Social terror players, forced to become king

The blonde woman was sitting in a yellow Lamborghini, and she parked the car in an inconspicuous corner of the forest.

A dispensable cigarette was held between his slender fingers.She half-opened the car window, waiting boredly for Qi Gongcheng to come out of it.

However, two hours passed without any movement in the forest.

Instead, the phone rang.

Belmode stubbed out the cigarette butt, took out his mobile phone, and it was the boy's call.

"It's over? I changed the location of the car, and I will send you the location." The woman said.

"No." The clear voice of the young man on the other side revealed a strange calmness, as if something was being suppressed, "You go up the mountain now."

"What?" Belmode frowned, faintly feeling that it was unusual.

"Boss is looking for you." Qi Gongcheng said.

The blond woman wanted to ask, but at this time, an email message came from the mobile phone at the right time, which was from the gentleman, dispelling her doubts.

Belmode returned to the mountain the same way.

The moment the boss's office door opened, Absinthe stopped, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

In the target scene, the boss is lying on the table, not knowing whether he is alive or dead.The silver-gray boy was sitting on a solid wood desk, holding a gun belonging to the boss, raising his arms and aiming at the door.

The muzzle of the gun was directed at the visitor's head.

"Throw away all the weapons on your body." Taking off all disguises, revealing a face that eclipsed everything around him, the young man lazily added the second half of the sentence, "Sharon."

His voice has already brought a little maturity, and the tall and thin appearance sitting on the desk already has the unique aura of young people.

Belmode, who recognized the status quo, spread out his hands and raised them, indicating that he was harmless.

"What did you do to Mister?" She couldn't help but ask, her eyes glanced behind the desk.

"You don't want to know." Qi Gongcheng smiled, watching the woman remove the knives, guns and other items hidden on her body one by one.

The woman squatted down and unbuttoned her boots, her long blond hair hanging down blocked her expression and movements for a moment.

In the next second, she suddenly jumped up vigorously, holding a small silver gun in her hand.

Qi Gongcheng barely moved, swung his forearm, and lightly released his finger on the trigger, and a bullet hit the gun held by the woman accurately, and grazed her hand.

The silver pistol immediately swung an arc in the air, landed on the ground in the distance and spun several times before stopping.

For him who is already "proficient in firearms" at this time, the bullets can already hit a hundred shots, let alone such a short distance.

Belmode snorted and covered his wrist, feeling a little embarrassed for a while.

The bullet still scratched her hand, and also numb her wrist.

She half-kneeled on the ground, raised her head and looked up at the young man who was still sitting there carelessly. She recalled in a trance many years ago, and her husband was also like this, looking at her who was forced to take medicine and would never be able to live, grow old, get sick and die like ordinary people.

"So, what does Lord Qigong want to do?" He didn't mind his embarrassed and messy appearance, the attack just now seemed to be an ordinary fight.The woman was half-kneeling on the spot, and suddenly stroked her hair, and pulled out a charming smile, trying to seize the initiative.

"I just almost suspected that you have two minds about the organization, so I used the instructions of the boss before he died to test it out a little." Qi Gongcheng didn't even look at her, just played with the old one in his hand, but still Well-maintained guns,

"What?" Belmode's expression was stiff, apparently he did not expect that the other party would kill Mr. directly.

She looked like she couldn't believe it.

"Mr. suddenly felt unwell, so under the witness of absinthe, he gave the letter of succession to Makoto Qigong in advance." The young man jumped down from the table, both his tone and expression were treacherous. Holding a white envelope, "Subsequently, Mr. passed away unfortunately, leaving me to inherit the position of leader."

He talked about the unnecessary process.

Belmode, who learned of his husband's death, stood up as if he had lost his soul, walked forward, and rested his trembling fingertips on the pulse of the neck of the man lying on the chair.

There was no movement.

Mr. really died.

The husband who raised her and destroyed her with his own hands.

Sorrow and joy intertwined in her heart, but mixed with an empty state of mind.

A piece of white cardboard suddenly appeared in the line of sight, and it was printed with bronzing patterns that belonged to Mr. Organization.

Impossible words were written on the familiar font.

"...There are a lot of things...it is scheduled today...to pass on the entire organization to Nangongcheng..."

"It's impossible." Belmode said suddenly, but the handwriting on it really belonged to Mr.

"Nothing is impossible." Makoto Qigong said lightly, "The truth is what I have told you. Are you willing to cooperate, Sharon?"

The blond woman was silent.

For the husband and the organization, she followed mysticism on the surface, but she was suffering from contradictions in her heart.The organization is her belonging, and it is also a shadow she cannot escape.

"I was at the seaside that day. Actually, I took Shirley there after watching the whole thing." Makoto Qigong said, watching Belmode suddenly raised his head after hearing this sentence.

The original expression of despair also disappeared for a while.

"Your attitude towards the fbi does not have the reputation of a degenerate organization, but why do you keep your hands on Edogawa Conan dressed as Haibara Ai, including Mao Lilan who crawled out of the trunk, you have been stopping Calva Doss shot."

The other party's unhurried words made Belmode's expression turn pale inch by inch.

She forced a smile: "It's just that I don't want to cause extra problems..."

"There's no need to explain." Makoto Qigong saw her embarrassment, and couldn't help but be more curious about her relationship with the two, and even risked betraying the organization, "You already know the identity of Kudo Shinichi, right? A superfluous excuse There is no need."

"This is a fair deal." Qi Gongcheng pressed the woman's stiff shoulders, and said calmly, "I won't get into your protection of those two young girls, you are testifying for my succession .how?"

After a while, Belmode lowered his head and responded to these words.

Only then did Qi Gongcheng heave a sigh of relief, and he didn't dare to move his hand on Sister Bei's body.

This boss was not a sign of the enemy when he first met more than ten years ago. He probably became abnormal since he came back from the dead.He has gone through all the materials in the study, and the content about organizing illegal human experiments naturally exists in it. The sample called "miracle" is just himself and the organization's only successful attempt to bring the dead back to life.

Enduring the sticky eyes of the red name is already very uncomfortable, and the other party still wants to let me go to the laboratory to draw blood, and also wants me to stop going to school and stay in the organization.

In the interstellar era, human experimentation is also a research category that is spurned, and almost everyone shouts and beats it.So hearing the other party's outrageous request, Qi Gongcheng finally gritted his teeth and exchanged three "Command Spells" from the system mall.

Any object can be assigned to obey its own three commands.

——Of course, ordering the other party to obey all your orders is not allowed by the rules.

Qi Gongcheng gave three orders.

"Tell me all the secrets in the organization, the passwords of all safes, and the storage places of all secret materials."

"Write the letter of succession to let me inherit the organization, and announce it to all members."

"You cannot be resurrected after death."

After completing these three things, Qi Gongcheng simply took off the cover on his face, activated "Gaze at the Prey", and gave the red-named boss an eternal death.

However, if the boss of the organization dies, as a young successor, there must be quite a few people below him who are unwilling to obey his command, and power needs to be grasped as soon as possible.

Belmode is the first controller chosen by Makoto Qigong.

She has a high status in the organization, seniority is old enough, and she is also the most important woman of the husband. Let her be the witness of the succession, which can effectively block the doubts of other members.Even if he knew that there was something tricky in this vigorous and vigorous transposition, he could only endure it for the time being.

As for the others, Qi Gongcheng hasn't figured it out yet.

——After all, he killed Mr. and usurped the throne on a temporary basis.

After urgently purchasing Command Seals from the mall, Qi Gongcheng's survival point, which was not rich in the first place, suddenly dropped to a precarious two hours.

Therefore, Qigong Makoto will put his hand on Belmode's shoulder, just to survive.Otherwise, instead of being killed by the red name, he would be exhausted by life, that would be a shame.

"Does the news of Mr.'s death need to be passed on to other people?" Belmode managed to manage her expression reluctantly. It seemed that the ease of a big star had returned, and she asked the young leader of the organization for advice.

"Temporarily block the news, and I will personally notify a very small number of core members." Makoto Qigong said, "Mr. really needs to be buried decently. But if the news leaks, it will easily cause organizational chaos."

"As for the cause of death..."

"Probably because I'm old, my husband unfortunately died of a heart attack." Makoto Qigong made a final decision, "I believe Absinthe will handle this matter for me."

The boss' body was placed flat in the freezer in the laboratory next door, covered with a white cloth.

Belmode was directed by Nangong Makoto to leave this residence, while he himself was looking around in the boss's study, all the secrets in the organization.He needs to master it as soon as possible.

While checking the information, Qi Gongcheng turned on the silent cell phone, and found that it was an email from Qin Jiu not long ago, asking if he had finished meeting Mr.

Of course it was over, and it ended with this gentleman.

Qi Gongcheng stared at the mail in front of him, and thought for a while, with Qin Jiu's loyalty to the organization, would he mind his usurping the throne, and then kill himself?

The player glanced at his still precarious survival point, and replied to an email from the other party.

"Boss is dead, come quickly."

Behind the window of a high-rise building, Gin put away his sniper rifle, followed by Wannian's vodka wearing sunglasses.

Without any suspense, the objective of the task on the opposite side has been resolved.

The inconspicuous vibration in his pocket made his dark green eyes narrow slightly.

"Let's go." Putting away his gun, he said to his followers, the long black windbreaker draped a cold arc in the air.

It wasn't until he got on the return bus that the killer with long silver hair turned on his mobile phone and checked the content of the message. The moment he saw the words clearly, his pupils constricted instantly.

The atmosphere in the car suddenly changed.

"Brother, what happened?" Vodka, who had been with Gin all the year round, asked suddenly.

"It's okay." Gin said, "You stop at the intersection ahead, and then go back to the nearby safe house."

"Myself?" Vodka had just asked, before realizing that he had said something nonsense.

He parked the car on the side of the road and got out of the car.

Vodka watched Gin open the car door, sat in his original seat, and drove the car away, feeling a little confused for a while.