Vodalila smiled with satisfaction and continued: "After killing them, you will be the leader of those children. You have to set new norms. You must be strict and fair to make them believe in you. This society is full of people.
You have been given the opportunity, but you cannot get ahead by legitimate means because you lack the material basis for survival. Since society does not care about you, you do not need to follow its laws. In order to survive, everything is possible and everything is possible.
Yes, because this is the sacred right given to you by nature. If you have the opportunity, read more books. Are you illiterate? It doesn't matter. You can go to the education center to receive intensive teaching. Electronic information and optical sensing, these are necessary courses for dealing with security systems.
, as well as metal stress and material mechanics, you will always have to open safes in the future, won’t you..."
Two hours later, Vodalila returned to his temporary residence in a happy mood.
When Monli Blanca opened the door for him, he kissed her gently on the cheek.
"Captain, have you encountered anything happy?" Mongli • Blanca asked.
"Yes, today I saw a bright future." Vodalila replied with a smile.
After Vodaliya walked into the hall, he immediately frowned.
Under the light, thick dark red blood flowed quietly on the floor, and the body of a middle-aged man fell to the ground in a weird posture.
The sound of rock music was deafening in the room, and the members of the Western Cowboys were still going about their business as if nothing had happened.
The landlord, Mr. Wang Lei, and his wife, Song Nibi, each held a wine glass and danced vigorously to the rhythm.
Under Song Nibi's translucent suspender skirt, it can be seen that she went into battle in a vacuum, with purple hickeys overlapping on her chest. It looked like she had just experienced intense sexual exercise.
Mike Darris was harassing her from time to time next to her, sometimes touching her breasts and sometimes touching her legs with his big hands.
Bloody corpses, beautiful women, drunkards, and music form a strange world!
"What happened?" Vodalila asked.
"This guy is the lover of Mr. Wang Lei and his wife. When he came to see Mrs. Wang today, it happened that Mr. Wang and his wife were busy in the bedroom. He walked in without knocking. Mr. Wang was so angry that he and his wife were busy in the bedroom.
There was a physical conflict, and finally Carl Rhodes, who was peeping, was hit by a wine glass during their fight, so in anger, Carl Rhodes took action..." Mike
;#8226; Daris looked at the corpse and shook his head.
Vodaliya clapped her hands gently, and the music and dancing stopped immediately.
"Alright, let's get rid of the body. Let's gather in the hall later. I have something to say..." Vodalila said lightly, turning and leaving without even looking at them.
"You see, Ren Xiaoyao, these people are my men. They all have outstanding power, but they cannot control it and can only release it through killing. For them, except for their teammates, the lives of others are not theirs.
It's not worth mentioning at all. In other words, you no longer regard yourself as an ordinary 'human being'. Perhaps, this is the fate of being a super-mind warrior. What about you, Ren Xiaoyao, and how do your subordinates face that kind of
Where's the pressure one?" Voldaliya muttered to himself as he walked towards his room.
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"What, why should I stay..." Hongmao was obviously dissatisfied with this decision.
"Hongmao, you have many tasks to do when you stay. The task of protecting Huang Boxu is more important..." Ren Xiaoyao scratched his head and said.
Ren Xiaoyao took Hongmao to the secret base where Ji Yunsheng and Huang Boxu lived.
Ren Xiaoyao pushed open the mahogany door of the living room on the second floor, and what caught his eye was Ji Yunsheng's thin back. When he heard the footsteps, he turned around and smiled at Ren Xiaoyao.
"Is the little guy still painting?" Ren Xiaoyao whispered.
"Yes, painting seems to be her life..." Ji Yunsheng sighed.
In the middle of the living room floor, Huang Boxu, wearing white pajamas, was kneeling on the floor, smearing on white paper with concentration.
Colorful crayons were scattered around him, and the light breeze blew up the plain white screen of the floor-to-ceiling windows, forming a moving pattern.
"What exactly are we fighting for?" Ji Yunsheng suddenly asked.
"What?" Ren Xiaoyao didn't come back to his senses for a moment.
"I mean, can we really see the future from his paintings?" Ji Yunsheng asked.
"Maybe, but I can't understand his paintings..." As he said that, Ren Xiaoyao picked up a few paintings from the ground.
He opened his mouth and said: "What is this? It seems like a lot of people. What about this one? It seems to be a big pillar. This one is still a pillar, but there are many yellow balls around it. I really don't understand it. And
This, hey, the painting of this small building is quite clear. By the way, this looks a bit like where you live..."
Ji Yunsheng smiled bitterly and shook his head. Ren Xiaoyao, who has the title of the richest man in the world and the rank of Major General in China, really does not look like a general.
Not willing to let Xiaoyao dictate to a child anymore, Ji Yunsheng turned around and left. The moment he left, he felt Huang Boxu's eyes on his back, so he stopped and turned around.
Those pure eyes looked at him darkly and deeply, and Ji Yunsheng's heart palpitated inexplicably. He seemed to have caught something, but there was a hollow echo in his heart.
After Huang Boxu glanced at him, he lowered his head and started drawing.
Ji Yunsheng also turned around and left, and Ren Xiaoyao's gushing comments could be heard in his ears. In any case, this child is by no means as completely incapable of communicating with the outside world as we imagined... Ji Yunsheng thought silently.
Night has fallen, and Beijing at night shows more brilliant vitality than during the day. Colorful lights surround the entire city and interweave into bright neon lights.
The air was extremely humid, and the colorful mist blurred the sight of pedestrians, as if everything was shaking.
It was as if in such a dark night, Beijing was alive.
"Have you found it?" Ji Yunsheng asked Ren Xiaoyao, who was beside him with his eyes closed and meditating.
Ren Xiaoyao slowly opened his eyes and smiled slightly at Ji Yunsheng.
"Okay, let's go!" Ren Xiaoyao shouted to Qin Yan, the three girls and Evans.
"Hey, General Ren, are you very brave today?" said Ji Yunsheng, who came to see him off.
Ren Xiaoyao and the four girls exchanged knowing smiles and boarded the car one after another.
Qin Yan sat next to Ren Xiaoyao and held his hand tightly.
Ren Yu, who was sitting in the driver's seat, started the engine, and the special Hongqi bulletproof car that had just been transferred to Ren Xiaoyao slowly drove out.