The end of the world: I can do whatever I want to anyone

Jin Gong took off his gold-rimmed glasses and wiped the lenses with a special cloth: "It's a bother, but it's okay."

"Oh, I have something to tell you." Sima Ming said in a low voice while sitting opposite the desk.

"Please say."

"It just happened." Sima Ming explained the details of the situation and expressed his concerns.

Jin Gong put on his gold-rimmed glasses again and said, "I just heard from my assistant that you don't have to worry."

"But now Zhuo Ling can no longer be contacted, and I have sent people to check on the situation. I believe that there will be news back soon."

"Oh? I can't contact Zhuo Ling?" Jin Gong exclaimed in surprise. Could there be any changes to the white mist he developed?

Sima Ming nodded. Since he couldn't get in touch with the person, and hearing the terrifying shouting, it was hard not to think of something.

"Then let's wait a little longer, just in case the other party is just busy."

"I hope so."

Jin Gong patted Sima Ming on the shoulder and said, "Chairman, at your age, you still stay up late with us young people. We really admire you."

"We are all working for the great cause of rebirth. It doesn't matter if we endure a little hardship. I just hope Director Jin can develop better weapons to defeat the enemy."

"Master, please be at ease. The research and development of weapons will not stop, and only stronger ones will be released in the future."

Sima Ming immediately smiled and said, "Thank you, Director Jin. Please also thank the president for me."

"Speaking of the president, I just have to go back to report on my work. Do you want to come with me?" Jin Gong asked with a smile.

Sima Ming paused for a moment, then a smile reappeared on his face: "If I leave at this point, I'm afraid it will shake people's hearts, so I had to ask Director Jin to help me pass on the message."

"During this extraordinary period, the president will not blame you."

"Thank you. If you're fine, I'll leave first."

"Master, go to bed early and don't overwork yourself."

"Director Jin, the same goes for you." Sima Ming stood up and left.

As soon as the door was closed, Jin Gong rubbed his forehead. Zhuo Ling had lost contact, so it seemed that something really happened.

After pondering for a while, Jin Gong arranged for his own special helicopter to wait, and took away some copies of experimental data from the office without leaving any trace.

Because Jin Gong suspected that Zhuo Ling had encountered Number Nine. If he really had encountered Number Nine, then these people would definitely not be able to hold on. After all, Number Nine had gone through countless resistance experiments.

If it is fake, I will fly back and continue my research.

After making up his mind, Jin Gong arranged for his assistants to carry on with everything as usual, while he himself got on a helicopter and left.

Sima Ming, who was riding a 28-inch bicycle, stopped at the edge of the road, looked up at the helicopter taking off from the roof, his face looking a little solemn.

Just then, the communicator rang.

Sima Ming took out a communicator, which was the company's brand communicator.

"Have you found anyone?"

"Master, there is nothing here, only a scorched earth."

"What?! Are you sure you found the right one?" Sima Ming shouted sternly, panic seemed to spread in his heart.

"Yes, it's right here. I used to buy tea here often. It can't be wrong."

"Where's that person? There must be a house!"

There was a sudden silence on the phone.

"Hey?"

"Hey?"

However, a young man's voice sounded.

"Hey."

Sima Ming was stunned: "Who are you?"

"You should be a member of the Rebirth Society. Did you hear the message I sent you? Enjoy the remaining time, have a good meal with your friends, have a pool party and let your hair down? Get ready to hit the road."

Upon hearing this, Sima Ming knew that Zhuo Ling's mission had failed, but why did it fail? The experimental results would not lie.

"who are you?"

"You'll know at 23 o'clock tomorrow night. By the way, there are still 13 hours, 34 minutes and seconds left. If you run now, you'll still make it. Hahahaha."

Listening to the devilish laughter coming from the communicator, Sima Ming couldn't help but tremble all over, feeling like he was not a human at all.

No, no, this is a conspiracy against me, trying to disintegrate my great team.

This must not be allowed to happen.

Take out the communicator and send it to Jin Gong.

"Director Jin, Zhuo Ling's team is indeed gone, even though the entire county is left with only a charred mess."

Jin Gong thought to himself that his guess was correct. This was the ability of Number Nine. Although he chose a nearby city, how could he meet her? This was too unlucky. But it didn’t matter. Number Nine would come and wipe out everything, and the chairman would not know these things.

"Is it that serious? President, just tell me what you want."

"I'm worried that ten o'clock tomorrow night is not just a casual statement, so I want the president to send some people over."

"Okay, I will definitely tell the president what the leader said. No matter whether it is true or not, I will do my best to call someone over."

The leader was filled with gratitude and promised, "On the day of rebirth, no one will forget Director Jin's contribution. You will stand at the highest point with me."

Jin Gong showed a trace of contempt at the corner of his mouth, and said: "Thank you, Mr.

After hanging up the phone, Jin Gong called his boss, the general manager.

"Boss Wu, No. 9 should arrive in Wufeng City tomorrow night."

Wu Bingbing was silent for a few seconds: "Are you sure? One hundred percent?"

"No, but nine times out of ten."

"How are you doing now?"

"All the experimental data were taken away, and what was left were irrelevant things."

Wu Bingbing sighed: "Okay, let me think about it."

"Boss Wu, do you want to notify the company to bring No. 9 back? I think the chances are great."

"Then I'll send you?"

"Mr. Wu, you're joking. I'm just a smart guy. It's better to leave such a dangerous job to someone else."

After a brief conversation, Wu Bingbing did not report the situation to the company. If he really killed the person, it would be considered murder to silence him. If he was just talking nonsense, she could continue to work.

At this time, the leader will not tell everyone the truth, but just let the defense team be fully prepared for the confrontation, no matter whether the other party is real or fake.