Under the night sky.
Chen Mang sat alone in a café, holding Xiaolv in his arms, patiently watching the time on his wristwatch. There were still 7 minutes left before the hour.
In 7 minutes.
It would be the time for the city's AI to send verification gibberish upwards, and the following hour would be their window of action.
Typically, whenever he went out, he was followed by a group of people, which ensured safety.
Today was an exception.
All the personnel had been dispatched.
He sat here alone, prepared to execute a plan outside of the usual ones, a plan only he could carry out.
Zhang Yi and Zhang Er had also been dispatched, there was no one left to carry the fridge.
The actual distance from the train was tens of thousands of light-years away, which rendered the Hell Hat's effect invalid, and he couldn't enjoy the equivalent of train armor's defense.
At this moment, his safety was at its lowest.
