Manchu International Airport.
Yue Heng walked out of the long corridor, following the passengers carrying large and small luggage.
At this moment, even if Yue Heng's parents were standing in front of him, they would not recognize him.
They would not be able to recognize their own son.
Except for the same height and body shape, Yue Heng's appearance was no longer that of a teenager.
He was at least a dozen years older and dressed like a business traveler.
His hair was grayish black with a few white hairs. His skin was much darker, and the glasses on his face could not cover the big dark circles under his eyes.
He looked tired and haggard.
At first glance, he was the kind of elite who enjoyed 996 karma all year round!
Carrying his suitcase, Yue Heng took a taxi to the hotel in Manchu.
When the car drove on the expressway, he stared through the glass window at the city skyline that appeared in front of him.
Manchu, the capital and largest city of Siam, also known as the "City of Angels", was the center of politics, economy, trade, transportation, culture, technology, education, religion, and other aspects!
This international metropolis with more than 10 million people accounted for more than 40% of the total economy of Siam. The tourism industry was very developed, and it was voted as the world's most popular tourist city.
In Yue Heng's first life, he had a wish that was neither too big nor too small.
That was to come to Manchu once and experience the unique charm of the legendary beautiful transvestite.
He also wanted to buy an authentic latex pillow.
However, he did not realize this wish and many other wishes until he died.
The exotic scenery in front of him made Yue Heng's heart surge for a while.
When he arrived at the hotel, he first settled down in the business suite.
After taking a shower, he changed into dry and cool clothes. Yue Heng rearranged his "makeup" and then went out to look for food. He also bought a prepaid local mobile phone.
This kind of mobile phone did not require real name registration, and it came with Internet access. It was very popular among tourists.
The prosperity of Manchu's financial and business district was not inferior to the first-tier cities in China, especially the area around Yue Heng's hotel. It could be said to be a luxurious place.
Unfortunately, Yue Heng was not here for a vacation.
Therefore, he did not delve too deeply into the prosperity of this foreign metropolis.
He returned to the hotel early.
It was already late at night when Yue Heng finished his daily practice of [Sacred Martial Nuclear Fist] and [First Saint Star Family Meditation] in his room. However, not only was Yue Heng not sleepy at all, he was actually brimming with energy.
His body and mind had both reached their peak condition.
Yue Heng then woke up the dormant sub-brain.
The biological sub-brain was usually in a dormant state to minimize the consumption of Yue Heng's life force and mental energy.
It would only be awakened when Yue Heng needed its power.
"Dawn!"
A series of commands were issued, and the biological sub-brain that had already merged with Yue Heng's brain stem began to operate at full power.
It quickly connected to the local data network, silently infiltrated the operator's main server, and then used it as a springboard to extend its tentacles to the whole world.
Ten, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand, a hundred thousand...
In less than half an hour, hundreds of thousands of computers around the world connected to the network became "meat chickens" controlled by the biological sub-brain.
When the number of "meat chickens" expanded to five hundred thousand, Yue Heng decisively stopped.
Although in theory, the biological sub-brain had the ability to control all the network terminals in the world, in reality, the current Yue Heng could not support such a huge consumption.
Five hundred thousand was the limit.
It was enough.
Yue Heng ordered the biological sub-brain to go into hibernation.
To cool down his brain.
Every time he fully operated the biological sub-brain, it consumed a lot of his mental energy and even affected his bodily functions.
Therefore, he had to control the time.
Yue Heng threw his body into the comfortable bed in the hotel. He closed his eyes and immediately entered the deepest state of sleep.
It was a dreamless night.
The next morning, he ate a buffet breakfast in the hotel and took a taxi to Kati District.
Yue Heng, who sat in the back seat of the taxi, looked very different from yesterday.
Song Zhong's disguise was not easy to come by. Yue Heng did not plan to waste it after only one use.
Although his self-taught "disguise" was not a transcendent skill, it was more than enough to use in this situation.
Kati District was the largest civilian area in Manchu, or the slum.
This area with more than two hundred thousand people was the other side of Manchu.
Poverty, backwardness, filth, chaos...
Narrow streets, countless illegal buildings, densely packed telephone poles, and all kinds of lower-class Siamese citizens. This was the scenery that belonged to this place.
After the taxi driver entered Kati District for a while, he was unwilling to go any further.
He sent Yue Heng to the address he provided.
He told Yue Heng in English with an accent that in front was the territory of the Tiger Gang. It was very likely that he would not be able to get out.
He also advised Yue Heng not to take the risk.
Yue Heng did not give the driver a hard time and paid the fare.
He got out of the car with the briefcase.
The local children on the side of the road were playing with snot. They looked at the outsider with curious eyes.
The taxi drove away. There was no shared bicycle in this place. Yue Heng could only take out his mobile phone and turn on the satellite navigation. He walked to the destination.
Fortunately, the distance was not very far.
On the way, he experienced all kinds of strange gazes and a few sneaky tails behind him.
Except for a few curious people, no normal tourists would come to this area.
In the eyes of some people, Yue Heng had become a fat sheep that mistakenly entered the wolf's den.
But when Yue Heng walked into a billiard hall, all the covetous gazes on him disappeared.
On the door of the billiard hall, there was a lifelike picture of a fierce tiger.
"Hello, I'm looking for Mr. Zonlavimon."
Yue Heng said to the tattooed men in the shop, "My surname is Lin. I have an appointment with Mr. Zonlavimon."
A bare-armed tattooed man looked at Yue Heng with a scrutinizing gaze and said in a muffled voice, "Wait a moment."
He took out an Iraqi-colored walkie-talkie from behind his butt and exchanged a few words in local language.
Then he said to Yue Heng, "Follow me."
Under the guidance of the bare-shouldered tattooed man, Yue Heng exited from the back door of the billiard hall. After walking a few hundred meters through the complicated alleys, they finally came to a building that looked like a small bungalow.
The house was heavily guarded. Gang members with guns could be seen everywhere, and there were sentries on the roof.
Yue Heng was searched by the guard.
After confirming that he did not carry any weapons, Yue Heng was able to enter the house.
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