Before everyone in the newspaper office reacted, a group of wolf-like elites of the Red Mansion had already pounced.

Like a tiger entering a flock, all kinds of weapons fell on the stunned staff, screaming and scolding in pain.

And Su Jun just stood indifferently in place, glanced at Du Tingsong, who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and a silver light appeared in his hand.

The silver card known as the "god" reappeared, and Su Jun gently placed it on Du Tingsong's head.

After a trace of invisible blood flashed, there was an indescribable charm on the silver card, which made Su Jun smile with satisfaction.

In addition to practicing these days, he is studying the use of silver cards, and he has a silver card in his hand but does not use it, which is not Su Jun's style.

From the initial spiritual temptation, to the fire, flooding, and sword stabbing all tried, in the end, he found that this "god" seemed to be only interested in the blood of pure-blooded humans.

Beasts can't do it, monsters can't do it, even high-level martial artists whose life essence has been alienated, they must be pure-blooded humans.

After realizing this, he happened to encounter public opinion again, so Su Jun didn't bother to think about it and went straight to killing.

One corpse after another fell in front of Su Jun, the people of the Red Mansion faithfully carried out the order, and hundreds of people from the Wulian Daily Agency, from the president and vice president to the sweeping aunt, did not let go of any of them.

And Yinka was quietly suspended in front of Su Jun, constantly absorbing a wisp of essence blood from the corpses of these people.

After a while, Su Jun put away the silver card and said casually: "Let's go, next." ”

......

In this world, the influence of netizens on public opinion is actually quite limited.

Due to the constraints of signal towers, the network within the federation is not fully connected, and the private forums of the people have a strong territorial nature, and most of the newspapers that can break through the geographical restrictions are some newspapers with official support.

Most of these newspapers are headquartered in Beijing, so in a sense, public opinion on the Internet is mainly guided by Beijing.

Early the next morning, the people who were still discussing Su Jun the day before and waiting for the latest reports from the major media found that all the newspapers were out of flames.

Just when the people were puzzled, a shocking news instantly swept the Internet.

The 14 largest newspapers in the capital were all slaughtered overnight!

Without exception, these fourteen newspapers have all reported on Su Jun's affairs, and according to insiders, it was Su Jun himself who took the lead in the massacre!

This news immediately caused an uproar, and public resentment suddenly rose to a peak, and the Internet was full of the tragic situation after the massacre of major newspapers and the pleas for the murderers to be severely punished.

The Holy Martial Temple, which was having a headache over the rebellion of the Shang Alliance, became even more anxious.

And Su Jun, who is all this, is now in the base of the Red Mansion, in his room, watching the silver card in front of him flicker.

Slaughtering fourteen newspapers in a row, the silver card has absorbed the essence blood of more than 2,000 people, reaching a saturation level.

Now on the front of the silver card, a faint outline has appeared, as if something is about to come out of it, revealing a trace of divine aura.

That's right, it was obviously watered with the blood of thousands of mortals, but in the end, it gave birth to an incomparably holy aura, which sounded very ironic.

After about half an hour, the outline of the silver card gradually became clear, and a blonde woman walked out slowly, with four pairs of blood-red wings on her back.

The silhouette of the human figure on the silver card is gone, replaced by a few lines of text.

"Mythical creatures: Bloodwinged Angels. ”

"Basic energy level: B. ”

"Extraordinarily capable: blood wing resuscitation, blood manipulation. ”

This is the first time that Su Jun has seen such a detailed introduction in the items related to the Book of Time, and he is actually a little moved.

"The energy level is B...... This is obviously an algorithm from the main plane, and the Book of Time will not have this kind of hierarchy, which is unique to the silver card?"

The silver card is indeed very different from the usual style of the Book of Time, and it seems to have a high degree of interaction with the outside world.

Su Jun looked at the Westerner-looking blood-winged angel again: "Can you speak?"

"Back to the Lord, I know Federal, Chinese, and Lord's Language. "Bloodwing Sky replied in standard federal.

Su Jun nodded, and asked again, "Will you die?"

Faced with such a jumping question, the Blood-Winged Angel, who is a regular creature, was also stunned, and only said after a while: "My body is the God Card, as long as the God Card is not destroyed, I can continue to regenerate and retain my memory." ”

Su Jun nodded again, and then asked a third question: "Will you have a child?"

If this angel has B-level combat power and can reproduce, Su Jun is equivalent to having a blood angel legion.

The blankness on the blood-winged angel's face was a little heavier, but he still shook his head faithfully and said, "Lord, I won't have children......"

"Oh. Su Jun was a little regretful, but then said, "It's okay, there is another benefit." ”

Syllable!

Su Jun's door was opened heavily, and Zhao Yingzhao, Jiang Anqi and Su Ran were standing outside, and one of Su Ran's hands was still pressed on the door.

"Second brother, you are really a big carrot!" Su Ran said indignantly, "Sister Jingya is still waiting for you in the empire, even if you provoke that vixen surnamed Zuo, you will actually hide Jiao in the golden house!"

Su Ran's face was full of indignation, looking at Su Jun's gaze, as if he was looking at contemporary Chen Shimei.

Zhao Yingzhao and Jiang Anqi looked helpless, they were not as nervous as Su Ran.

Standing in front of her was a woman who was more than two meters tall and had four pairs of blood-colored wings hanging from her back, no matter how you looked at it, she was a powerful mythical creature, not a human.

Su Jun ignored Su Ran's words, and turned to the Blood-Winged Angel again, "Can you turn off the special effects?"

The blood-winged angel seemed to have become accustomed to Su Jun's way of speaking, and his comprehension was bursting, and immediately a blood light flashed on his body, constricting his wings, and his body gradually shrank, becoming no different from ordinary people.

Su Jun looked at the three of them at this time: "What's the matter?"

"Do you dare to ask what's the matter?" Zhao Yingzhao suddenly became angry when he saw him like this, "Do you know what you are doing?" Fourteen newspapers, more than 2,000 lives, you ......"

"Eldest sister!" Jiang Anqi on the side suddenly interrupted her, took a deep breath and said, "Eldest sister, you can't blame the second brother for this matter." They are here for me, and the second brother must be trying to take care of everything by doing this......"

"You stupid boy!" Zhao Yingzhao patted Jiang Anqi on the back of the head with hatred, but the latter just smirked.

However, after being interrupted by him like this, she didn't bother to train Su Jun anymore, and looked at Su Jun seriously and said, "You can't be willful in this matter anymore." ”

"Why?" Su Jun raised his eyebrows, "You think I'm willful?"

"No one can fight against the entire Federation!" Zhao Yingzhao stared at him tightly, "I know your strength is unfathomable now, but ......"

"I didn't say I was going to fight the Federation. Su Jun waved his hand, his face showing some disdain, "Those wastes without strength can't represent the Federation, and if they are killed, they will naturally shut up." ”

After saying this, Su Jun slowly got up again and walked outside.

"The Federation is the Federation of Warriors, it is our Federation, and this has never changed in three hundred years. Don't let the human rights system wash your brains. ”

At the same time as the words fell, Su Jun had already pushed open the door of his house, and a large number of people and reporters were surrounding outside.