Lei Qie watched the u8 novel for a while, and suddenly remembered something, and stretched out his hand towards the puppet's neck. When the man picked up the exquisite metal collar with a slender finger, he was very careful not to let himself go. When he met the cold body that was motionless, he silently groped for a circle on the icy metal collar. Finally, he paused his wrist and gently took off the royal power badge that had been hanging on the collar. .
In the dark night, white snowflakes were falling, and for a moment, the man's eyes, which were considered the most beautiful in the world by the former son of a bitch, suddenly underwent some different changes.
His fingertips rubbed the uneven and delicate badge lightly, as if he could still feel its temperature, and even when he closed his eyes, he seemed to be able to hear the sweet sound of the badge colliding with the collar as the pup ran. sound. The man slowly opened his eyes, and carefully put the badge of royal power into his pocket, as if it had become something more important than the badge itself
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It took Leiqie more than ten minutes to carefully and patiently sprinkle the soil evenly with hands—
The cold wind blew and rolled up the surrounding snow, and the white snowflakes were wrapped in finely divided soil. At this moment, there was finally no trace of the tree being dug up.
"..."
When the man raised his head again, he turned into Rachel from half a year ago, that creature that Baitang evaluated as "not human".
Those azure blue pupils were bottomless, but they were as calm as a mirror, as if they would never stir up any waves again. Slightly lowering his eyes to hide the indifference in his eyes, the man raised his hand to wipe off the snowflakes on his shoulders, turned around and walked into Building No. 2 without looking back.
A minute later, on the first floor of Building No. 2, Prisoner A in the lower bunk of the outermost cell in the corridor was awakened in his sleep. The glaring light scared him to jump up from his bed. He was about to swear, but he was watching When it became clear who the tall figure behind the light was, it changed from anger to fright, all the dirty words slammed to the brakes before the first syllable was swallowed back into the stomach—
Rachel put away the badge of royal power in his hand, watched the railing of the cell slowly slide away in front of him with a blank expression, then took a long legged step and stepped into this unbelievably crowded low-rise cell for him. Gave a glimpse to the prisoners in the cell who stared at him with astonishment, he picked up the communicator hanging by the wall, and quickly typed a few numbers on the keyboard.
The person on the other end of the communicator seemed to have been waiting for him for a long time. The first second the man left the dial pad, there was a vague response sound, and the prisoners in the cell did not dare to fart. Looking at their building, the king leaned against the communicator and listened for a while, then after the voice on the other side stopped, he said in a very calm voice—
"Then, let's do it."
After saying this, the red-haired man turned around and walked out without looking back. The only thing left to these low-level prisoners was the rustling sound of the material of the coat that was casually draped over the man's shoulders.
"...Move, what hand do you move?"
The eight prisoners in the room looked at each other, stunned, but they also saw doubts in the eyes of their companions. Finally, Prisoner B, who was closest to the communicator, rolled down from the bed, flung himself limply to the communicator, looked at the call records, turned his head, and announced to his cellmates: "Hit, hit!" Twenty-eight floors
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"The agent on the twenty-eighth floor lived here." The prisoner C on the inside grabbed his pillow with a troubled face, "Why is Wang contacting him at this time?"
Even if it's just a newly promoted junior executive on the 25th floor, they are completely unattainable big shots for people like them, let alone kings? So their name for Rachel is different from that of high-level people like Sparte. Under normal circumstances, the lower-level prisoners of the Absolute Wing Pavilion are more inclined to call their kings directly "King".
On the lower bunk closest to the cell door, the unlucky Prisoner A, who was the first to be frightened, showed a gloating expression: "Who knows, I just know that someone must be down tonight—"
He didn't finish his sentence.
Because before he could utter the last word, his words were interrupted by the harsh metallic sound of the cell doors opening—
Almost every day I heard the annoying and ignored voice, and it sounded earth-shattering like never before in this night. I have never heard such a neat sound when the cell doors are opened at the same time. I only know this voice today. It can also be as exciting as the most passionate symphony in the world—
Prisoner A opened his mouth wide, and it grew bigger and bigger. His eyes stared at the other prisoners in the prison in horror. In addition to the fact that the door of their cell was forcibly opened by the king with the royal badge, the prisoner in the opposite cell also hesitantly poked his head out of the wide open door...
No, not just across from them.
And the cell on the left across from them, the cell on the right—until this prisoner heard the peculiar squeak, squeak, slap, slap, and slap of the fat prisoner in the cell next door to them as he walked barefoot on the marble floor!
There were buzzing noises from unexplained prisoners discussing everywhere. When the voices became louder and the emotionally agitated prisoners began to use chair legs to bridge the railing, everyone heard a shrill sound at the same time. Immediately afterwards, all of their communicators were forcibly switched on. In the inexplicable eyes of everyone, someone on the other end of the communicator finally spoke—
Uncle Spatt: "Hello? Can you hear me?"
Outside the cell, there was a mess of "I can hear you", "What are you doing", "Sparte, are you sick", "What are you doing in the middle of the night", mixed with various gestures of cursing.
Obviously, curses from all directions made Uncle Sparte confirm that his voice had reached every corner of Building No. 2
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"—I heard that the agent manager was not only a mercenary before, but also a professional network technical engineer."
Confused, he was about to turn around and ask what happened, when Prisoner A heard Prisoner C muttering inside, and he suddenly rolled his big eyes with his small eyes and cursed: "Mao's network engineer, hackers are hackers, Why do you say it so nicely!"
On the 28th floor, the acting manager of Building No. 2, Spatt, communicated with King Rachel for no more than a minute, and then used some kind of technology to open the cell doors of all the prisoners in Building No. 2, and then passed the same At the same time, hundreds of communicators in the second building were connected, turning them from simple communicators into a full-frequency broadcast tool—
Simply narrating the king's order, and skipping over the reason simply and rudely, when Sparte was in a mess in the second building, he ordered the whole building to search for Mira with a calm voice. ()
The prisoner who slept on the upper and lower bunks with Mira didn’t know what to do. He said “That’s not how Mira is” and climbed to the upper bunk in a daze.
What has nothing to do with him is that the Majesty, and all the higher ups, are looking for a teenager named Mira.
Unfortunately, this Mira was the Mira he understood.
"They won't whip me just because Mira and I share bunk beds!"
When this unlucky guy changed his underwear with snot and tears, the cellmate sleeping opposite him sneered and gave him two words——
"Be less stupid."
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So, on this snowy night, when the prison guards in the second building crept into the bathtub with red and swollen eyes staring like rabbits, in the prison separated from him by the wall, countless people who were encouraged by the king completely ignored The so-called curfew-ruled prisoners in Building Two are tiptoing out of the prison.
The meeting room in Building No. 2 is located on the twenty-ninth floor. There is a specially vacated cell here. There is no bed in it, only a table. Behind the table is a huge, overly ornate armchair. Surrounding them, A dozen comfortable chairs, but much more understated than the one at the front
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At this moment, the king of Building No. 2 frowned impatiently, and sat on the most gorgeous armchair with one hand propping his chin, while the other hand rested naturally on the armrest of the chair, slender His fingertips twitched lightly and regularly.
Suddenly, Rachel's movements stopped abruptly.
At the same time, Sparte pushed the door open and reported to his king in a deep voice: "I found it."
Rachel didn't speak, and he even maintained the movement of supporting his perfectly curved jaw with one hand, but his blue pupils moved and gave Spart a neutral look, but the latter immediately understood what he meant , so after waiting patiently for about five minutes, the door of the conference room was knocked open, and the person who came in was Spatt's former roommate Rice, his face was livid, and it was obvious that the one who opened the door recklessly regardless of the king he-
Lei Qie chuckled, the corners of her lips curled up in her eyes but there was no smile: "Take it easy, Rice."
The sentence seemed to be commonplace, but it made the tall and strong man with an ugly face change. When Rachel finished speaking, another figure appeared behind Rice, and that person turned around and walked into the light. It can be seen clearly that it is DK who is still paralyzed.
And what DK is holding in his hand is none other than Mira.
At this time, the young man's pretty face no longer showed the pride and fragility that belonged to the young master at the beginning. He looked extremely embarrassed, his white coat was stained with dry blood, and his golden hair was also stained. Because the hiding place was covered with dust and became dim, when he walked into the door, he still had a stupid expression of generosity on his face. However, the first second he saw Rachel, he was almost undisguised. trembling.
Rachel's fingers that were lightly resting on the armrest stopped beating, and he slowly raised his hand, while Mira, who was grabbed by DK a few meters away from him, the fear on his face became more and more obvious as he raised his hand—
In his memory, he had never seen Rachel Reines like this.
In most cases, this eldest son of Reins always seems to have a soul wandering outside the state. Although he doesn't seem to care much about anything, he has always been the darling of the teachers or professors in the school—
"Heaven's Proud Son"
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That's how people at the time described him.
However, at this moment, under such a dim light, the man who was once known as the "Heaven's Proud Son" has turned into a demon of the same kind. He is sitting alone on that luxurious and exaggerated armchair, curled up. Legs, when most prisoners moved barefoot according to the rules, his feet were covered with long heavy military boots, and there was a warm smile on the corner of his lips.
When he tilted his head slightly to look at Mira, the boy was very sure that for a moment, his heart stopped beating.
"Scared?"
When Leiqie spoke, his slightly raised tone was full of sarcasm, and even the high-level executives present couldn't help but look at each other and expressed that they couldn't bear it. At this time, DK, who had already let go of Mira, went to Uncle Spart outside the door. , with a serious face, told their steward the very bad news—
"Uncle, the boss is crazy, what should I do?"
Uncle Spatt gave his current roommate a look of "we wish we were lucky" and continued to watch.
In the meeting room, Mira was crying so hard, his whole face was dirty, and the tears even washed out gullies along his face. He was crying intermittently, starting from how much he liked Rachel the first time he saw him, Speaking of Mia, talking about his own deformed family relationship, and finally talking about how he used tricks to rub against those second princes and killed them with light defenses, and then cut off their heads—
"They deserve it! They deserve it!!" Mira's face was ferocious, his eyes widened with excitement. He knelt on the ground, but stared at Leiqie who was sitting expressionlessly with his eyes full of tears. "They should all be buried with Mia—but you are different, you are different, brother Reins, hehehehe, we like you—so, so I will let you die in the same way as Mia, Then, then you can be with Mia underground forever, and you wait for me for decades—when I enjoy all the glory and wealth, I will come to find—”
Mira's words were interrupted by the man standing up suddenly.
"Accompany you?"
Mira paused because of Rachel's rhetorical question. The boy lowered his head and watched the pair of overly delicate military boots slowly walking towards him. In his gradually dilated pupils, the military boots stopped beside him—then immediately There was severe pain from being crushed on his fingers, and when he raised his head in pain to beg for mercy, he could only see the man's eyes that had almost turned into ice blue, without a trace of emotion in them
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Not even taunting.
"She doesn't deserve it." Rachel increased the strength on her feet, her voice was flat and without ups and downs, almost saying every word, "you don't deserve it either."
The man's answer was like thunder, every word smashed into the young man's ears. As the young man's cheeks became paler, when he thought that the only remaining fingers of his left hand were about to be trampled off alive, Rachel suddenly let go. After kicking his feet, the man took two steps on his hind legs, squatted down, stretched out a finger to pick up the boy's jaw, and forced him to look at him—
"Is this the hand that pushed it down?"
Mira took a breath.
Obviously, the red-haired man had already tacitly agreed that this was his answer.
Without hesitation for a second, the man withdrew his finger. The man stood up, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his finger, threw the handkerchief on the ground, and waved to Rice behind him in a disgusted voice without looking back. —
"Pull it out."
The simple order made Rice show an excited expression. The burly man let out a chuckle from his throat. The next second, a small handful suddenly appeared in his hand. The metal tweezers—in this Jueyin Pavilion where prisoners are absolutely forbidden to hide metal objects privately, Rice held them and pinched Mira to the ground. While the boy was crying and struggling frantically, he clung to his knees Staring at his back, and grabbing his flailing fingers—
With an earth-shattering scream, the boy's intact right fingernail was pulled off alive.
The pain between fingers and heart is more unbearable than any other pain. However, as if he couldn't hear the hysterical cries behind him, Lei Qie, who was leaning on the window, looked at the snow outside the window expressionlessly, and then gently lifted his hands. The lid on the spout of the pot—it was the kettle that Uncle Spart put here specially prepared for making tea or coffee during the meeting, but at this moment, the man who never bothered about such trivial things opened him under such circumstances, When the sobbing voice behind him called "Brother Reins" piecemeal, the man paused and pointed the spout of the pot at the water inlet.
When the water filled the jug, he carefully closed the lid and plugged it in.
The white animal skin carpet was covered with blood, and there were five intact nails.
There was a piece of wet on the carpet, I don't know if it was tears or snot, or something else... Until the peculiar smell of urinary incontinence came from behind the man, and Rachel's crying sound gradually became hoarse but still loud Frowning in the middle, a sudden attack of cleanliness
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His blue pupils stared out of the window, watching the lights turn on in Sui's cell in Building 1 next door...
Tsk, I really know how to scream. The man raised his eyebrows, and was about to turn around and say something, when the scream of the kettle boiling also sounded at the same time.
Rachel swallowed back the words on his lips, bent down and unplugged the power, picked up the kettle full of boiling water by the way, walked to Rice's side in two or three steps, and handed the heavy kettle to him in a serious manner—
"He's too noisy." The man said flatly, "Shut him up."
After saying this, Lei Qie opened the door of the conference room expressionlessly, and strode towards the King Quan elevator without looking back.
The rulers of the second building left, leaving only a group of silent high-level people around outside the meeting room—
So all the high-level people were lucky enough to see this shocking scene—if they hadn’t come to the Jueying Pavilion in this life, they would probably never know what happened when a pot of freshly boiled water was poured down a living person’s throat. What a horrible situation.
When Rice left the boy who had been tossed to the brink of death and announced that he would go back to each house to find his own mother, the high-level executives all heaved a sigh of relief, and hurriedly dispersed in twos and threes.
At this moment, they accidentally heard the conversation between the two on the 28th floor half an hour ago.
- Boss is crazy, what should I do
— ask for blessings
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It's a sleepless night, for all of us.
When Ruan Xiangyuan, who was thousands of miles away, was talking about the apple that had been cut into cute little rabbits and was stuffed into the arms of his mother who was crying with snot and tears, he didn't know that his soul had just left, and the sheets in the ward were almost Before he had time to sit in the heat, at this moment, the prison named Absolute Wing Hall, which had the most complete and advanced hardware equipment in the world and was almost legendary for an ordinary person like him, turned upside down because of him.
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