Chapter 3580 The Edge of Tomorrow (Twenty-six)

Gotham Diamond Street.8:30AM.

With the slight vibration of the coffee machine, the rich aroma of fruit wood and hazelnuts wafted away. The sound of high heels came from far to near, and fingers coated with red nail polish picked up the cup full of coffee.

"Good morning, Nelson."

"Good morning, ma'am. Have you watched the market for another night?"

"Don't mention it." The blonde woman took a sip of coffee and shook her head and said, "Since that damn cloth... what's the cloth?"

“Breniak.”

"Yes, Brenniak. Since he restricted trading, short-term stocks have almost no way to do. The two teams under my command have lost 30% in a day. If this continues, I really don't know how to explain to the boss."

The man who came over to pick up the coffee said, "This is only temporary. Don't forget that the president also has a share of the two largest stocks in his hands. He will not sit idly by."

"Yes, the boss certainly has a way. After all, we made a comeback by creating a gas safety accident last time. But this time I was a little worried that it would be difficult for the boss's plan to hide it from cunning artificial intelligence."

"If we still use the original method, of course it won't work. That guy invaded all his private phones and computers. Unless we don't use electronic devices, he would definitely know. But our boss found a helper this time."

"Help? Could it be another artificial intelligence?"

"I don't know this. But I heard that I'm quite sure. If you have the fastest results, you'll get this week."

"I just hope I won't make too much noise. You don't know that the last gas safety accident and the kindergarten food poisoning case have both tired Wells and Hankinson back to my hometown. I can't afford to lose people."

The woman left in her high heels. The man took out his cell phone, answered a call, and walked towards the boss's office with coffee.

"Boss, I'm here." He knocked on the door and walked in. His boss was sitting in a chair reading a handwritten document.

"We have to find a way to short Cirison Materials before this week, otherwise it will be too late. Will the things you want to do have a result?"

"Don't worry, it's the last time the ground collapse of Xingele Street. The things have been mixed into the latest batch of keel materials and sent in. They should be doing it tonight."

The boss slapped the table hard: "That damn Breniak is too strict for the president to take action. But if we continue to restrict transactions, our funds will have problems at the end of this month."

"This time I want to kill two birds with one stone, first short Cyrison, and then make Brenniak look good. I have to let them know who has the final say in Diamond Street!"

Not long after, the man came out of the office and just returned to his office, he found that it was messy.

"What's wrong? I'll go back to my work station. Do you stop working if you restrict transactions?"

"No, the security guard just called and said there was an intruder." said a man standing by the window.

"It's not the parents of those kids again, aren't it?" the man narrowed his eyes and said, "The security guard is really, I can't even stop a few ordinary people. Call Cage and ask him to drive out the gangsters."

Suddenly, he saw the employee who had just talked to him showing a terrified expression. The man was confused, so he was about to say something, and when he felt a black shadow appear behind him.

He turned his head and saw a black and yellow figure appearing in front of him.

"Bang!"

Gotham Diamond Street, 8:20AM.

The delivery guy who walked out with the packed coffee saw that the hand wearing black gloves stretched out from the passenger seat of the truck, and his steps stopped.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the anxiety in his heart, and handed the coffee over. A roll of dollars was thrown out from the car window.

Death Knell withdrew his gaze from the back of the food deliveryman who fled in panic and took a slight sip of cigarettes. The sound of Harley with a slight current noise came from the intercom: "The car that monitored the target has arrived at the underground parking lot, and it will reach the target location in about 10 minutes. How are you preparing?"

"I have 5 minutes to drink coffee." Death Knell said, blowing the hot coffee.

The door of the main driver was opened, and Weiren handed one to the death knell with the steaming breakfast, and held the other in his hand. He opened the wrapping paper and took a bite and chewed it, saying, "This pancake is pretty good, you can try it."

Death Knell also took a bite of the pancake and nodded while eating. After eating in three bites, he drank the coffee in one go, looked down at his watch: "It's 8:25 am now."

Two daggers were inserted into the scabbard behind, and the M1911 was placed in the butt stock at the waist. "Click", the M4A1 carbine was on the bullet.

The car door opened and looked through the pitch-black tactical boots, and the metal word "Cotasco Securities" flashed a golden light on the door.

The security guard sitting in the security booth turned his head and saw the coffee cup rolling in the wind from the ground at the door. He stood up and opened the door, and the next second he was hit by the black muzzle.

The muzzle slid down along his head to the back, and then to his back. The security guard raised his hands tremblingly and said, "Don't, don't kill me, I'm just a job..."

"Elevator card." A low and dumb voice that the voice converter has processed.

"I, I'll give it to you, don't kill me..." The security guard trembled and touched his pocket.

"Bang!"

The muffled sound of the muffler guns was very low, and the employees were unaware of it during the morning rush hour and walked towards the door in groups of three or three.

The elevator card was taken out from the figure lying on the ground, and the shadow quickly disappeared among the bushes.

A few minutes later, the truck drove to the side door and two figures walked out from inside.

"Tsk tsk tsk." Schiller looked at the corpse lying on the ground and couldn't help but sigh, "It's so clean."

Victor lacks experience in this area, saying: "The shooting skills of Death Knell are so good, why not just take the lead?"

"If I said someone had ever been hit by a pistol bullet and survived, you might find it ridiculous. But that's the truth. The lungs are different, especially when the bullets are shot from behind, and death comes quickly and quietly."

"Okay, you're all professional."

Victor and Schiller moved the body to the trolley beside them, locked a cardboard box on it, and pushed it out.

"In the United States, as long as you carry a ladder or a cart, you can go in and out in any public place. Everyone will treat you as air."

Schiller and Victor walked out of the side door, and during that time they also met employees who were entering the company through the side door, but no one looked at them.

Even though Schiller and Victor are celebrities to some extent, and they don't look like porters in suits and ties, but they still don't attract any attention.

A body was moved back to the truck. Schiller stood in the shade of the truck and said, "Although there are only three targets, I think the death knives will start killing. Some people are busy today."

"It's good to change your mind occasionally." Victor put the body in the body bag and said, "Call Jonathan if it's done. We can transport it to you first, so that the body can be left in the car for too long and it will get the car dirty."

"Hey, Jonathan?" Schiller said to his phone, "Have you done it?"

Jonathan, holding the phone, turned around, and Jack was still pouring the bucket of chemical reagent into the pool.

"It'll be fine soon. Your side is over? Isn't it a little too fast?...Okay, I understand. I guarantee you can deal with it directly when you come here."

After hanging up the phone, Jonathan walked to the instrument, took a look at the reading above, and then came to the huge chemical pool, took out the frozen pig's calves and threw them into the pool.

With a "squeak", the white smoke rose and the flesh and blood disappeared in an instant.

"This is so strong." Jack rubbed his hands and said with a grin, "If Batman is here, I must jump in and try it."

"Why are you jumping in instead of throwing him in?"

"If he falls in, he will die! You idiot!"

"You are a fool, and you are a lunatic!"

"Hey? Hey!" Harley's voice came from the communicator. Jonathan turned around, picked up the communicator and said, "I'm here, what's wrong?"

"Professor, they have already gone to you, you can prepare as soon as possible. It's over."

Halle turned off the communicator and walked back to the computer. Coppert was staring at the monitor, shook his head and sighed: "This guy is too violent."

Harley walked to the side and sat down, sucked a large mouthful of ice soda, looked at the redness on the monitor, and sniffed and said, "He is a debt-to-debt person. He was originally the world's number one mercenary, but later he became famous with another shot. This time he took action again, and it would not be an exaggeration to make any big scenes."

"I think you should restrain yourself a little bit," said Breniak. "As the evil artificial intelligence that invaded the earth in your mouth, I have killed more people since I came to the earth than you have killed today."

"Isn't this very normal? If you rule the earth for another ten thousand years, you will not be as likely to have more compatriots we have killed in the past ten thousand years. This is how humans are, just be used to it."

"What puzzles me is that you don't even care who the person I asked you to kill is. No one asked me for their background information. Are you not afraid of killing good people by chance?"

"Good guy?!" Halle seemed to hear a huge joke, and he sneered, "You mean, there are good guys on Diamond Street?! Oh my God, your discovery is like Einstein's discovery of the theory of relativity! Why don't they award you a Nobel Prize?"

"It seems you are not that smart either." Copper said, "Gotham people often say that if the Soviet Union used a nuclear bomb to flatten the Diamond Street, the most innocent ones would be mice in the nearby sewers."

"So you know this," said Breniak. "Then why did you allow them to exist for so long?"

"Of course, Gotham used to have some worse things than them, but now..."

Finally, the gunshots on Diamond Street stopped.

The securities companies are already in a sea of ​​blood, but strangely, the police cars that used to come and go in Gotham were not here for a long time. Even the sirens were gone. The adjacent companies could clearly hear gunshots, but no one stood up. The entire Diamond Street was as quiet as death.

Until 12:00 noon, the police car arrived late. Gordon stood outside the blockade and cursed:

"Breniak! That's what you're fucking about the power outage in the city center?!"

"Director, please believe that the power outage is just an accident..."
Chapter completed!