The end of the world starts from the global copy

She flew towards the corpse of the child.

however……

Greatness does not mean miracles will be born.

The light ball made by the female ghost did not merge into the child's body. It just rubbed the child's body and flew back to the young man's hands.

"Failed."

After saying these three words calmly, curses came from the light group!

"Failed? How did it fail? Why did it fail!?"

"Your child is dead. He is small, his soul is weak, and his obsessions are not strong. In a word you can understand, your child is now gone. So it can't be saved. Let's exchange a bargaining chip."

"Woooooooo..."

A low mourning sound came from the light group.

Until in the distance, the siren sounded faintly, and the woman stopped crying.

"That man is not a good man."

"Domestic violence, machismo, alcoholism..."

The young man said suddenly: "I don't want to hear this. I just said, change the bargaining chip. If you don't want to, then this is the end of the matter."

The white light group in his hand slowly glowed red.

A high-pitched voice that only young people can hear rang loudly in the young people's ears.

"Let him pay for my child's life! I want him to die!!"

"as you wish."

The young man said so.

Flicking the finger again, the light group emitting a faint red light immediately flew towards the man.

There was a sentence that lingered in the female ghost's ears.

"You can punish him however you want."

then.

After three seconds.

The man suddenly screamed!

He dashed into the car and took a metal stick from the driver's seat.

The stick smashed into his own head!

Look at the blood splattered ahead.

The young man's eyes slowly became indifferent.

He finally spit out the unfinished words.

"In exchange, your soul belongs to me."

……

[Code name: The man of death seems to have a behavioral logic that only he knows. 】

[He may suddenly meddle in some business affairs, or he may show indifference to some things happening around him. 】

[In a series of events that have been determined, such as the Yellenburg murders committed by the god of death, the death of General Kalamazoo, the redstone subversion incident, etc., it can be judged that the god of death seems to be looking for something.But Code Name: The world can't predict what the god of death needs. 】

Chapter 2 Strange commission

Street, cafe.

The aroma of cappuccino rose lightly, and was inhaled into the nose and mouth of the man sitting in the booth by the window.

Putting down the document in his hand, the man named Gao Yisheng twitched his nose and sighed.

"No matter how many times I watch it again... the mission objectives this time seem to be a little, um, scary."

With such a murmur, Gao Yisheng turned his head and looked out the window.

Outside the window, the scene of the three dead and uninjured car accident was noisy and chaotic, and the relevant personnel were dealing with the beginning and end of the matter.

On the surface, this is a normal car accident, a normal love murder.

The premise is.

There was no last man who smashed his head with a stick on the spot.

Of course, this is not important.

A single sentence of committing suicide is enough to cover up all anomalies.

"So, Mr. Death is at the scene, um, a man with a big golden retriever, found it."

Goldman Sachs easily locked the target - a man walking away with a dog on a leash.

The back of the man slowly leaving seemed to let Gao Yisheng breathe a sigh of relief.

Gently holding the earphones in his ears, Gao Yisheng muttered in a low voice.

"The God of Death appeared and was walking out from the Prosperity Avenue. The target should be the entrusted location we gave earlier."

Thinking of this, Gao Yisheng clenched his fists suddenly.

Unbelievable excitement emerged from his face.

"The plan was successful! The Grim Reaper accepted the commission!"

A calm, low male voice suddenly came out of the earphones.

"As expected. And the rest, Yisheng, I'll leave it to you."

Gao Yisheng's face suddenly became solemn.

"Definitely live up to Mr. World's entrustment."

In the headset, the sound disappears.

At this point, Gao Yisheng took a long breath.

Opening the [Top Secret File: 004] again, Gao Yisheng re-examined the recited words, and after a while, he slammed his head.

"Actually, I'm really curious, what is the name of Mr. Death. Can't it be called Death?"

……

My name is Lu Ming.

a killer.

A... not-so-ordinary killer.

There are actually quite a few misunderstandings about the profession of killer.

For example, romantic, dangerous, exciting, walking on the edge of life and death, killing or being killed.

But in fact, I think that the killer industry is no different from the normal business - what to do when someone tells you to do it, you do it well, and you leave with the money.

Simple, simply.

And the money comes quickly.

In fact, I have no desire for money - enough food and drink is enough.

But I can't help but someone always takes the initiative to come and send me money.

especially……

When my peers called me "Death" and "King of Killers", the voluntary sending of money became more frequent.

But I am picky.

Ordinary tasks, I basically don't take them up anymore - those with less money are easy and not difficult, and those with more money are people who often make international news, and I don't want to mess with them.

It may be that I lack emotions, or it may be that the money on hand is enough to support me and hope for a lifetime.

Oh yes, hopefully a dog.

The big golden retriever next to me.

Anyway, it looks like I haven't had a mission in months.

But today...

this weekend night.

I walked into the street after a long absence.

Because I received a strange commission.

……

The young man named Lu Ming stopped and stopped in front of a building.

Interstellar Building.

Beiyuan Town, a border town, is the only building that can get a mesa.

The Interstellar Building has 32 floors and is a complex building integrating business, office and residence.

The bottom five floors are shopping malls, the fifth to eighteenth floors are offices, and further up is the residential area.

Of course, this is not important.

The important point is that.

The strange commission that Lu Ming received a few days ago was here.

Thinking of this, Lu Ming, whose face was calm, turned over his pocket, and took out a printed A4 paper from his pocket.

[Interstellar Building, bathroom on the thirteenth floor, exactly twelve o'clock in the morning on Monday. 】

[Stay at the target location until one o'clock in the morning, and the commission is completed. 】

The bounty is 500w, and the first payment of 200w has been received.

Stay for an hour, 500w bounty.

This money was actually not in Lu Ming's eyes.

What he cares more about is the content of the commission.

There are no clients, no targets to kill, just one location and instructions to stay for an hour.

This is an odd commission by any means.

But Lu Ming came without hesitation.

He didn't care if it was a trap for the enemy - if it was, just kill it.

He didn't care if it was a prank by an unknown client - if it was, just kill it.

He didn't even care if the balance was paid - if not, just kill it.

all in all.

500 million per hour, plus the weird description on the order form.

This made Lu Ming rarely interested.

As for Lu Ming.

interest……

Or fun, which is important.

……

Strolled into the Interstellar Building.

The Interstellar Building at [-] o'clock in the evening was empty and uninhabited, and the lights were dark.

But Lu Ming walked steadily.