East China Sea City, The Bund, Huangpu River.
This place was one of the most famous attractions in East China Sea City.
And it had always been opened to the outside world.
Whether it was rich or ordinary wage earners, everyone could visit here.
But The Bund had always been in a mixed state.
Chinese people.
Arican people.
Japanese people.
Black person.
And many people from so unknown countries could be seen here.
Now, near The Bund, on an overpass, the flow of people was constant.
Among them, a middle-aged man, holding a cara in one hand and a few photos in the other, was selling to passersby, "May I take a picture? 10 yuan per piece and print it on the spot!"
"No, thank you!"
"Step aside!"
"Don't get in the way."
The middle-aged man tried extrely hard at selling photos.
However, even after ten minutes of yelling and running here and there, no one stopped, on the contrary, a lot of curses were received during the period instead.
But despite this, the middle-aged man's face was still working hard to maintain a faint smile.
"Hello, sir, do you want to take a picture?"
After a long ti, a white man wearing a white shirt, a golden tie, a mobile phone in one hand and a suit in the other passed by the middle-aged man. Upon seeing this, the man summoned his courage and asked in Chinese.
"Oh?" When the white man heard it, he really stopped and turned his head slowly.
When the white man's gaze swept over, the middle-aged man only felt his body cold as if he was being stared at by a fierce cobra, and a chill erged from the sole of his foot.
But this feeling only passed in a flash.
"Sir, do you understand Chinese? You ca to travel from abroad, right? I'm a photographer here, I can help you take pictures of the East China Sea. You can take five pictures for only ten dollars. Are you interested in leaving so traces in this beautiful city?" The middle-aged man showed off his communication skills hard.
"Of course it's okay, but I'm not the only one who will take pictures. I also have many companions."
The corner of the white man's mouth curled, revealing an elegant smile.
The middle-aged man's eyes imdiately stared, and cold sweat ran out on his forehead.
In his sight, several foreigners looked like ghosts, and at so unknown ti, they had surrounded him.
"Everyone, this is China, and there are people everywhere. You'd better not ss around, and I don't have any money in my hands, let alone anything to give you." Feeling the pressure, the middle-aged man said hurriedly with a frightened expression.
In his front, a total of five people stood.
Three n and two won as all of them had a white complexion.
The three n wore the sa clothes.
The two won, on the other hand, wore long black dresses with silk-net gloves on their hands. Their skin was white, but their pupils were very cold and their aura was quite strong.
"Oh! Dear friend from China, don't be afraid, we don't have any malice."
The white man at the beginning said with his mouth curled up, and when he saw the middle-aged man's face pale in fright.
"These are my friends. We traveled from the United States. Since we et here, it is also a kind of fate. Didn't you say that you can take pictures? Let's take the five of us and this most brilliant East China Sea City together!" The white man continued.
Originally, middle-aged n felt a great fear, but after hearing this, his body was startled, and his eyes lit up suddenly.
"It seems that I have been thinking too much. This is East China Sea City, and on this flyover, there are no count of the people coming and going. They are foreigners, so they certainly don't dare to ss around." The middle-aged man thought, at the sa ti, he cald down quickly, "Of course, it is my honor to be able to serve you, dear custors!"
"Great!"
"Everyone, let's start!"
"Yay!"
Imdiately, the five Aricans all showed soft smiles.
Then, with his back to East China Sea, he perford various actions.
Click, click, click...
The middle-aged photographer, holding the cara, kept pressing the shutter continuously.
And these five foreigners also attracted the attention of many Chinese people passing by.
Ten minutes later.
The photo was finished.
"Dear foreign friends, wait here... I will take the photos to print imdiately, and I will be back here in ten minutes at most. Then I can give you the photos." The middle-aged man put away the cara and said quickly.
"Ok!"
"No problem."
Five Aricans smiled and answered one after another.
But the mont the middle-aged man turned and left, ready to print out the photos, the smiles on the faces of the five white people instantly solidified, and replaced by gloomy faces instead.
"How is the preparation?" Among them, a white man said very quietly.
"According to the route prediction passed above, the target is most likely to co towards The Bund... and the target's dress is very obvious. One person is wearing an old-fashioned Chinese tunic suit from China. He looks very old and is over a hundred years old! The other one wears a white gown, he is a young man with long hair!" A white female pushed her ear with her hand and said quickly.
Behind her auricle, there was a tiny black spot. It seed that so signals could be received inside.
"Very well, how are the cruise arrangents?" Another white man spoke.
"We have just used so relationships and thods to buy all the cruise tickets for today, and replaced the person at the ticket office with our people. When the two people arrive, the person at the ticket office will notify us imdiately. At that ti, we will be on the sa cruise ship with them."
"Good job!"
"Okay!"
"Then just continue to act. If you have anything, contact via encrypted radio."
"Roger!"
On the flyover, five Aricans spoke quickly.
First of all, their voices were very small.
Secondly, when they spoke, they used a special language, so the Chinese people passing by could not understand them at all. When the conversation ca to an end, these Aricans imdiately rged into the flow of people and disappeared.
...
Eight minutes later.
The middle-aged man, holding a stack of photos, returned quickly.
"Huh, where are those Arican guys?"
After standing on the overpass and seeing no trace of the Aricans from previously, the middle-aged man frowned and said suspiciously.
But while speaking, he took out a photo casually, trying to rember the appearance of the people above.
However, when he took out a picture and saw the situation in it, his pupils widened in the next second.
In that photo, under the suit of an Arican, there was a dark hole exuding a cold tallic luster.
That... was a pistol.
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