The Death Knell

The scene was very embarrassing for a while, the reporters found that Xuan Se had been standing at the door without any reaction after taking photos wildly, and then everyone began to exchange suspicious glances.

"Xuan Se doesn't seem to be sad, it's more like something unspeakable."

"Yeah, comparing the new photo with the old photo, why is the front of his pants dented?"

"What is the black powder falling out of his trouser legs?"

If this continues, sooner or later, the eye contact will turn into a lot of discussion, and Xuanxu will definitely become ashamed and mad, and then the water company's stock price will be completely ruined.

Therefore, at this critical moment, a mysterious fat man appeared from the luxurious elevator leading to the top floor.

He looks like he is in his fifties, with a strong hairstyle on his head, commonly known as the local support center. His overweight makes him a little breathless, but the posture and style of playing with dozens of masked bodyguards is still Suppressed everyone present.

"Gentlemen and ladies, please take a seat first, and there will be a service staff serving you drinks soon."

The fat man wiped his sweat and walked to the rostrum of the auditorium, with a mysterious smile that didn't change.

"In addition, please cooperate with us to revise the video material or the prepared manuscript you have taken. The Walter Company must have a thick report."

Yes, this is his tactic, activate the signal shielding equipment, completely disconnect the auditorium from the outside, and then threaten and lure, collect and destroy all the unfavorable evidence.

As long as there is no real evidence outflow, then relying on the company's media power, it is easy to reverse black and white, no matter what these people go out to say, no one will believe it.

Of course, as one of the major shareholders who owns 1% of Water Company, he is a businessman.

After all, the company is now cooperating with a mysterious force, and it is not a problem to unify the earth in the future, but the time is not yet ripe, and it needs to be low-key and develop well.

But this is only for the company, not for the group of seven.

Thinking of those clones wearing red and blue uniforms with an s letter on their chests, and thinking of their terrible strength, the fat guy is full of confidence in the future of himself and the company.

Yes, what Tianqiong Group that suddenly emerged today has slightly disrupted the development of some companies, but when a new type of biochemical weapon is listed, what can a mere competing company do?

The masked bodyguards he brought were clones of Superman's trial models. Watching them lined up to maintain order in the venue, and orderly destroying the evidence of the reporters, the Fatty Director laughed even more happily.

These new weapons completely obey orders and have almost no personal desires, which means that they will not ask for wages, will not ask for remuneration, and will not cause all kinds of troubles to find companies to wipe their butts.

For many years, since the company obtained the No. 5 compound invented by the Germans in World War II, cultivated its own super fighters, and started operating the seven-man team, the uncontrollable ‘weapons’ have been the swords hanging over everyone’s heads.

The business of renting out superheroes has brought a lot of money to the company, but it has also planted countless hidden dangers.

These guys named superheroes, more than 90% of people have hundreds of lives in their hands. It's okay not to be discovered. Once these things are exposed and the company's reputation goes bankrupt, it will be over.

So today the fat man saw the lamplighter and the Saturn hunter die on the spot. Not only was he not angry, but he wanted to laugh a little.

The meaning of the board of directors is also very simple, that is, if everyone has new tools, old tools can be eliminated.

Compared with the option of retiring them and continuing to pay massive pensions, is there a better way to save money...

Fatty is the person with the least shares on the board of directors and the person who has the most dealings with below, so he took over the task and led the new superhuman clones to kill the group of seven, and announced their collective retirement, it was not convenient to attend the reception.

However, I entered the headquarters floor of the group of seven. No one saw it today. Although the bar counter was full of wine bottles, Queen Maeve was not there. Although there were water stains beside the fish pond, the deep sea was not there.

Even the toilet has been checked by the cloned superman with the fluoroscopy ability, and the invisible man is still absent.

The Fat Director thought for a while and decided to come directly to the press conference site to modify the plan. First, let the seven-member group attend the reception and send the outsiders away, then he commanded the clone superhumans to kill the seven-member group in one fell swoop.

But the plan never changed quickly. Before he came to the auditorium, he learned the news that the lamplighter and the Saturn hunter had killed each other, and both died. At that time, he happily danced the hip-twisting Hawaiian dance in the elevator.

The new clone weapon has another advantage, that is, no matter how ugly you jump, they will only smile without saying a word, and will not complain about the leader.

When the reporters below the stage faced the tall and mighty masked bodyguards, there was no violent resistance, at most they were just talking a few words on their lips.

Besides, they took the evidence with one hand and gave the money on the spot with the other hand, and they didn't lose money.

Seeing that everything was on the right track, the Fatty Director mastered the rhythm of the audience. At this time, the motherlander came out of the backstage. He still waved his hand towards the audience with a decent smile, deliberately not looking at it. The smoking corpse, but came to the director to speak in a low voice.

"This matter has nothing to do with her, I want to protect her."

The so-called she is the agent of the seven-member group, the half-aged milf, the motherland still loves her breast milk taste very much.

The fat man glanced sideways at the native countryman: "Yes, then the company's losses today will be deducted from your account."

The native of the motherland has accumulated prestige for a long time, and his image as the strongest superhero on the planet is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Even if Fatty has planned to get rid of the group of seven, but now that people are around, he has to make false claims and deliberately pay out compensation. Say something.

This is called acting.

"Forget it, you'd better kill her, don't touch my money, that's what I will use to buy Hawaii when I plan to retire in a few decades." The motherlander changed his words immediately, after all. What women have is that they can’t do without money.

He hates mathematics and can't remember his bank account and password, so even the bank card is taken care of by the company.

He grew up in the company laboratory and was an orphan, so this is his home. Isn’t it normal for family members to help keep money?

When you need to spend money, just open your mouth. Since childhood, he has never been short of money.

Two days ago, he also saw the account balance printout that the assistant showed him. Although he didn’t know why the numbers on the note were a bit distorted, he saw that he had a lot of money, and the assistant said that he could buy it after retirement. A state in the United States.

Since then, the people of the motherland have been thinking happily about which state to buy after retirement?

Texas is good, Mississippi is also good, really tangled...

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