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Chapter 386 Board Meeting Room
"Who, go away, don't stand there, don't you hear?"

The mercenary raised the gun in his hand and pulled the bolt.

The figure standing on the edge raised his head and looked at the mercenary. His hands were pressed on his waist, as if he was pressing two sword hilts.

"Hahaha, I've read too many knight novels."

The mercenary smiled contemptuously. He raised his gun and aimed it at the figure, pressing his finger on the trigger.

boom--

Accompanied by the sound of gunfire.

The mercenary stared blankly at his body falling forward, bright red blood splashing out like a fountain.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

Panic roars and chaotic gunshots reached his ears.

The scene in his vision rotated and changed rapidly, and finally turned into a blood-stained ground.

His head appears to be separated from his body.

His eyes began to cast a hazy darkness, and his brain gradually began to shut down.

He watched as a foot stepped on the pool of blood in front of him and walked past him.

In the end, what echoed in his ears was clear and dense gunshots like beans being sprinkled.

At the moment of imminent death, he felt fear.

He Ao held the sword in his backhand and shuttled through the crowd like a phantom.

His movements were extremely fast, with a red radiance, and he took away the lives of shooting one after another.

When the blood splashed down like rain, the mercenaries who shot wantonly thinking they could gain the pleasure of massacre felt the fear from the bottom of their hearts.

"Stay in formation! Keep in formation! Don't be afraid, he's alone, shoot! Shoot!"

The officers stood behind the mercenaries, shouting loudly through loudspeakers.

A mercenary raised his gun and pointed it at He Ao, and then he saw He Ao's eyes glance over him.

With this simple gaze, his body trembled, and the turbid yellow liquid soaked his trousers and rolled down his trouser legs.

"Ahhh!"

He raised the gun in his hand, as if he had lost the ability to speak, and screaming was the only way he could relieve his fear. He rushed to the formation where the mercenaries had not yet recovered, and rushed out of the crowd frantically.

"Don't panic! Don't panic!"

The officer behind him raised his pistol and shot him in the back of the heart.

The fleeing mercenary staggered and fell to the ground.

Blood gushed from his back.

However, the officer's suppression did not have any effect. The sharp cry just now awakened the fear in the hearts of one soldier after another.

They either put down their guns, hugged their heads and crouched in despair, or fled in panic.

An officer raised his reinforced submachine gun and pointed it at the fleeing mercenaries in front of him.

At this moment, he saw a blood-stained figure walking towards him.

He quickly turned his gun and pointed it at the figure.

However, just as he turned the gun, the red sword light had already pierced his heart.

He Ao drew out his dagger, looked at the mercenaries who had already been defeated after several waves of charge, put away his dagger, picked up the officer's submachine gun on the ground, and walked towards the gate of the mining consortium building.

The warrior's ability is 'as the battle continues, it can greatly stimulate the fear in the enemy's heart and stimulate their most fearful memory. '

There are hundreds of mercenaries guarding this building, many of whom are professional mercenaries with laser guns and other heavy weapons.

However, He Ao only charged around, and the entire mercenary army fell into a defeat.

Although this is related to the poor quality of the mercenary group of the mining consortium, it can also be seen that the talent sequence of 'warrior' is very suitable for one-to-many.

A dozen hundreds.

Although reckless, it is indeed strong.

As He Ao walked towards the gate of the consortium building, on a nearby building, a man in the uniform of the mercenary regiment was lying on the window, with his eyes resting on the scope, slowly moving the muzzle of his gun.

"Sniper, sniper, hurry up, you are so far away, he can't hit you with a sword! Kill him, kill him, don't let him come over."

A loud roar came from the intercom on his chest.

The sniper was not affected by the loud noise, his hand was steady, and he moved the muzzle of the gun a little bit.

Until the crosshair is aligned with the target's head.

Add wind speed, calculate ballistic trajectory...
He raised the muzzle of the gun slightly, and an indifferent smile was drawn on the corner of his mouth.

This would be a perfect headshot.

His finger was on the trigger.

boom--

His movements stopped, bright red flowers bloomed from the back of his head, the huge impact brought his body backwards, and the out-of-control sniper rifle fell powerlessly.

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He Ao threw the reinforced submachine gun with an empty magazine in his hand on the ground, and the hot muzzle of the gun sizzled with the blood on the ground.

Just because he doesn't use a gun doesn't mean he can't use a gun.

His hands rested on his sides, holding the hilt of the dagger.

Entering the door is a reception hall, but at the moment there is no one running at the reception, only a man wearing a mercenary regiment officer uniform, with a big belly, is pressing the intercom anxiously,
"Sniper, sniper, what about people? What the hell, eat my food and drink my food for a day, and people won't say no at critical times, trash, all trash."

"Excuse me," a gentle voice sounded in his ear, "how to get to the board meeting room."

The man froze, he raised his head to look at the quiet young man in front of him who was a little crazy, looked at the blood on the young man's cheek, and swallowed his saliva.

He pointed tremblingly at the corridor beside him, "Go to the end, just take the elevator to the top floor, the 72nd floor."

"OK, thanks."

The young man nodded politely and walked towards the corridor.

The man looked at the young man's back, tremblingly took out a small pistol from his pocket, and pointed it at the young man.

However, just as he was aiming, the young man's back suddenly disappeared, and his body trembled.

"Excuse me," a gentle voice came from his side again at this time, "May I ask again, where does the computer room of this building go?"

"Downstairs," the man wiped the sweat off his face, put away the gun in his hand, and smiled apologetically, "Little toys, little toys,"

Then he pointed to the corridor just now, "Take the elevator down, -1 floor, B104 is."

"OK, thanks."

The young man thanked him politely again, and then walked towards the corridor.

This time the man didn't dare to hesitate, he immediately raised his gun and pointed it at the young man's back.

puff--

The sharp sword light pierced his heart.

He Ao drew out the dagger, and the man behind him clutched his heart, froze for a moment, and fell forward to the ground.

The figure of the young man walked towards the corridor step by step, sinking into the depths of the corridor.

The elevator had reported an error and could not be opened. He Ao walked into the fire escape next to him and went down to the first floor.

The first floor was empty, only some people who looked like clerical staff were hiding here, looking carefully at He Ao in the aisle through the window on the office door.

He Ao calmly walked through the corridor and entered the B104 computer room.

It took Eve 2 minutes to crack this computer room.

After cracking the computer room, He Ao got a bad news and a good news.

The bad news is that the board of directors has locked the authority of the computer room and changed it to manual, so He Ao can't control the electrical appliances on each floor through the computer room, and there is no way to make the elevator run again.

There is a high probability that the elevator has been physically destroyed.

The good news is that the mining consortium basically stores most of their incident files in the computer room without encryption. They even go through the approval process for things like killing miners. They spend specific funds and record them. .

He Ao made a copy of these documents and asked Eve to sort out a list and the location of the office.

Then he left the computer room and began to walk upstairs along the fire escape.

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The first person on the list is on the thirteenth floor, 1303, a man in his fifties with a well-built figure.

Ho knocked on his office door.

He was a student of the mayor when he was in the mining consortium. The method of killing the old foreman's son Locke was designed by the mayor, and he was the one who did it.

In the following years, he has been engaged in the work of purging dishonest 'staff' for the mining consortium. The people involved are not only miners, but also workers in machinery factories under the mining consortium, and construction workers of construction companies.

His tricks are also very diverse.

In addition to the method of forcing people to die that he learned from the mayor, he also developed usury loans to workers' children, attracted workers to touch illegal drugs, deliberately let workers damage his luxury car, and sued him through legal means. There are many methods such as going to the other party's house and destroying the family.

Some methods have even formed textbook-level methods within the mining consortium because of their strong replicability, and have been circulated to other executives to follow.

Howe knocked three times on the door, and it opened.

This well-built man was surprised at the first glance when he saw He Ao, then he glanced at the mercenaries who were laid down on the ground to protect him, and quickly calmed down.

He invited He Ao into the office, and sat in front of his seat.

He didn't seem to expect He Ao to come to him.

The first time He Ao entered the office, he saw a huge plaque of "Top Ten Philanthropists in Rock City", and then surrounded by some charitable donation certificates, which almost filled all the cabinets in the office.

"I don't know why you came to me, but I've always been a good person,"

This middle-aged man in his 50s, with a rich figure and a kind face stood at his desk and poured coffee beans into the coffee machine, "I have been working for charity these years, and you have also seen these plaques and certificates , each of which has a specific issuer's signature, and it cannot be faked."

"I'm also a good, law-abiding person."

He Ao nodded slightly and turned around, as if preparing to leave.

While operating the coffee machine, the man glanced at He Ao out of the corner of his eye, and then took out a small pistol from behind the coffee machine.

He didn't turn his body, but held the pistol with his left hand, stretched the muzzle from his right waist to the back, and aimed at He Ao,
boom--

His body fell and fell on the desk, and blood slowly flowed out from the wound that pierced his chest.

He Ao drew his sword and walked out of the office.

Next, 1507.

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As the killing continued, more and more people knew the news downstairs.

Executives gradually left their offices and gathered together.

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5709
He Ao walked out of the empty office, this was the third office he left empty.

The building has three fire exits.

Every time He Ao reached a floor, he blocked the other two fire exits.

So he will meet everyone who goes downstairs.

In such a panic environment, it's not that no one went downstairs, He Ao didn't take the initiative to kill people, and sometimes he would walk over the railing to make way for crowded crowds.

But He Ao would not miss the person who should be killed among the crowd.

This kind of person He Ao will usually give him a chance.

Give him a chance to kill He Ao.

All the damn execs Ho Oh met so far jumped at the chance.

He Ao continued to go up the fire escape, and now he was close to the top floor, and there were basically no ordinary people escaping in the stairs.

The entire stairwell was unusually quiet, only the echo of He Ao's footsteps remained.

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69th floor

Not a single one.

I haven't met anyone for [-] consecutive floors.

Howe glanced overhead.

It seemed that something was waiting for him upstairs.

Instead of taking the stairs, he moved a few tables to form a simple ladder, removed the ceiling decoration, and touched the ceiling above his head.

He tapped lightly on the ceiling.

The booming sound echoed in his ears.

There seemed to be a slight sound coming from the floor.

Someone up there.

Without hesitation, he punched the ceiling above his head.

With a roaring sound, countless gravels splashed out.

He Ao pawed at the broken hole, and like pawing straw, he pushed aside the hard steel bars, passed through the ceiling, and jumped to the 70th floor.

The 70th floor is very empty, it seems to be used as a place for entertainment.

When He Ao looked up, he could see dozens of heavily armed soldiers of the City Defense Army surrounding the exit of the fire exit, ready to surprise the people who came up.

And around He Ao, sat one after another executives on He Ao's list.

He Ao looked at them and greeted them with a smile.

A knee-jerk response from some executives.

The soldiers of the city defense army guarding the fire exit glanced back at He Ao, then turned their heads away and continued to stare at the exit of the fire exit.

Then in the next second, everyone's eyes were focused on He Ao who was showing a gentle smile.

The whole space fell into a mysterious silence at this moment.

"what!!!"

"It's that lunatic!!!"

"He's coming up!!!"

"Help! Help!"

"Shoot! Shoot!!"

Originally, the executives around He Ao ran away in panic, and the city defense forces quickly surrounded He Ao.

Hearing these words, He Ao frowned, what is a 'crazy', do I look like a lunatic?
When he frowned like this, several executives who were running slowly sprained their feet, turned into rolling, staggered and rolled forward several times, and stood up with difficulty.

"Asshole, this is not the place for you to run wild."

There was a loud shout from behind.

He Ao turned his head and saw an upright, potbellied officer walking towards him.

He Ao remembered this person, the former deputy commander of the 107th division, and now the chief of staff of the city defense army, Torre.

The records of the Mining Consortium have a glorious history of this gentleman.

He likes little girls, and once killed several innocent girls, and then the mining consortium helped him to close the tail - he killed the whole family of the victim... not all of them were killed, and the good-looking ones were sold to honey. Rani.

The records of the mining consortium made He Ao feel a rare shock.

Chenxi City's sweatshop for catching wanderers in the wilderness can be regarded as a gentle and humble sheep in front of the mining consortium.

When they have tasted the benefits of dirty means and got away with it, they will get used to dirty means and think that this is what the world gives them for granted.

Looking at He Ao's calm face, Torre seemed to feel that He Ao was intimidated by him.

"I thought you were amazing, but you're just a cowardly chicken." He laughed loudly, and took a step forward, "Look at me taking your life for so many people who died in vain."

His body shook, and a violent breath gushed out.

With a familiar feeling, He Ao stared at the current chief of staff, C-level, who seemed to be a 'berserker'.

"Wait a moment," He Ao pressed his hand on the hilt of his waist, and looked at Tollet calmly, "Which foot did you just step on?"

Tollet paused. He glanced at his right foot and said with a smile, "Are you afraid? Even if you kneel down and beg for mercy, this general will not let you go."

Berserker, but cowardly at heart.

Not even how Ao met that one in the main world.

"I'm just," He Ao glanced at General Torre, and grabbed the hilt of his sword.

A figure like a gust of wind rushed over, meeting the red sword light.

He Ao's body was still in place, without any movement.

Tolie stood behind He Ao, his eyes wide open, bright red blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, he opened his mouth, but he couldn't speak, and fell down weakly.

His body bowed together in pain, like a chicken pecking at food.

He Ao put away his sword, finished what he had just said,

"I don't like to attack people who step on the right foot first."

He turned and walked past Toriel's body.

Hoo did not kill Torre, but dismantled his guts and shattered his bones.

C-level is not so easy to die, he will lie here, tormented by pain a little bit, feeling his own slow death.

He Ao raised his head, looked at the terrified city guards and the rest of the executives, and said softly, "I only kill the guilty."

"what!"

A young city guard gave him a horrified look, dropped the gun in his hand, and staggered out of the fire escape.

He Ao didn't stop him.

The rest of the city defense army collapsed in an instant, lost their guns and ran downstairs.

With the city defense army running out, the remaining executives knew there was no way out.

Those who can stay here are also ruthless people. A strong man pulled out a Gauss gun from the side and pointed it at He Ao.

In the next second, a bright red flower sputtered out in front of him.

Gunshots, roars, and the sound of tables and chairs moving sounded one after another in such a short period of time.

Bright red flowers bloom one by one in this small space.

Like stepping into a rose garden in the silent night.

Accompanied by the sound of bodies falling down one after another, He Ao walked up to a young man who seemed to be in his 20s.

The man was the last survivor, he did not do any attack, he cried bitterly, fell to his knees, "I was wrong, I was wrong, I am willing to atone for their sins for the rest of my life, please forgive me, please let me go Let me go, please let me go."

He Ao glanced at him, turned around and walked towards the fire escape, fully exposing his back to this young man.

Looking at He Ao's back, the young man slowly took out a Gauss pistol from his pocket with a fierce expression on his face.

In the next second, a red dagger pressed against his heart, slowly pushed forward, and pierced his heart.

He Ao calmly watched the surprised face of the young man.

This young man was the one who dealt with the 'victims' family members for Torre.

"I think I'm not qualified to forgive them, so you'd better ask them yourself."

He pulled out the dagger, walked to the paper towel on the desk beside him, took out a paper towel, wiped off the dirty blood on the sword, and put the sword back into its sheath.

Go to the fire escape.

Blood stained the ornate floor.

There is no one on the 71th floor.

On the 72nd floor, the top floor, there is only one room.

Board room.

He pushed open the door of the conference room.

　Well, more than 5000 words... I still haven't finished writing, and I have to finish writing tomorrow's update!

　
(End of this chapter)