Chapter 46 Madman, Sceit
"Okay."
"Since there is something wrong, you should take the initiative to apologize--"
The financial magazine turned to the page introducing the god of business, and slowly put down half of the coffee. The middle-aged man raised his head slightly, and the computer reflected his thick scum.
Suddenly, the eyes around came to focus.
The other two, who have always been silent in the fifth, stopped at the same time after the man opened his mouth. At seven o'clock, there was a fat man with a super notebook, and opposite him was a flat-headed young man with MP3 headphones plugged in and listening to music.
Fat man, nicknamed Fat Bug, was a super make before the end of the world. He took pleasure in destroying databases, firewalls and looking for broilers, and awakened his ability - high-speed computing.
The flat-headed man, known as A Tu, was once one of the hundreds of ant workers under the command of Narcissus Tower, but later awakened the evolutionist and became one of the high-rise buildings of the Narcissus Tower, with awakening ability - partial deformation.
"The building manager..."
He Yun still wanted to speak, but was interrupted.
"No need to say."
"A Chong, give them five-level treatment."
Middle-aged people's eyes are shining with wisdom. He already knows what Chen Qinghe wants to bring. Since the choice of friendship is no longer pursued, corresponding compensation must be given.
They are not brave gangsters.
He is just a special businessman in the end of the world. As the founder of Narcissus Building, Zhong Haitong defines himself in this way.
Level 5 treatment!?
All four of them were shocked. The five-level standard is a measure set by Zhong Haitong. Just like the fingerprint map, the five-level represents the highest, which also means the danger of the target character.
"Big..."
"Can this boy be compared with that "crazy"?"
The fat insect narrowed his eyes, and a pair of small eyes were squeezed into a thin line by the fat. He had a clearer understanding than others the real meaning behind the five-level treatment.
Crazy!
As soon as he said this, the other people's faces changed.
Narcissus Tower knows much more about this ruined city than the outside world. Every day, a large amount of information is collected through He Yun's explosive insects to this small basement. In these short 12 days, only one person was included in the five-level treatment.
It was the evolutionist that Chen Qinghe sensed in the heavenly platform five days ago. A Tie himself saw the evolutionist who summoned the "demon" and killed the monster crazily.
"I'm not sure, but I think it's at least 30% likely."
Zhong Hai's eyes were very bright, and his brain seemed to be analyzing something quickly. He picked up the coffee and took a sip, felt the unique bitterness of the oral black coffee, and said calmly.
Can win the International Convention and Exhibition Center!
This alone is by no means possible for ordinary evolutionists. The existence of T-3 ghosts is still circulating among a few evolutionists. Even this kind of monster still has many unknowns, let alone develop effective countermeasures.
"However, I don't care about this boy."
Fat Chong mentioned this "crazy", and his soft fat face trembled slightly. He left the matter about Chen Qinghe behind him and said in a low voice, " boss, we haven't heard from him for three days."
He subconsciously clicked on the classified folder of photos named "Mysterious Man". Suddenly, nearly ten JPEG-formatted pictures appeared in tiled form, and then opened the first picture.
This is an extremely blurred night vision photo. From an angle, it was taken from a high perspective. The "madman" stood in front of a collapsed hospital. Although he could not see his appearance clearly, he could clearly identify him in the clothes of the city's largest mental hospital. He was barefoot. He bowed his waist and seemed to be shuttling between the ruins.
The second picture, the shooting time was close to the seventh day of the end of the world. It was also the midnight when Chen Qinghe practiced the golden secret method on the rooftop for the first time. The "madman" was no longer the original pale sick suit, but changed into a hip-hop-style dress, only revealing half of his blurred back.
In the third picture, the shooting time is the eighth day. The "Madman" changed to a rock-style dress and rushed out of the alley. Unlike the previous picture, his hands seemed to have an unknown black lingering, as ethereal like a ghost fog.
The fourth, the fifth, the sixth--
"Madman" is like a supermodel on the runway. With the ruined city as the stage, the style of clothing is constantly changing. From the Korean version of trendy clothes, to sports and leisure, to business formal clothes, this strange behavior is like playing different people.
No news for three days?
Zhong Haitong turned his eyes to He Yun and asked, "How's it going?"
"Can't find--"
He Yun shook her head slightly.
Like a maternal body, she can not only reproduce explosive insects with special abilities, but also change the body shape and limb structure of explosive insects according to the needs of the situation. She can use small digital cameras to shoot and collect intelligence information in every corner of the city.
Just like a madman, this kind of explosive worm that can carry a digital camera was accidentally discovered.
"Starting today, try to expand the range of insect distribution."
Zhong Haitong crossed his fingers and said.
His intelligence network has only been distributed to the south of the city, and the other three sides are not in a hurry to establish it. Now it seems necessary to expand the Narcissus Tower intelligence network.
In a short period of time, the low-level difficult maps around here have been attacked by many survivors, and most of the remaining are dangerous maps with second-level fingerprints or above. He must plan for the future.
"Yes."
He Yun responded.
"A Chong, which statistic is made?"
Zhong Haitong ended this topic and suddenly asked.
"It's done."
Fat Chong nodded his head and turned the ultra-basic display screen to Zhong Haitong.
This is a Word document named "Stickeng", which records the number of sinkholes found south of the city. Each sinkhole is accompanied by a detailed specific discovery time, location, surrounding conditions, pictures, real-time dynamics, and then enters with a variety of statistical charts such as columns, cakes, bars, etc. at the end. Statistics.
The size of the sinkhole in the picture is different, and the smallest diameter is more than seven meters, just like the sinkholes that appeared in China before the end of the world and formed by subsidence, but the difference is that the sinkholes in the picture are bottomless, like bottomless, which makes people have the illusion that they are leading to the other side of the earth.
"The number of recent discoveries is rising..."
Zhong Haitong smelled unusual information from these small statistical charts. He frowned, closed his eyes, tapped his fingers rhythmically on the table, and went into deep thinking.
Seeing this, the four people fell silent one after another.
Outsiders may not know that whenever Zhong Haitong's thoughtful expression is full of ability - memory analysis!
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An hour later, the Imperial Hotel.
Suite 717, this is Zhao Tang's room.
Now it is a mess, with traces of fighting everywhere, and even several black bullet marks on the wall. Obviously, there has been a fierce gunfight here.
'Atang' sat cross-legged on the carpet. He was ** with his upper body, but his dark face was as gloomy as water. There were several places on his body that had not been bandaged and only the knife wounds were removed.
Shortly after Chen Qinghe left, Xi Kezhi and others were finally persuaded by Zhao Tang, launched a sneak attack, grabbed guns and killed people, took Zhao Tang's last property, and escaped from the Emgrand Hotel.
On his left hand side, 'Uncle Wei', who has experience in survival in the wild in the tour group, is dressing the wound for A Tang.
"Xiao Li's bastards!"
As long as A Tang thought that Zhao Tang's gang successfully escaped, he became more and more unwilling, especially when Chen Qinghe handed over the guns to them before he left, many people died.
"Now is not the time to think about those bastards..."
"You should think about how to explain it to Qinghe."
Uncle Wei sighed helplessly and made a good gauze for A Tang.
It turned out that Zhao Tang's dog legs had been completely treated differently by Chen Qinghe since the death of the Vietnamese, suffering from non-physical spiritual torture like prisoners. The resentment accumulated by this group of people finally broke out after he left, but this is not the only key factor for their escape, but also the survivors other than Atang, who have almost no professionally trained ordinary people.
However, even so, a few people managed to escape in the end, and most of them were killed on the spot.
"Yes..."
A Tang's heart sank.
Before Chen Qinghe left, he had vowed that there would never be any accident with him. Now how to explain it to him is the most important.
Suddenly - Boom!
There was a deafening explosion outside the hotel, and the glass of the whole hotel was trembling violently.