who will you be

"That direction - the giant clock," Xu Guowen looked at the place where the fireworks rose, "it's time again." He once investigated the giant clock on a whim, and it was very clean, unusually clean.It is said that Ju Zhong has a mysterious behind-the-scenes boss, but it is only a rumor after all, no one has seen him.

"The world of the rich is incomprehensible." The skinny police officer standing next to him shook his head and picked up the pager. "Groups 1 and 3 are preparing to charge in, Group 4 is guarding the back door, and Group 2 is moving as planned. Over."

However, after the order was issued, the police officers did not see any action for a long time.They stood in place one by one, as if they were fixed.

The skinny police officer noticed the unusual situation and looked back at Xu Guowen.

Xu Guowen made a silent gesture, various possibilities emerged from his mind and overturned by himself, he stretched out his hand to open the car door.

The skinny police officer wiped the water stains on his face, he was shocked, and quickly spread his palms to show Xu Guowen.

The rain is blood red!

Xu Guowen was in doubt, thinking of the fireworks just now, his intuition told him that the giant clock might have something to do with this incident.But he still didn't know what it was.

Soon, his idea was confirmed.

The dull bell sounded from a distance, and there seemed to be an invisible ripple centered on the giant bell, slowly rippling away.

After a brief struggle of consciousness, Xu Guowen and the skinny police officer also had red eyes, their expressions were dull, and they mechanically joined the flow of people and walked towards the source of the sound waves.

Mocheng became quiet, quiet and eerie.In addition to the sound of bells, there is the sound of rain in the world, and the occasional noise subsides in an instant.People kept coming into the marching crowd from all directions, some wearing aprons, some wearing facial masks, some wearing pajamas, and some with white foam all over their heads...

The flow of people grew stronger and stronger, almost all the streets were full of people, the red light in their eyes was more dazzling than the neon lights on the left and right.

These flowing red lights flicker at a certain frequency and converge towards the giant clock, like blood flowing to the heart, or like a river of stars burning in the night sky.

This is the torrent of life.

No one knows what will happen when they reach the clock, just as no one knows why it happened.

Those who knew have died.

The giant clock building is full of dead bodies, and everywhere you see is a mess of blood and flesh.

In the conference room, a group of middle-aged men and women dressed as leaders sat, lay down, bent down, or looked up, with different expressions on their faces, mostly frightened and angry.Without exception, between their eyebrows, either left or right, there is a blood hole of the same size, and the blood is still wet.

A pair of military boots walked slowly, buckling loudly, stepping over scattered papers, corpses and uncoagulated blood, and stopped beside a chair.

The microphone lying on the table was lifted up, one hand in a black leather glove with fingerless fingers pressed the base, the other straightened the microphone and tapped it with the fingertips, and a sharp whistling sound suddenly resounded in the conference room.After the voice stopped, two thick lips came together, one opened and one closed: "Call work."

The international mercenary Red Wolf who was in charge of this removal operation was not as relaxed as he showed. When he walked into the office, he knew that things were far more complicated than he imagined.

When he pointed the gun at the white-haired old man in the meeting room with a back comb, he felt very uneasy.The old man seemed to see his hesitation for a moment, nodded to him and signaled to shoot, and then put on a frightened face.

Hesitation is the enemy's bullet, and it will kill him at any time, so he made a decision.

When he pulled the trigger, he knew that he was in a puzzle, and he might not have a chance to know the answer.

Entrusted by Sky Cage Company, he organized a team to clear out all the personnel in the Juzhong Building tonight. According to intelligence, the behind-the-scenes boss of Juzhong, who has always been secretive, will also appear in this emergency meeting.

The red wolves like to take orders from the big guys, because their tasks are more interesting.

But this action seems to be too funny, he recalled the words he thought he was funny in Tiancage Company, and smiled wryly.

He smiled and said after receiving the information from the person in charge of Tiancage: "You know what? There is a problem that has troubled me for a long time. I have been observing the surrounding situation since I haven't entered the company," he said. He took a step back, "The place where I am standing is the blind spot of all sniper spots," he said, and took out his car keys again, "And this is actually a launcher with a poisonous needle in it. The problem, is If I want to kill you now, who can stop me?"

After speaking, he stared into the eyes of the old man, if there was a trace of panic in those not so bright eyes, he might really try to kill him.It's definitely going to be the funniest thing he's ever done.

But the old man nodded with a smile and glanced at the red wolf.The moment he met the eyes of the old man, Red Wolf felt like a child being rewarded in front of an adult.The old man turned his chair and looked out the window, with his back to him.

"Thank you."

At that time, Red Wolf had no idea that the old man himself was the most important person on the kill list in this document.

Two of the world's top [-] companies actually belong to this old man!The decades-long business war legend between them turned out to be just a game of left and right?

Incredible.

Although he has always felt that life is like nothing, an ordinary or humble thing, but he really can't think of a reason for the old man to do so.Buying murder to kill oneself, and dying calmly, the story here is destined to be not simple.

If the giant bell and the sky cage are the two commercial empires of the provincial capital of Mocheng, then the old man is a veritable king.

Red Wolf once imagined that he shot a king at close range, imagining their expressions when they looked at the muzzle of the gun, and they were extremely happy.

Now that he really killed a king, the taste is far from it.He felt that he had been fooled, and he extremely suspected that the old man he killed tonight was a fake, a substitute or something.

So he took away the teacup that the old man drank in the meeting room as a trophy. There were fingerprints and blood splashed on the teacup, which should help his guess.

Sitting in the modified jeep, he didn't talk to the team members, not because he didn't want to, but because he didn't think it was necessary.They come from all over the world, and most of them don't make it past the second meeting.Getting acquainted with each other is just a sad thing in the end.

He kept telling himself that the person between the two bullets did not need such emotions.

He leaned his head back in the seat, trying to relax himself.There have been a lot of murders in Mo Chengcheng recently, and those who died were all important people.The stock prices of enterprises in the city are all in the green, and the city's GDP has dropped again and again. Cao Wei, the mayor, is afraid that he will move his ass.

Cao Wei has been the mayor of Mozambique for many years. He has made remarkable achievements in loosening finances, attracting investment, engaging in construction, stimulating production, promoting consumption, and ensuring employment.Not talking about hard work, but generally a doer.It's just that the government got too close to the enterprise after putting down its arrogance.

In any case, if there were no such troubles, Cao Wei's position as governor would still be very promising.Could it be special care from political opponents?No, he shook his head quickly, the price would be too high if things were revealed, it would not be worth it.They are all ghosts and ghosts, so the account of this business is still clear.The more you have, the more careful you are.

As soon as the news comes out tomorrow, Mocheng will be completely collapsed.The empire has fallen, it is better not to return to this hometown in the future.

boom!A firecracker whizzed up to the sky, penetrated into the clouds, exploded at the place where the whistle was hidden, and bloomed into a blood-red flower.

Fireworks went off one after another in the giant clock building, but there were no living people there, so it should be a set procedure.

What were you trying to celebrate?Like the previous practice, celebrate the net profit and break the new barrier?

Now it should be the firing of guns at the funeral.

It was raining, and the bell immediately remembered that the red wolf was restless in the car.

Until his eyes glowed red...

Beside the street in the suburbs, an old beggar was squatting in the narrow earth temple, the red light in his eyes was flickering, and he was muttering: "The sky is going to change, the sky is going to change..."

There are still many people around Meaux who missed this gorgeous fireworks, such as the patients who were infused with oxygen in the hospital. They are lucky or unlucky.

In the morning after the rain, those who participated in the carnival last night will wake up one after another in their respective homes.Some remember something, others have no memory of it.They will go to work, travel, visit relatives and friends according to their own schedules, and no one will disrupt their daily life because of the fragmentary memories of last night, which are both real and unreal.

People in this forest are very busy, they don't have time to share their dreams, and few people are willing to listen.You can cry anywhere in the city, no one will bother you, and no one will bother you.

Of course, there may be accidents in everything, and sometimes there are too many accidents.

"Come on, sit down, let's go early after eating while there is no one else." Sister Zhang served pickled noodles and broth, "It seems to have rained last night, so you didn't get drenched."

The bearded old beggar stopped gobbling, sucked the snot in, and smiled silly at her with his mouth open, with a strip hanging from the corner of his mouth, swinging in the cold winter wind.

Sister Zhang smiled and shook her head, then sighed suddenly, suppressed her smile, and continued to work with her head down.

"I said big girl, you are probably the only one in this city who treats him like this." An aunt said with a packed breakfast, her eyes were still a little jealous, "Mr. Liu almost treated her as a Buddha offering." It’s caught, but it’s not that they ran out, some people just don’t know what’s good or bad.”

"Sister, you can't say that. Alas, they are all poor people." Sister Zhang didn't look up.

"They are all poor people." The aunt repeated, and left with a big bag of buns, fried dough sticks and soy milk.

Sister Zhang glanced at the backs of them leaving one after another, one to the left and one to the right.One is carrying a heavy load, the other is alone.With a burden to move forward steadily, the footsteps are light and careless.

She suddenly missed her child.

Pick up Qiangzi early today, don't keep him waiting at school for so long.

As soon as the two guests left, there was no one on the street.There should be no chance to see the overcrowded scene last night.

Let's say that the eldest sister rushed home after buying breakfast. There are not many people in the family, but everyone has different tastes.Those who eat rice noodles, steamed stuffed buns, noodles, and porridge all have a headache when they wake up every day thinking about preparing so many things.I thought I could enjoy a few days of happiness after retiring from the unit, alas, I worked hard.

The alleys are deep, and the sun cannot crawl in, so the morning fog nests in the alleys and lingers for a long time.There was a vast expanse of whiteness in front of my eyes, and from a distance, I could only see the colorful pillars at the entrance of the barber shop turning slowly.Every time my eldest sister goes out to buy breakfast, she always takes this path on her way back.There is no other reason, it is closer to home.

After so many days of going back and forth, she already knew the road conditions clearly, so she didn't take the fog to heart.The eldest sister gradually walked into the depths of the alley, and stopped suddenly at a corner.There was a black shadow on the ground, vaguely in the shape of a human being.After she approached, she concluded that the person lying on the ground was indeed a person, not because she saw it clearly, but the smell of alcohol was really scary.

The eldest sister stepped forward to help him up and dragged him to the wall, and the vomit from his suit and shirt inevitably stuck to her clothes.She wiped off the young man's face and tears with her sleeve, patted his cheek, and seeing that he was about to wake up, she got up and left.

She took two steps and then turned back, bent down and put a breakfast by his lap and left in a hurry.

She recognized this person, who was in front of the real estate sales.I went to the house once, very polite, and the impression was not bad.

Today's young people really don't know how to cherish themselves.What a crime in this winter.You know, the only one who can accompany me to the end is my old bones.

She thought of her husband who passed away early, and felt a little emotional.

Not long after she left, a couple of young men and women also passed by there, but they were not so lucky to leave the alley.