Chapter 40 Your Walmart Shopping Bag

"If there is chaos in a certain place, what is the primary task in solving the problem?"

Wang Wei frowned and asked,

"Where are you now?"

"Australia."

"You went abroad? The bombing case has been closed. You don't have to worry about being implicated!"

"I'm not worried. So can you tell me your answer?"

"It's to blockade. For all chaotic behaviors, the primary task is to blockade the place where the chaos occurred to prevent the chaos from spreading further!"

"Not to suppress?"

Wang Wei shook his head and said,

"If there are those who are too active, of course, it's just a matter of firing a shot. The prerequisite for suppressing chaos is to contain its scope from expanding further. This is the answer we've summed up from decades of experience."

"Thank you! I understand!"

Beep, beep, beep...

"What a lunatic!"

Looking at the hung-up phone, Wang Wei cursed under his breath and continued to bend over his desk writing the conclusion of the case.

"It seems that you've already got the answer you wanted."

"Yes!"

Hanging up the phone, Song Han let out a long sigh, drank the coffee on the table in one gulp, and took out a check and handed it over.

He looked at the other person with some pity. No wonder in the future when BTC developed vigorously, the other person would disappear from this world.

A young person with patriotism, when seeing the glimmer of hope that BTC might succeed in the future, would surely get in touch with the country he belongs to.

Under the will of the country, it's not that difficult to erase a person's traces in the world.

Just like in his last rebirth, under the protection of the country, he had changed so many historical trajectories. In the end, the other side could only force him out by means of a world war.

While letting out a long sigh, Song Han also felt a bit lost.

"I originally thought something magical would happen. But in the end, it was just a simple and straightforward statement. The answer of the universe is really concise. A phrase like 'deja vu' explains all the paradoxes."

Walking out of the coffee shop, Song Han looked at the bright sunlight in the sky and, for a moment, felt like a new person.

It was as if the huge stone in his heart had been completely removed, leaving him feeling relaxed.

What was that saying?

As long as you let go of your attachments.

"Song Han lowered his head and looked at his heart that was beating continuously in his chest."

Let go of the pressure.

"Those were a pair of legs that were still standing firmly on the ground."

"Why is there a menstrual period! Sanitary napkins are so expensive!"

Let go of your ambitions.

"That was a military guard who died one after another in front of his car."

"Let's go!!!"

Let go of the world.

"The causal order of time and space is a red line that every intelligent race and every civilization must abide by and cannot cross.

For the time and space coordinates that have been affected by chaos, all macroscopic matter must be completely eliminated, fundamental particles must be annihilated, and the orderly beating of the cosmic strings must be restored."

That was the figure waving goodbye to him in the broken space station under the illumination of the rumbling nuclear explosion.

Let go of your attachments, have no attachments, let go of your concerns, and have no concerns.

And when you let go of the world, your world will be full of fun.

...

"Keep playing the music! Keep dancing!!!"

A thick stack of US dollars was waved in the air above the dance floor, making the scenery in this colorful nightclub even more charming.

"Bitch, this is mine!"

"Fuck you. Why don't you say that rich guy is yours too!"

As the words fell, the two looked at each other and immediately rushed towards the figure not far away that was submerged by a group of women with generous figures.

"Sir, if your bodyguard hasn't come, it is recommended that you stay overnight in the private box of our Spy Bar today."

A huge black figure in a black suit blocked the way of Song Han and his group.

Before Song Han could speak, the blonde beauties surrounding him rushed forward one by one.

"Shit, don't block our nightlife! This rich guy is ours! I've never stayed in the presidential suite of Horizon by SkyCity!"

Song Han, who was already dead drunk, could hardly stand up among the group of heavily made-up and glamorous people. He was only held up by the two tall and glamorous figures beside him so as not to fall to the ground.

Ignoring the dispute in front, Song Han was supported by the tall figure beside him and nestled in the other person's arms. Immediately, a fragrant smell assailed his nostrils.

What was so hard?

A trace of remaining rationality made Song Han subconsciously ask,

"What's your gender?"

"Darling, if you like, I can be your exclusive Walmart shopping bag today!"

The voice as sweet as orchid breath and the overpowering perfume made Song Han's active brain stop working again. Before he could react, someone beside him directly pulled him over.

The security guard blocked by the numerous glamorous figures looked at Song Han, who was enjoying himself in the crowd, with a strong look of jealousy in his eyes.

He turned his head to look at the remaining people of ambiguous gender and the many dissatisfied and jealous male gazes in the venue. Finally, he cast his eyes on his team leader.

"Let him go. I hope he can still see the sun tomorrow."

The group stepped out of the nightclub gate under the dangerous gazes of a group of men.

"The boss is out! Should we take action?"

"But this is still within the sphere of influence of Spy Bar. It would be safer to walk out of this street."

"Shit, I can't wait! The 'fish' today is making too much noise. People on the next street almost fought over getting a good position. If we wait until we walk out, the big fish will have been snatched away by others!"

"Black Bear, you go and stop the cops. Penguin, keep an eye on Spy Bar. The rest of you, follow me!"

Surrounded by a group of women, Song Han and his group were blocked less than a hundred meters away from the nightclub.

"Bang!!!"

The sound of a gunshot triggered a series of high-pitched and terrified screams, one after another.

It seemed to be able to penetrate the soul, making people's hearts tremble involuntarily.

A group of burly gangsters with guns blocking the way looked at the figures of the women running around and subconsciously adjusted their trousers.

"Boss, I want to..."

"Shut up! I want to too! Let's get the job done first!"

"Fuck, this Asian guy really knows how to have fun!"

The loud gunshot was particularly prominent in the center of Auckland at night.

In the blink of an eye, the flock of "nightingales" disappeared, leaving only a Walmart shopping bag still supporting Song Han by his side.

"Charming girl, I think you need to leave first!"

"He's mine!"

The white man beside them leered and said,

"So you want to join in, right?"

"Come on!"

The Walmart shopping bag puffed out its chest vigorously.

"Take it out and see whose is bigger!"

"Shit, another LGBT!"

As the white man's words fell, his brothers beside him immediately turned their heads and cast curious glances.

The person who came was enraged and fired a shot at the ground in front of the Walmart shopping bag.

"Whose gun is bigger, yours or mine!"

In response to him was a scream and the drunk Song Han who was thrown in front of him.

"Let's go!!"

"It's too late!"

A group of figures in black suits surrounded them. The Penguin, who was being held down, waved awkwardly at their boss.

The leader of the people who came looked at Song Han, who was sleeping soundly on the ground, with some annoyance.

"Why didn't you take action after walking out of this street!"

"I couldn't beat them!"

"Shit, then do you know why they'd rather fight over it than take action on Spy Bar Street!!!!

He made such a big commotion in the club today. If he disappears on Spy Bar Street tomorrow, do you think Spy Bar can still stay in business!"

The white man glanced at his brothers facing each other with short guns and long guns unwillingly, and then waved his hand reluctantly and led his people to retreat towards the van beside them.

"Wait a minute, take off his clothes!"

"You mean?"

"Hmm?"

The man shrugged helplessly.

"As you wish!"

...

"Achoo!!"

A sneeze made the sleeping Song Han get up in a daze.

A strange private room, and himself naked.

Song Han shook his dull head. Suddenly thinking of something, he rushed to the bathroom in a panic and conducted a thorough inspection.

After checking for a long time and finding no signs of anyone's use, Song Han gradually calmed down.

"Is anyone there!"

Sticking his head out from the crack of the private room door and looking at the somewhat familiar environment outside, Song Han regained some of his memories.

"Look what we've found, an Asian well-behaved baby!"

A teasing voice sounded, and the owner of the voice, accompanied by a bodyguard, abruptly barged in.

Song Han covered his vital parts with a towel and asked somewhat embarrassedly,

"Could you please find me a set of clothes?"

The person who came clapped his hands, and someone brought in a set of black suits.

Looking at Song Han who had changed into the clothes, the person who came introduced,

"I'm the owner of Spy Bar. I heard that you had a great time on my turf yesterday, although the result wasn't so good."

He looked at Song Han, who was still in a daze, and waved his hand in boredom, saying,

"You lost some property on my turf, and I protected your safety on my turf. I think we should be even.

Remember to bring your parents with you when you come out to have fun next time.

Kevin, take someone and send the well-behaved baby to his embassy."

He came secretly and left naked.

The unrestrained year 2008 gave Song Han a memory that he didn't want to recall.