After clearing the game, I became the villain BOSS

More than an hour later, Qiling and Ariwule came back.

I saw Ariwule carrying various shopping bags in his hands, several women's bags hanging around his neck, a large bag of uneaten snacks under his elbow, and carrying an oversized bag won by a shopping mall lottery behind his back. Stupid bear doll.

He unloaded the things on the table and went directly to the sofa. He pulled off his tie and fanned himself. His eyes were hollow and he said: "Boss, please don't let me do this job next time. Shopping with a woman is better than special training for internal guards." tired."

Qi Ling stuck out her tongue and smiled like a bad cat.

Su Mo and Zhao Yiming were sitting on the sofa drinking tea. The relationship between the two seemed to be much more familiar than at the beginning. They were talking and laughing about some anecdotes of recent days. Seeing Ariwu Le looking so tired, they both Laughed.

Qi Ling sat on Su Mo's sofa, lay on his lap, and asked lazily: "Have we finished talking? How was it?"

Su Mo nodded with satisfaction: "We had a great conversation. Mr. Zhao's magnanimity and broadmindedness really make this junior admire him."

Qi Ling took a strand of hair and played with it on her fingertips, then asked casually: "What's next? What should we do?"

Zhao Yiming shook the tea cup, stared at the clear liquid in the cup, and smiled: "Next, let's watch a show with me."

"Ariwule, go give the order to the "Wildfire Internal Guards" and it's time for the Fools' Society to disappear from this world. "

The afternoon is always so lazy, the sun is shining warmly, making people want to take a nap.

Working at the High-tech Park Public Security Bureau is a nice job.

There are not as many border people living here as in the Rusty Wall District, and there are very few vicious security cases.

It's not like the Hubin business district where the second generation of wealthy officials and wealthy people run around everywhere. If you don't pay attention while on duty, you will offend someone you can't afford to offend.

There are many white-collar workers in high-tech parks who are greedy for money. They usually earn seemingly high wages, but in fact they are powerless. They will just swallow their anger when faced with any fine.

If you have nothing to do, you can make a fortune from these "golden pigs" and use it to enrich your own treasury, and your life will not be too happy.

This is something Director Al acquiesces to, and because of this, the sheriffs all love this great branch director very much. He is much better than the internally harsh chief of the general bureau.

At the front desk of the Public Security Bureau of the High-tech Park, two police officers on duty were bored and scrolling through their mobile phones. From time to time, they shared the short videos of beauties they saw with each other, and they made vulgar and pornographic remarks together.

At this time, a tall figure walked in outside the door.

This was a bearded man, wearing a black windbreaker, holding a rough heavy shotgun in his hand, and walked into the station as if no one was watching.

This behavior was so outrageous that the police officers on duty were stunned for a full second before they could react.

The young police officer quickly pulled out his gun and warned sternly: "What are you doing? Put the gun away."

Before he could finish his words, the elderly police officer suddenly rushed over and pushed him down.

The elderly sheriff held his hand tightly, not even daring to raise his head, and yelled in a low voice with cold sweat on his face: "Are you blind?! Didn't you see that was the wildfire person?!"

The young sheriff looked subconsciously and discovered that the man was wearing a flame-shaped armband on the side of his arm.

As we all know, the Hefei Company has four elite troops.

The "Razor Rapid Reaction Force" has the largest number of people and is the most commonly used in daily tasks, but it is also the lowest status.

Leaders with some authority can wield a razor. They have endless dirty work to do every day. They are the "cow horses" among the elite, and they are in the fourth class.

The "Wildfire Internal Guard" is different. They are part of the special service establishment and have a very small number of people. They are exclusively used by the number one and number two figures in the branches of major cities.

The threshold for joining Razor is that the blood code reaches "upgrade to low level", and its main focus is "cheap and large in quantity".

If you want to join Wildfire, apart from the tedious assessment and background checks, your strength must at least reach the "low-level beyond limit". Everyone is beyond the Alpha Team of Counter-Violence Class Four.

Moreover, unlike Razor, who has a high-profile image that appears all over the world, Wildfire is usually very low-key and rarely shows up.

But once Wildfire is dispatched, it is not just a simple military operation. There must be some kind of signal sent by a big shot to the outside world behind it. Drastic changes can only happen overnight.

In front of such a mysterious character, the two police officers were so frightened that they did not dare to express their anger. They could only watch the bearded man walking into the police station.

The bearded man carried a heavy shotgun and walked through the corridor to the administrative office area.

Some of the police officers here were playing with their mobile phones at their workstations, and some were drinking tea and chatting. The appearance of the uninvited guests made them all stunned, and there was silence.

The bearded man looked at the nearest female sheriff, took out a photo of Al from his arms, and showed it to her.

The female sheriff's lips trembled like a frightened deer, and she said in a trembling voice: "The director. The director is having a meeting over there in the No. 2 conference room."

"Click." The bearded man loaded the heavy shotgun and slowly walked towards the No. 2 conference room.

Wherever they passed, the police officers moved out of the way under the invisible aura. They were all covered in cold sweat. Not to mention stepping forward to stop him, they didn't even have the courage to ask more questions.

The bearded man opened the door to Conference Room No. 2 and strode in.

More than a dozen important officials from the Hubin Business District Public Security Bureau gathered here to discuss a major case.

Director Al was sitting in the main seat. He was stunned when he saw the visitor: "You are."

The bearded man aimed at Al and pulled the trigger.

"Oh!"

Al's head was shattered by a large lead bullet, and blood spattered on the wall behind him in a radial pattern, like a scarlet flower blooming.

"Ah!!!" In an instant, there were screams in the conference room, and the other dignitaries scrambled to hide under the table, huddled there at a loss.

The bearded man left the conference room, looked at a police officer with a frightened face, and said calmly: "What are you looking at? Collect the body."

After speaking, he took the heavy shotgun and left through the main entrance of the Public Security Bureau.

Anmi New District Tunnel, the special car of Sha Ya, chairman of the "Huahuo Foundation", drives here.

Sha Ya was sitting in the back seat, talking on the phone with a solemn expression: "Fight to the end? Are you kidding me? Have you watched the news? Zhao Yiming has already gone to the Edge Building!"

"How do I know where Su Mo got the ability to hire such a big shot! All I know is that Zhao Yiming has not come out since he entered the Edge Building for two hours!"

"Two hours! The only time I talked to Zhao Yiming, he only gave me three minutes! This time he gave Su Mo two hours. Do you know what this means?!"

"Stop talking nonsense to me, I don't want to be buried with you! I will go to the Edge Building now and explain the situation clearly to Su Mo and Zhao Yiming. Those things are all caused by Mammen and have nothing to do with me!"

After she finished speaking, she hung up the phone and leaned against the car window, holding her forehead, her face full of anxiety.

She looked at the tunnel lights flashing outside the window, clicked her tongue and said, "Drive faster."

The driver said cautiously: "The speed limit in the tunnel is 80, which is already the fastest."

Sha Ya was so angry that she yelled: "Are you a pig?! If you are told to be 80, you will be 80?! The camera can take pictures if you like. It's not like you can't pay the fine!"