District 57 is a fairly ordinary district in Emerald Paradise, extremely ordinary. There are relatively sparse apartment buildings, and even some green spaces and parks, and all kinds of service facilities are available. They are of the highest quality but not so expensive. In short
, this is a typical middle-class urban area.
An older middle-aged man walked out of the apartment building. He was dressed simply and plainly, but clean and tidy. When he walked out of the door, he said hello to the old gatekeeper sitting at the door.
He walked towards the opposite street. There were several restaurants and bars on that street, each with its own characteristics. It was a favorite dining spot for nearby residents. As soon as he crossed the street, two people wearing long gray trench coats appeared at the door of the apartment building.
, one on the left and one on the right blocked the old man guarding the door.
"Are there any strange faces in this building recently?" the person on the left asked.
The old man looked at the gray trench coat on his body, showed a frightened expression, and said: "In the past three months, a total of four families have moved in, and two of them are relatives of the people living in the building. I have met them before. Apart from this, there is only one
A young woman and a middle-aged man. The young girl seems to be studying at a university in the city, and the middle-aged man doesn't know what he does. He doesn't go out much most of the time. He only goes out to buy things every day, and goes to restaurants and bars to eat."
Another man in a gray trench coat took down the old man's words in detail and said, "We will verify what you said. Once we find out that you lied, you know the consequences."
The old man quickly apologized and said: "I have been working for decades. I have always been loyal and loyal, and my eyes are the most alert. No stranger can escape my eyes."
The two men in gray nodded, turned and left.
In the dining bar, a middle-aged man ordered half a pizza and some snacks, and browsed today's news while eating. He only read miscellaneous news, without any particular preference. He looked like a man who was not interested in eating for a while.
People who are worried about food and clothing and don’t want to work.
At this time, a short-haired man walked into the restaurant bar. He was extremely strong, and his face seemed to be full of muscles. After entering the restaurant bar, he walked directly to the middle-aged man and sat down opposite him.
The middle-aged man looked up at the strong man and said, "I don't seem to recognize you."
The strong man said: "It doesn't matter if you don't know me, as long as I know you. I am Baroque, Kabbah. Baroque."
The middle-aged man's pupils shrank slightly and said, "I don't seem to have anyone named Baroque among my friends."
"I definitely don't have it among your friends, but it would be weird if my name wasn't in your list."
The middle-aged man put down the pizza in his hand and said, "Okay, Baroque..."
"Call me Your Excellency."
"Your Excellency Baroque, did you find the wrong person when you came to me?"
"I will never mistake Mr. Reeves, the Federation's famous super-S-class killer, even if he has a different face and skin." Baroque's eyes were full of ridicule.
The middle-aged man sighed and said: "It seems that what I did is not illegal, even if it is illegal, it doesn't matter."
"Under normal circumstances, no matter what you do, as long as you don't go too far, it really doesn't matter. But this time, you have crossed the line."
Reeves wiped his mouth calmly and said, "Where did you cross the line? Tell me?"
Baroque sneered, "Where I am is the line. If you appear in front of me, you have crossed the line."
Reeves did not argue about who came first, but simply asked: "What do you think we should do now?"
"No matter what mission you originally had, you can put it down now. Take your people and leave the Emerald Paradise. I don't want to see your people appear again before dawn tomorrow."
"It seemed a little unkind," Reeves said.
"That's already very polite."
"One of my men was captured here, and I still don't know her whereabouts."
Baroque interrupted: "Then let her fend for herself."
Reeves gave Baroque a deep look and said, "I hope you know what you're doing."
Baroque snorted and said: "I know exactly what I am doing. This is the community, and the Federation cannot threaten me. Besides, if I don't want to offend the Federation, then I also don't want to offend the dynasty. So don't try to use that trick to suppress me.
, leave immediately, this is your only choice."
Reeves put the knife and fork aside, leaned forward slightly, and said, "How can we make us stay?"
Baroque also leaned forward, looked into Reeves' eyes, and said word by word: "I want a copy of the things you got!"
"This is impossible."
"Then leave, immediately!"
The two faced off for a while, but Reeves withdrew his gaze first, stood up, and said, "Okay, I will leave before dawn tomorrow."
"Reeves!" Barlock stopped him, came over and said softly: "I heard that you were caught in a trap when you were rescuing your subordinates and were injured?"
Reeves remained calm and said: "The other party's arrangement is indeed very clever. I will study hard when I go back."
Baroque looked at him and said slowly: "You are old. I knew you were old when I beat you two years ago! Since you are old, it is better not to go out and wander around in the future."
Reeves didn't say anything. After leaving the dining room, he turned into the somewhat downtrodden middle-aged man again and slowly walked away.
Baroque also left the shop and boarded the speed car on the roadside. A man in the front row of the speed car turned around and asked: "Sir, I don't think that old guy will leave so honestly."
"He will. If he can be injured in the hands of an unknown little guy, he is already very old."
"Then let him leave like this? They used such a large team to steal things from us, and the things must be very important. Should we let him rob them?"
Baroque pondered for a moment and slowly shook his head, "I heard that that thing represents a certain technological direction in the future. In other words, even if we get it, we probably won't be able to use it. Those guys at the Institute for Advanced Study are also old."
"Then there must be some benefit, right?"
"It's good to send them away. Huh, many of those old guys above are from the Federation. They are so close to the Federation that they almost forget that they are from Roxette. Now the Federation keeps interfering with us.
affairs, if this continues, I’m afraid we will become the 310th star to join the federation.”
The people in the front row kept nodding, and then asked: "Sir, shall we go back now?"
"No, prepare for battle and go here first." Baroque sent an address.
"How many people need to be transferred?"
"It's just you and me, as usual, you monitor and cover from the outside, and I'll go in."
"What's there?"
"The old guy just planted two traps. Let's go and pull them out for him, lest he forget to take them away when he left in a hurry."