A New Character Every Month

"agree!"

"No comment!"

The directors nodded in agreement.

Hearing this, Rockferrand said: "The next thing is the last thing. The person who was originally scheduled to replace the undead knight was one of Ace and Mary. Now it is decided to promote one of them to replace the Hell Hunter. What do you guys think? view?"

A director wearing glasses said: "Ace is relatively strong in combat and is not afraid of being slowed down. But Mary's appearance is better, and the effect of using superpowers is more gorgeous. It feels a bit difficult to deal with. If the advantages of the two of them It’s good to be able to get together.”

"I choose Mary, saying that she is not strong in battle is only compared to the top superheroes, it is enough to deal with ordinary super criminals, and the most important thing is that no one outside will care whether she uses one move or ten to defeat super criminals. Zhao, her gorgeous superpower can attract more fans and create more benefits for us."

"I support Mary too, people are visual creatures and she was our best decision."

"I chose Aisi, who is strong in battle. The Superhero team has already selected several superheroes with ostentatious appearances. They even almost caught the clues in several operations to capture super criminals. If you find this kind of person again, it is very likely It would be a fatal blow to our Premier League brand."

"I choose Ace too..."

More than a dozen directors argued with each other, but no one could convince anyone.

Rockferrand didn't mean to favor any side, but interrupted them at the right time, and said lightly: "Vote!"

After 2 minutes, the result came out.

More than 11% of the directors support Mary. She will replace Hell Hunter and become the new hero among the [-] superheroes.

Chapter 310 Five Years Later

At the end of the meeting, the directors gradually dispersed.

After a while, there was only Rockefeller left in Ruoda's meeting room on the top floor.

"Chairman!"

A middle-aged female secretary with a serious expression came in, and said respectfully to Rockferron who was sitting on the main seat: "Your next schedule is half an hour away, do you need to start preparing now?"

"Cough! Cough!"

Rock Ferrand coughed heavily twice, shook his head palely and said, "Not for now."

The female secretary didn't say much, she nodded and said, "I'm right outside the door, if you need anything, please just ask."

She walked out of the conference room backwards, and finally closed the door softly.

It was quiet.

Rockferrand stretched out his wrinkled palms, supported the table and stood up, looking up at the closed door, his eyes were a little cloudy.

Sudden.

As if he had changed, his eyes turned blood-colored, with a faint red light, sharp and cold.

Rockferrand slowly scanned his surroundings, his gaze seemed to penetrate the wall and see the things outside.

After scanning around, the red light dissipated instantly, as if it was just an illusion.

He turned and came to the floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the bustling city.

The Chaoxing Group Building is the tallest landmark building in the city, and the conference room is the highest floor, so this is the best viewing point in the city.

Anyone standing here can't help but swell, giving birth to a feeling that other than themselves, the rest are small.

Even though he knew that this feeling was false, he couldn't help but be addicted to it.

However, Rockferrand was not one of the above-mentioned people.

"grim Reaper......"

Rockferrand's eyes had no focus, as if he was recalling, he whispered to himself: "Are you the same?"

one year later.

The capital of the United States, Psinton.

In a bustling commercial circle in the south of the city, there is an endless flow of people coming and going.

Today is a weekend, the flow of people is several times more than usual, and it is more prosperous and lively.

At this time, many people were standing on the side of the road, looking at the opposite building across the road.

The huge screen outside that building is playing a newly produced program "The Day the Grim Reaper Comes".

"We will never forget that day, June 6th."

A piece of information, a video, and a picture appeared on the screen, and the government member who played the guest host was talking endlessly: "On that day, the authority of death, which only belongs to the myth, appeared for the first time in our world. In front of you."

"On that day, there were 180 two fresh lives. Before they had time to enjoy their wonderful life, there would be no tomorrow. Some lost their family members, some lost their friends, some lost their colleagues... "

"It was also from that day that the citizens of our United States and all human beings in the world were unable to control their own lives. They lived in fear and panic, unable to sleep peacefully all day long, praying that the god of death would take back the things he left in the human world. Authority, or some kind-hearted god can take back the authority that does not belong to this world."

"So far, we have sanctioned seventeen people who used the power of the God of Death to kill innocent people indiscriminately, but as long as the power of the God of Death still exists in the world, we will not be able to rest assured for a day..."

"According to the investigation report of the United States, as of today, the number of people who have died under the authority of the God of Death has reached more than 32, of whom about 14 are citizens of the United States."

"And behind this huge number, there are also 69 superheroes who died heroically in order to capture those lawless criminals who have the power of death."

"And even then, we never gave up hope."

"Although darkness hangs over our heads, heroes are also removing the darkness ahead for us. I always believe that light will come..."

The congressmen in the program, supplemented with various data affectionately, uttered a sentence of inspiring chicken soup for the soul and inspiration.

off screen.

The passers-by who watched this show had different expressions.

Some people don't care, the reason why they watch it is just to pass the boring time.

After all, compared to the 10,000 million population of the United States, 10,000+ people are too inconspicuous. Even among the [-]+ people, one person may affect the lives of a few, a dozen, or even dozens of people, and the final number is no more than a thousand. Ten thousand people still only occupy a very small proportion.

However, thanks to the government's and capital's propaganda, most passers-by saw it on a whim, empathized with the family members of the deceased behind the cold numbers, and wished to personally solve those murderers who used the power of death to kill people.

On the periphery of the crowd who stopped by the side of the road to watch, there was a woman in her twenties, with fair complexion, a high nose bridge, and light green pupils.

She looked at the parliamentarians on the screen and the passers-by who seemed to be encouraged around her, and slowly lowered her head with a contemptuous smile on her face.

"Stupid and ridiculous!"

Monica opened her small mouth and let out an imperceptible sound. The moment she raised her head, she turned and left.

Not far away, a black shadow flashed in her eyes.

Monica took a closer look and found that the black shadow seemed to be caused by the black notebook that fell in front of her.

Pedestrians left and right, but no one noticed the notebook.

She had to go forward and pick it up.

"The book case looks quite simple, and the material is similar to leather, but it is not commonly used leather..."

While judging the materials used to make the notebook, Monica turned the notebook to the front, and a line of characters came into her eyes.

"Death Note!"

Monica felt that the name was a bit strange, and when she frowned, she suddenly found a pair of strange legs appeared a few meters in front of her, and they were still facing her.

Thinking that the other party wanted to strike up a conversation with her, she looked up indifferently.

Slender body, sharp teeth and nails, strange skin color and shape, and wide-eyed eyes are staring at her intently.

No matter how you look at it, the other party will become the focus of the crowd.

But now, none of the passers-by who passed by noticed him, as if he didn't exist.

What's more, it passed directly through his body.

Even if it is daytime, just looking at it will give you a creepy feeling.

Monica's pupils shrank suddenly when she saw the other party for the first time, and then she seemed to think of something and returned to normal.

The whole process takes less than a second.

Except for Lin Zian who was opposite her, no one saw it.

Monica put the Death Note into her satchel and continued to walk forward along the established route. After a few steps, she passed through Monica's body as if nothing happened.

There was nothing abnormal in either his expression or his movements.

Lin Zian was completely ignored.

"interesting!"

Lin Zian turned around and watched Monica gradually drifting away from his line of sight, with a smile on his face, he also followed quickly.

Compared with the previous holders of the Death Note, this one is the calmest and most special person.

"How many holders of the Death Note has this been?"

"No. 20 was exposed and killed yesterday, so this one should be No. 20."

Lin Zian thought to himself, during this year, among the holders of notebooks are ordinary people, mutants, students, white-collar workers, and entrepreneurs.

Among these people, there are those with anti-social personality, those who intend to rule the world, and those who want to become famous, and those who seek benefits for themselves. The names they wrote on the Death Note add up to more than 20. It also reached 37%.

As for the more than [-] yuan announced by the outside world, that is false.

Without exception, these people were too arrogant or not cautious enough, and after revealing some clues, they were found by technology and special superpowers along the clues.

They either died in the arrest, or Lin Zian personally wrote down their names.

Of course, there are quite a few of them who are lazy after getting their notebooks. They can’t write a few names in a week. They usually keep their notebooks in the safest and most secluded place. Some of them are going to die of natural old age and then pass them on to their descendants. look.

Therefore, Lin Zian had no choice but to write their names on the death note in the end.

"It's not your fault that you go wrong, but my time is limited, so if I continue to play with you, then the result will be mission failure."

"Not to mention whether there will be any punishment later, if the talent lost in the main world cannot be repaired, then the loss is not 01:30 points."

Lin Zian looked around and found that many big screens were broadcasting programs about the god of death.

Now, the god of death has changed from the original incarnation of justice to a synonym for evil.

However, most people don't know the existence of the Death Note. In the official propaganda, it is just a specific form that does not exist, but after holding it, it can have the unknown thing with the authority of the God of Death.