Dark eye mask

Thirty years old—that was the age people often referred to as the time to stand tall and firm.
At this age, some were splendid and dazzling, intoxicated in a world of wealth, while others were desolate and dim, confined to rope beds and clay stoves.
Lin Mo belonged to the latter. At thirty, he was still a porter, toiling away to earn a living.
His daughter was bullied by a male classmate at school—simply because his family was well-off, the school chose to turn a blind eye. His wife, already pregnant, was secretly working at a supermarket to supplement the household income without his knowledge.
As he lay awake looking at his wife by his side and his daughter sleeping soundly in the little bed, Lin Mo felt so aggrieved he shed tears. Despite working hard every day until his back could no longer straighten, he still couldn't change the dire state of their lives.
However, it was at this time that the Daily Intelligence System suddenly awoke.
[Daily Intelligence has been updated]
[1. Neighbor Wang Youcai secretly used his retirement funds to tip 10,000 yuan to a beauty in a live stream under the nickname Black Chicken.]
[2. The police will perform a surprise inspection at the Red Romance Foot Bath at 12 o'clock tonight.]
[3. Victory Bird will launch a ground assault against Hass in three days.]
[4. The pet dog from 1402, Unit 1, Building 5 of Earth Garden Community is missing, and its owner Li Xiaoru is offering a 10,000 yuan reward for its return.]
[5. The pet dog belonging to Li Xiaoru that went missing is trapped in a sewage drain on Development Road.]
[6…]
Initially, Lin Mo just wanted to use this system to make a bit of extra cash to alleviate his stifling life.

Awakening the Daily Intelligence System

Lin Mo saw the terrorists at the concert dressed in yellow camouflage, wearing fully armed tactical vests and carrying AKM automatic rifles with side-by-side magazines, each one tall and solid like a small mountain.


Even though their faces were covered at that time, the chilling murderous intent could still be felt from their eyes.


But now, less than two hours had passed, and the terrorist before him was scarcely breathing, naked with wounds all over his body, continuously oozing blood mixed with white pus.


His genitals had vanished, replaced by a tennis ball-sized, irregularly shaped bloody hole with pieces of torn flesh still visible around the edges.


It was unimaginable how the interrogators accomplished this, hardly any blood had spilled, and yet the terrorist was still conscious.


Witnessing such a scene, Lin Mo couldn't help but take a sharp intake of breath.


281, Revisiting the Concert