Doomsday boss aspires to the top of the entertainment industry

After taking another shower, Qin Jue hummed in comfort, picked out the most common white shirt and casual trousers, put on a dark red jacket, and put his mobile phone and keys in his pocket.

Her clothes are average and the mother of the child is not here, so she just wears what she wears.

The dark red color is quite nice, and you can't even see the blood splattered on it.

Having been in the apocalypse for a long time, Qin Jue knows how to view her own state. Although she is calm on the surface, she has always had a sense of irritability since her rebirth and needs to be vented.

She planned to go to the street on the south side, where there were bars and mahjong parlors, and a small boxing ring underground.

She was always the one being beaten at home, but before, she was too concerned that she was her own father and couldn't fight back.

As a "boy", how can I never get into a fight? On the surface, the good kids at the top of the class are not that sensible and obedient.

Qin Jue walked out of the bedroom, walked through the living room with a normal expression, ignoring her own blood stains on the corner and the coffee table, and walked to the entrance to change her shoes.

"Where to go?"

Qin Jingsheng heard the noise, walked out of the study, and asked impatiently.

Qin Jue was still squatting and tying her shoes, facing him, her muscles already tense up out of habit. She raised her eyes and saw that Qin Jingsheng did not have a typical northern figure. He was about 1.8 meters tall and not very strong. He had a

A developing beer belly.

So weak.

Qin Jue thought about it and felt it was a bit unrealistic.

Was I beaten to death by such a person?

"This little bastard is asking you questions!" Qin Jingsheng cursed across the living room and was about to come over.

Qin Jue finished tying his shoelaces and stood up.

The lower body is unstable and will fall over if kicked on the knee. The face is fat, but the neck is not too thick and can be broken.

She looked at her father steadily and said, "Go for a walk."

There was no shrinking, no whispering, no anger or unwillingness, or even overwhelming hatred.

Qin Jue stood at the entrance, watching the devil in her life walking towards her step by step, swearing and swearing.

Alas, she has stayed in the apocalypse for too long, and her total age is already more than fifty years old. The boredom, grievances, collapse and despair of her youth are not worth mentioning in the frontline battle of life and death, and have long been thrown into the corner of memory.

Qin Jingsheng stretched out his hand to pull her by the collar. This was his usual method of dragging people against the wall, especially around corners, where the impact would be more textured.

So slow.

Qin Jue watched helplessly and took a step sideways unhurriedly.

She doesn't want to kill Qin Jingsheng now. This is not the end of the world. There are too many killings in a harmonious society. She breaks into the system's lair with the hope of those people, crushes this garbage, releases all the remaining souls, and lets everyone join together.

I didn’t come back to bring about another doomsday.

What's more, there are too many flaws to kill him directly. Being a juvenile suspect is so troublesome. She doesn't want to go to the police station to drink tea. What if Ms. Jiang Qiuyue is called back from a business trip? She doesn't want to see her biological mother now.

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These few seconds are enough for Qin Jue to finish thinking about these things in boredom.

She stepped sideways, squatted down, and circled her back. One hand was already pinching Qin Jingsheng's neck, and she could stun him with just a press.

Plop!

The sound of her heartbeat seemed to be amplified dozens of times. Qin Jue's pupils suddenly shrank. The blood was so hot that it was like lava flowing in her veins. She was extremely hot and irritated.

Kill him.

Choke him to death.

Break his neck.

Crushing his spine.

Tear apart his flesh.

Qin Jue's narrow phoenix eyes narrowed, and his pupils were filled with blood. A strong murderous intention rushed into his mind, and his throat became dry with excitement.

puff!

Qin Jingsheng fell straight to the floor, and when his body and the ground approached an angle of 45 degrees, he suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Qin Jue gripped the back of his neck, lowered his head, and breathed very hard.

Damn it.

The violent emotions further eroded her reason. Qin Jue's arm muscles tightened and threw Qin Jingsheng out. He hit the sofa with a bang and fell down softly, completely unconscious.

"...Abba?" Moriran said cautiously.

Qin Jue turned around, opened the door, and closed the door in one go. He didn't press the elevator button and ran down the stairs. He didn't stop at the door until he pushed open the unit door with a "bang" and rushed out. He was still breathing heavily.

It's around ten o'clock in the evening now. It's mid-August. It gets dark earlier in the north. There are no people in the community. Only the supermarket is still lit.

Qin Jue had a cold face and strode towards the entrance of the community.

No one was encountered along the way. The security guard at the entrance was dozing off slightly. Qin Jue just glanced at him, and a strong desire for sadism swept over her. She quickly lowered her head, put on the hood of her coat, and hurried away.

.

Damn it. She cursed in her heart. The sequelae of this disease do not distinguish between friend and foe. When she sees someone who is still breathing, she can’t help but want to take action. There was a wild cat running across the road just now, and her first reaction was to rush over and crush the cat to death.

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Calm down. Calm down.

Qin Jue leaned against the street lamp and took several deep breaths.

The system knew her weakness. When she rushed into the other world with Senran, the system first made the zombies look like the faces of her companions and teammates. Later, they were killed by Qin Jue and trapped in layers of illusions for her.

She lived in the apocalyptic space for more than thirty years, and the years she spent in the illusion were even longer.

Every minute and every second was tense. The system did not know the existence of Senran. Everything Qin Jue did was just a blind trick to distract the system and let the girl penetrate its lifeline silently.

The system has been coveting Qin Jue's body for a long time, and if Qin Jue's will wavers even a little, it may take advantage of him.

So Qin Jue has only one strategy in the fantasy world - kill!

Everyone is an enemy except me!

Whether the illusion is that her closest comrade died tragically, or she has been reborn to live a warm and happy life, her only response is to kill!

She had already made an agreement with Sen Ran. Unless Qin Jue called her personally, she would remain dormant and unmoved, leaving 99% of her attention to the system.

Qin Jue didn't know how long she had been killing in the fantasy world. She had witnessed countless ways of death for her relatives, friends and subordinates. She had killed her until the edge of her knife curled, and her fists were sore from being beaten. She ignored her pleas for mercy and cried out, and turned a deaf ear to her insults and insults, to the point where...

In the end, no living creature could even come close to her.

In this protracted battle, the system has failed.

When it tried every means to defeat Qin Jue's will, Sen Ran's fangs had gradually penetrated into its core area. Almost all the energy accumulated by the system was used to deal with Qin Jue. When it became aware of Sen Ran's threat,

There is no way back.

When it was completely killed, in the illusion where Qin Jue was, layers of corpses were piled up, and the smell of blood and decay lingered on the mountain of corpses.

Qin Jue was sitting on the mountain of corpses, one leg hanging straight down, his face expressionless, and behind him was a huge blood moon.

"You are a fucking lunatic!" the system yelled sharply.

"You will go crazy, you will go crazy sooner or later! You murderer! Murderer!"

Qin Jue held his face with one hand, his eyelids drooped, and he breathed out in boredom.

"Thank you for the compliment, I am the number one PVP player in actual combat."

She added: "Your vocabulary for swearing has become smaller. How can you say it well?"

"What the hell..."

The system left with hatred.

Before leaving, he left behind a few vicious curses, but Qin Jue was too lazy to listen.

Then, the surrounding environment rippled like water waves, and she saw a group of spiritual beings rushing toward her happily, which was Senran. She also saw thousands of large or small, bright or dark light spots floating like fireflies.

In mid-air, flying higher up, there are souls that have not been completely poisoned by the system and still exist.

The trajectory of their return is so beautiful.

Qin Jue raised her head in the blood sea of ​​corpses that gradually became transparent, and looked at this scene until she herself became one of them.

Floating, falling, waking up in the bedroom.

"Aran."

Qin Jue whispered.

"Yes! Abba, I'm here!" Moriran responded immediately.

"I remember you can convert into quantum life." Qin Jue said.

She enunciates clearly, speaks quickly, and has a solid final tone, which is the tone she usually gives orders.

"Yes. As long as you have access to electronic equipment, dad, I can transfer it. It can be completely transferred or part of it separated. The process will not be discovered." Sen Ran was very familiar with Qin Jue's tone and answered immediately.

"good."

Qin Jue took out his mobile phone while walking.

"Calculate the current strength of the soul that matches my body, leave one hundred and twenty percent for me, and transfer the rest with you.

"Put a mark in my soul to facilitate contact. A small part will stay in my mobile phone, and the rest will be transferred to the online world. Be careful to hide it."

"clear."

Moriran responded.

She knew that Qin Jue would never change his decision easily when he spoke in such a tone. As a daughter, she would be worried, but as a subordinate, she obeyed unconditionally.

"How to transfer?"

"Put your fingertips against the USB port." Mori Ran has his own energy conversion algorithm.

Qin Jue did as he was told, and the process was very fast. His fingertips felt burning and trembling for less than a second, but his brain buzzed, his vision turned black, and he lost his strength for a few seconds.

This time there was no excessive "overload" of soul strength, Qin Jue felt much more relaxed, and the feeling of disharmony with this body also disappeared a lot.

A green anaconda that looked almost real appeared quickly on the screen of the phone. The giant snake coiled itself into several circles, and the top section stood upright and pressed against the screen.

"Abba——" the voice came from the speaker of the mobile phone, sweet and sweet.

"Yeah." Qin Jue rubbed Senran's head across the phone screen.

This is an anaconda that is only seven and a half years old. Although her mind is mature, she is still a little girl.

"Get familiar with the Internet, filter out valid information yourself, and don't read junk content." Qin Jue warned.

"Okay!" Moriran twisted his snake body and quickly disappeared from the screen.

Then a message popped up on Qin Jue's phone.

[Abba’s good-looking Ranran: From now on, when it’s inconvenient to speak out, you can just type and say it! 】

The message box was not any type of social software. Qin Jue clicked on it and found that in such a short period of time, Mori Ran had completed an app with a simple snake-shaped icon.

Qin Jue pressed the virtual keyboard.

[Ranran’s good dad: OK]

[Ranran’s good dad: Go play and pay attention to safety]

[Abba’s good boy Ranran: Yeah! 】

【Abba’s good boy Ranran: Abba too!! If you need anything, call me anytime!】

"Yeah." Qin Bing nodded while looking at the screen.

She put away her cell phone and reached the intersection at the corner of the street. A taxi passed by and stopped.

"Nanyang Street." Qin Jue got in and closed the door.

"Hey, are you going out drinking so late?" The driver smiled and talked to her.

"I've made an appointment." Qin Jue found that he was still in a calm state of mind, lying casually while confirming his speculation in his mind.

"Tsk tsk, youth."

The driver was shaking his head, not knowing what he was sighing about.

Qin Jue, who had been killed in the fantasy world for a long time, had not lost his basic social skills. Just as he was about to smile and nod, his expression suddenly changed.

Here it comes again. The desire to crush a living person’s neck and listen to his breathing stop——

Qin Jue suddenly buried his head between his knees, as if he was looking at his phone anxiously and saw some important news. He breathed unsteadily and said with gritted teeth: "Master, please try to drive as fast as possible."

"Hey? What's this?" The driver hadn't noticed anything wrong with the atmosphere.

"My friend may be beaten." Qin Jue tried to calm his breathing and answered quickly.

"Oh oh oh, just wait!" The driver quickly stepped on the accelerator, "Brother, do you want to call the police or an ambulance first?"

"Need not."

Qin Jue's cold sweat broke out from her forehead. After transferring most of her soul energy, she lost the suppression of stronger willpower. Her murderous reaction became more intense, and she could hardly control her desire to confront the driver unpreparedly.

Hands under neck.

"Just hurry up, as fast as you can."

Otherwise you will die.