Atlantic Ocean Diary (I) Thanks to the Generous Reader Ending in 5194 for the Alliance Master Reward

Speaking of Miami, what came to mind?

You had three seconds to think.

Alright! All you dirty old men whose minds instantly jumped to "bikinis, beach babes, swimsuit runway shows" should go stand in the corner and reflect. Surprise attack.

Ahem.

Fine, I knew that many people's impression of this city was all kinds of beautiful women in bikinis and revealing outfits.

But in fact, the city had plenty of other things too.

For example, the Heat, electronic music festivals, tropical coastlines, countless surfing events, and pool parties.

As the fourth-largest metropolitan area in North America,

it possessed all the characteristics of an international metropolis. Influenced by its huge Latin American and Caribbean islander population, it also had a distinctive linguistic and cultural atmosphere.

Compared with Los Angeles, it might have been a little more uninhibited and bold.

But aside from those obvious, presentable advantages,

the city also had another side.

It had once gone through a fairly chaotic period.

A port city close to South America, it had large numbers of unemployed illegal immigrants, bringing inevitable smuggling, gangs, and highly active drug trafficking groups.

Large quantities of contraband flowed into its famous nightlife scene, further causing crime rates to skyrocket.

That famous game, probably a childhood memory for many people, where the protagonist dissolved in water and drones carried explosives, had been modeled after this city during that era.

Although it was no longer as chaotic as it had once been with the passage of time,

those things from the past had not disappeared.

Miami, the top floor of a five-star hotel.

Parasols, lounge chairs, palm trees, an endless ocean view—the afternoon sunlight turned the rooftop swimming pool into a transparent block of water.

A brown-haired man in his forties or fifties strode in, followed by a group of