It's getting dark.
Time passed quietly through the fingers like quicksand, and the sky gradually entered dusk.
In Dlamini's private estate in Cape Town, on a luxurious dining table made of pink ivory wood, Dlamini was holding a bowl of hot soup and sipping it in small sips.
At this time, his face was pale, his expression was weak, and even the hand holding the soup was trembling slightly.
Although Dlamini is already fifty-eight years old, his body has always been very strong, like a puma in his prime, without any look that a person who is about to enter his old age should have.
But until the day before, when he left the manor with a group of his men and disappeared for a day and night, he looked like this when he came back.
Everyone only knew that he had been plotted against, but no one knew what he had experienced and what he had encountered...
But at least he came back safely and intact, which is worthy of celebration in a crime-infested country like the Rainbow Country.
At this moment, a subordinate came in from outside the door, holding a red gold-inlaid invitation, "Boss, the Cape Town Chamber of Commerce has issued an invitation to invite you to participate in the international trade show next week..."
"go out!"
Dlamini didn't even raise his head and just said calmly.
"Uh..." The subordinate was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't hear clearly.
"I said, get out!" Dlamini emphasized, slamming the bowl in his hand on the table.
"Yes!" The other party hurriedly exited, and the room returned to silence again.
Dlamini exhaled and touched the wound on the back of his neck again, with a trace of unwillingness in his eyes.
"Damn, how on earth can this damn thing be... uh..."
However, just when the unwillingness was revealed in his eyes, a feeling of suffocation suddenly came over him, as if a pair of invisible hands were grabbing his neck!
Dlamini quickly touched his throat, but what followed was an electric numbness all over his body...
Suddenly, Dlamini fell off the dining chair as if he had a stroke, curled up on the floor and twitched!
"boss!"
"Mr Dlamini!"
Hearing the noise, the bodyguard at the door rushed in quickly, "Oh no, this is epilepsy, go call the doctor!"
"Need not… "
However, before another bodyguard could rush out, Dlamini grabbed him and said, "No need to call the doctor, I'm fine..."
"Boss, your body..."
"It's okay, you all can get out."
As he said that, he climbed up feebly, with a look of deep fear in his eyes, "Don't call the doctor, don't..."
The bodyguards then left in doubt.
Until then, Dlamini sat heavily on the sofa nearby, staring at the ceiling blankly, making no move for a long time.
"Ding, task release prompt!"
But at this moment, a cold and mechanical female voice suddenly broke into Dlamini's ears.
Dlamini trembled, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, but he was not surprised by the sound that appeared out of thin air.
"No. delta20220001, you have received the instruction from sigma05, please check it carefully!"
The voice seemed to be close to his ears, but he couldn't tell where it came from. Only Dlamini understood that the voice came from his own mind...
"Sigma05 issued an order: No. delta20220001. Please carry out the plan you discussed before!"
"repeat!"
"Sigma05 issued an order: No. delta... Please expand..."
"Repeat again!"
""sigma05 issued the order..."
The voice chattered on, precise and mechanical, without a trace of emotion, and seemed to be a computer-synthesized voice.
"clear… "
Dlamini wriggled her lips and replied with difficulty.
He understood that if he ignored it, that voice would always ring in his mind. Not only that, the other party would even punish him physically as before...
Dlamini no longer dared to have any thoughts of resistance. He just stood up silently, packed his messy clothes, and then dialed a number.
"Layton?"
"Yes, your family is on a plane to Washington, North America, and you can get started."
After giving the order, Dlamini turned off his phone again, sat back on the sofa in a daze, and fell into a daze...
A few minutes later, among the power towers that stretched for dozens of kilometers in the suburbs of Cape Town and were connected to the high-voltage power grid, the ground of dozens of towers exploded without warning, triggering a series of collapses of towers and high-voltage wires breaking!
At the same time, a fierce fire suddenly erupted in a step-down substation on the edge of Cape Town. Thick smoke instantly rose into the sky. The fire even dyed the sky red, forming a second burning cloud.
In this series of explosions, Cape Town's power network was completely destroyed. The city, which was originally illuminated by lights, and the second largest city in the Rainbow Country, was completely plunged into darkness like eternal night.
…
And all this is the previous agreement between Chen Chen and Dlamini.
In the agreement, no matter what method Dlamini adopts, Chen Chen must be given five days to occupy the Eiffel Power Plant. During these five days, the Eiffel Power Plant will not send any electricity to Cape Town. electricity.
Originally, this was almost impossible, even for Dlamini, who had great hands and eyes.
Because he simply could not withstand the pressure from the city hall or even the entire city, he came up with such a compromise.
Taking advantage of the power he had cultivated in Cape Town for many years, he directly imitated the methods of the government's resistance forces, planting explosives in the soil and blowing up the power towers that transported high-voltage electricity, cutting off the power channels from the power plants to the city.
At the same time, he felt that it was not safe enough, so he destroyed the city's step-down substation.
After all, if only the power tower is destroyed, the city hall will respond more quickly and power can be restored within 24 hours. But if the substation is also destroyed, it will be difficult to say...
Regardless of the City Hall's subsequent rigorous investigation and rectification, the entire Cape Town will enter the most primitive state of power outage within at least three to five days.
I wonder how much economic damage this terrorist attack-like explosion will cause to the entire Cape Town
This kind of loss not only harmed the interests of the city hall, but also Dlamini himself suffered heavy losses and even faced the risk of being traced.
But he had no choice.
Of course, all this has nothing to do with Chen Chen.
While the whole city was in chaos, the Eiffel Power Plant was still working normally, but at this time no one noticed whether a power station was still operating.
No one cares about where the electricity goes.