On this day, the world rained down on death, which brought back to this world the ultimate equal, death.

Whether you're a nobleman who lives high above the clouds, or a rat buried deep in the ground, wallowing in the dirt. When the rain of death comes, everything is so equal.

The rich will die, the poor will die, and everything will be equal in this rainstorm, without exception. Consciousness uploading, transferring, cloning, insurance, everything is meaningless.

Even the electronic ghost that roams the online world, when the huge signal tower collapses and the server is gone, the electronic ghost will also disappear with the vanishing network.

For them, it also means real death.

The electronic ghosts uploaded by humans are not real souls after all, and they are still very different from AI with souls.

The moment the body dies and the consciousness is uploaded, the person has already died in this universe. And those uploaded 'consciousnesses' are more like real AI, because they are no longer souls, just a pile of data.

Since then, all the cities on Castille have not been spared, and they have officially been declared extinct.

The inseparable network that is closely related to human survival has collapsed due to the collapse of the towers responsible for transmission and storage, and the whole world has once again fallen into a period of 'great power outage'.

It was a dark time, and people drank blood like beasts on the plains, those who were not human at all, the 'plainsmen' and 'foreigners'.

Of course, it is obviously not as exaggerated as during the period of the great power outage.

In fact, for those who survived on the planet, such days were nothing more than a shift from a public network to a local area network.

Most of the energy facilities have not been affected, the city's power supply is still continuous, and the houses have not suffered much damage.

The countless rain of death pierced through the statues and fortresses with precision, killing everyone with precision, but some people survived after all, after all, life is very tenacious.

There are countless people who have died, but so are the number of those who have survived, as many as the stars in the sky.

Wu Yun didn't mean to mend the knife, because he just stopped by to kill some people here, because the staff affiliated with this company damaged his clothes, so he wanted to bring them the ultimate punishment: death.

As for the civilians who died because of his attacks, that can only be said to be lucky.

After all, they may never have encountered such a powerful and expensive killer in their lifetime in the past. And now, they are enjoying the services of the world's number one killer for free.

Isn't that bad?

After the rain of death, blood and tears fell from the sky.

It was a burning rain of fire, and it made everything on the ground start to burn, and it would completely burn the world.

Of course, how many people can be burned depends on how lucky enough people are. Anyway, the flame will burn for seven days, and after seven days, it will be extinguished and the world will be silent again.

At that time, Castille may become a forbidden area of life, a place of complete death, or perhaps a lucky person will crawl out of the dust of the old world and build a new world.

But none of these things have anything to do with Wu Yun, because he had already left this planet after releasing the 'Shura Star', because he would have to go back to this side of the earth and kill some people later.

'Shura Star' is a move created by Wu Yun himself, which was improvised just now.

It's not a subtle skill, it's essentially just splitting into countless balls of energy that will target every higher intelligent life on the planet, flying towards it and killing it.

It's as simple as that, there is nothing esoteric, just look at the user's internal reserves of true qi, as well as its control of true qi, and the ability to seek enemies.

This is where the martial artist's super brain is powerful, although Wu Yun usually doesn't seem to have outstanding intelligence, even if he is basically only used to play minesweeper most of the time, but the hardware level is here, and it is naturally impossible to pull across.

"Alright, the Cologne corporate headquarters has been settled."

While the survivors on Castille were still screaming, screaming, and wailing, Wu Yun had already returned to Earth, back to the familiar lower city of Miral City, Wu Yun took out his mobile phone and ticked off a target in his memo.

Although under Qiushui's strong request, Wu Yun finally gave up continuing to bewitch his client Li Lanlan to destroy the world, and Li Lanlan was still not so extreme after all.

As the saying goes: there is a debtor, so why bother to inflict hatred on innocent people?

Therefore, Li Lanlan's entrusted goals retreated to the next best thing and changed back to two:

The first is the two first targets: Zhang Di of the Midwinter Group and Acefors Verrick of the Kelun Company, and secondly, the senior management of the Kelun Company and the Midwinter Group.

She hoped that all those high-level leaders would die, and all of them had originally planned to make these two groups cease to exist, if Wu Yun could do it. But she eventually gave up.

I have to say that at this point, she is not as good as Qiushui.

Because Qiushui agreed to let the two groups disappear completely, in her opinion, both companies are beasts of beasts. At the level of brutes, these two can't even tell the difference between you and me.

Therefore, in dealing with this matter, Wu Yun finally chose a more compromise method, which is what he did above.

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Ciudad Miral, Uptown.

"Do you know this man, where is he?"

Wu Yun walked into the hall of the Midwinter Group's headquarters in Miral City, came to the counter, pulled out a photo from the mobile phone album, handed it to the waiter at the front desk, and asked.

The mechanical clock hanging in the hall rang vigorously when its hour hand reached twelve. The shrill sound of bells echoed through the vast, far-reaching halls.

"Knock-knock-knock"

There were twelve knocks.

The receptionist in charge of reception behind the counter had a bright smile on his face and shouted to Wu Yun with great enthusiasm: "Welcome!" Welcome to the headquarters of Midwinter Group in Miral City! Welcome! ”

This is a woman with heavy makeup, her face is draped in cheap faux skin, her mouth is covered with cheap red lip gloss, and the big smile on her face is also cheap.

"So where is he?"

Wu Yun shook his phone in front of the receptionist, but the other party just looked at him, the expression on his face and the words in his mouth were still the same as before, without any change:

"Welcome! Welcome to the headquarters of Midwinter Group in Miral City! Welcome! ”

"Welcome! Welcome to ......"

'Boom——! ’

The receptionist's head exploded into countless pieces, and mechanical parts flew everywhere.

(End of chapter)