The sky gradually darkened.
Time flowed like quicksand between the fingers, and the sky gradually turned dusk.
In Dlamini's private manor in Cape Town, on a luxurious dining table made of pink ivory wood, Dlamini held a bowl of hot soup and sipped from it.
His face was pale and his expression was frail. Even the hand holding the soup was trembling slightly.
Although Dlamini was already fifty-eight years old, his body had always been very robust, like a puma in its prime. There was not the slightest trace of the demeanor of a man who was about to enter his later years.
However, until the day before yesterday, when he left the manor with a group of subordinates and disappeared for a day and a night, he was in this state when he returned.
Everyone only knew that he had been plotted against, but no one knew what he had experienced or what had happened to him...
Still, at least he had returned safely and in one piece. In a country like the Rainbow Nation where crime thrived, this was already worth celebrating.
At this moment, a subordinate came in from outside the door. He was holding a red invitation inlaid with gold. "Boss, the Cape Town Chamber of Commerce has extended an invitation to you to participate in next week's International Trade Exhibition..."
"Get out!"
Dlamini did not even raise his head. He merely said calmly.
"Uh..." The subordinate was taken aback. He did not seem to have heard him clearly.
"I said, get out!" Dlamini emphasized his tone and slammed the bowl in his hand on the table.
"Yes!" The subordinate hurriedly retreated and the room returned to silence once more.
Dlamini exhaled. He touched the wound on the back of his neck once more, a hint of indignation in his eyes.
"D * mn it, how do I get this damned thing... Uh..."
However, just as the indignation in his eyes showed, a sense of suffocation suddenly struck him, as if a pair of invisible hands were strangling his neck!
Dlamini quickly touched his throat, but what followed was a numbness as if an electric current had passed through his entire body...
At once, as if he had suffered a stroke, Dlamini slid off the dining chair and curled up on the floor, convulsing!
"Boss!"
"Mr. Dlamini!"
Hearing the commotion, the bodyguard at the door quickly rushed in. "Oh no, this is epilepsy. Call the doctor!"
"No need..."
However, before another bodyguard could rush out, Dlamini grabbed him. "There's no need to call the doctor, I'm fine..."
"Boss, your body..."
"It's fine. You can all go out."
As he spoke, he got up weakly, and a wisp of deep fear appeared in his eyes. "Don't call the doctor, please don't …"
Only then did the bodyguards leave suspiciously.
Only then did Dlamini sit heavily on the sofa beside him. He stared blankly at the ceiling and did not move for a long time.
"Ding! Mission announcement!"
However, at this moment, a cold, robotic female voice suddenly barged into Dlamini's ears.
Dlamini shuddered and a trace of fear flashed across his eyes. However, he was not surprised by this voice that had appeared out of nowhere.
"Serial number delta.
20220001, you have received a command from sigma05, please take note! "
The voice seemed to be right next to his ear, but he could not tell where exactly it was coming from. Only Dlamini knew that the voice was coming from his mind...
"Sigma05 issued an order: Delta.
20220001 Please proceed with the plan you discussed earlier! "
"Repeat!"
"Sigma05 issued an order: Delta … Please expand …"
"Repeat!"
"Sigma05 issued an order..."
The voice chattered on, precise and robotic, without a trace of emotion. It seemed to be a computer-synthesized voice.
"Understood …"
Dlamini's lips moved as he replied with difficulty.
He understood that if he ignored it, the voice would keep ringing in his mind. Not only that, the other party would even inflict physical punishment on him like before...
Dlamini no longer dared to have any thoughts of resisting. He just stood up silently, tidied up his messy clothes, and dialed a number.
"Leyton?"
"Yes, your family has boarded a plane to Washington, North America. You can begin now."
After issuing the order, Dlamini turned off his phone again and sat back on the sofa in a daze, falling into a daze...
A few minutes later, among the power towers that stretched for dozens of kilometers on the outskirts of Cape Town that were connected to the high-voltage power grid, the ground of dozens of towers exploded without warning, causing a series of collapses of the towers. The high-voltage power lines also snapped in response!
At the same time, in a step-down substation on the edge of downtown Cape Town, a fierce fire suddenly erupted. Billowing smoke instantly rose into the sky and the flames even dyed the sky red, forming a second scene of burning clouds.
In this series of explosions, the power network of Cape Town was completely destroyed. The originally brightly lit urban area, the second largest city in the Rainbow Nation, was completely plunged into eternal darkness.
...
All of this was due to the previous agreement between Chen Chen and Dlamini.
In the agreement, no matter what method Dlamini used, he must create five days for Chen Chen to occupy the Eiffel Power Plant. During these five days, the Eiffel Power Plant would not send any electricity to Cape Town.
Initially, this was almost impossible, not even for Dlamini, who had access to all sorts of resources.
This was because he could not withstand the pressure from the city hall or even the entire city, so he came up with such a compromise.
Using the forces he had cultivated in Cape Town for many years, he directly imitated the methods of the government's rebel forces, burying explosives in the soil, blowing up the power towers that transported high-voltage electricity, and cutting off the power transmission channel from the power plant to the city.
At the same time, he still felt that it was not safe enough, so he conveniently destroyed the city's step-down substation.
After all, if it was only the power towers that were destroyed, the city hall could respond quickly and restore power within 24 hours. However, if even the substation was destroyed, then it was hard to say...
Putting aside the subsequent strict investigation and rectification by the city hall, within at least three to five days, the entire Cape Town would enter the most primitive state of blackout.
Who knew how much economic damage this terrorist attack would cause to the entire Cape Town?
This kind of damage not only harmed the interests of the city hall, but even Dlamini himself would suffer heavy losses and even face the risk of being tracked down.
However, he had no other choice.
Of course, all of this had nothing to do with Chen Chen.
While the entire city was in chaos, the Eiffel Power Plant was still operating normally, but at this time, no one noticed whether the power plant was still operating.
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