The Death Knell

The scene was very embarrassing for a while. After the reporters took photos frantically, they found that Xuanzi had been standing at the door without any reaction. Then everyone began to exchange glances with suspicious eyes.

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

"Yes. Comparing the new photo with the old photo, why is the front of his pants dented?"

"What is the black powder that fell out of his trousers?"

If this continues, the exchange of glances will turn into discussions sooner or later, and Black will definitely become angry and go on a killing spree. By then, the share price of Walter Company will be completely ruined.

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

He looks to be in his fifties, with a strong man's hairstyle. He is commonly known as the local support center. He is overweight and out of breath, but the posture and style of appearing with dozens of masked bodyguards are still impressive. It calmed everyone present.

"Gentlemen and ladies, please take your seats first. A waiter will serve you drinks soon."

The fat man wiped his sweat and walked to the rostrum of the auditorium. He wore a mysterious smile that never changed:

"In addition, please cooperate with us in revising the video materials or prepared manuscripts. Walter Company will definitely reward you generously."

Yes, this is his tactic, activate the signal shielding equipment, completely disconnect the auditorium from the outside, and then use coercion and inducement to collect and destroy all adverse evidence.

As long as no solid evidence leaks out, it will be easy to confuse right and wrong with the company's media power. No matter what these people say, no one will believe it.

Of course, as one of the major shareholders who owns 1% of Watt Company's shares, he is a businessman and does not want to make things too ugly. It would be better to buy it with money.

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 keep a low profile and develop well.

But this is only for the company, not for the Seven.

Thinking of those clones wearing red and blue uniforms with the letter S on their chests, and then thinking about their terrifying strength, Fatty was full of confidence in the future of himself and the company.

Yes, the Tianqiong Group that suddenly appeared today has slightly disrupted the development of some companies, but when new biochemical weapons are on the market, what does a mere competing company matter?

The masked bodyguards he brought were prototypes of cloned Superman. Seeing them lining up neatly to maintain order at the venue and destroying reporters' evidence in an orderly manner, the fat director smiled even more happily.

These new weapons obey orders completely and have almost no personal independence, which means that they will not ask for wages or benefits, nor will they cause all kinds of trouble to wipe their butts with the company.

How many years have passed since the company obtained the No. 5 compound invented by the Germans during World War II, cultivated its own super soldiers, and began to operate the Seven-Man Group? Uncontrollable 'weapons' have been a sword hanging over everyone's heads.

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

More than 90% of these guys called superheroes have hundreds of lives on their hands. It's okay not to be discovered. But once these things are exposed and the company's reputation is ruined, it will be over.

So today when Fatty saw the Lamplighter and the Saturn Hunter dying suddenly on the spot, not only was he not angry, but he actually wanted to laugh.

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

Rather than letting them retire and continuing to pay massive pensions, is there a more economical way?

Fatty was the person with the fewest shares on the board of directors and the person with the most contacts below, so he took over this task and led the new cloned supermen to kill the Seven and announced their collective retirement, making it inconvenient to attend the reception.

But when I entered the headquarters floor of the Seven, I saw no one today. Although the bar was filled with wine bottles, Queen Maeve was not there; although there were water stains next to the fish pond, neither was the Deep Sea.

Even the toilet was checked by the clone superman using his clairvoyance ability, but the invisible man was still not there.

The fat director thought for a while and decided to come directly to the press conference and modify the plan. After letting the seven people attend the reception and sending all the outsiders away, he would then command the clone supermen to kill all the seven people.

But plans never change quickly. Before he even arrived at the auditorium, he learned that the Lamplighter and the Saturn Hunter had killed each other and both died. At that time, he happily danced a hip-twisting Hawaiian dance in the elevator.

The new clone weapons have another advantage, that is, no matter how ugly you dance, they will only smile and say nothing, and will not complain about the leader.

When the reporters below the stage faced the tall and powerful masked bodyguards, they did not put up any violent resistance. At most, they only muttered a few words.

Besides, they took away the evidence with one hand and gave the money on the spot with the other hand, which was not a loss.

Seeing that everything was on track, the fat director controlled the rhythm of the audience. At this time, the people of the motherland came out from the backstage. He still wore that decent smile and waved to the audience, deliberately not looking at the people still there. The smoking corpse instead came to the director and spoke in a low voice.

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

The so-called she is the manager of the group of seven, that half-aged lady, the people of the motherland still love the taste of her breast milk.

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

The people of the motherland have been gaining prestige for a long time, and the image of him as the most powerful superhero on earth is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Even though Fatty has planned to get rid of the Seven, but now that he is around, he has no choice but to make excuses and deliberately pay compensation. Talk about things.

It's called acting.

"Forget it, you should kill her, and don't touch my money. It is what I will use to buy the state of Hawaii when I retire in a few decades." The people of the motherland immediately changed their mind. After all, there are plenty of women, and the money is gone. no.

He hates math and can't remember his bank account and password, so even his bank cards are handled by the company.

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

When he needs money, he just asks. Ever since he was a child, he has never been short of money.

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

So since then, people in the motherland have been happily thinking about which state is best to buy after retirement?

Texas is good, Mississippi is also good, it’s really confusing.