Naming Technique of the Night

It was flying slowly due to a black package dangling beneath it.

However, the person controlling the drone was extremely skilled, making it agile and swift like a homing pigeon, weaving through the dense buildings and the dark curtain of the night.

When it reached a building, it suddenly began to accelerate forcibly.

With a sharp crack,

the drone precisely found a room with only a screen window drawn, using its sharp propellers to pierce through the screen and crashed entirely into the room.

The drone fell to the floor, black greasy substance pouring out from the black bag it carried, gradually spreading over the damaged drone.

Another hiss occurred as the modified drone emitted white smoke and sparks, releasing intense heat.

The instant the black grease came into contact with the drone, it ignited with a blinding flash of fire.

The flames began to spread.

Sitting at home, Liu Youcai had just pulled out a bottle of Moutai he had been saving for many years, "Can't go out for drinks, no worries, today is worth celebrating. Let's drink this bottle of Moutai!"

However, just as Liu Youcai finished speaking, he noticed his wife's expression becoming solemn.

He thought for a moment and said, "Oh, this was a gift, I didn't secretly spend our savings on it."

"No," Wang Shufen looked up, "Do you smell something burning?"

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"Tonight, the meteorology bureau issued a red alert for a torrential downpour, experts say this autumn rain is rare in a decade, and the rainfall in the next three hours may reach 50mm. Please, dear listeners, take precautions against and seek shelter from the rain..."

The voice from the taxi's radio went on as Xiao Ying switched channels; after a buzz of static, the sound of an audiobook emerged, "Da Jinya asked, Hu Ye, what do you mean by the last sentence you just said, is it bad to build this Fishbone Temple in the valley..."

A slight crack in the car window allowed the damp air from outside to waft in.

Xiao Ying, engrossed in the audiobook, glanced around periodically while sitting in the car.

At that moment, a voice came through his earpiece, "Xiao Ying, any situations outside?"

"None, the ladies dancing in the square haven't packed up yet," Xiao Ying responded, "But I tell you, these ladies are really trendy nowadays, they listen to songs I've never heard before."

However, it was then that Lu Yuan's voice came through the communications channel, saying coldly, "Stay sharp, in two more hours, our special operations team members on a mission will arrive in Los Angeles City. Soon someone will take over for you, hold your position for the last shift tonight."

"Received."

"Received."

"Received."

"Recei... Road Team, I see fire and a lot of smoke coming from a window upstairs at Liu Dezhu's place," Gourd said.

Lu Yuan calmly stated, "I see it too; this is not a normal fire incident, it's burning too fast, too fiercely."

Xiao Ying said, "I just heard from the weather report, there's a storm coming tonight."

"Someone wants to flush out Liu Dezhu, knowing that Kunlun has secured a strategic position here. They plan to shift the battleground or drive all the building's residents out to create chaos," Lu Yuan continued analyzing, "The storm will arrive soon, and it won't let the fire spread too wildly, but the thick smoke inside is unbearable; the apartment building will soon be chaotic."

The assassin hired by the Wang family didn't want to wait any longer.

The opponent was originally well-prepared, wanting to use the fire to create chaos in the late night.

But the sudden storm disrupted everyone's plans, forcing them to act before it commenced, or they'd lose their chance.

"Xiao Ying, no need to stay at the door anymore, it's too dangerous for you alone. Get out of the car and start moving towards us with Bingtang, it's time to prepare for battle," Lu Yuan commanded.

However, just then, Xiao Ying suddenly saw through the car window, a black figure standing not far away, staring intently at him.

The figure was clad in a black raincoat, with the face hidden under the brim of the raincoat's hood.

As if locked in a standoff, both sides quietly waited, yet neither knew what the other was waiting for.

Bingtang's voice came over the communication channel, "Xiao Ying, where are you? Hurry and join us."

But inside the car, Xiao Ying didn't say a word as sweat slowly dripped down his temples.

In the distance, the blaze grew bigger, and thick smoke billowed out of over a dozen windows.

Suddenly,

High above in the overcast clouds, the vapor collided with the cold air and quickly condensed, finally gathering into a single droplet, which began to plummet downward.

The droplet pierced through the clouds, navigating the long fall through the atmosphere.

Finally, with a splat,

it hit the hood of the taxi.

The earthy scent in the air spread rapidly, the single raindrop seemed to have pierced through the heavens, and a curtain of rain poured down from above, darkening the sky even further.

In the distance, the women dancing in the square hurriedly packed up their speakers, each scattering and fleeing.

Xiao Ying saw the assassin in the black raincoat slowly approaching him, but then stopped.

Dozens of women shielding their heads rushed forward, seemingly eager to dash into the Xinglong Residential Area in the rain.

They passed between the assassin and the taxi, momentarily drawing a brief curtain between the two.

With a click, Xiao Ying swiftly exited the vehicle, ready to prevent the assassin from taking hostages among the civilians!

But just as he opened the door, he involuntarily froze.

After the group of women ran past, the assassin still stood in place in the rain curtain.

With no more obstructions between their gazes, the assassin just stood there blankly, a poker card embedded in his skull, blood flowing from the torn gap in the skull.