The man behind the scenes: My entry is so evil that it's crazy

An old and dilapidated community with no name, Room 404, Building 11.

The doors and windows are closed, and thick curtains block out the light.

Inside the house, seven members of the Evil are sitting or leaning on the sofa, and the TV is on, playing the current affairs news of District 9.

[In recent days, all departments in our district have worked together to have friendly negotiations with District 8 and increased trade exchanges…..]

[Our district has followed the new program issued by the Upper City Council and has made more detailed functional divisions of various departments…]

[In recent years, the gross domestic product of our district has steadily increased, and the exploration of the Hidden Door has continued to deepen, playing an important role in the human integrated supply circulation system…..]

[Resolutely implement the program of the human integrated circulation, unwaveringly, resolutely implement the various policies and measures of the Upper City Council, unambiguously, and resolutely follow the pace of the Upper City and not fall behind. ]

[Order is stable, life is prosperous, and everyone should contribute their own value to the human integrated circulation system. ]

[We firmly believe that in the near future, human footprints will cover every corner of the Hidden Door, and the lost world will surely return to the embrace of mankind. ]

Pah--

The TV screen was smashed by a big hand, and half of the cracked screen went out. The delicate face and subtitles of the announcer were shattered into a distorted shape.

"It's the same clichés every day. I'm almost sick of hearing them." Hong Hu shook off the fragments in his hand, his tone was bored.

A woman next to him with a needlework scar on half of her face frowned and said, "Are you nervous and afraid?"

The other five members sat up straight subconsciously when the woman spoke.

Hong Hu shook his head and denied: "I'm not afraid."

The woman said indifferently: "It doesn't matter. Fear and anxiety in the face of death are physiological instincts. There is no need to hide or escape. But our bodies after death will eventually be paved into stairs to the sky."

Hong Hu and several extremely evil members looked at each other, and fanaticism appeared in their eyes. They stood up at the same time and put their right fists against their hearts: "For fate, sacrifice death!"

The woman turned her head and looked at the curtains. A hint of hostility flashed in her eyes. She said coldly: "In order to receive the goods more smoothly after the contact person, we must pull more scapegoats before we die."

The extremely evil members nodded silently, and took out their weapons at the same time and began to make final preparations.

Suddenly, Hong Hu couldn't help but ask curiously: "Big sister, since we are all going to die, can you tell me who the contact person is and what the goods are?"

The big sister stared at Hong Hu with burning eyes, looking at the immature look on the other's face that had not completely faded.

She grinned, and the necrotic muscles on her face were pulled by the corners of her mouth, and the scars came alive like centipedes, looking scary and hideous.

Hong Hu scratched his head a little fearfully: "Big sister, I was wrong, I won't ask."

But the big sister did not blame him, but said gently: "It's because we are all going to die, so we don't need to know the answer."

The room returned to silence, and the hourglass of death hung over everyone's head.

"Here it comes!"

The members sitting by the window pulled open a corner of the curtain and peeked at the entrance and exit of the community.

A large number of dark blue military uniforms of the Survey Corps came into view, and soon scattered, blocking all exits, and the snack street along the street was also cleared and martial law was imposed.

Four strange instruments were placed symmetrically in the community, forming a square.

The next moment, a dark laser was fired, shooting straight at the butt of Shangcheng.

The huge base of Shangcheng, the colorful lights received the laser from the ground, and four of them flashed twice, and quietly turned into ink.

Then, the inky light beam fell vertically, extending into a square in the air, like an infinitely high black box, falling from the upper city, precisely covering the old and dilapidated community.

The big sister lowered her head and used her mobile phone to send a long-edited message to a number without a note.

——Team 117, apply to go offline!

There was no reply, because the infinitely high black box had covered the entire community at the speed of light, turning it into darkness, and covering it into a dead place that isolated all prying and signal transmission.

The big sister looked at the signal grid on the top of the phone that turned into an X, and pulled out the SIM card without changing her expression, and rubbed it into pieces with two fingers.

The sound insulation of the old and dilapidated community is not very good.

Soon, exclamations were heard from the upper and lower floors, and then some residents opened the window and shouted outside the building.

"What's going on?"

"Did the lights go out so early in the city?"

"Why is there no signal?"

"Everyone, look, our community is covered by a black box. What's going on? Is there anyone who can explain it? It feels a bit scary."

"I can't see outside the cover. Wait a minute, someone is coming in. They seem to be from the Survey Corps. They are all holding guns."

Two minutes later.

The impatient people rushed out of the building doorway and gathered in the yard. They gathered in groups and bravely used their mobile phone flashlights as light sources to walk towards the entrance of the community.

Most of the windows in the building were pushed open, and they looked out one by one, and all the eyes were focused on it.

Click.

The sound of the bolt pulling and loading the gun was uniform.

There was not even a communication reply. What responded to them was a torrential rain of bullets. In the blink of an eye, the ground was stained with pits and blood.

The mobile phone dropped on the ground made the corpses on the ground look riddled with holes and dark red.

The mobile phones that were no longer operational soon went dark, and darkness engulfed the bodies.

The heavy rain suddenly stopped, but the entire community seemed to have pressed the mute button. Countless throats were stuck and the sound was lost.

Then, the mute was lifted, and the volume rebounded and erupted, with screams one after another, so sharp that it seemed as if the building would collapse.

But what they didn't know was that even if they shouted at the top of their lungs, they would not even think that a single sound would spread out and disturb the peace and tranquility outside.

Thanks to the wisdom of the Uptown Council and the power of technological development, we can always protect the order and peace of the majority of people in the most convenient and effortless way.

Captain of the Second Brigade of the Ninth District Survey Corps, Zhou Jian had no emotion on his face. He looked at the corpses on the ground as if he were looking at rotten grass and leaves.

"Anyone in this community may be a potential evil element and cause great harm."

"Therefore, according to the order of superiors, no one will be left alive in this clearing operation, and no one will escape."

"The second and third teams are on alert and locked down. The first team is targeting Room 404, Building 11."

Zhou Jian took the horn handed by the deputy, and his cold voice echoed in the black box.

As the order was issued, a group of soldiers put down their helmets, put on their night vision goggles, and quickly headed towards the 11 buildings.

Hong Hu's face twitched when he heard this, and he said angrily: "They say we are extremely evil, but who is the extremely evil?"

No one from the other members of Team 117 answered him. Their eyes were as cold as ice, and they were obviously used to this kind of scene.

"We brought the scythe that cut the grass, so to a certain extent, they all died because of us, and it's not wrong to define us as extremely evil."

The eldest sister pulled out a two-meter-long sword from behind the sofa, kicked it on the ground, broke out of the window, and fell straight from the 4-meter-high building to the ground, making a big hole.

"Then let them see the terrible horror~"

Before the man fell to the ground, he roared ferociously like a female tiger roaring, drowning out all the responses coming from the loudspeaker.

Several soldiers who were unable to dodge were smashed into meat patties, with blood and minced meat splashing everywhere. A big sword was swung, making a sharp roar of picking and devouring people.

"shooting!"

Da da da da da... The dense rain of bullets enveloped me into a metal storm, and the big sword that was so airtight that it was swung forward moved forward against the wind.

"Death for fate!"

Amidst the wild laughter, several more human-shaped cannonballs fell from the upstairs.

Inside Building 14.

The special commissioner opened the curtains, looked down from above, and said calmly: "If the patrol room doesn't take action, the credit for its achievements will be taken away by the Survey Corps."

Wang Yilin waved his hand down.

Behind him, the head catcher, who was ready to go, drew out his weapons and firearms with a roar, and rushed towards the people downstairs.

The sound of clattering footsteps rushing downstairs made the residents in the building hide their heads behind the peepholes in shock.

"Not the Survey Corps."

"It's from the patrol room."

"Help us, the Survey Corps is crazy and wants to kill us all."

A young man opened the door, ignoring the pull of the woman behind him, and seemed to regard the arrester who suddenly appeared hiding in the building as a life-saving straw.

The steps downstairs all stopped, and all the arresters looked at each other, their breathing becoming depressed and heavy.

Feng Ju has returned to the team after delivering the badges and is now standing in the second row.

He looked at the man who was gradually approaching, took a deep breath, pulled open the arrester's head in front of him, and while raising his feet to step forward, he drew a line with the patrol room's standard long knife.

A line of blood appeared on the man's neck, his head fell to the ground, and he rolled down the stairs.

Feng Ju looked down at the headless corpse, loosened his clenched teeth, and exhaled hot breath: "Don't blame me, you are all going to die tonight. Instead of taking advantage of the people of the Survey Corps, why not give our patrol room credit as a soldier?"

After Feng Ju finished speaking, he turned to look at the arresters and said in a deep voice: "Brothers, there are only a few heads of the extremely evil members, but there are thousands of other people's heads. We can't just pick up the little ones." head, and give the bulk of it to the Survey Corps."

After saying that, Feng Ju didn't care what everyone thought, and quickly walked towards the woman who was lying on the ground with a knife.

After seeing the ruthlessness of the special commissioner in the upper city and the ruthlessness of the Survey Corps, Feng Ju's values ​​​​have been sublimated, becoming firmer and more thorough.

If people from Xiacheng want to get ahead, they must know how to make choices and maximize the use of resources.

In the past, I gave up my son and dedicated all the resources in the family to my daughter. This was the idea.

Now, give up the unnecessary pity for the same kind, and use their worthless heads to gain your own merit and the appreciation of the superiors.

They are all implementing the idea of ​​​​maximizing interests.

Chi!

The blade cut open the woman's neck, and Feng Ju's face was covered in blood.

His eyes were red, and he murmured to himself like a demon: "I'm not wrong. If you want to live a decent life in the lower city, you can only abandon all unnecessary things, seize all resources and hopes, and gamble on the slightest chance. Returns and the future.”

"This is the rule of survival in the lower city. I am not wrong. I am just abiding by and enforcing this rule."

A group of arresters looked at Feng Ju, whose face was covered in blood. Some subconsciously took a step back with disgust in their eyes, but others tightened the knives in their hands and followed Feng Ju as if they had just woken up from a dream.

The team in the patrol room split into two groups. One group accelerated towards the bottom of the building and rushed into the bloody battlefield.

The other group went from house to house, broke in, and prepared to carry out a carpet sweep of every building.

The special correspondent listened to the screams one after another in the corridor, but it seemed as if he was hearing beautiful music, and his face showed a strange flush.

"It seems that there are still smart people under Director Wang who can understand what I mean. That's good." The special commissioner smiled happily.

Wang Yilin nodded, his smile was forced.

The special commissioner didn't care. He patted the latter's shoulder with a smile and said earnestly: "Don't feel guilty. All the sins of those who died tonight will be counted on [Fate]."

"It was [Fate] who moved into this community that brought death and killing. These empty people should understand a little logic and understand that it was [Fate] that brought them bad luck."

"Even if they go to hell after death, this account can only be asked for by [Fate]. It has nothing to do with us~"

Wang Yilin's mouth twitched. He knew that the special commissioner was talking about perverse logic, but with the noble status of the special commissioner, he could condescend to appease him. If he continued to be hypocritical, it would be a bit shameless.

Thinking of this, the guilt in his heart disappeared, and he also smiled and said:

"The special commissioner is right, every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt has its creditor, the deaths of these empty civilians must be attributed to [fate]."

"And we have helped them avenge themselves, if they are grateful, they should burn incense and pray for us in front of the King of Hell after they die~"

…….

Outside the old and dilapidated community closed by the black box, many people looked up at the beam of light shooting from the upper city to the ground, with curiosity flashing in their eyes.

It seems to be the location of the west city.

Many people judged the direction, and some particularly bored or overly curious guys wanted to go to the location of the "black pillar" to take a look, and it would be best if they could go in and see what was happening inside.

But the closest distance they could reach was the outermost end of the snack street, and the armed Survey Corps stopped those reckless guys.

At the same time, everyone's mobile phone received an emergency text message notification from the District 9 government.

——An organization called [Destiny] has infiltrated the west of the city and is being blocked and captured by the Survey Corps and the Police Station. Please do not go to the xxxx street in the west of the city and its vicinity unless necessary to avoid unnecessary danger.

——The members of this organization are extremely evil, extremely dangerous and crazy. The Survey Corps and the Police Station will do their best to capture them and not let anyone escape. Please rest assured.

Outside the snack street, among the crowd of onlookers.

A man wearing a hat lowered his head and sneered as he deleted two spam messages.

Then, another previously received message was displayed.

——Team 117, apply to go offline!

His finger paused on the page for a moment, then clicked the delete button. Also deleted was a reply message with [failed to send]: approved, I wish you a safe journey.

Not alone, implied two meanings, one is to wish Team 117 to be neat and tidy, and no one should be left behind.

One is to wish them to take away a few more enemies before they die, so that they will not be too lonely and boring down there.

Unfortunately, none of these beautiful wishes were sent successfully.

The man smiled bitterly. He didn't even know their names or faces. The only thing he could imagine about them was the three numbers [117].

The man put his phone back into his trouser pocket, took a last look at the direction of the "black column", and silently said in his heart: "For fate, sacrifice death!"

Turned around and strode away.

All preparations were completed, and it was time to find the contact person to pick up the goods...