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The "respectable people" of the city never come to Sunflower Alley.
This place is a gathering spot for thieves, drug dealers, prostitutes, fugitives, the homeless, the down-and-out, the desperate, and those lost in drunken revelry...
Every historical period and every city on this planet has a place like Sunflower Alley; only the names differ.
After extinguishing his cigarette, Hai Hao stepped into Sunflower Alley.
The entrance was narrow, but if one patiently ventured a few meters into the darkness, they would encounter a sharp turn.
Turning the corner, a cacophony of voices would descend like a nightmare.
Dressed in casual clothes, Hai Hao made his way through the noisy crowd toward his destination—Magic Cube Point.
Magic Cube Point was a dimly lit small house.
To the left was the Cannabis Room. The use of marijuana existed in a gray area between legality and illegality, and humanity was still embroiled in endless debates about it. To the right was a bustling dance hall filled with noise. In the middle, Magic Cube Point appeared somewhat lonely. Inside Magic Cube Point was only one woman, who concealed her real name and flamboyantly called herself Kuwah Lane.
Kuwah Lane looked to be in her thirties and made her living by reading palms. Despite the advanced state of human technology, people still could not explain the mystery of their own destinies and held it in great reverence.
Fortune-telling had become a form of traditional entertainment. When Hai Hao lifted the curtain at Magic Cube Point, Kuwah Lane saw him and immediately bolted.
Kuwah Lane's small room had doors on all four walls. Hai Hao did not pursue her directly but instead exited the room and turned into the Marijuana Room, weaving through those indulging in marijuana until he cornered Kuwah Lane decisively.
The owner of the Marijuana Room stood against the wall, savoring the scene before him.
In Sunflower Alley, even in the face of murder, no one would lend a hand.
The woman, Kuwah Lane, broke free from Hai Hao's grasp, adjusting her hair and clothing. She tilted her head and shot a sidelong glance at Hai Hao, saying, "Officer, what is this going to cost me this time?"
Hai Hao leaned in close and whispered two words in her ear: "Ice Bullet."
A look of surprise crossed Kuwah Lane's face.
After they returned to Magic Cube Point, Kuwah Lane closed the door and shook her head. "I'm just a fortune teller; how would I know about that?"
Of course, Kuwah Lane dared not speak the truth. Ice Bullets were officially banned.
Making a bullet out of ice was easy; even a child could do it. The challenge lay in ensuring that an Ice Bullet could be fired at high speed from a gun barrel, achieving a range of over seven hundred meters with the lethality of a metal bullet.
This required a special handgun. When an Ice Bullet is fired, it initially consists of loose water molecules. These water molecules are mixed with Coagulant, and during their flight through the air, they interact with it to coalesce and solidify into a bullet. Thus, producing an Ice Bullet also necessitates the creation of a special Coagulant.
Once an Ice Bullet penetrates an object, it melts away without leaving a trace, which is why it is completely prohibited by the government.
If caught with one, the penalty is severe: life imprisonment.
"Kuwah Lane,"
Hai Hao admired the decorations in the Magic Cube Point—crystal balls, tarot cards—while saying, “This isn’t our first encounter. I know all about your background. You’re not just a fortune teller. This place is essentially an underground trafficking hub for illegal goods.”
Kuwah Lane scoffed.
“Hear me out, Kuwah Lane,” Hai Hao continued in the same tone. “Last week, a ten-year-old boy illegally entered our planet from the war-torn Four Alliance Planet. You provided him with a false identity to survive here. Given your good intentions, I didn’t report this incident.”
Kuwah Lane scoffed again. As long as Hai Hao couldn’t find the boy, she had no leverage over her. Thus, Hai Hao’s threat was ineffective.
Hai Hao smiled and added, “I’m not finished yet. Some of the marijuana in your neighboring Marijuana Room came through your supply chain, didn’t it? I have evidence of that.” With that, Hai Hao pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to Kuwah Lane.
The paper listed the names of Kuwah Lane’s contacts for supplies.
Upon seeing it, Kuwah Lane’s expression soured.
“If we reach an impasse, I won’t be able to protect you anymore,” Hai Hao said, lightly tapping the list with his finger.
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