(Before this chapter: The blood in this story is green. If it is red, it must be the author's typo. There is no real death in this story. Everything is just a fictional story that takes place in the fictional world. This story absolutely promotes truth, goodness and beauty, and opposes bloody violence.)

Well world, early the next morning.

People who don't know what is about to happen are still living the day after the previous day.

The streets are full of humans of various numbers.

Although these people have no faces, Bai Wu can feel some of their emotions.

Most of them are negative emotions, and they are people who are bent by life.

This world is full of order, but it does not mean that people under this order are happy.

The senior executives of the seven major consortiums have spent countless years completely blocking the road to the highest level.

This place may look the same as the city where Bai Wu was in his previous life, but it is closer to the tower before the change.

People live clearly at different levels.

The big capitals that penetrate into food, clothing, housing and transportation will not provide the ladder to climb up for the people below.

Workers have been working people all their lives, and it is difficult for small vendors on the roadside to upgrade small stalls to big hotels.

Even in creative industries, after dinner, people want to play games, and some independent small companies may occasionally make amazing games.

Maybe with these games, they can turn over.

But the next day, the game was cracked.

Soon, a big company released another skin replacement version. Interestingly, the game of a small company was cracked and pirated, but the skin replacement of a big company was not pirated.

There are similarities in the literature industry.

As for the entertainment industry, what kind of celebrities people like, what kind of songs they like, and what kind of TV programs they can watch, all have their own industrial assembly lines.

This is true from people to works.

Over time, this world has resentment.

But the power of the seven major consortiums is too huge. No one dares to be the first to be a pioneer.

Bai Wu got out of the car quickly.

He pretended to be a wealthy businessman today and was about to go to Yongheng Bank to discuss business.

He knew very well that there was at least one spy satellite surveillance on him.

However, Bai Wu also gave "No. 0" explanation to explain that he was going to get close to a wealthy man who was suspected of being an uprising army.

Anyway, he said hello in advance, Bai Wu's behavior seemed to be expected by the arrogant consortium.

So Bai Wu went to Eternal Bank without arousing suspicion.

As Bai Wu expected, when he entered Eternal Bank, all the focus of the four spy satellites was on Eternal Bank.

One is on Bai Wu, and the three are monitoring every corner of Eternal Bank.

Even with the eyes of Prell, Bai Wu could not sneak in quietly under such difficult circumstances.

But Bai Wu was not in a hurry. His clothes made him look like a rich man.

You should know that in Jingshi, which is controlled by the seven major consortiums, there are no wild ones at all. Only the top leaders of the seven major consortiums can become rich people.

So soon, Bai Wu was invited to the VIP waiting room, and the bank manager would soon come to serve in person.

In the living room, Bai Wu was communicating with other rich people.

"Tsk tsk, the world is clearly hierarchical. This class concept has been deeply rooted in people's hearts. Anyone who wears clothes has become a rule, and it is simply a paradise for fraud."

Hei Tao Ten complained behind Bai Wu. Jing Liuze wandered around.

These Patio Six and Spade Ten have discovered one thing that they cannot be too far from the White Fog.

Jing Liu could understand that she was tied up, but she couldn't understand what the situation was like for Spade Ten.

Bai Wu was chatting with the rich man around him without a word.

It's probably some unearthly topics.

He was also counting time silently, but the way he counted time was very special.

The white mist now seems to be able to call out the dialog box of the Eye of Prell at any time.

[What's the hurry? My left eye is interacting with my right eye intimately. The eight eyes above your head are still paying close attention to this bank. You'd better continue to brag with the little rich man next to you and then appreciate the upcoming riots.]

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Jing City, South District.

The bus driver suddenly became an attacker.

He removed the steering wheel directly and stepped on the accelerator.

The modified bus exerted force instantly, and passengers who were familiar with the bus actually heard the sound of liquid nitrogen ejectors and turbine engines.

Passengers with good eyesight saw the bus dial.

Did you tell me this is a bus? A bus with a speed of 220 kilometers per hour?

"I'm going to get off! I'm going to get off!"

"Sorry, let me introduce myself, one of the twelve cadres of the rebel army, Beetle!"

The Beetle still stepped on the accelerator and ran away many cars and pedestrians.

An ordinary bus, under his "ability", was as terrifying as an armored vehicle.

Talent Sequence 43 Armor Renovation.

The cruel eyes were filled with fanaticism, and the Beetle whistled excitedly, constantly crushing pedestrians, which was rarely seen even in the game.

The passengers were immediately frightened because the words "Caremen of the Rebel Army" represent the thugs who do evil.

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Jing City is still in the South District, metal processing factory.

In the metal factory where blood flows, fear fills the air.

A worker wiped the blood off his face and held a wrench in his hand, which was covered with sticky flesh and blood.

The sound of crushing flesh and bones from time to time was heard from the roar of machines in the factory. The worker, carrying a person who looked like a team leader, said:

"Ah, this is the happiest day I have for you. I've suffocated me to death, I've suffocated me to death! The fucking mission finally came!"

"You...who are you! Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I have money!" The team leader was so scared that he wet his pants.

"I? If I hadn't received the task suddenly today, I would have forgotten that I was the sword knife of one of the twelve cadres of the rebel army."

The twelve cadres of the rebel army are twelve thugs in the well world with "capacity".

Although Bai Wu’s actions are helping the real world.

But more than half of the twelve cadres of the rebel army joined in order to enjoy the killing.

They don't care about the real world, they just kill for the sake of killing.

These people are suppressed by the "May 9" in the uprising army on weekdays and dare not act rashly.

"Fifteenth Ninth" is also afraid that these people will be afraid that they will make too crazy actions, which will lead to some changes in the real world.

But now, they have received the order from "Fifteen Ninth" to be able to destroy it without hesitation.

There is no doubt that a destruction carnival is taking place.

The talent sequence of the Strike Knife is 67 Super Rage Form.

In less than ten minutes, he was so murderous that he had "cleaned" all the living people in the entire metal processing factory.

In the end, Zhandao began to take photos of what he did, using the group leader's mobile phone, and upload them to various communities and forums.

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Jingshi District, North District.

The cadres and artists of the rebel army carrying countless explosives are constructing an artistic scroll with explosives of different colors.

All these explosives were packed into dolls and fluffy toys.

The artist looked at himself happily as he constructed the pattern.

The cute dolls lined up with the dolls, but he looked like a lunatic.

Because he arranged all this on the highway, on the main road.

Soon there was a big traffic jam, and the drivers honked the horn and cursed the madman.

The artist danced and performed the curtain call:
To be continued...