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Chapter 488 Five steps of blood splattering

An Daoxiong San's heart fell to the bottom. He knew very well that due to the rejection reaction caused by the experiment, the clones would not live long.

A clone who can't live long suddenly hijacks him.

An Daoxiong used his toes three times without even thinking that he was trying to make money or something.

"What do you want to do?"

There was a trace of fear in his tone, and he said hurriedly: "I know that the experiment on you has great hidden dangers, but as long as we spend time and energy, we can still successfully solve the rejection reaction.

Let you continue to live! "

An Daoxiong San wanted to arouse the idea of ​​​​survival in order to gain his own hope of survival.

He didn't want to die with this clone.

Unlike those mud-legged people, An Daoxiong was born into a famous family and was destined to stand above everyone from the very beginning. His life was more precious than anyone else's.

Even the lives of tens of thousands of people cannot be exchanged for one of his fingers.

No. 9 frowned slightly and wrote in a nonchalant tone: "Mr. Andao, I think what you should consider now is to follow me in.

As long as you tell your story clearly in front of the camera, then nothing will happen. "

"I."

An Daoxiong San still wanted to protest a few words, but No. 9 lost patience with him and quickly retracted his right hand.

Even if he didn't turn into that terrifying appearance, he could still drag An Daoxiong San inside.

The media company chosen by No. 9 was Takizawa Media, which was originally affiliated with the Takizawa Group. Because the Takizawa family died in an accident and there were no relatives, its properties were quickly divided up by the five major consortiums and the Phoenix Family.

This media company was swallowed up by the Yasuda family and renamed Tiantiao Media.

But the manager has not been changed for the time being.

No. 9 saw the opportunity and made an appointment for the Prime Minister to broadcast live. He claimed that out of confidentiality, he decided to let the TV station promote the live broadcast as a mysterious guest.

Now he pulled An Daoxiong San to the door of Tianniao Media. He raised his hand and pulled the trigger, directly smashing the glass door of the office.

Pieces of broken glass avalanched to the ground.

"what!"

The receptionist at the front desk screamed.

No. 9 raised his gun and said warmly: "Can you please lower your voice?"

"what!"

The screams didn't stop, and No. 9 immediately pulled the trigger.

At that moment, the world became quiet.

No. 9 dragged An Daoxiong San forward and smiled at the people who came: "Good afternoon, I am the mysterious guest of today's live broadcast. I have already sent a message to contact you, saying that the scheduled time has been changed.

Time is a little tight, but I hope you can use your professional skills. "

People from Tianniao Media were stunned, including the manager.

He learned that An Daoxiong San was going to do a show here, so he naturally came out to guide the on-site work. He wanted to try to pass this battle to ensure that his position as manager of Tianniao Media would not be shaken.

His son had just gotten married, bought a house, and still had thirty years of mortgage payments to pay.

The manager must not lose his job at this time.

"We can't do that to criminals."

"If you don't do it, I'll kill him."

"There is no way, everything is for the Prime Minister!"

The manager's face was full of righteousness and he said: "Why are you still hanging around? Get ready to broadcast live!"

This is huge news. As long as they reveal it, the ratings and traffic will continue to rise.

As for the consequences, the manager wondered, could it be worse than being fired from the position of manager?

At his age, it is basically impossible to find a similar good job after being fired from the position of manager.

Instead of working as a convenience store employee, it would be better to just grit your teeth and reveal this dirty information to see if you can win the favor of the Yasuda family.

For the sake of his dedication, let him stay here as the manager of the company.

No. 9 smiled and said: "As expected of a manager, his professionalism is good."

……

Tokyo, Ikebukuro.

Inside the maid cafe.

Qingze sat there by the window where the sun was shining, and ordered a cup of coffee. There were mousse cakes, donuts, egg tarts and other desserts on the table.

As lunch time approached, Qingze didn't want to wander around. He chose the latter between eating and having dessert.

Originally, he wanted to ask Caiyu out to play, but it was a pity that Caiyu had something to do today and couldn't go out with him.

Qingze guessed that that person was preparing the outfit videos for each issue of Akizuki Iroha.

He has seen it all, and his level has improved significantly compared to when he was studying before, and his fans are constantly increasing.

During the live broadcast, there were still people buying gifts.

It can be seen that Akizuki Iroha's desire to become a millionaire blogger is not just a casual talk, but a real intention to do it.

Qingze scrolled through Douyin and when he saw the eerie picture, his finger quickly slid away.

For these short videos, he usually only watches a few seconds, and those few seconds determine whether there is content he is curious about.

If not, just slide away.

A dancing blogger appeared in the video, and Qingze retracted his fingers that wanted to slide, not minding wasting a few minutes.

"Qing Zejun."

With a call, Qingze calmly slid the dancing blogger in front of him away and slid into the video of the blogger explaining international events. He took a sip of coffee and asked, "Monitor, what's the matter?"

Rena Arakawa ran over in small steps and showed Aozawa what turbulence is. She said with excitement on her face: "Hurry and watch the live broadcast room of Tiantiao Media."

Before she finished speaking, she pointed the screen of her phone towards Qingze, and a familiar face came into view.

The blond hair and handsome face gave Qingze a vague impression that he had seen him before. In his memory, the person with this face should be...

Qingze thought about it and felt that he was about to remember that person's name, but the name seemed to be obscured by a mosaic.

He gave up thinking about who this person was and instead searched the live broadcast room of Tianniao Media.

The number of people online has exceeded 300,000, and is still increasing. There are netizens at home and abroad.

The comment section was blown up.

"No way? Is it really that An Daoxiong San?"

"It must have been done by AI."

"Impossible, this is a live broadcast room!"

"Haha, that guy should end up like this."

"Kill kill kill kill kill."

Looking at a group of reveling netizens, Qingze was also curious and looked at the man in the video.

……

"Cough cough."

No. 9 coughed suddenly and covered his mouth with a handkerchief. When he moved it away, he showed his handkerchief to the camera and said slowly: "As you can see, this is blood, and I won't live long.

Before I die, I want to expose the things done by the Adao cabinet. One of the plans named Gao Tianyuan is the human cloning experiment.

And I am Clone No. 9. My body is forensic doctor Miles. I died due to failure to awaken my superpower. "

Having said this, he threw away the handkerchief, took out another bottle of painkillers, and said with a smile: "I have been able to endure the pain of rejection by taking painkillers these days.

Mr. Andao, it's your turn to speak now. "

An Daoxiong San sat there, the expression on his face was full of complexity and hesitation. Once he said it, his political career would come to an end.

He doesn't want to lose power yet.

No. 9 had a decisive attitude, picked up the gun and pulled the trigger.

Bang, the gunshot without a silencer was very loud. By the time the sound reached people's ears, An Daoxiong San's shoulders were already covered with blood, "Ah!"

The severe pain made him scream and almost fall to the ground.

No. 9 grabbed his shoulders and forced him to the table. The blood flowing out was so bright red in front of the camera.

There was another commotion in the comment area.

No. 9 didn't care about this at all, and said with a smile: "Such a thing seems a bit illegal, but it doesn't matter, as long as someone dares to block it, I will kill him.

Mr. Andao, can you say it now? "

"Yes, we have that plan, but I have no choice. This is all to deal with threats from other worlds, and we have to do it as a last resort!"

An Daoxiong admitted that he signed such a plan and tried to justify his behavior.

"Actually, I don't want to accuse you of what you did."

No. 9 said with a smile: "Actually, without this plan, I would not have been born.

From this aspect, I still want to thank you, but the clone should also have his freedom. Locking me in the laboratory all day is really boring. "

The gentler his voice became, the paler An Daoxiong San's expression became, and blood was continuously flowing out from the wound. "I told you, you have to abide by the agreement and let me go."

"Don't worry, people from the Metropolitan Police Department should be surrounded outside. I don't know when they will ask me for advice."

"People inside, listen! You are surrounded by us, release the hostages quickly! Put down your weapons and surrender!"

The voice of shouting came here, and a smile appeared on No. 9's face: "Please don't laugh at them, who told them not to know anything. I don't have a few days to live. What can I do if I put down my weapons?"

At this point, No. 9 clenched his right hand, and flesh and blood instantly gushed out, blood vessels and veins were exposed in front of the camera, and his right arm swelled as thick as an elephant's leg.

The five fingers are like sharp claws.

"Nani?!"

The filming staff at the scene were all shocked.

No. 9 smiled and said: "Look, everyone, this is the transformation experiment they conducted on the clones, which caused a strong rejection reaction in my body and I will die soon.

Let me show you the power of this hand. "

A chill suddenly flashed through An Daoxiong San's heart, and he shouted: "No!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes were shrouded in a blazing white lightning light.

No. 9's right claw cut open An Daoxiong San's head from top to bottom, and the blood, brains, and dense bones were all shown in front of the camera.

At this moment, the filming crew stayed at the scene.

At the same time, SAT received the news of An Daoxiong San's death, and immediately stopped giving any gentle persuasion and broke in directly.

A gun was quickly pointed at No. 9 on the desk.

Nine smiled and spread his arms, embracing death.

Da Da Da, in the torrential rain of bullets, the desk and No. 9's body, everything was as fragile as paper.

"Turn off the live broadcast!"

With a roar, the live broadcast room turned black.

Qingze looked at the dark mobile phone and murmured: "Everyone is really angry."

(End of this chapter)