Los Angeles City Hall meeting room.

In the center of the meeting room, there is a nearly ten-meter long brown oval conference table.

A man wearing a blue repair uniform is kneeling under the oval conference table. Beside him is a black toolbox, from which he occasionally pulls out items, as if installing something.

"Creak..." The sound of a door.

The meeting room door opens from the outside.

A middle-aged Caucasian woman in a black business dress walks into the meeting room. She wears black-framed glasses and holds a document in her arms. Seeing the repairman, she's somewhat surprised and asks, "Who are you? Why are you in the meeting room?"

The repairman pokes his head out from under the table and retorts, "Ma'am, what do you think I'm doing?

Let's discuss whatever you need later, I'm quite busy right now."

The Caucasian woman frowns slightly, imagining, "The conference table is broken?" She glances at her watch, "In ten minutes, there's an important municipal meeting here, with the mayor and council members attending. Can you fix it in time?"

The repairman glances at her, "If no one hinders me, I suppose it shouldn't be a problem."

The Caucasian woman smirks, "Nice chatting with you."

With a "bang," she shuts the meeting room door.

The repairman lets out a sigh of relief and speeds up his work.

After finishing, he taps the table and says with a grin, "Hope you enjoy today's little surprise, big shots."

Subsequently, he carries his toolbox out of the meeting room.

He doesn't leave right away but waits outside the meeting room for a while.

Only after seeing a group of suited individuals enter the meeting room does he turn to leave.

He notices the Caucasian woman holding a file again and jests, "Free tonight? Let me buy you a drink."

"Thanks, I just quit drinking yesterday." The Caucasian woman chuckles, turns around, rolls her eyes, and quickly strides into the meeting room.

"Sorry," the repairman mutters softly and walks away.

Ahead is a spacious corridor, and two patrol officers turn into the corridor. The repairman's eyes shift slightly, and he bows his head, directly turning into the right passage.

A black patrol officer notices him but cannot see his face clearly due to the hat, "Hey, sir, please hold on."

The repairman doesn't stop; instead, he hastens his steps.

By the time the two patrol officers turn right into the passageway, the repairman has disappeared.

The end of the passage is a stairway. The black patrol officer tells his partner, "That guy seems suspicious. You go down the stairs; I'll head up. Be careful."

"You too, buddy."

They split up, and as the black patrol officer climbs the stairs, he takes out his walkie-talkie and reports, "There's a suspicious Caucasian male on the third floor of City Hall, dressed in a blue repair uniform and carrying a black box."

After reporting, the black patrol officer reaches the fourth floor, ready to investigate with his weapon drawn.

Suddenly, a figure flashes around the corner, striking the black patrol officer's wrist with a stick, causing a "bang" as the gun falls.

Before the gun hits the ground, the figure swings the stick at the black patrol officer's head, landing a "bang" that knocks him out.

The black patrol officer's body leans back, collapsing on the floor, faintly hearing a man's voice, "Too slow, too weak."

When he comes to, a familiar gun is held to his head by none other than the repairman.

"Don't resist, don't scream. Do as I say and you'll survive. Nod if you understand."

The black patrol officer quickly nods.

"Good. Tell your colleagues on the walkie-talkie you've found me, and everything's normal; I'm just an ordinary repairman.

If I'm not satisfied with your response, you know the consequences," the repairman stabs the black patrol officer's head with the gun.

Humiliated, the black patrol officer glares at the repairman fiercely, but feels powerless to resist as his hands are cuffed, leaving no chance for a desperate attempt.

The repairman opens the police radio and places it in front of the black patrol officer.

The black patrol officer hesitates for a moment, then sees the repairman's finger on the gun's trigger, reluctantly says, "This is a37, I've found the repairman, and everything's normal. He has no dangerous items and isn't the person we're looking for. Over."

"Bang." As the words fall, the black patrol officer is fiercely struck on the head with the gun butt.

This time, he completely passes out.

...

Outside City Hall.

Luke and Jackson walk into the City Hall lobby one after the other.

Los Angeles City Hall is somewhat different from what Luke had imagined. There are no police, no security, not even registration.

The lawn outside City Hall is occupied by tents and homeless people.

In the first-floor lobby, there are a few tourists taking photos.

Luke begins to doubt his previous judgment; this place doesn't seem challenging enough, would terrorists even consider it?

Fortunately, the police didn't deploy all their forces here.

Because there are other buildings around City Hall, such as jails, federal buildings, and courthouses, considering terrorists might strike there too, police and FBI have sent reinforcements.

Two-person teams are implementing tight security around the surroundings.

Luke scans the first-floor lobby, noticing a patrol officer talking to tourists. After a few words, the officer lets the tourist go and turns into the City Hall's side door exit.

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