All Worlds Madhouse

In the early morning of this day, the dark sky was almost completely suppressed.

The Metropolis, the municipal building, the hub of the entire city, has never stopped since its establishment until today. Even when people all over the world started looking for Ziliang at Ms. Salina's "request", the office area here was still operating as usual.

However, there are many more soldiers here.

Although the original government troops still have the huge [S] painted on their chests, they no longer obey Superman. After all, in their hearts, Superman is dead.

6 o'clock.

Apart from the soldiers patrolling each floor and those working overtime overnight, the only people who came to the building at this time were the cleaners. They had to clean up everything here before the staff arrived.

Bieber is such a cleaner. He is forty years old and a bachelor. He is responsible for the 32nd floor every day, which is the office area on the west side of the top floor. But more than a month ago, he was transferred to the 31st floor because from that day Since then, the entire 32nd floor has been completely sealed off by the person named Salina.

This may be because she doesn't want to be disturbed, or it may be because of some more terrible conspiracy, or... whatever.

For a small person like Bieber, he never wants to speculate on these, because it is beyond his control. In fact, who has the final say in this world, who is more powerful, who is good and who is bad, It's not that important to him. Even if not long ago, a city district was bombed with a punch, so what? What he cares about is still his work and his daily dinner. Even if the world is really destroyed one day, Of course, someone will save it. Even if no one saves it, then it will be destroyed. Anyway, that was the only opportunity in my life to enjoy the same treatment as those big shots.

As usual, Bieber opened his storage room, put on his work clothes, took a mop, and prepared to start his day's work.

But at this time, a staff member came over.

Bieber didn't know what the other person was doing, but when he saw his valuable clothes, he knew that even if this guy wasn't a leader, he was definitely not one he could afford.

The man walked up to Bieber.

"How long have you worked here?" the man asked.

"Uh, 8 years." Bieber replied. He noticed that the other person's expression seemed to be bad, as if he was enduring some inexplicable pain.

"Do you have the key over there?" he asked again, pointing to a door at the end of the corridor, which was the power supply room.

Bieber nodded: "Yes, there is a spare key."

The man nodded: "Follow me."

Bieber was stunned for a moment: "Uh, sir, I still have to work." He said doubtfully, but the man ignored him and walked into the men's room on his own.

Bieber spread his hands. He had no idea what this guy was going to do, but he still followed in.

Then, a strange scene happened in the bathroom.

The man opened a toilet stall and stood inside, waiting for Bieber to come in. When Bieber walked over with a puzzled look on his face, suddenly, Bieber's expression changed, and he went up and pulled the man out. Knocked out, and then closed the compartment door from the outside.

Well, what these two people saw was this inexplicable behavior, which was a transfer site of Hannibal's hive mind. He first controlled the staff member and then controlled Bieber.

So, now Bieber is also Hannibal.

Then, Hannibal turned around, picked up the mop in his hand, and smashed it against the mirror on the wall.

"Pull--"

The mirror shattered, and Hannibal picked up the sharpest fragment and walked out of the bathroom, not forgetting to put up a Do Not Disturb sign.

Hannibal came to the corridor, adjusted to his body, then picked up the bucket of water in the corridor that was supposed to be used to mop the floor, walked to the power supply room, and opened the door with the spare key.

Just as he thought, there is a transformer box in the transformer room. You can think of it as a huge shunt resistor. Anyway, in a high-rise office building like this, there must be one on every few floors. .

Bieber (Hannibal) opened the door of the transformer box and opened almost all the buttons that could be opened. The value on the large dial at the top suddenly increased. Then, Hannibal used the sharp The glass fragments separated the insulating gel film on the outside of an integrated cable. I pulled out the cable inside with my bare hands, and cut and pulled it roughly.

Under normal circumstances, people who seek death like this are just like those who throw in high-voltage wires in the middle of the night, but I don't know if Hannibal is lucky. Anyway, he hasn't been electrocuted yet after all this effort.

Now Hannibal was unhappy. Time was running out and he couldn't care so much. He opened the upper baffle of the resistor box and poured a bucket of water down. He also didn't forget to ride on it and use the mop to kill himself. They yelled at each other inside, and finally even reached in and took out everything.

Finally, the hard work paid off, and the cleaner named Bieber finally revealed himself here with a series of brilliant electric sparks.

At the same time, the lights from the 20th floor to the top were instantly extinguished.

On the top floor of the building, in the conference room, "Buzz————"

There was a sound of mechanical stopping.

Selina was washing her hands very carefully at this moment. As the instruments that used data were shut down, she was stunned for a moment.

Then, smiled.

She wiped her hands calmly and walked to Hannibal's side.

"There's a power outage," she said with a smile, picked up a soda cracker on the side and took a bite.

Hannibal didn't speak. In fact, he no longer had any strength to speak...

"Uh-huh-uh--"

A suppressed moan of pain erupted from Hannibal's mouth.

"Haha, it was indeed you who did it. It seems that I underestimated you."