Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 92: Raising Your Voice to Show Justice (Part )
"Well, why don't you just quit your job and find another house to live in?"

Paul thought.

He took off his tight suit jacket, which was covered with a large wine stain. This was when he was doing business at a winery today. The owner of the winery was impatient and poured a can of wine on him. The boss who came with him was also a complete jerk. While smiling at the boss, he also picked up a can of wine and poured it on his head.

Fortunately, the deal was finally done, and my boss also promised to give me a few percentage points of the commission from this trip.

He casually stuffed his coat into the washing machine, which had already been through several cycles. Amid the creaking and shaking sounds, he lay on the bed in the low-rent apartment and let out a long groan of comfort.

The man couldn't help but miss the days a month ago.

At that time, I was very free. I could sleep wherever I wanted every day. I didn’t have the product indicators hanging over my head and pressing me every day. Unfortunately, the appearance of that person destroyed everything.

First, he killed someone near him. Actually, killing someone is not a big deal, because who hasn't seen a few dead people in Deep Moss District? But the guy actually said something like "whoever sees it gets a share" and stuffed a share of money into his pocket.

Shit... Giving money to strangers in Palose is either insane or has ulterior motives.

I had already planned to die suddenly within the next few days, but now more than a month has passed and nothing has happened?

Oh, neurosis.
However, with this money, I did rent a low-rent single room, bought a decent outfit, and successfully found a field job in an advertising company. But it was so tiring, and I felt that it might not be as good as the days of wandering.

But the man also understands that if he were asked to wander again, he probably wouldn't be willing to do so.

At least now, I can take a shower every day, eat a few hot meals, and sleep at night without pressing my butt against the wall or tightening my pants tightly.

Paul sighed again.

He tapped his temple, and an application called "Valhalla" opened in the field of vision of his implanted prosthetic eye - he had just got off work, so he watched a live broadcast to replenish his funds.

"North City First Shot" and "Outdoors (Trench Live) · Dadar" have not yet started broadcasting, but "Lydiast" has started broadcasting, but it is just singing and not playing games, so it is not interesting.

At this time, a live broadcast room in the same city of Palose with the label "Recently gaining popularity" came into view.

【Trial】?
Paul was slightly startled and clicked on it with some curiosity.

"—— Clande Gran, four years ago, in order to complete the expansion of a chemical plant under your name and reduce the cost of demolition, you instructed your subordinates to privately hire members of the Mangxue to violently evict the residents in the demolition area."

"After twelve residents died in succession, they were forced to agree to the demolition compensation contract you handed over at the right time, and you took over the area at a price far below the market price."

When I clicked in, the background of the live broadcast room was a dark space, with only a circle of light projected on a chair in the center. And on this chair, a man who was struggling desperately was tied up.

Reminded by the barrage, Paul finally realized who this person was - Cland Gran, a well-known entrepreneur in Palose.

At the same time, he is the boss of the boss of the boss of my current company!

But what really surprised him was the figure next to the chair.

It was not the man who was reading something aloud, but the other person next to him.

Even if the other person is wearing a mask.

But this figure that appeared in his dreams from time to time and was so familiar to him, this this this this this this isn't that someone? !

"—Wait! That wasn't me!"

Cland opened his eyes wide and shouted desperately: "And I have compensated it again after I knew the truth! You can't slander me!"

"Yes, you have made amends."

Harold's tone remained unchanged:
"After an investigative reporter exposed all this, you suddenly realized the truth and personally came forward to appease several residents and provide adequate compensation. This matter was even reported in the Palouse Daily as a positive example of praising conscientious entrepreneurs."

"But these are all fake," Harold said lightly.

"The investigative reporter was real, but you later successfully bribed him. The residents were real, but you secretly paid them extra money to lie for you, and the so-called compensation was limited to them - all of this was fake."

The moment she saw the figure that she had recognized as the "Sword of the Four Systems" not long ago, Maren stopped.

He stood in the crowd with a little surprise, looking at the huge display screen on the outer wall of the building above his head.

There is a live broadcast going on.

That person is the Enlightened One?
He actually did.
"Kland Gran, this is just one of your many crimes. You once drove your car late at night and killed several pedestrians in a row just to vent your feelings. You also sent someone to send a student who had just entered junior high school to the bed of the director of the Rota District Planning Department because of a trivial gesture at a cocktail party."

"There are many more, even things you can't remember."

“But we remember.”

A link address appeared on the screen of the live broadcast room at the appropriate time, leading to a temporary download platform marked with a compressed data package of "Clande Gran".

Looking at the scene in the live broadcast room, the Jackal, who had just taken a sip of wine in the classically decorated bar, was startled and choked.

As he pulled out a wet towel to wipe it, he secretly thought he was lucky.

Fortunately, I vaguely guessed something at the beginning and cut ties with the other party directly.

I can't get involved in the fight between Qiming people and the company.
"——No, I can't close it!"

In the brightly lit Palose City Hall, figures quickly shuttled in front of the screens. One person had half of his body pressed against the data board, his prosthetic eyes shining brightly. His tone was hurried and panicked: "Valhalla rejected our request to cut off the live broadcast room!"

"What's the reason?!"

"It said that the other party had just opened a platinum membership on the platform! And bought a large amount of promotion resource packages! According to our request, they will review the live broadcast content again, but before that, we have no right to make any more demands on them!"

"I'm in a hurry!"

Another city government employee was cursing and sweating all over, obviously shocked and angry.

A simple live broadcast of murder is of course nothing. There shouldn’t be too many of these things every day. You can find them on the Internet with a little effort. At most, you will have to pay a membership-limited threshold fee.

But the problem is that the target of the live murder this time was "Clande Gran".

——Even though the other party took the lead and joined others to secretly promote the march not long ago, causing the city government to suffer a heavy loss. But the city government has never been a monolithic entity, and some people in it have also made a lot of money from this.

They didn't want Cland to die suddenly.

Even if we put all this aside, a well-known local entrepreneur was kidnapped for unknown reasons and his so-called "trial" was broadcast live on the Internet - the impact this has had is too terrible!
If Palose wants to attract investment in the future, this will be a good handle for investors to take advantage of the situation!

"Can you confirm where the Klanders are right now? What is the Security Bureau doing? And what does Emerald Pharmaceuticals say?!"

"Technicians are still trying to crack and locate the problem. There should be results soon! Security Bureau"

The man's voice suddenly changed.

"Hmm? Then what? Why don't you say anything——"

The other party swallowed, looked at the message that suddenly popped up, and said in a trembling voice.

"Emerald Pharmaceuticals said that the 'Ice Type' troops have been dispatched."

(End of this chapter)