Fantasy Game: Infinite City

Chapter 166: First Job

City C.

At Lijing Airport on the other side of the city, the private plane Han Zu was riding in slowly landed, taxied on the runway, and slowly drove into the hangar belonging to the Unlimited Company.

In the additional items of the "employee contract" agreed upon between the institute and Han Zu, this private jet that uses a special energy device and is not available on the market has since become Han Zu's personal property. Of course, such a generous premise must be accompanied by conditions, but Han Zu believes that this condition is very fair.

Han Zu did not wake up from his sleep until the intelligent system on the plane completed its self-check and entered sleep mode. It was obvious that he slept very soundly and did not have any dreams.

"Kick."

At the rear of the cabin, in the position originally reserved for flight attendants, a slight noise was heard again, but this time it became increasingly rapid and quickly approached Han Zu's seat.

The source of the sound is a sphere that looks like it is made up of magnetic filings. The strange noise that occurred before was caused by the sphere being affected by movement, hitting other places, and repairing the dents.

The movement of the sphere began to accelerate rapidly, constantly concave and convex, quickly reorganized, and began to collapse inward. The rest of the sphere began to rotate toward the central collapsed position, and more substances identical to those that made up the sphere began to appear from the collapsed position and immediately joined the rotation cycle.

Under this unique movement, the sphere quickly grew larger and turned into a completely irregular polyhedron. Although its shape was still constantly changing, its size was fixed. Then, the polyhedron quickly cut itself into many particles similar to magnetic chips. If you look closely, you can find that each of these tiny particles is an irregular polyhedron that is constantly changing its shape.

A large number of particles reorganized again to form several translucent films. The films floated into the air and slowly covered Han Zu's exposed skin, and then slowly entered Han Zu's body from these exposed skin areas.

If you look closely at Han Zu's skin now, you can find that the film composed of unique particles is like some stones and branches falling into a swamp. They will not make any sound, but will be slowly swallowed by the mud in the swamp and become part of the swamp. But from a normal perspective, it seems that those particles have blended in by themselves.

The whole fusion process was very slow. It took nearly five hours for the particles to completely merge with Han Zu. During this time, the fusion of these particles and Han Zu strangely did not make any sound, nor did it produce any extra abnormal phenomena. When the last particle merged into Han Zu's body, Han Zu's fingers moved, and then he turned over, but still did not wake up. He did not feel anything at all. The cabin returned to calm again.

However, not long after, some unusual situations occurred around Han Zu. On the ground next to his seat, there was a freshly opened box of cigarettes. It fell out of Han Zu's pocket when the plane landed. It had been lying on the ground for the past few hours without moving.

But now, this cigar box, whose outer shell had become a little dented due to being squeezed, is quickly returning to normal. After the repair was completed, it began to vibrate, and after a few seconds, it suddenly floated up without any warning.

This floating was not a random movement in the air without any rules, but it was like an invisible hand holding it up and moving it steadily up and down. As the cigarette box floated in the air, other small components around it also began to vibrate. After a few seconds, small components that were not fixed, such as water bottles, mobile phones, cups, etc., also floated up and attached to the air. However, none of them left their original positions, they just floated up.

Then, the space around Han Zu's body began to vibrate slowly, but Han Zu did not succeed in floating. After the space around him stopped vibrating, the objects that had floated up before also slowly fell from the air and quietly returned to their original positions.

Except for Han Zu's cell phone.

As Han Zu turned over again in his sleep, his arm touched the mobile phone that was floating on his body and had not yet returned to its original position. The phone suddenly fell down like a rocket that had lost its power, slid down Han Zu's shoulder, and got stuck on his belt buckle. As luck would have it, a phone call came at this time, and the ringing of the phone woke Han Zu up from his sleep.

"Hey, um...oh, ok...ok."

After answering the phone, Han Zu still closed his eyes and responded mechanically. The person on the other end of the phone spoke very efficiently, with basically no unnecessary nonsense. He quickly explained the situation to Han Zu and hung up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Han Zu continued to lie down for a while, then stood up from his seat, put on his coat, and started packing.

“So it fell here.”

After finding the fallen cigarette box under the seat, Han Zu got off the private plane. There were not many people in the hangar except for a few maintenance workers. Not far from the plane, there was a four-door business sedan parked. He walked over to check, but there was no one in the car.

Han Zu reached out his hand, opened the car door smoothly, sat in the driver's seat, and opened the storage compartment of the co-pilot. There were some documents in it. Below was the complete documents of the car, and above was an envelope. After opening the envelope and reading the contents, Han Zu started the car, left the hangar, and drove towards the airport gate. There was no obstruction along the way, and Han Zu left the airport smoothly.

Speeding along the airport highway, they soon returned to City C. At an intersection on the edge of the city, Han Zu was stopped by a traffic light and waited patiently.

Han Zu opened the car window a crack, lit a cigarette, and while puffing out smoke, he looked around unintentionally. He picked up the envelope again, looked at the contents, and took out a photo, observing it carefully.

The photo is not very old, it was taken about a few weeks ago, but nowadays, except for some people who are interested in photography and vintage objects, almost no one still keeps photos, especially those taken recently.

The photo was a large group photo of more than a dozen people sitting around a dining table. It should have been taken in a private room of a restaurant. Han Zu was familiar with the background of the photo. Although he didn't go there often, he remembered this location. It was an old brand located in the new city area of ​​City C.

In the photo, there was an X on one person's head, indicating that he was dead. There were dotted lines on the heads of several others, indicating that they were under control. The remaining six or seven people would be Han Zu's next targets.

"This first job is quite easy."

The green light came on, Han Zu put the photo in his shirt pocket, started the car and drove to the first location.

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