life copy game

Chapter 231 Why Your Majesty Against Evil

Bright red blood oozed from between the man's eyebrows, he looked at He Ao in disbelief, leaned forward, and fell to the ground.

He Ao glanced at the pitch-black pistol in his hand, and put it in his arms.

He got this gun from a homeless man in the morning. The reason why he didn't throw it back like before, but put it in his pocket was because he saw the emblem of the city of stars at the bottom of the gun handle.

This is the emblem of the Nolanka Group, and all those bearing this emblem are the fixed property of the Nolanka Group.

Because the Nolanka Group is very strict about the fixed property, basically the quality is good, so the items with the Nolanka Group logo are very popular in the Kaya City market.

The Nolanka Group sometimes deals with some expired fixed properties, or some redundant properties, but when the Nolanka Group officials sell these properties, they will destroy the emblem with a special destruction stamp.

As for the gun He Ao took from the homeless man, the emblem under the handle of the gun was not destroyed, which proves that theoretically, this gun should be in a certain warehouse of the Nolanka Group, or a certain security guard. In the hands of the people, not in the hands of a bum.

So He Ao's possession of this gun is not considered as robbing the property of the homeless, but just recovering the legal property of his own business.

While putting away the gun, He Ao's eyes fell on the gun in the man's hand. This gun looked somewhat similar to the gun in his hand.

He went around the table, walked over to the man's body, and picked up the pistol in his hand.

At the bottom of this pistol, there is also a city emblem of the stars.

Not destroyed.

The moment He Ao saw this emblem, He Ao paused.

A homeless man got a gun that should have belonged to the Nolanka Group. It could also be explained that a staff member neglected it and was picked up by the homeless man.

But the boss of a TV station is also holding the same gun in his hand. Such a big difference in living environment between the two cannot be explained by negligence.

Howe threw the gun back.

At this moment, hurried footsteps stopped at the door.

The person outside tried to open the door but failed, then quickly walked to the window and climbed in through the shattered window.

"Mr. Wei An?"

As soon as Jielang landed, he saw He Ao who got up slowly, and then he lowered his head to look at the corpse on the ground.

At this moment, the blood on the ground was about to flow to He Ao's feet.

He Ao took two steps back, picked up the video camera on the table, copied the video inside into the bracelet, and then threw it to Jie Lang,

"He was going to kill me, I was in self-defense, and it was all recorded."

Jeron:?
He glanced at the corpse on the ground, then turned on the video recorder, and clicked on the video he had just recorded.

The video is not long, and Jaron quickly found the clip he wanted.

In that clip, the man pointed a gun at He Ao from behind. When he was about to pull the trigger, He Ao drew the gun sharply and hit the man between the eyebrows.

At this moment, He Ao was already carrying the silver-gray metal box and flipped out through the broken window.

"Why are you here!?"

Watching He Ao leave, Jielang quickly closed the video recorder, leaned on the window and asked.

"This office building belongs to the Nolanka Group,"

He Ao waved his hand, "My own property is in danger, so I came to check it out. If you have any questions, you can contact my lawyer."

As he spoke, his figure gradually disappeared into the ruins of the corridor.

Jeron glanced at the corpse on the ground and sighed slightly.

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Lina rubbed her messy hair, and walked out of the luxurious office building in a daze.

In order to plan and organize this show, she has not slept for three days.

Her face looked very haggard, her eye sockets were sunken, and her bloodshot eyes were covered by two thick dark circles.

The warm sunlight shone on her, making her subconsciously take two steps back.

After several seconds of adaptation, she was able to stand naturally under the bright sunlight.

Behind her were two tall security guards who blocked the door and watched her.

At this moment, she suddenly felt a little funny.

These security guards themselves were hired to be in charge of security guards. They were so tall, but they couldn't play a single role in danger. They were just instructed by the boss to drive away her, a weak woman.

The two security guards also noticed Lina's gaze, and they turned their heads away so as not to meet Lina's eyes.

But what's wrong with these security guards?
Lena looked away.

They are just obeying the orders of the boss.

If they won't comply, they'll be fired, like themselves, and lose their jobs.

Lina walked around the towering office building in a daze.

For a long time before today, she thought she had seen enough of the darkness of this world.

In order to work and earn money, she can lower her moral bottom line enough.

At the request of her boss, she can produce a program full of deception for the sake of traffic.

She can also calmly accept the fact that for this plan, she has worked tirelessly for three days and three nights,
She thought her bottom line was low enough, but what the boss did today completely broke her bottom line.

She couldn't understand why she could unscrupulously destroy other people's reputation and life for the sake of traffic and money.

She doesn't like Jeter.

This host is annoying and likes to sarcasm others. His words often reveal discrimination against people like her who climbed up from the bottom.

But that shouldn't be a reason for him to be watched, ridiculed, and joked by millions of people.

What's more, these ridicules and jokes are just to make the boss earn more money.

Will the boss himself be willing to put a video of him crying online to attract traffic?

Why does he use other people's reputation to make money?

What happened to Jeter made her feel sad.

A bang sounded above Lina's head.

She looked up and saw black smoke billowing along the wall.

It must have been a bomb that went off.

It was so far away that she couldn't see where the explosion happened.

She lowered her head and continued walking along the wall of the office building.

She suddenly felt that she was out of place in this world, she couldn't break through the final bottom line, or silently took everything as she didn't see it.

Perhaps, she herself is not suitable for this industry.

At this moment, she felt a black shadow descend from the sky and fall in front of her.

Bright red blood spattered her face.

Her brain lost the ability to think in an instant.

She stared blankly at the figure in front of her that was covered in blood, which she was very familiar with.

host jet

The only thought on her mind at the moment was.

Jeter, dead.

This vicious host seemed to commit suicide by jumping from upstairs.

The worst thing she could have imagined happened.

She wanted to cry, but she just retched twice and didn't cry out.

Jeter is dead, will she be next?
Putting herself in the shoes, if she was in Jeter's shoes and seen the worst by millions, could she keep herself from killing herself?
She can't.

She only felt a deep sense of fear.

It is not their reputation that the boss sacrifices, but their life and reputation.

She can't control it all.

Even if she leaves this company and goes to the next company, she can't be sure whether she will become a victim of the boss's profit when she knows nothing, just like Jeter.

Her life and death are not in her own hands.

"Fear, anger, resentment,"

A deep voice rang in her ears,

"I am afraid that one day my life will no longer belong to me, I am afraid of being fooled like a clown, I am afraid that I will be ruthlessly abandoned in the end after working hard, why the world will become like this, why my life will become the 'cost' of making money for others. "

The voice was like the whisper of the devil, bewitching her soul,

"Do you want to change this world? Do you want to change everything that is twisted? Even if it's just like a mantis' arm, even if it's just like a wild beast fighting hard before dying?"

A cold business card was placed in her hand, "If you figure it out, you can come here and find me."

It wasn't until this moment that Lina came back to her senses, she turned her head and looked behind her.

All I saw was a tall and straight man carrying a silver-gray suitcase getting into a jet-black car.

She lowered her head and looked at the business card in her hand.

[Vian Nolanka]
[Chairman of the Board of Nolanka Group]
[4 Nolanka 137th Street]
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