Ten o'clock.

Editorial Department of Beijing Morning Post.

At this time, I don't know what's going on in the office, it's very lively.

A large group of reporters were surrounding a young man with a smug face, and the compliments were one after another.

"Qi Lian, your report this morning is really wonderful. ”

A middle-aged man with a beer belly who looked like a little bit of leadership smiled and helped his eyes, under the sun, the colorful lenses just blocked the flash of joy in his eyes, and said softly: "The wording is extremely sharp, and the accidental death of the director of Jinghua TV last night is directly linked to Ye Zhenlin, which is very good!" I believe that if this newspaper is sent out today, it will definitely cause a sensational effect, and it will take 10 hours at most, no, maybe not even 10 hours, and Ye Zhenlin, a big moth hidden in the army, will have to be pushed to the cusp.

The leader came up with a cliché, and then pointed at the young man and said, "From today onwards, you will be the leader of the second editorial group, do a good job!"

As he spoke, he patted the shoulder of the young man named Qi Lian vigorously, looking arrogant, although he was quite serious on the surface, he had already smiled in his heart, and he had even begun to imagine what kind of praise and promotion Zhou Xingde would get tonight!

As for the young man named Qi Lian, to put it bluntly, he just took a small lottery to deal with Ye Zhenlin, this is the task given to him by Zhou Xingde, although it is vaguely written, but the power of this vague thing, how can he not know it as a senior media person? Now that such a bombshell is thrown out, as long as it spreads, Ye Zhenlin will be unlucky, it is estimated that the government will not be able to delay even if it wants to delay this time, and the people's anger is greater than the mountain!

He stabbed Ye Zhenlin severely! This has helped Zhou Xingde a lot, can he get less benefits from him?

So, the leader is very happy!

And the young man who wrote that Ye Wushuang saw the newspaper in the morning was overjoyed when he heard this, bowed vigorously, and said, "Thank you for the leader's compliment, I will definitely continue to follow up on this matter!"

"Haha"

The leader laughed wildly, but the moment he looked up, the change rose sharply!

"Boom", without warning, a piece of glass in the office was suddenly shattered, almost at the same time, the leader's head directly exploded into a pile of rotten meat, like a brick slapping on a watermelon, almost in an instant, the part above the neck was gone, broken bones, brains, flesh and blood, flying all over the world!

After joy comes sorrow!

It all happened so suddenly, and before these reporters even reacted, their leaders were already hanging.

And that Qi Lian was splashed with blood all over his face, and the broken bone stubble hit his face, and it hurt!

"Ahh

"Dead!"

“......”

The piercing scream, after three seconds, finally soared, and just now, it was like a victory, and the office full of joy exploded and became a mess.

That Qi Lian was already stupid at this time, standing in place and not moving.

"Boom!"

The next moment, a blood hole was blown open in his chest, and the internal organs inside could still be seen, and the whole person was directly blown upside down and flew out, "snapping" on the wall, dragging out a long blood mark, and when he landed, the person was already angry.

If an experienced samurai had been present at this time, he would have seen at a glance that there were snipers! Moreover, they were shooting at a very long distance, at least a thousand yards away, and they must have used a large-caliber sniper rifle with a caliber of more than 12 mm, otherwise, it would not have been possible to cause such terrible damage!

In the office, there was already a mess, many female employees were running around in fright, they didn't even know that they had lost their high heels, and they all went under the table one by one, in fact, except there, there was nothing to give them a sense of security in this office.

And many of those men are not as good as a girl, and they are scared to pee.

A kilometer away, on the roof of a 40-storey building.

A samurai wearing the standard combat uniform of the Dark Council, with a scarf around his neck, and a man of all shapes and gentlemen, was constantly adjusting the angle of Barrett in his hand, and at the same time, pressing the microphone attached to his throat, he whispered, "Target clear! Repeat, target clear!"

A gloomy voice came from the headset: "Very good, quickly leave the sniper location and rush to the location of the 'Fact Report' company to carry out the second mission, we have a lot of work today!"

"Roger!"

As he spoke, he wanted to get up, but unfortunately, he was stopped by his observer.

It was a black man in his thirties, holding the microphone pressed against his throat and whispering, "Sorry, boss, we can't get out of here, mission...... It's not done yet!"

"What's going on?"

"I repeat, the task has not been completed! Kui's order to us is that the discussion of General Ye Zhenlin of Huaxia is listed as a taboo topic, and anyone who dares to discuss it, or dares to issue anything unfavorable to General Ye, will be killed!"

The black man grinned with white teeth and murderous aura, and said word by word: "All the office staff of the editorial department of the Beijing Morning Post openly discuss Admiral Ye, this is the conclusion I have drawn from observing their speech, these people are all hostile to Admiral Ye, and they belong to our 'clean' range!"

There was silence on the other side, and after a long time, he said, "......Received!" Xu ......!"

The words fell, and the call was cut off.

The sniper smiled bitterly, fell to the ground, and lowered his voice, "Damn, you are such a devil who deserves to go to hell!"

"Really?"

The black man pursed his lips and said, "How long have you been in the council? two years? Or three years? Although you are a good sniper, you are not a qualified samurai, because ...... However, I won't blame you, after all, you have been in the council for too short, and although you participated in the attack on the Americas, you still haven't seen enough after all!"

"And me?"

The black man pointed to his nose and said word by word: "I fought all the way from Africa with Kui, and you can never imagine what kind of tribulations we have experienced, and these tribulations have only taught me one truth -- to be merciful to the enemy is to be irresponsible for one's own life! Now, let's do it!"

"Boom ......"

Gunshots!

With dark green oil paint and a ferocious gaze like a hungry wolf, this is a killing feast.

......

In fact, this is the only place where tragedy is unfolding?

The entire media industry in Jinghua City has been hit by the most cruel and cold-blooded blow!

No matter how sharp your pen is, what you can kill with a sword and a sword is only those who still have too much beauty in their hearts, if they encounter a samurai sword, they will not escape death after all!

The car accident and the inexplicable shooting came from the cold knife in the crowd who couldn't see the direction clearly......

way, a lot! The dead are all those media people who talked about Ye Zhenlin.

Seem...... Ye Zhenlin's three words are like a spell, and if you say it, you will definitely die!

Today's Jinghua can only be described in three words -- chaos! chaos! chaos!

......

And Ye Wushuang, the mastermind behind all this, was already standing outside the office building of the Political Department of Jinghua City with a warm smile on his face at this time.

......

(Dafeng push, brothers, this...... At this time, the pink flowers of Lao Chu that have been blown up don't seem to look good, right? cough cough, ask for flowers~)