Michel, a young senior programmer at Oslandon, is twenty-four years old and has the typical Londoner's looks.

He has a girlfriend named Imeshl who is the art director of the Oslandon Propaganda Department, and they will be married the day after tomorrow.

"It's finally over." He sat down in his office chair and stretched.

He looked at the script of the corporate internal communication software that had just been updated, picked up his mug and a bag of instant coffee, and prepared to go out and relax and make a cup of coffee.

The crisp sound of black leather shoes on the tiled floor of the company.

According to his plan, now he only needs to wait until noon, put the annual pay leave slip on the leader's desk, and then take his girlfriend to the resort in the new city for a week after getting married.

Oh yes, it was my wife then.

At this time, Mishil noticed that the security guard who was in charge of patrolling and running errands in the corridor had been replaced by a black guy from a white fat man.

"Got a job change today?" He thought about looking at his watch, but before it was time for the noon shift, he stepped forward and asked suspiciously:

"You guys are working shifts? But it's not that yet. After speaking, he tapped his finger on his watch.

When the black guy heard this, he changed his serious expression now, showed his white teeth and said confidently:

"A temporary notice from the upper floor, saying that all the security on the 137th floor is going to have a meeting, let us come up and take over." After the guy finished speaking, he didn't forget to pat the police submachine gun on his side.

"Then I wish you a long time to stay here." After Mishel finished with a smile, he was still worried about whether his words were a bit counterproductive, so he patted the black guy's strong shoulder and gave him a thumbs up, and the black guy nodded excitedly.

The warm water from the water dispenser flowed into the mug, making a whooshing sound, and a cloud of hot air came out of the mug, Mishil took a sip and stared out the window for a long time at the large shopping mall not far away, staring at the team introduction of the e-sports game broadcast on the big screen outside the mall.

"A lot of young people like this." Mishil sighed.

At this moment, the dark clouds outside the window gradually gathered, and the sky darkened at the same time.

"Looks like the first snow of winter is coming." Thinking so, he put his hand on the wall of the mug, and his cold hand suddenly warmed up a lot.

"Hey, this is the office area, outsiders don't ......"

A crisp gunshot shattered the silence, causing Michel to spill more than half of his coffee from his cup.

"Security Department, 137th floor has been broken into by a woman with a gun in a suit, asking for backup!"

The gunfire rang out on the 137th floor, and suddenly became extremely quiet.

"What......" Mishil struggled to suppress the fear in his heart, placing the mug lightly on the windowsill and slowly moving forward with his body against the wall.

Suddenly, he saw the body of the black guy lying on the ground, lying flat on the ground, his head pierced by bullets, his eyes still staring at the elevator on the 137th floor, and the black police submachine gun in his hand.

"How can this be ......"

Michel quietly stepped over the young man's corpse, slowly squatted down, gently closed the security guard's open eyes with his hand, broke off his fingers holding the gun, took the submachine gun in his own hand, and then stood up and continued to walk against the wall, came to the corner, and saw the safety exit only five meters away from him.

The iron door was closed, indicating that the killer was still on this level.

Mishel looked around warily, let out a long breath, and slammed into the safety exit, slamming open the fire door and making her way to the stairwell.

He looked down the stairs,

Just run from here and he'll survive!

But he hesitated,

The moment he banged on the door, he caught a glimpse of the female killer who had just kicked open an office door and walked in.

He struggled to recall information about the office, which, if he remembered correctly, was the archives room, which usually only executives have a key to enter, and which contained some of the company's plan documents, the most recent known file was a blueprint for a renovation to help people with disabilities recover, and a hefty check for the experiment.

Mishel looked at the submachine gun in his hand, and then looked down the stairs again.

This time, he decided to defend the company's rights.

In the office, Elsa is rolling up the blueprint, as Zoshar said, this is a blueprint for the transformation of the human body, judging from the side analysis, this is a half-human, half-machine monster, although there is no art to speak of, but it is worthy of the "leading" position of Oslandon's technology.

"The Ronalx Party is violating their concept of human rights and freedoms by doing so, as long as the news spreads......"

"It's a mafia." Elsa admired in her heart.

Suddenly, she noticed that the door behind her was opened, and she turned around to see a white-collar worker in a suit holding a submachine gun at her.

"Don't move!" The man shouted excitedly.

"Oslandon's white-collar workers?" Elsa was not frightened by his "momentum", but said happily and relaxedly:

"Oh hey! Relax my friend, I'm an agent for your intelligence security contractor. ”

After speaking, he took out his police ID card from the inner pocket of his suit with his right hand, showed it to him, and naturally held the pistol on the table in his left hand.

The white-collar worker in the suit paused, Elsa took the opportunity to shoot him through the head, the white-collar fell to the ground, blood slowly flowed out of his head, and the submachine gun in his hand fell to the ground with a crisp collision sound.

Elsa quickly turned around and pocketed the blueprints, stepped over his corpse and walked briskly out of the office to the elevator, where she saw the fire door open.

"...... he could have escaped"

In Helber's mansion at 306, Zoshar fell asleep curled up on the bed in her room.

Bruce sat at the head of the bed, and when he saw that she was asleep, he closed the storybook and placed it on the bedside, which was a novel about a utopian story. He walked out of the room, closed the door gently, and looked at the calendar hanging next to the door.

"It's December 5th, and I still have to go to work at night." He muttered to himself, changed into a red shirt and black suit, grabbed a KS-23 shotgun, loaded some ammunition he thought he needed, and went out.

Outside the door, light snow was falling in the sky, and Bruce was standing in the doorway, the sirens in the distance were getting closer and closer. Suddenly, a battered black Maybach drifted from a road intersection not far away into the Herbert Esplanade, followed by five or six police cars.

Bruce picked up his shotgun, replaced it with Баррикада (car stop ammunition) ammunition, and shot through the engine of the first police car, which lost power and stopped directly in the middle of the road.

"Pinch the head and remove the tail to eat the middle~" He said leisurely, and it was almost difficult for him to experience such a thing as intercepting the police.

As he spoke, he pierced the engine of the last police car, and quickly replaced it with a Звезда (flash stunner) into the middle of the crashed police car, then turned around and closed his eyes, skillfully changing the ammunition to Волна-Р (wave-R), and a huge explosion of the stun bomb was heard behind him.

The security guards hired by O'S Langdon in the police car struggled to open the door and climbed out, and Bruce stepped forward and shot each of them with a shotgun.

Elsa parked her car in the alley and returned to Herbert Street, where she saw Bruce, who had just finished refilling, waiting for her with a shotgun.

She could never have imagined that Bruce was so kind and gentle in her first impression, but in fact he was not soft at all when he picked up a gun.

Elsa trotted all the way over, and saw the officers' heads shattered by shotguns at close range, and her heart ached.

Bruce looked at the corpse on the ground, without sympathy in his heart,

"Looks like you've helped me out."

Elsa said to hide the unhappiness in her heart

Bruce sighed and forced a smile and said, "Young and ignorant people are tricked into death by old treacherous and cunning people. ”

"Is it satirizing the Ronalx Party......" Elsa thought to herself.

At this time, several mafia vehicles appeared from around the corner.

He looked at Elsa, paused and continued: "The eldest lady is asleep, you go into the house to tidy up, I will help you do the next task by the way, the car is in the alley, right." He finished and pointed in the general direction of the alley.

Elsa nodded, and Bruce patted her on the shoulder, handed her the key, and strode down the alley.

Elsa entered the house, Zoshael in the bedroom seemed to be amused by something again, there was a thin layer of snow on the balcony, she sat on the sofa, took out the blueprint in her pocket and spread it on the solid wood coffee table in front of the sofa, and took out the pistol and pressed it on top of the blueprint.

At this time, the door of Elsa's room to the right was opened, and Zosha'er walked out of the room naked, holding a pillow, with her long blond hair scattered, holding a black phone in her right hand, her face was flushed, and she seemed to be drunk.

She turned her head to look at the mechanical watch hanging from the calendar,

"It's three o'clock in the afternoon." She said in a daze, and walked slowly towards Elsa.

Suddenly, Zosha's feet slipped and fell directly on Elsa, who was pounced on by her and fell on the sofa.

"This guy obviously did it on purpose!" Elsa thought to herself.

Zoshaer pressed on her, Yu Guang saw the blueprint spread out on the coffee table, swallowed saliva, bit her lip and stared at Elsa, and finally Zoshaer got up from Elsa with a helpless face, and took the blueprint in her hand to look at it.

Her face changed from expectation to doubt, and finally looked at the blueprint with a questioning expression, and said with disgust:

"This technology is too backward, what years have it been, and it still relies on physical implantation machinery to improve its ability."

Zosha's depreciation of this technology shocked Elsa's heart, even if it has no technical value, it should have a great role in politics.

She casually turned the blueprint into a paper ball, easily threw it into the trash can five meters away from her, and said without any care:

"We thought it was so powerful, but I didn't expect it to be this, it seems that we overestimated these fools."

Elsa looked at Zosha'er, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"The task is well accomplished, and it seems that our vision is still good." She boasted to herself, standing and stretching, not caring about the nakedness of her body.

Elsa's gaze made her sense something strange, and she turned her head to look at Elsa.

"Where do you look?" Zosha'er asked with a surprised face, not as if she didn't think anything was wrong.

"Ah...... Ah, no...... It's okay, I'm ...... I mean...... It's easy to catch a cold. Elsa replied hesitantly.

Zosha's every move brought Elsa a sense of disobedience,

The original girl's innocent body was covered with scars.

The eyes that were originally youthful and sprouting were dyed with sighs because of the cold world.

After hearing this, Zosha'er pursed her lips, sat back on the sofa, took out her mobile phone and looked at it, and said to herself: "Then it happens to take you to meet the others in the evening." ”

After Zoshaer finished speaking, she showed the chat history of her phone to Elsa, which was a group chat of private software, and the group name was "DREEMURR".

"The mafia we manage is only a small branch of DREEMURR, and tonight the president of DREEMURR, Raidriar Occidens, will have a small combat meeting at the Uzkanwiba bar, in which according to the outline he provided, there will be a lot of financial subsidies from DREEMURR to the mafia about the Oslandon project, and we feel it is necessary to participate."

Zoshaer said with a smile as she looked at her phone, her words full of anticipation.

"She can really talk ......," Elsa teased in her heart after hearing this.

But......

"Rydale"?

This name occupies a bit of a place in Elsa's impression, but it just sounds familiar, and it does not correspond to the master, perhaps someone who has been scanned in some high-level files.

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, Zoshar turned her head to look at Elsa's dress, hesitated for a moment, and continued: "But before that, you have to change your clothes. ”

On the other side, Bruce followed Zosha's plan and went to the underground sales office of a small movie not far from the Magic Club on Newster Street.

Nest Street is home to the brick-and-mortar stores of most of the famous e-sports manufacturers, and it has held many competitions for large and small games, which makes it a natural word for e-sports. This also makes it a large number of dead houses here, and Zoshar will take it for granted.

The staircase at the entrance to the small movie shop is narrow enough for a single person only, and the walls of the entrance are plastered with posters of various films, and Bruce arrives to kill a man whom Zoshar has been tracking down since he took over the mafia.

Bruce parked his car on the side of the road, put his shotgun on the passenger seat, got out of the car, and walked down the stairs.

"Hey friend, if you want something, you can get a prostitute or something." The salesperson at the front desk was smiling, and his cheap face made Bruce feel a little unhappy.

"Do you have a picture of the daughter of the Osidens family for sale?" Bruce questioned according to the conceptual description that Zoshar had asked.

"What are you talking about? If you look for a designated person, you have to describe your appearance. The salesman replied nonchalantly, looking at Bruce more like looking at the layman's impatience.

"Blonde hair and blue eyes, about 160 tall."

"Well, you're talking about 'burgundy'." The salesperson seemed to understand very well, and opened a collection folder containing more than fifty photos from the computer.

"Now we're discounting, buy five get one free."

Bruce approached the screen and carefully matched Zosha's appearance, only to find that the two were almost identical except for Zosha's gunshot wounds all over his body.

Perhaps it was because the man often wore a burgundy gradient dance skirt in the photos that he was called "little burgundy" by these people.

"Twin sisters? But why did the eldest lady ask me to do her out. Bruce's knowledge could not solve the doubts in his mind.

Bruce asked the man for the address of "Burgundy".

"Huh? Hey, we don't offer this kind of door-to-door service. ”

Bruce casually pulled a bundle of bills out of his pocket.

"508 Crohill Street, Newtown." The salesman said casually, wanting to reach for the money, but Bruce's hand for the money was closed back, making him pounce.

"I've checked, no." Bruce said without getting bored, and took a pistol out of his pocket and pointed it at the salesman.

The salesman paled when he heard Bruce's words, "Check...... Examine? You...... You are ......"

The salesman suddenly pushed the computer to the ground to distract Bruce, and rushed forward to grab the gun at close range, leaning forward to catch Bruce's set of Russian hooks.

The salesman was hammered to the ground by Bruce, and before he could get up, Bruce grabbed his head with one hand and smashed it against the concrete wall behind him.

Bruston paused, then let go of his hand.

The salesman fell to his knees and struggled in pain, and Bruce simply pulled out the entire computer host and smashed it to the ground.

"Don't lie to the mafia, or beware I'll beat you to death by pressing you against the wall."

"Big ...... Big brother, I'm wrong big brother, I just want to make extra money, I said the address! The salesman pleaded miserably.

Bruce raised his gun again

"New ...... Hope East Road, No. 412, Xincheng District. She was bought by a wealthy businessman after she became famous. The salesman replied with a trembling voice.

Buy-...... Being a sex slave?

Bruce thought so and patted the ash off his hands.

By the time he walked out of the stall, it was already dark, the snow was heavier, and the whole old town seemed to be shrouded in white terror, and the streets were almost devoid of pedestrians and vehicles, even though it was called the busiest area of nightlife.

Bruce was about to get in the car and leave, when he stumbled upon a glimpse of the highest office building on Newster Street, where a photo of the team participating in the finals of the esports tournament tomorrow was projected.

I heard that this e-sports tournament has a team that has won five consecutive championships to participate, and the captain of their team is named Xiao Yao, who is also an artist with medium traffic. I've seen him with the eldest lady myself, and it seems that he is an acquaintance with the eldest lady.

Inside Hurber 306, Elsa has just changed into the outfit requested by Zoshaer, she is wearing a black women's blouse on the top, a black pleated skirt on the bottom, and a pair of British knight boots on her feet that are the same as the one Zoshaer is now wearing.

"It's really black, wouldn't it be too pompous." Elsa asked quippingly, looking at herself in the mirror.

"When you see Rydal, you'll know it's just a normal outfit." Zosha'er replied blandly, filling the magazine of her GSh-18 pistol with empty bullets, grabbing an extra handful and scattering it casually in her inner pocket.

Elsa noticed her move, and was about to ask if she needed to carry a firearm, but Zoshar replied first:

"It's okay if you don't bring it, no one dares to touch the place of Rydale."

Even at this point, Elsa still brought a HK45 pistol with her.

At this moment, Bruce opened the door with the key, and his strong body stepped through the door, and the snow drifted into the house from outside the door.

Bruce looked at them and spread his hands.

Elsa is sure that this is a tacit understanding between the mafia, even if it is just some simple body language.

"We're ready." Zoshaer said.

She stood in front of the mirror and straightened her clothes again, and Bruce smiled and stepped back to the left to get out of the door.

"Found out?" Zosha'er asked in a high-profile manner.

"It's the same as the plan, Miss."

The corners of Zosha'er's mouth rose slightly, revealing an unfathomable evil smile.

She strode out the door, Elsa followed closely behind, and then trotted in front of Zoshar to open the back door for her.