As soon as Jason spoke, a sparkle bloomed in Pels' eyes.

That is, hopefully!

In his 'escape plan', Jason is the more suitable one than the 'newcomer' and the 'luck' of Kalen.

It's just that......

Sugar?

Why do you say sugar?

However, this did not prevent Pelce from answering.

"Is fruit candy OK?"

Pelce said as he pulled out two pieces of candy from his pocket.

The red-green wrapping paper rolls up the candy and has beautiful folds on both sides.

Jason nodded.

Peer immediately handed over the candy.

It does not enter the room, but is transmitted through a 'pass' on one side of the wall.

A boxy opening to put your hand in appeared, with a metal tray, on which Peer placed the candy, and then the tray sank and the mouth closed.

Then, the floor in front of Jason floated, and the tray with two pieces of candy appeared.

After Jason picks up the two candies, the floor sinks and everything goes back to normal.

Twisting the wrapper, Jason tossed the candy into his mouth.

The sweetness spreads.

A feeling of happiness arises spontaneously.

Although the 'nutritious meal' is free and really nutritious, it really has no taste.

I've been eating the 'nutritious meal' for three and a half days, and Jason really misses the taste.

Such nostalgia was satisfied at this time.

The sweet, tangerine-flavored candy unleashes its sweetness on the tongue, and Jason's more saliva participates in it, allowing the sweetness to spread from the mouth to the throat, esophagus, and stomach.

Call!

Jason let out a long sigh and turned his head to look at Pelles, who was standing outside the door, slightly nervous.

Why Pelce did this, Jason knew it.

Even, what Pelce wants to do next, Jason can guess a thing or two.

"Running away is not the best option."

Jason said very dryly.

Now that you know what the other party wants to do, turn the opponent's hole cards over and get more initiative.

What the?!

Pelles' face was shocked when he heard Jason's words.

How did he know?

In the back of his mind, Pelce asked himself.

Then, the 'contact' spoke calmly.

"Jason, what are you talking about?"

"I don't really understand."

Jason looked at Pelce who was holding on, and the corners of his mouth curled under the mask.

Peles belongs to the category of people who can't hide their emotions well.

To put it simply, he is a relatively simple person.

It is precisely because of this that the other party will be 'picked' out.

"Do you think it's over?"

Instead of dwelling with Pelce over the 'escape', Jason deflected the issue.

"Schilling is dead?"

"Isn't that enough?"

Pelce was stunned.

"How can it be enough?"

"Schilling's death is the beginning."

Jason affirmed.

Although Jason has not been able to confirm who the 'behind-the-scenes layout person' is, but after the other party made such a big move, he wanted to die 'Schilling', the housekeeper of the 'Sender family'?

Whatever he said, Jason didn't believe it.

The other party's purpose is at least the 'Sender family'.

Even, a little bigger.

Pelce stood in the doorway in a daze, with a thoughtful look on his face.

But right away, Pelce looked at Jason with a strange look.

Too deceptive, right?

Obviously five big and three thick, why do you still use your brain?

Shouldn't someone like Jason be reckless?

Whatever it is, it's a knife down.

If one knife doesn't work, the second one!

This is in line with Jason's image!

This 'contact' couldn't help but complain in his heart.

Jason saw the strange look on Pelles' face, but he didn't care.

Use your brain when it's time to use it.

Be reckless when you should be.

As for how to choose?

He has always lived from the heart.

Bullying the soft and afraid of the hard?

Inexistent!

From the heart is to follow the guidance of the heart, a person who abides by instinct, how can it be said that he bullies the weak and fears the hard?

"That's why you're alive."

Jason continued.

This sentence startled Pelce.

"What do you mean?"

Peer asked hurriedly.

"Because you're still useful!"

"Otherwise, you would have been killed by that murderer, believe me, if you need to, the person behind the long-term layout has a hundred ways to make you die."

"The simplest is ......"

"With what he gave you."

Jason replied as a matter of course.

With what he gave me?

Peer was deep in thought.

Then, the 'contact''s face turned slightly pale, and his voice trembled slightly, and he asked, "Are you talking about the USB drive with the addition and deletion programs?" ”

Jason nodded.

Since the 'behind-the-scenes layout' dared to give this USB drive directly to Peles, he naturally thought about what Peles might use it for in the future.

And this is all in the 'category' recognized by the other side.

It is also under control.

"Is that person aware of our current conversation?"

Pelce's face grew paler.

"Not really."

"Although I don't know much about the other party's program, but the 'security facilities' here should be quite comprehensive, modifying a monitoring screen, and modifying a monitoring screen, and then transmitting the original monitoring screen to a certain location, is a completely two-level difficulty, and, with the other party's caution, will not use this method of exposing 'their own location' at all."

"He also opted for a simpler, more direct approach."

Jason reminded Pelce.

"You mean...... Usb! ”

Pelles' eyes widened, and he looked completely unconscious.

What else could be in it besides that program?

Locator?

Bug?

Still is......

Miniature bombs?

Peeres couldn't help but think about it.

"Whatever you think, you can come up."

"And it's not difficult to verify."

"It's okay if you give the wrong information."

"Remember! The kind of information that has a high tolerance rate for errors. ”

"For example, you succeeded with Jialun, but failed with me."

Jason reminded again.

"Okay, I see, Jason."

After saying that, the 'contact' Pelce turned around and chose to leave.

Looking at the door that had regained its 'wood color', Jason suddenly understood more and more why the 'behind-the-scenes layout' would choose Pelce.

It's so easy to use!

His simple analysis allowed Peere to deliver the 'message' he wanted.

Pelce may have chosen to cooperate with the 'abuser', and the other party can guess.

But do the 'abusers' cooperate?

'Golden Lamb' Jialun is likely to cooperate.

And he?

is an unknown.

In other words, Pelce's quest for cooperation is a temptation on the part of the other party.

If it succeeds, the other person will move on to the next step.

And if it fails?

The other party will naturally use the means of backup.

"Which one would be the Gibsons, the 'Heras', the 'Emmels' and the 'Lothars'?"

Jason muttered to himself.

Then, as soon as I raised my hand, I pressed the button of 'Nutritious Meal (Free) again.

Bite.

A crisp sound echoed throughout the room.

……

Zone F, 'Game' Building, Top Floor.

Schilling's body had long since been removed, and even the blood had been cleaned.

Brand new carpets.

disinfectants, ventilation, air fresheners.

After a series of means were used, the entire conference room could not see the original mess at all.

Knock, knock!

The old man of the Gibsons habitually knocked on the table and broke the silence first.

"Three, are we going to sit here?"

The old man said, leaning back, his hands crossed in front of his lower abdomen, looking leisurely and complacent, with the victory in his hands.

"Of course not."

"But the necessary mourning is a must."

"Schilling is a good guy."

The representative of the Hera family, the lady, sighed.

"Donna, are you kidding?"

"Of the four people I am here, apart from Young Master Lothar 11, who else is qualified to mourn for Schilling?"

"Or to be more precise, Schilling's death is inseparable from the three of us."

The old man who spoke first sneered, his tone full of disdain for the representative of the Hera family.

"Me?"

"What does you Rodney have to do with me Donna?"

"I just broke the rules because Schilling, the representative of the 'Sender family', broke the rules, so I stood up."

The lady named Donna shook the small black folding fan in her hand and retorted unceremoniously.

"Then you have the ability not to accept the property of the 'Sender family' in Area F!"

Rodney sat up straight, a persecutive, but agitated.

"Why?"

"I'm representing the 'Hera family.'"

"And, Rodney, don't play with your cleverness, I'm not going to be fooled."

Donna opened the folding fan and stood in front of the veil.

The face that was already unclear became more and more difficult to see at this time.

Even, with a strange sense of ambiguity.

At the same time, a sense of danger rose from Rodney's heart.

The representative of the Gibson family suddenly jumped out of his chair.

Sou!

Click!

The Gibson family representative jumped out of his chair to the side, and the entire chair was torn apart.

"Donna!"

Rodney let out a low roar and was about to pounce.

However, the representative of the Emmel family stood in the way of Rodney.

"Witters, are you partnered with Donna?"

Rodney let out a low roar, like the roar of a big cat.

"Nope."

"I only want to get my fair share of the benefits for the Emer family - we can give up the other properties of the 'Sender family' in Area F, but the 'game' and everything it represents, I want to be owned by the Emer family."

As the Emel family, Witters stood between Rodney and Donna, and said in a deep and powerful voice like the other's body.

It's just that the voice has just fallen.

Rodney and Donna, who were still tense at the last moment, sneered at the same time.

"Wittes, I'm afraid you didn't wake up, did you?"

"'Game'? And everything it represents? ”

"Do you think we're stupid?"

The two of them questioned the representative of the Emel family word by word.

Witters, on the other hand, was unmoved.

"Tell me your terms, right?"

Witters asked word for word.

"The 'Sender family's 'game' in Area F and everything it represents should be owned by the Gibson family!"

Rodney said plainly.

"Wrong!"

"It's supposed to be the Hera family!"

Donna isn't far behind.

The air of-for-tat reappeared.

And this time, Wittus is on the move.

The quarrel grew louder and louder, and Lothar 11, who was sitting on the side, frowned more and more.

Eventually—

"I'm sorry, I'm not feeling well."

"I want to get away for a while."

Lothar11 The young man was a little uncomfortable with the situation in front of him, and after saying a word, he got up and left the conference hall.

Click!

The door to the conference hall was closed.

The soundproofed door kept the quarrel out completely.

Lothar 11 sighed slightly and walked to the side of the lounge.

As the 11th heir to the Lothar family, he has no hope of inheriting the family, and his brothers and sisters are not allowed to care about him.

As a result, he will be in Area F, the 'fringe' of the Lothar family.

Fortunately, he had a good life.

There is no calculation of his brothers and sisters, nor the oppressive gaze of his father.

It was really nice to be able to read most of the time and be able to hunt occasionally.

Can......

Sender 9 died.

Not a normal death, but an assassination.

It messes everything up.

He had a premonition that a bloody storm was coming, so he was ready to stay away.

Not involved.

There will be no inclination either.

Anyway, as the young master of the Lothar family, he represents the Lothar family, and he can get everything he deserves.

Because, Lothar.

Thinking of this, Lothar 11 was reluctant to even go to the lounge.

As soon as he turned around, he walked straight downstairs.

He was going back to his room, taking a good shower, relaxing, and then taking out an ancient book, lying on his side on the bed, and reading well.

Of course, sparkling water and potato chips are a must.

As for more things?

He didn't want to pay attention.

I don't want to care.

I can't control it.

Sender9 is sad that a friend has died, but what can he do?

There was nothing he could do.

"I'm sorry, my friend."

"Although we only became friends because of our similar identities and did not have the slightest common language, as a 'friend', I still hope you can ......"

Lothar 11 thought silently in his heart, and the whole person boarded the car downstairs.

This is a car belonging to the Lothar family, and it is very recognizable.

However, when it came time to board the car, Lothar 11 regretted it.

Because, the driver and bodyguard of the car is not from the Lothar family.

It's a middle-aged man I've never seen.

"You!"

As soon as Lothar 11 wanted to open his mouth, a powerful big hand covered his mouth, and the force of this palm was so great that his entire neck was strangled, and the feeling of suffocation appeared directly.

At the same time, there was a boo in my ears.

"Young Master Lothar 11, I hope you don't make any extra moves."

"We don't want to hurt you."

"At least if you cooperate."

A voice rang out.

Lothar11 nodded immediately.

However, the hand did not leave Lothar11's mouth, but the force that bound the neck was much less.

Completely instinctive, Lothar 11 turned his head to look at the people around him.

The next moment, Lothar 11's eyes widened.

"It's you!"