At the same time, on the 28th floor of Building 3, in the conference room.
Tonight is bound to be a sleepless night.
It was snowing outside the window, and when the curfew time had passed for three hours, from the meeting room on the 28th floor of Building No. Awakened at this very moment, the twenty-five high-ranking kings of Zhili in Building No. 3 who were all sitting at the conference table, after the silence in the room, finally one person cleared his voice and let out a light cough, trying in vain to temporarily drive away Gone is the lingering drowsiness.
At this time, the king of Building No. 3 was sitting in the highest position with a frosty face. In the large armchair, the slender and stunning young man almost sank into the chair, with a fox fur scarf wrapped around his slender body. On the neck, the sharp and small chin is completely hidden behind a piece of soft fur.
Looking at the silent high-level room, Ryan sneered, but the cold laughter overwhelmed the screams of the kettle, reaching the ears of every high-level person present—
"So, do you want to tell me that I have fallen so low that there is no one to pour water?"
"..."
The young man’s words made the high-level people present look at each other—however, no one stood up and moved the kettle—because normally, this work should be done by the prisoners on duty below, whoever would stand up at this time would be willing to help everyone For service, first of all, the prisoner who is willing to be reduced to the lower class has the same status as the prisoner.
that would be embarrassing
.
As for... why are there no prisoners on duty now? Hehe, that is the reason why they gathered here secretly in the middle of the night—only the high-level executives who hold some power in their hands and can really see the situation of the entire No. 3 building know that the current No. 3 building is absolutely It cannot be summed up by the word "chaos".
At this time, the face of the boy who didn't get a response became more and more ugly. He suddenly darkened his face, slammed down the table and stood up from his seat, and directly pulled the collar of the senior man closest to him without looking. pick up—
However, at this moment, the door of the conference room was pushed open from the outside.
From the outside, the prison guard from Building No. 3 walked in with a yawn, his childish face was full of fatigue and impatience. Reyes walked a few steps into the meeting room, and only then did he realize that something was wrong. It wasn't until he stood still and took a look, that he realized that twenty-five pairs of eyes in the meeting room were twisting their faces in unison. Staring at him differently, the prison guard froze, raised his hand in confusion, pointed to the screaming kettle, and smiled lazily: "The water is boiling, didn't you hear that?"
All high-level officials: "..."
Heard, we are not deaf.
Reyce: "... I want to make myself a cup of coffee, uh, if you don't mind, I'll go?"
All high-level officials: "..."
Reyes took two steps forward with a full face of vigilance. Seeing that there was no response from the crowd, he relaxed: "Then I'll go."
He quickly walked to the kettle, unplugged it, poured instant coffee, creamer, and lots and lots of white sugar powder, heated the water, and as the strong smell of coffee filled the conference room, the prison guards stirred the cup without looking up. Holding the coffee, he took a small sip, sighed in satisfaction, held up the cup, turned around, and strode out of the conference room—
In other words, from the beginning to the end, the prison guard who stared at a surprised look didn't even give Ryan a corner of his eye.
The prison guard left the meeting room, closed the door and sat down at the entrance of the meeting room—this was his first overtime work since he entered the Absolute Wing Pavilion. According to Eli's instructions, he had to wait patiently for the senior executives in the room behind him After finishing all the nonsense, come up with a meeting summary that can satisfy the king, and then use your own eyes to watch every high-level person return to their cells, lock their cell doors, and then go back to their dormitories sleep
.
"—If there is a meeting in the middle of the night... probably the content of the meeting is also shameful." The cold wind blowing from the open window at the end of the corridor shivered for a while, sticking out the tip of his tongue and grimacingly licked his hands. Coffee, and then, leaning against the door of the meeting room, humming a little song to relieve myself without any pressure.
What Reis didn't know was that when he walked out of the conference room, the dozens of pairs of eyes staring at him behind him were instantly filled with envy, jealousy and hatred, almost bleeding...
And Reyes' behavior happened to be the last straw that broke the camel's back.
Accompanied by a bang, all the teapots and cups placed in front of Ryan were violently thrown to the wall of the conference room, and he angrily threw away the panic-stricken high-level executive he was holding in his hand!
"-waste!"
The young man's beautiful face was completely filled with anger at this time, almost distorting his perfect appearance. In the deathly silence of the room, he fell back to his seat heavily, raised his head, and seemed to be very upset That head of soft flaxen hair took a long breath: "Now tell me one by one, starting with Leibart, tell me why we are sitting here tonight-I! Want! Know! Know! Your prisoners, why? , there will be a part of it, out of control!!!!"
Accompanied by the almost half-shouted question of the king, the named Leibart was a senior executive on the 28th floor who suddenly raised his head!
Leibart lives next door to Hawkeye. At this moment, he was unfortunately called by his name, his face was full of confusion, and he seemed to be a little confused about why he was taken out for the first operation when he clearly supported Ryan... No Looking at Ryan, he subconsciously raised his head and glanced at the man who was sitting across from his desk at the same moment and also belonged to a high-level position—at this moment, the man was probably the only one present who seemed very relaxed, and he supported his chin with one hand , there was a faint smile on the corner of his lips, when he seemed to feel Leibart's gaze, he raised his head and gave him a very bright smile...
When the man did this, under the blindfold, the alluring tear mole appeared extremely vivid. ()
Hawkeye's performance at this time can only be expressed with gloating.
Leibart choked, and turned his head to look at the dark-faced King Power quickly—at this moment, the new King Power uniforms haven't been ready yet, so now Ryan is still wearing the same high-level uniform as them . Clearing his throat, Leibart tried his best to answer the boy with a calm voice: "The situation here is not that complicated, but when I asked for a small meeting at noon today, there were three prisoners on the 20th floor, two The prisoners on the 19th floor and one prisoner from the 17th floor didn't show up, and they didn't ask me for leave—I was later told that during my meeting, these six prisoners were with another prisoner from the 20th floor. inmates stay together
. "
Ryan's voice can almost be described as icy cold: "Name."
"... not sure, they all call him Big Mater."
As soon as Leibart finished speaking, except for the smile on Hawkeye's lips that became clearer, the other prisoners present could clearly see that Ryan's face suddenly darkened—the beautiful lake green pupils slowly drooped, half dozing. Staring at a certain corner of the meeting room, now, anyone who has a long-term mind can hear that Ryan has hated his teeth, and smiled back with anger, and said lightly: "Ruan Xiangyuan, I know."
Leibart: "…"
Ruan Xiangyuan
Immediately matching this name with the unreliable face of a black-haired young man, Leibart suddenly felt that the matter was not as "not that complicated" as he said before, but rather...
Ryan's gaze quickly swept across the faces of the high-level executives. Except for a habitual pause when he passed by Hawkeye, he was expressionless from beginning to end: "Where is Ruan Xiangyuan?"
Snapped.
In the silent conference room, a row of paper was suddenly thrown on the table—the crisp sound drew everyone's attention to the direction from which the sound came.
A black card with an ancient symbol on the back that no one can understand. The person who moved the card stretched out a slightly pale hand and gently turned the card over. It was a weird card—this is the scene. The first thought of the high-level executives when they saw the front of the card was not ordinary poker. The front of this card was painted with an angel. The angel played a small trumpet on the last judgment. Some people stood up from their graves to celebrate , on the card, also painted a flag with a red cross on a white background flying, and every man, woman and child looks up to the spirit, as if this is their way back to the homeland of God or the Creator.
"Major card twenty, judgment, reversed position - people in power use negative methods to fill the emptiness in their hearts, which symbolizes that there is no road to heaven ahead - Ruan Xiangyuan? That guy has a fever tonight and can't come."
An old voice came from the other end of the conference room. At this moment, the old magic stick was staring at the cards in front of him, without looking at Ryan from the beginning to the end. The elderly man was sitting peacefully in his wheelchair. To the left of the man sits the clown, and to the right is the sparrow
.
In the silent conference room, all the high-level executives became cautious even when breathing.
"My rule is, don't do anything to people who have half a foot in the coffin." Ryan stared at the old magic stick who was shrouded in darkness, "I break this rule, get out."
The old magic stick smiled, and there was no trace of the frustration of an old man on his face. He nimbly turned his wheelchair, slid away without a sound, and was about to leave the conference table—
"Wait." Ryan said coldly, "Leave all the cards in your hand."
The old magic stick paused when he left, turned his head, and threw a reassuring expression to the clown who was looking at him worriedly in a direction Ryan could not see, and then raised his hand without hesitation With a swish, he threw a thick stack of cards in his hand—probably having been used for a long time, some of which were beginning to fade, and threw them all onto the smooth and cold conference table.
"Very good." Ryan raised the corners of his lips, "Come here, burn it for me."
The old god stick sneered, slid his wheelchair, and left the meeting room without looking back.
For a long time, no one dared to move. It seemed like a century had passed before someone finally made a move—only this time, unexpectedly, it was Hawkeye who stood up at the conference table. With a lazy smile on the corner of his lips, he walked to the original position of the old magic wand with steady steps. With his long and beautiful fingers, he collected the twenty-one Tarot cards one by one, and then sat down. On the side, he took out the exquisite lighter hidden in his pocket, and patiently lit the cards one by one.
The man's beautiful and feminine face was half-hidden behind the faint light of the fire, and the lighter in his hand was probably custom-made by someone. It looked like a very beautiful eagle about to fly—the corners of Ryan's lips tightened, unconsciously, He reached into his jacket pocket - where he said he touched, there was a metal badge with the same pattern as the lighter in Hawkeye's hand.
The expression on Ryan's face was unpredictable—looking at the twenty-five senior executives sitting around him, for a moment, he almost wanted to just leave the meeting room like this, and never cared about the remaining mess.
Don't think about those people who are just around the corner.
Don't think about why the bottom prisoners are starting to rebel
.
Don't think about why the apparently stable situation suddenly lost control after the black-haired young man left the confinement room without warning.
His face was pale, and there were bursts of icy chills from inside his body—this situation was not what he imagined at first—the king in his imagination should not be in such embarrassment as he is today.
"Little Ryan, you are the best killer of the 'Red' organization, in terms of skills, speed, and the quality of the tasks..."
In the meeting room with no lights on, the beautiful man with half of his face hidden behind the only firelight had a deep and elegant voice, which sounded hypnotically in the ears of all the senior executives...
"In this world, there are not many killers comparable to you. You are outstanding." Hawkeye sneered, but his eyes were fixed on the "strength" in his hand, which symbolized dominance. The ground was licked by the tongue of fire. It seemed that it was going to burn up, "But, it's just as a killer."
Shaking his hands lightly, he threw the cards with only a little charred edge into the ashtray. The man finally raised his head and looked at the other side of the conference room without fear. The current king of Building 3 was stunned Eyes: "You are just a group of innocent children, why do you want to participate in the world of adults? - Do you know if you have ever thought that during the long process from childhood to adulthood, there were so many teachers who taught you, covering almost every aspect, Why has no one ever dared to say a word to you when it comes to 'power and position'?"
He looked at the boy's eyes that were gradually widening with satisfaction.
Hawkeye smiled: "Never treat your boss as a fool, trying to climb to a position you shouldn't be, just a cocoon."
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