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There is no omission, under Lin Qiguang's monitoring, as long as it exists, then there will be no possibility of omission, he has such confidence in himself, and thinks that there is no possibility of overturning at all.

"All these people, let's die. "Lin Qiguang just thought that countless people have been sentenced to death, even if these people don't know.

Then, an extremely terrible logic virus, a meme, began to infect and replicate in the logic system, and disguised as a part of the logic system, began to replace part of the original function.

Then, these logic viruses began to play a role, and in the conditions set by Lin Qiguang, they began to be implemented in the chain of logic.

All the creatures that contain logic, all the people involved in this oligarchic company, whoever they are, at this moment, are pale and terrible in the face of this absolutely incomprehensible force, and they don't even know that they are dead.

Because before they could react, they had all disappeared, completely gone.

Not even a single particle remains.

It's like someone erased out of thin air.

In the trench of the deep sea, a man suddenly looked around in a panic, and all the people, all the people, all the people, had disappeared.

He's alone again, and even that system is gone.

At this moment, he reverted back to the last thing he dared to face—a waste, without which he was essentially no different from a waste.

Everything he has is built on these foundations, and if he loses them, then he is nothing more than a waste, and he will be beaten back to his original form, with nothing.

Moreover, during this period of time, he has become more irritable and arrogant, arrogant, and perverted, and he is no longer comparable to the previous waste, he will become more unsociable because of this, and then become a more wasteful waste.

A perverse and violent character, but any person with no major flaws can compare it to a super big piece of waste.

"Where's the people?" he shouted. "What about the people, where are they all dead, come out of me! Quickly, come out of me, or you will die." ”

He shouted loudly, and as soon as he turned back, he saw that all the people had disappeared into thin air.

The air suddenly became quiet, everything was quiet, the silence was terrible, the silence was eerie, as if there was something in the shadow, and that thing opened its bloody mouth and swallowed people directly without a trace of blood and traces.

That inexplicable weirdness, that inexplicable sense of fear, is really very frightening.

But he couldn't express it, even if he already knew that all the people couldn't come back, but he still had to shout like this, and only in this way could he get back that little sense of security, and only in this way would he not be frightened to the ground and frightened incontinent.

"Get out!" he shouted.

Even if you know, you must not admit it, and once you admit it, it is equivalent to admitting that you have nothing.

Never admit it! Never admit it! Never admit it!

Absolutely not!

"If you don't come out again, I'll shoot!" Even if he said that, of course no one would come out, because all the people had disappeared, and under the operation of the logic virus, everyone was directly dragged into a strange and unpredictable place at the speed of light.

In other words, they are actually dead.

If you die at the speed of light, no one will notice it, because humans are not able to perceive the speed of light in the first place.

"Ahh "Die, die, betray me, betray me!"

He would rather admit that these people betrayed than admit that these people disappeared.

Then he began to shoot.

The submachine gun was adjusted to its maximum rate of fire, firing everywhere like crazy, strafing everywhere, completely desperate, pouring bullets like a madman.

It kept shooting at the phantoms in his eyes, the phantoms that began to rebel against him, but all they hit was one shadow after another, and in the end nothing changed, they all hit the wall directly, and if they were unlucky, there would be stray bullets falling on other equipment.

For example, computers, glass tubes, air conditioners, and things like that.

"Die, die, die!" he screamed frantically. "Die, die, die, rubbish, rubbish, rubbish!"

In the midst of this frantic strafing, he was suddenly satisfied.

Finally, it was satisfied.

It's really gratifying, it's really gratifying, he's crazy.

At this time, a sudden burst of lightning flashed, and it turned out to be a wire that had been hit by a stray bullet, and the light flickered on and off.

Then, the electric light began to prolong inexplicably, and began to grow wildly.

In the end, they were even like vines, entangled with each other, never to be separated again.

Countless electric lights pulsed, shone brightly, and then gathered together.

In the end, it even turned into something like a thunderbolt and fire.

Then, these thunderbolts, which danced and fluttered with the wind like flames, began to extend and grow, began to stretch, and became a stick shape that was 1.85 meters high.

Then it began to stretch out, it began to have limbs, it began to have faces, it began to have hair, it began to have the contours and lines of muscles. In the end, it really became something very human.

"Did you do all this?" the man asked.

He already hated this person so much that he recognized this demon god-like figure who walked out of the nuclear explosion unscathed and stopped the annihilation reaction with his hand within the first time.

He hated this person so much, because this person made him have nothing again, once again proved his vulnerability, proved that he was actually just a garbage waste if he didn't have those golden fingers.

It is precisely because of this hatred that within the first time, he was immediately sober, although he was not rational, but he was able to maintain restraint, restraint against this man who had absolutely no chance of winning.

Lin Qiguang didn't speak, on the contrary, Lin Qiguang just looked at him quietly.

It's a numbing sight.

Because, this look is like killing ...... No, a hundred times more terrible than that, and more than enough, because that is not anger for oneself.