I work 9 to 5 in Chainsaw Man

two days ago.

Marozov smoked a cigar and sat on the seat in the office of the president of the Council. His calloused hands greedily touched the seat under his buttocks. Soon, this position would truly belong to him, Marozov!

At that time, I will have all the rights of the president of Mokokboge Headquarters! He will become the person who is truly second only to the Presidency of Saudi Arabia and has the power to control all demon hunters in Saudi Arabia. As long as he does this, he can contribute more power to his master! He might even replace the Hermit and become the Lord’s spokesperson in the Kingdom of Sand!

When he thought of this, Marozov felt inexplicably excited, as if the energy he had in his youth to strive for progress and squeeze into the management team had returned.

While he was tapping his fingers on his desk, there was a knock on the door.

"Enter."

Smick walked in and reported: "Colonel, Nikita and Shirono Xusheng have been dealt with."

"Huh ha ha ha!" Marozov laughed so hard that his beard grew. It was really a double happiness!

He stood up excitedly, puffed on his cigar and said, "Well done! Nikita, a guy who doesn't know how much he weighs, dares to make an offer to me, and he deserves it! Shirono Xusheng is so bold for a demon. Those who are following me are all reckless people!"

"Yes, going against the colonel is seeking death." Smick flattered him from the side.

"Huh?" Marozov glanced at Smick.

Smick understood immediately, opened his hand and gave himself a slap in the face and said with a smile: "Look at my brain, I am the president." He rolled his eyes and asked carefully: "But Nikita is dead, that hero medal Who should I send it to?”

Marozov turned back, took a deep breath to finish off the cigar and said: "Whether Nikita dies or not has nothing to do with the release of the medal. It is enough to tell the society that there is a hero who risked his life and saved countless civilians!"

Marozov clenched his fists and said, "What's going on with Dudarinov?"

Smick lowered his head without any reaction and said: "Kelly came back from completing her mission, and the hospital was indeed in chaos. A nurse died in that private hospital. Mary should have sent her to protect Dudalinov."

"Mary is completely incompetent. She only knows how to hold on to her position. She is more than conservative but not pioneering enough. Now I am going to force her to step down. She doesn't even have anyone to speak for her. She will only help the daughter left by his ex-wife. Humph, now let’s see how he can come back!” Marozov snorted sharply.

Smick nodded and bowed from behind, secretly glanced at the time and said, "President, it's time."

"go!"

Council Lobby.

Marozov greeted the people next to him with a smile on his face, and then sat in his seat, looking passionately at the president's position in the center.

On the big screen, five members of the presidium appeared. Proseus still looked serious, sitting in the middle of the five people, overlooking the people in the council.

Mary was also present, but she did not sit in the president's seat, but sat in the audience like Marozov and the others.

"Everyone is here," Proseus said.

Just as the Secretary of the Council was about to give all the answers, the grand door of the lobby was pushed open. Dudarinov was dressed in a formal suit, serious and serious, with long red hair tied up, and exquisite makeup on his face. He walked in confidently. From his position, he ignored Marozov's eyes that were about to pop out.

Damn it! Didn't that guy Smick say it was solved? Marozov thought angrily, but now is no longer the time to think about this issue, the next meeting is the top priority!

He quickly calmed down his anxious mood and regained his composure.

"Everyone is here, Mr. Chairman," the secretary said.

Proseus nodded, glanced around and said, "Then we will continue to discuss the solution to the incident where the demon hurts people."

"Who has a proposal?"

Proseus' words fell, and no one answered for a while. Marozov originally wanted Mary to refute him after she finished speaking, but the unplanned Dudalinov put great pressure on him, and he could even feel it in his peripheral vision. Nov has been watching him!

Marozov inexplicably remembered what Zod said about Dudarinov: She is the most perfect work in my life! Even the "sword" is just a foil compared to her!

Thinking of this sentence, Marozov still sneered. At that time, he had just received the news that Dudalinov was seriously injured in the "Sword" and fell into a coma. Now that he thinks about it, if Dudalinov is really stronger than the "Sword"...

impossible!

No one can use me, Marozov, as a pawn! nobody!

He gritted his teeth tightly, stood up directly and said, "Sir, I have a proposal."

"Speak, Colonel Marozov."

Marozov took a deep breath and felt that the eyes of the entire lobby were focused on him. In the past, he would only feel extremely glorious and proud, but now, Dudalinov's eyes seemed to see through him, and he could only It made him feel sick all over.

"I still insist on my previous proposal. These days, I have begun to implement a temporary information blockade. The effect among the masses is remarkable, but some people are still creating public opinion, holding demonstrations, and asking the government to give an explanation. Today's information blockade It can only temporarily appease people in other parts of Saudi Arabia, and the people in Moko are in urgent need of a reasonable explanation from the government."

"We can only let the former president, Mr. Mary, take this responsibility and admit his mistake to the public!"

After Marozov finished speaking in one breath, he looked at Proseus with his cloudy eyes.

Proseus glanced around and said, "Who has any other proposals?"

No one answered.

"Who objects?"

No one objected.

Marozov looked at Dudarinov who was unresponsive, and an ominous premonition grew stronger in his heart.

Proseus made a final decision: "Then implement Marozov's proposal, because Marie-Klin Dudarinov's improper decision-making has caused huge social casualties. Next, we will select a new council president and implementer of the plan, and vote on it." .”

"Now, those who are interested in participating in the selection of the president can stand up."

Marozov stood there steadily, and Dudalinov slowly stood up, causing a murmur among his colleagues around him.

"Quiet." Proseus said: "Whoever supports Ava Marie Dudarinov next, raise your hands!"

The whole place was eerily silent for a moment, except for Mary who raised her trembling arms.

Proseus said again: "Raise your hands in support of Marozov!"

The atmosphere in the audience was instantly ignited, and everyone raised their arms. Marozov looked at such a scene and felt a sense of ecstasy.

But what puzzled him was that, in addition to the Dudarinovs and his daughter, there were several colleagues who did not choose to support him. He silently wrote down their names, and when he took office, he would wear his little shoes until they fit!

Seeing this, Proseus said: "Then Marozov will be in charge..."

"Sir, I object!"

Dudarinov's voice sounded, and then the officials who had not supported Marozov just stood up.

Proseus, who was interrupted, showed no expression and asked: "Minister Dudarinov, what do you object to?"

“I am opposed to Colonel Marozov’s appointment as chairman of the council.”

"reason."

Dudarinov's eyes flashed and he said word by word: "I accuse Colonel Marozov of colluding with the demons to rebel against the party, causing harm to society and the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia!"

Marozov's pupils opened wide, and he felt an ominous premonition.