Chapter 385: Board Meeting Room (Two Chapters in One, Please Subscribe, Collect, and Vote Monthly)

"Who, go away, don't stand there, didn't you hear me?"

The mercenary raised his gun and cocked the bolt.

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

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

The mercenary showed a contemptuous smile, raised his gun and aimed it at the figure, his finger on the trigger.

boom--

With the sound of gunshots.

The mercenary watched blankly as his body fell forward, bright red blood sputtering out like a fountain.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

Panic roars and chaotic gunshots reached his ears.

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

His head seemed to be separated from his body.

A hazy darkness began to form in his eyes, 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.

The last thing that echoed in his ears was the clear and dense sound of gunshots, like scattering beans.

At the moment of impending 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, taking away the lives of those who were shot one after another.

When the blood splashed down like rain, the mercenaries who fired wantonly in the hope of getting the pleasure of massacre felt the fear coming from deep in their hearts.

"Stay in formation! Stay in formation! Don't be afraid, he is 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 at him.

Just with this simple look, his body trembled, and the turbid yellow liquid soaked his trousers and went down his trouser legs.

"Ahhh!"

He raised the gun in his hand, as if he had lost the ability to speak, and the sharp scream was the only way he could soothe his fear. He rushed towards the formation of the mercenaries who had not yet recovered, and rushed madly towards the crowd.

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

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

The escaping mercenary staggered and fell to the ground.

Blood poured from his back.

However, the officer's suppression had no effect. The sharp scream just now awakened the fear in the hearts of one soldier after another.

They either put down their guns and squatted there holding their heads in despair, or they fled in panic.

An officer raised his reinforced submachine gun and pointed it at the mercenary fleeing 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 pierced his heart.

He Ao pulled out his dagger, looked at the mercenaries in front of him who had been defeated after several waves of attacks, put away his dagger, picked up the officer's submachine gun on the ground, and walked towards the door of the mining consortium building.

The warrior's ability is that as the battle continues, he can greatly arouse the fear in the enemy's heart and stimulate their most fearful memories. ’

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

However, He Ao only charged in a circle, and the entire mercenary army fell into a rout.

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.

Hundreds per dozen.

Although he is reckless, he is indeed strong.

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

"Sniper, sniper, do it quickly, you are so far away, he can't hit you with his sword! Kill him, kill him, don't let him come over."

A violent roar came from the intercom on his chest.

The sniper was not affected by the noisy sound. His hand was steady and he moved the muzzle of the gun little by little.

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

Add wind speed to calculate ballistic trajectory...

He raised the muzzle of the gun slightly, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This would be a perfect headshot.

His finger was on the trigger.

boom--

His movements paused, and bright red flowers bloomed from the back of his head. The huge impact caused his body to fall backwards, and the out-of-control sniper rifle dropped weakly.

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He Ao threw the reinforced submachine gun with the empty magazine in his hand on the ground, and the hot muzzle made a sizzling sound with the blood on the ground.

Just because he didn't use a firearm doesn't mean he doesn't know how to use one.

He put his hands on his waist and grasped the hilt of the dagger.

Entering the door is a front lobby, but at this moment there is no one at the front desk. There is only a man with a big belly wearing the uniform of a mercenary regiment officer, who is pressing the intercom anxiously.

"Sniper, sniper, where are the people? They eat what I do all day long, and when the critical moment comes, people don't respond. They are trash, they are all trash."

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

The man stiffened. He raised his head and looked at the quiet but slightly crazy young man in front of him. He looked at the blood on the young man's cheek and swallowed.

He pointed to the corridor beside him tremblingly, "Go to the end and take the elevator to the top floor, the seventy-second 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 when he was aiming, the young man's back suddenly disappeared, and his body trembled.

"Excuse me," a gentle voice came from beside him again at this time, "Excuse me again, where is the computer room in this building?"

"Downstairs," the man wiped the sweat from his face, put away the gun in his hand, and said with a smile, "little toys, little toys,"

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

"OK, thanks."

The young man thanked politely again and walked to the corridor.

This time the man did not 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 pulled out his dagger, and the man behind him covered his heart, stiffened, and fell forward to the ground.

The young man's figure walked towards the corridor step by step and disappeared 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 it and went down to the first floor.

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

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

It took Eve two minutes to crack the computer room.

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

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

The elevator has most likely been physically damaged.

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

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

Then he left the computer room and started walking upstairs along the fire escape.

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The first person on the list is on the thirteenth floor, 1303. He is a man in his fifties with a rich figure.

Ho Ao knocked on his office door.

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

In the following years, he has been engaged in cleaning out dishonest "staff" for the mining consortium, which involves not only miners, but also workers in the machinery factories of the mining consortium and construction workers in construction companies.

His tricks are also very diverse.

In addition to the methods he learned from the mayor to force people to die, he also developed loan sharking for workers' children, attracted workers to get access to 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 people.

Some methods have even become textbook-level methods within the mining consortium because of their strong replicability, and are circulated to other executives to imitate.

He Ao knocked on the door three times, and the door opened.

This well-built man was surprised when he saw He Ao at first sight, then glanced at the mercenary who was lying 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 with the name 'Rock City's Top Ten Philanthropists', and then there were some charitable donation certificates surrounding it, almost filling 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 fifties, with a good figure and a kind face, stood in front of his desk and poured coffee beans into the coffee machine. "I have been committed to charity over the years. You have also seen these plaques and Each certificate has a specific signature from the issuer and cannot be faked.”

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

He Ao nodded slightly, turned around, and seemed ready 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 did not turn his body, but held the pistol in his left hand, stretched the muzzle from his right side to the back, and pointed it at He Ao.

boom--

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

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

Next, 1507.

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As the killings continued, more and more people learned about 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 had walked out of.

The building has three fire escapes.

Every time He Ao reaches a floor, he will block the other two fire escapes.

So he would meet everyone who came downstairs.

In such a panic environment, it was not that no one came downstairs. He Ao did not take the initiative to kill people. Sometimes when he encountered a crowded crowd, he would directly walk on the railing to make way for them.

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

He Ao will usually give this kind of person a chance.

Give him a chance to kill He Ao.

All the deserving executives that He Ao has met so far have seized this opportunity.

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

The entire stairwell was unusually quiet, with only the sound of He Ao's footsteps echoing emptyly.

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69th floor

No one.

It has been thirteen consecutive floors without meeting anyone.

He Ao glanced above his head.

It looked like something was waiting for him upstairs.

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

He tapped the ceiling lightly.

The echoing sound of thump echoed in his ears.

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

There are people up there.

Without hesitation, he punched the ceiling above his head.

Along with a roaring sound, countless rubbles flew out.

He Ao clawed at the opened hole, peeling away the hard steel bars like straw, passed through the ceiling, and jumped to the 70th floor.

The 70th floor is very empty and seems to be used as an entertainment venue.

When He Ao looked up, he could see dozens of heavily armed city defense soldiers surrounding the fire exit, preparing to surprise those who came up.

And around He Ao, there were executives who were famous on He Ao's list one after another.

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

A knee-jerk response from some executives.

The city defense soldier guarding the fire escape glanced back at He Ao, then turned his head and continued to stare at the fire escape entrance.

Then the next second, everyone's eyes were focused on He Ao with a gentle smile.

The entire space fell into an eerie silence at this moment.

"ah!!!"

"It's that madman!!!"

"He's coming up!!!"

"Help! Help!"

"Shoot! Shoot!"

The executives around He Ao all ran away in panic, and the city defense troops quickly surrounded He Ao.

Hearing these words, He Ao frowned, what does a 'madman' mean? Do I look like a madman?

When he frowned like this, a few of the slow-running executives stumbled on their feet and turned from running to rolling. They staggered forward and rolled several times before standing up again with difficulty.

"Damn, this is no place for you to act wild."

A loud shout came from behind.

He Ao turned his head and saw an officer with an upright face and a big belly walking towards him.

He Ao remembered this man, the former deputy commander of the 107th Division and the current chief of staff of the city defense army, Tolet.

The records of the mining consortium contain the glorious history of this gentleman.

He liked little girls, and had killed several innocent girls, and then the mining consortium helped him finish it off - forcing the victim's whole family to death... not all of them were killed, the good-looking ones were sold to honey Rani.

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

The sweatshop that captures wilderness wanderers in Morningside City can be regarded as a gentle and humble little sheep in front of the mining consortium.

When they taste the benefits of using dirty methods and are not punished, they will become accustomed to dirty methods and think that this is what the world gives them for granted.

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

"I thought you were so powerful, but you were just a timid 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 violent breath spurted out.

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

"Wait a minute," He Ao put his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist and looked at Tolle calmly, "Which foot did you step on just now?"

Tolle paused, 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."

A berserker, but a coward at heart.

It's not even like how He met the one in the main world.

"I just," He Ao glanced at General Tolley and held the hilt of the sword.

A figure like a violent wind came suddenly and met with the red sword light.

He Ao's body remained in place, making no movement.

Tolé stood behind He Ao, his eyes wide open, and bright red blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth. He opened his mouth, but was unable to speak and fell down weakly.

His body was arched together in pain, like a pecking chicken.

He Ao put away his sword and finished what he had just unfinished.

"I don't like attacking those who put their right foot first."

He turned around and walked past Torre's body.

Howe did not kill Torre, but merely destroyed his internal organs and shattered his bones.

Class C is not that easy to die. He will lie here, tortured by pain bit by bit, feeling his slow death.

He Ao raised his head, looked at the frightened city defense troops and the remaining executives, and said softly, "I only kill guilty people."

"ah!"

A young city defense soldier glanced at him in horror, dropped the gun in his hand, and staggered out of the fire escape.

He Ao didn't stop him.

The remaining city defense troops collapsed in an instant, threw away their guns and ran downstairs.

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

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

The next second, a bright red flower splashed out in front of him.

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

Bright red flowers bloomed one after another in this small space.

It's like stepping into a rose garden in the dead of night.

Accompanied by the sound of bodies falling, He Ao walked up to a young man who looked to be in his twenties.

The man was the last survivor. He did not make any attacks. He cried bitterly and 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 go." Pass me, please let me go."

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

The young man looked at He Ao's back and slowly took out a Gauss pistol from his arms with a fierce look on his face.

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

He Ao stared at the young man's surprised face with calm eyes.

This young man was the one who dealt with the families of the ‘victims’ for Tollet.

"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 nearby, took out a piece of paper towel, wiped the dirty blood on the sword, and then sheathed the sword.

Go to the fire escape.

Blood stained the ornate floor.

There is no one on the 71st floor.

There is only one room on the 72nd floor, the top floor.

Board room.

He pushed open the door to the conference room.

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Well, more than 5,000 words... I still haven't finished it, and I will finish it in an extra update tomorrow!