Bright red blood oozed from the man's eyebrows. He looked at He Ao in disbelief, leaned forward, and fell to the ground.
He Ao glanced at the dark pistol in his hand and put it in his arms.
He got this gun from Homeless Man in the morning. The reason why he didn't throw it back like before, but put it in his pocket, was because he saw City of Stars Emblem on the bottom of the gun handle.
This is the emblem of Nolanka Group, and everything marked with this emblem is the fixed property of Nolanka Group.
Because Nolanka Group is very strict about fixed assets and the quality is basically good, so items marked with the Nolanka Group emblem are very popular in the Kaya City market.
Nolanka Group sometimes disposes of some fixed properties that have expired, or some redundant properties, but when Nolanka Group officially sells these properties, they will use a special destruction stamp to destroy the emblem.
As for the gun He Ao got from Homeless Man, the emblem under the handle was not destroyed, which proves that theoretically, this gun should be in a certain warehouse of Nolanka Group, or in the hands of a Security Personnel, not in the hands of a Homeless Man.
Therefore, He Ao's acquisition of this gun does not constitute the robbery of Homeless Man's property, but only the recovery of the legal property of his company.
While putting away the gun, He Ao's eyes fell on the gun in the man's hand. This gun looked somewhat similar to the gun in his hand.
He walked around the table to the man's body and picked up the pistol in his hand.
There is also a City of Stars Emblem on the bottom of this pistol.
Not destroyed.
The moment he saw this emblem, He Ao paused.
A Homeless Man got a gun that originally belonged to Nolanka Group. It can be explained that a staff member accidentally dropped it and Homeless Man picked it up.
But the boss of a TV station also holds the same gun in his hand. Such a huge gap in living environment between the two cannot be explained by negligence.
He Ao threw the gun back.
At this moment, rapid footsteps stopped at the door.
The person outside tried to open the door, but failed. Then he quickly walked to the window and climbed in through the broken window.
"Vian Sir?"
As soon as Jielang landed, he saw He Ao slowly getting up. Then he lowered his head and looked at the body on the ground.
At this moment, the blood on the ground is already flowing to He Ao's feet.
He Ao took two steps back, picked up the camera on the desktop, copied the video inside to Bracelet, and then threw it to Jielang.
"He wanted to kill me. I was in self-defense and it was all recorded."
Jielang:?
He glanced at the body on the ground, turned on the video recorder, and clicked on the video he had just recorded.
The video is not long, and Jielang quickly found the clip he wanted.
In that clip, the man pointed a gun at He Ao from behind. When he was about to pull the trigger, He Ao suddenly pulled out the gun and shot the man between the eyebrows.
At this moment, He Ao was already carrying the silver-gray Metal Box and climbed out of the broken window.
"Why are you here!?"
Watching He Ao leave, Jielang quickly closed the video recorder, leaned against the window and asked.
"This office building is the property of Nolanka Group,"
He Ao waved his hand, "My own industry is in danger, so I came over to check. If you have any questions, you can contact my lawyer."
As he spoke, his figure gradually disappeared into the Ruins in the corridor.
Jielang glanced at the corpse on the ground and sighed slightly.
——
Lina rubbed his messy hair and walked out of the luxurious office building in a daze.
In order to plan and organize this show, she has not slept for three days.
Her face looked very haggard, with sunken eye sockets and two thick black circles covering her bloodshot eyes.
The warm sunlight shone on her body, causing her to take two steps back subconsciously.
After a few seconds of adaptation, she was able to stand naturally in the bright sunshine.
Behind her were two tall security guards, blocking the door and watching her.
At this moment, she suddenly felt a little funny.
These security guards themselves were hired to be responsible for security. They were so tall, but they could not play even a little role in times of danger. They were only instructed by the boss to drive away a woman with a weak body.
The two security guards also noticed Lina's gaze. They turned their heads and did not look into Lina's eyes.
But what's wrong with these security guards?
Lina withdrew his gaze.
They were just following their boss's orders.
If they are unwilling to comply, they will be fired, like themselves, and lose the jobs they rely on to survive.
Lina walked around this towering office building in a daze.
For a long time before today, she thought she had seen enough of the darkness of this world.
In order to work and make money, she can lower her moral bottom line low enough.
At the request of her boss, she can create a program full of deception for the sake of traffic.
She could also calmly accept the fact that she had to spend three days and three nights without sleep for this plan.
She thought her bottom line was low enough, but what her boss did today completely broke through her bottom line.
She couldn't understand why she could unscrupulously destroy other people's reputations and lives just for the sake of traffic and making money.
She doesn't like Jett.
This host is annoying and likes to be sarcastic. His words often reveal discrimination against people like her who have climbed up from the bottom.
But this should not be the reason for him to be put in the eyes of millions of people, laughed at, and teased.
What's more, these ridicules and jokes are just to make the boss make more money.
Would the boss himself be willing to put a video of him crying in pain online to attract traffic?
Why should he use other people's reputation to make money?
Jett's experience made her miserable.
An explosion sounded above Lina's head.
She looked up and saw black smoke billowing along the wall.
That should have been a bomb going off.
The distance was too far and she couldn't see where the explosion occurred.
She lowered her head and continued walking along the wall of the office building.
She suddenly felt that she was incompatible with the world. She could not break through the final bottom line, or she could silently treat everything as if she had not seen it.
Perhaps she is not suitable for this industry.
At this moment, she felt a Black Shadow fall from the sky and fall in front of her.
Bright red blood splashed all over her face.
Her brain lost the ability to think in an instant.
She stared blankly at the very familiar figure covered in blood in front of her.
Host Jett
The only thought in her mind at the moment was.
Jett, dead.
The venomous host seemed to have committed suicide by jumping off a building.
The worst outcome she had imagined happened.
She wanted to cry, but she just retched twice without crying.
Jett is dead, will she be next?
Put yourself in Jett's shoes and be seen at her worst by millions of people, would she be able to keep herself from committing suicide?
She can't do it.
She only felt intense fear.
What the boss sacrifices is not their reputation, but their life and reputation.
She has no control over this.
Even if she leaves this company and goes to the next company, she is not sure whether she will be like Jett, and become a victim of the boss's profits when she knows nothing about it.
Her life and death are not in her own hands.
"Fear, anger, resentment,"
A low voice sounded in her ears,
"I'm afraid that one day my life will no longer belong to me. I'm afraid of being fooled like a clown. I'm afraid that even if I work hard, I'll be ruthlessly abandoned. Why does the world become like this? Why does my life become the 'cost' for others to make money?"
This voice was like a devil's whisper, bewitching her soul,
"Do you want to change this world? Do you want to change everything that's twisted? Even if it's just a mantis trying to make a chariot, even if it's just like a wild beast fighting before death?"
A cold business card was placed in her hand, "If you figure it out, you can come here to find me."
It wasn't until this moment that Lina came back to her senses. She turned her head and looked behind her.
I saw only a tall man carrying a silver-gray box getting into a dark car.
She lowered her head and looked at the business card in her hand.
[Vian Nolanka]
[Nolanka Group Chairman of the Board]
[137 Nolanka 4th Street]