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

Standard 1, Sweepers. Reincarnators from outside the world should themselves be a source of change and turmoil. It is required to attract the heartfelt hatred of a hundred people within the task time limit, and to reach the level of unscrupulous means and death.

Then get through the entire mission unscathed.

Standard 2: Those in power do not seek to go through fire and water, but obey orders. They still have to stand high and make a call for everyone to know. They require their subordinates to take charge of the livelihoods of tens of thousands of people.

Standard three, challenger. Become the strongest individual recognized nationwide in Singapore, Macau and Hong Kong.

Standard 4, Achievers. To combat illegal and criminal activities in Singapore and Macao, it is required that in the last month of the mission, the crime rate be reduced to half of that in the first month.

Standard Five, Fissioner. Requires the completion of a certain event, with influence far beyond Singapore and Malaysia, radiating to the entire East Kaliman Allies, and even Asia, reverberating around the world.

If you meet any three of the above standards, you will be considered qualified. The higher the degree of completion, the more generous the reward will be.

Note that you have become an official reincarnation, and the act of posting tasks will be completed outside the world. After entering the task world, your basic identity will be arranged.

Note that the basic identity information, local common language and characters, have been transmitted to the reincarnation consciousness.

Dear reincarnator, I wish you joyful strife!

The mission begins!]

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When the white light faded from Guan Luoyang's eyes, noisy and noisy sounds could be heard.

He is currently sitting at a banquet. There are about eight or nine tables in the entire hotel lobby. There are young and middle-aged men with dyed hair, tattoos and short-sleeved shirts everywhere. The atmosphere is very lively.

The smell of smoke, alcohol, and the heat of various dishes mixed together.

"Xiaoguan, I'm here to celebrate my boss's birthday today. Why are you wearing this costume and bringing props?"

Next to him, a young man with hair like a hedgehog reached out to touch Guan Luoyang's knife.

Guan Luoyang lowered his sleeves and separated his hand. The man didn't touch it, so he gave up and turned around to talk and laugh with other people at the table.

The so-called basic identity is when the official reincarnation intervenes in the mission world. Most of the backgrounds used are insignificant and small characters. They have a certain impression in the minds of the people around them, but they are by no means profound.

Guan Luoyang's identity here is that he took a boat from Hong Kong and settled in Xinma Port more than half a month ago. He is not familiar with many things about Xinma Port.

Currently I have found a job as a walk-on on a film crew, and I have also joined a local gang. Because the gang leader's nickname is "Steel Wrists," the gang is also named after him.

"good!!!!"

Suddenly there was a roar in the lobby, as if someone was toasting the boss. He drank it all in one gulp. The boss stood up with his cup, and everyone at each table stood up one after another.

Guan Luoyang also stood for a moment following the people around him. The wine glass was just a disposable thin plastic cup, but the wine inside tasted very choking.

Many people had already drank, their faces flushed and their brows sweating profusely, and they all looked towards the boss, Yan Xiong.

Yan Xiong's table was in the middle. Among the ten people at the table, several were wearing suits. Their clothes clearly distinguished them from those around them.

Yan Xiong had scars on his face and a beer belly. He raised a cup in his right hand, looked around and shouted: "I, Old Yan, am turning 40 today. I have been struggling in this world for a full forty years. Let's gather together."

We have such a good group of brothers.”

"I have endured enough hardships in the wind and rain. From now on it will be a good time to collect and distribute money. You just need to remember one sentence, follow me and you will be blessed."

"Okay, the rest is in the wine. Finish it!"

After Yan Xiong drank it in one gulp, he turned the cup upside down and raised it high, leaving not a drop left.

Strong cheers erupted in the lobby, and everyone put their cups to their mouths, imitating their boss and imitating them.

Guan Luoyang touched the wine glass to his lips, made a gesture, and his ears suddenly moved.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang!!!

It was like a gunshot, but the sound was lower and much clearer. Suddenly, it overcame the noise of the crowd.

The closed door of the hotel became like a sieve, with light filtering through the dense holes.

In the lobby, blood burst out from a dozen people in an instant. They fell forward and hit the table.

The cups and bowls were in a mess, the steaming braised fish fell to the floor, and the screams of the waiters and the screams of the gang brothers were mixed together.

The dilapidated gate was knocked down by a car. The black convertible had big headlights, and the people in the car were shooting with guns in one hand and throwing smoke bombs by the way.

The smoke bomb rotated on the ground, emitting a large amount of smoke.

Gunshots were fired, and people continued to fall down with blood sprays. Some people put down the tabletop, leaned against the pillars in the lobby, and the counter as cover, and drew their guns to launch a counterattack.

In addition to this car, there were many people pouring in outside the door, especially a man in a leather jacket and sunglasses who jumped onto the front cover of the convertible from behind, and then aimed at Yan Xiong's table and rushed towards him.

The tabletop that was leaning on the ground and used as a cover was kicked to pieces by the man in sunglasses.

Yan Xiong, who was behind the desk, raised his left hand. His suit was torn apart by the violent movement, and silver-white steel plates popped out on both sides of his forearms.

The entire left arm turned out to be a machine made of steel. The area below the wrist imitated the structure of human palms and fingers, showing an iron-gray color. The forearm was shaped like a cylinder, with steel plates popping out from both sides.

Sharp cuts.

The man in sunglasses fell to the ground with his feet, making a loud sound, and continued to spin and sweep his legs. After a series of sounds like iron, Yan Xiong's body flew high into the air and fell backwards.

Behind the podium, which was three inches high, were a microphone, a piano, and a mountain of gifts. Yan Xiong's body fell into it, and the man in sunglasses immediately chased after him.

The next moment, various gift boxes flew into the air, and Yan Xiong's body flew backwards again, crashing through the partition made of wallpaper and wooden boards at the back.

Some tough young men took this opportunity to hit the partition together, causing the entire wooden partition to shatter and fall.

There is no obstruction between the hotel lobby and the rear courtyard, and the cramped space suddenly opens up.

On the left side of the courtyard is the parking lot, on the right side are the kitchen, icehouse, utility room, etc., and further ahead is the accommodation building.

The gang members who were passively beaten fled into the courtyard one after another and dispersed in these directions. Most of the men of the man in sunglasses also pursued them.

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

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

The lime used to whitewash the surface of the pillar was constantly scratched by the clothes on his back in a small amount, proving that the body was shaking.

When he heard the surroundings quieten down, he cautiously poked his head to one side, and saw a manly smile with a shiny face in front of him.

"ah!"

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

The young man was so frightened that he could no longer even scream, his pupils were as narrow as needle tips, and his whole body was sluggish and stiff.

Suddenly, the strong man's right hand was hit by an afterimage, and it dropped downwards. The pistol fell to the ground, and the top of his head was hit by the scabbard. His eyes immediately turned white, and he fell to the ground in a state of shock.

The young man's legs were weak and he fell to the ground together with the strong man. His eyes reflected a figure clinging to the ceiling.

Guan Luoyang released his fingers that were pierced into the concrete and fell from the ceiling. Under his feet, he stepped on a pool of blood that snaked from a distance.

The mortality rate for reincarnation novice missions is said to be only 20%, and the risks and benefits are both mediocre.

The tasks of formal reincarnators are completely different.

The information written in the brochure is ultimately bland. Only after personal experience can I feel that what is said is true.

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

"Hey, do you recognize these people? What are their origins?"

The young man was stunned for a while, then he got up tremblingly and hurriedly said: "I don't know either, no, I recognize it!"

He saw the tattoo on the side of the strong man's neck, pointed with his hand, and suddenly shouted, "It's from Black Spider. Everyone under him has this kind of tattoo. No, it's not. I heard that only those who can control a fan selling

Only the little bosses of the line are qualified to get this kind of tattoo."

The young man was still scared and his speech was a bit incoherent.

Guan Luoyang's eyes moved, but his voice became calmer, and he asked again: "Selling fans?"
Chapter completed!