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When Tian Xiaoluo received Yakovsky's message, he was in the Temple of War. There were endless corpses in front of him, and the sky was lead gray, with an ominous light faintly shining, and the statue of the god became soaring into the sky.
She sat cross-legged at the foot of the stone statue, as dim as dust. She likes it here.
There are more than 700 floating screens around her, which will ensure that any request of Xia Tian in the show will be answered. Numerous high-end weapon permissions were opened to her, and the huge city became an exquisite toy in her hands.
This job didn't cost her much effort, when Xia Tian said "destroy", she hadn't done anything yet, the "Rebels" all over the world almost shot down the stadium.
Now the main screen of the floating city is full of passionate red, which is the picture of Xia Tian tearing off the biological earphones and provoking the management.
At this moment, he was no longer a contestant on Fujin TV's killing show, but a young man from the lower city who was forced to participate in the crazy game of the "gods" in the upper city. Another rebel.
This is a declaration of war.
In the headset, Tilan was discussing orbital strikes with Roan. His hands and words were so fast, like lightning flashing across the sky, with a destructive light. They've done a lot of things in their lives, but never with such devotion.
She stopped calling the dead man, and the pain boiling in her body was satisfied, turning into the desire to destroy the world itself.
She listened to the discussion in the earphones. There are so many people in the world who are incomplete, so their eyes are full of desire for destruction.
If there is a God of War, of course it will be resurrected in such a world. What a fanatical and fertile land the powerful and powerful have created for this.
She looked at the high-authority email sent by Yakovsky again, talking about the idea of a soundtrack video, which must have been sent drunk, extremely concise, without even punctuation marks, describing grief and death.
Tian Xiaoluo opened the database. She has countless materials, including all videos that are not authorized, and her mind is full of bloody, painful and passionate scenes, and she always knows what to cut.
She turned to look at Xiao Minkov. In the realistic picture, their boss was sitting on the roof of the mansion, looking into the distance. He likes to sit on the rooftop, with only the endless sky in front of his eyes and the cliff under his feet.
He is like the conductor of a huge symphony orchestra, standing high, calculating and coordinating, leading the world to destruction.
Tian Xiaoluo said to him: "I want to cut a song."
Little Minkov turned to look at her, and she continued, "I need Mr. Minkov's permission."
The other party smiled at her, his smile was always gloomily soaked to the bone, shining with ominous sparks.
"You'll get it," he said.
Ten minutes later, Xiao Minkov gave Tian Xiaoluo the most high-end authority in the upper city, like throwing a toy ball.
Tian Xiaoluo handed over the master authority of the administrator to Tilan, and started editing.
Retrieval and editing technology is very convenient these days, and the video will be released in a few hours. Tian Xiaoluo uses a lot of materials, but it doesn't matter, she has a strong theme that dominates everything.
It's not too long, and she cuts into the unspeakably sad things she knows, and when she starts doing it, she realizes how much she has in mind, how many images she wants to show people.
She cut into those who died and those who should die, into Wei Xiuqi and Kongwei, their heroic deaths and their bodies dragged back by greed, into their final sleep, and countless others wandering in the mansion, trapped in life. One who has no peace with death. She also cleverly edited Bai Lin's affairs in, they will find out eventually.
Tian Xiaoluo has edited a lot of soundtrack videos in his life, trying to interpret...to explain to people how painful, sad, precious and desperate those things are...but this kind of thing is nothing more than watching it, it is nothing more than a lot of entertainment on the screen one of the.
She has also received many compliments, but she has never received such feedback in her life.
The moment Tian Xiaoluo's video was released, the Internet exploded. Everyone was asking what was going on. The fans of the old heroes had already left, but it did not mean accepting such an insult.
The top quickly entered the stop loss procedure, but the effect was not great.
Within three hours of the announcement, He Jingting died.
As a specimen enthusiast, He Jingting is a member of the core board of directors of Fujin Group, and he is by no means someone who can be lost as expected by God-made marketing.
His death was spectacular, and no member of the Board of Directors has ever died in such a manner.
——The murderer worked in the weapons department of Fujin TV Station. He didn't even attack him when his defense was weak, such as traveling or attending a banquet. He did it directly.
At three o'clock in the afternoon that day, he targeted Mr. He's mansion with 123 missiles fired from three strongholds of the Weapons Department, and just blew it up.
Fearing that it would not be safe, he also activated the orbital strike authority of the three satellites of the Ministry of Weapons.
That included ninety-three Destroyer missiles, ten Burning Palace limited items, seven Evaporating Worlds and two cutting-edge Reapers. The impact was so powerful that the entire Floating Void City felt the tremor of the explosion. In the most remote direction of the main city, you can also see the flames of the rich and powerful mansions soaring into the sky, burning the low clouds in the sky into fiery red, mixed with the strange blue that evaporates the world, and the color is crazy and magnificent.
I don't know what he and Mr. were doing at that moment, whether they felt fear, or saw the frantic colors of the sky, but it never lasted more than five minutes.
No matter how powerful the defense field is, it can't stand up to this kind of bombing. Mr. He and his mansion were blown into fly ash within ten minutes, and the sparkling blue mirror lake below was also turned into scorched earth.
So far, all the specimens in the Hejingting mansion that should die but are forced to exist in the world have all been reduced to fly ash, and rest in extreme anger and violence.
Fujin TV held an emergency meeting to discuss the next step of decision-making.
The impact of the explosion was so great that someone hacked the camera and posted the process of killing and quieting the court online.
All of a sudden, all the terminals in the upper city were broadcasting the attack on the core members of the Fujin Group's board of directors, all of which were scenes of the house that looked like a god's residence being destroyed in an explosion. This is the brightest firework among the numerous crashes and attacks in the upper city in the past few days. It is so huge and full of extreme anger and provocation.
The security department immediately found the murderer, and he didn't plan to hide at all. This person was Fei An, the technical director of the weapons department of Fujin TV Station.
After the incident, he directly recorded a video and posted it online.
He was dressed in a uniform, looked dignified and upright, neither drunk nor overdose, and looked calmly towards the camera. He simply said that he was Wei Xiuqi's fan, that was many years ago, when he was still very young. He said that he hadn't thought of this person for a long time, but after watching the show where he and Kongwei died, he once believed that a soldier should die like this, which shaped his worldview in his youth.
But that shaping quickly wore off with time, work and LSD, and he's doing just fine now. At least he thought it was okay.
But when he found out about it, he couldn't control his anger.
Wei Xiuqi is a hero, in the deepest part of his mediocre heart, that person has always been that proud, powerful, invincible hero.
A hero does not deserve this insult. No one deserves to suffer.
The anger was so great that he made a decision in an instant. As a resident audience of the Killing Show, he knew very well how to kill people and where the loopholes in his weapon system were.
He never thought of himself as a "rebel," but now he finds out that he is.
Even after the mansion was destroyed, the angry bombs did not stop. They exploded one after another on the scorched earth, played repeatedly on countless large screens and terminals, and soon became one of the explosions, deaths and attacks that followed.
At a time like this, Uptown is kicking off a firework extravaganza, and everyone feels like they should do something and join in on this fan revelry about true destruction and burning.
Within half an hour of He Jingting's death, an emergency meeting was held in the Void Hall.
This is the most powerful meeting in the Floating Void City, like a thunder in the changing sky, illuminating the frenzied world under the shadows.
The board of directors of Fujin Group made a decision within one minute to transfer Fei An to the Entertainment Death Penalty Channel and give him the most severe punishment. But they didn't conduct any interviews on this, and they didn't add any heat. The only dramatic decision was that Fei An had to see how Xia Tian died with his own eyes before the official execution.
This malicious decision was the smallest of countless resolutions that day, and something really big happened in the clouds of nothingness, but few people knew it.
Tian Xiaoluo knew.
Although she only read the scribbled meeting minutes afterwards, she knew enough about the danger of the process.
At the meeting, Mr. Minkov said bluntly at the beginning that they must kill Xia Tian, immediately, now, directly kill with chips. Don't wait a second. Letting this game go to an anticlimactic end will cost you money, but there are plenty of opportunities to make money.
"You see," he said, "we rule over a crowd of lunatics."
His tone was determined and relaxed, which made Tian Xiaoluo get goosebumps.
She didn't know what happened after that, and she didn't have enough authority to see the preliminary decision.
But she knew that the final result was not the case.
—The official order from Killing Show is to continue to create gods, and all parties are ready for greater changes.
Tian Xiaoluo couldn't understand how it happened.
Afterwards, she couldn't help asking Minkov about it. "How did you convince Mr. Minkoff?" she said. "He doesn't seem to change his mind."
"There is no need to persuade him," said Minkov, "as long as he can take advantage of loopholes."
He was wearing a simple black T-shirt and sat on the edge of the terrace, his legs dangling. Clouds swirled around him, and the light shone on him in changing patterns.
But Tian Xiaoluo always remembered his appearance at the meeting, wearing a formal dress, leaning against the black sofa group in the empty conference hall and talking to people, smoothing his cuffs slowly. He looked grim and haughty, a man accustomed to power.
He has reached the age to enter the caucus with full voting rights.
When Tian Xiaoluo first got the administrator authority, he had heard some guesses about the relationship between the father and son outside the circle, and there were always countless guesses about the comings and goings of the board of directors. wealth and life.
Ask if he is Mr. Minkov's plaything, temporarily owned, and will he be given away when he has played enough. The excitement in the words made her hairy.
But as she stayed here longer, she realized that at the very top of the power structure, Minkoff Jr. would undoubtedly inherit everything. No matter in terms of the father-son relationship or the terms of the contract, he is the future emperor of the floating world.
"He's right, but unfortunately most people don't agree." Xiao Minkov continued, "They all want to make more money."
He had a gentle and cold smile of a top predator on the food chain, exactly like his father.
"Even his direct descendants are ambiguous, pretending that we are just a father and son quarreling." Xiao Minkov said, "Who doesn't like making money."
Tian Xiaoluo finally realized what happened, and the board of directors split.
There's the Rebel "insiders" out there—the rabid fans, the haters, or the ones who just don't think it's a big deal. There are also some people who just want to make another fortune, thinking that since Xia Tian has already arranged a certain death ending, they can postpone the time, and there is no need to make it so urgent.
And in the void of Yunding, Xiao Minkov single-handedly led the split among the directors and set off a rebellion.
In the end, although Mr. Minkov had full decision-making power, the votes were too close and there was a split within the family. According to the complex core rules of the Fujin Group, this matter will be submitted for a second review.
"It was approved by the review meeting," Minkov said. "He is in power, and all he needs to do is make a few phone calls. But we have three days before that."
Tian Xiaoluo shivered a little because of this time.
"We have to speed things up," Minkov said.
He smiled at her: "enough."
At a certain time in the sharing program, Xiao Minkov forgot to close it, and Tian Xiaoluo saw a brief conversation between Minkov and his son.
They sat on the black sofa in the void conference hall, and Mr. Minkoff said: "Is this what you want? You have to know that this world will eventually be yours."
"I don't want it," said Little Minkov.
Mr. Minkoff laughed. He wasn't angry, there was a sullen indifference, and something almost tender.
And at this moment, little Minkov is equally unfamiliar, and the space between the two of them seems to be distorted.
He never talked about things in the circle, this is a world that Tian Xiaoluo will never be familiar with. But she thinks that on a certain level, the Minkovs and his sons are the same kind of people, with the desire to destroy in their bones, and they look at the world as coldly as a grand narrative music.
"I didn't want it either," said Mr. Minkoff, "but in the end it was mine, an emperor of the nightmare world. You had no choice."
Little Minkov looked at the wine in the glass and said softly again:
"I do not want."