Sweat dripped from his chin and fell on the dark solid wood floor, leaving a dirty watermark.

Leon has been gone for a long time, and Howard and others are still silent in this room, sitting or standing. Although they are in the same room, there is no conversation or even eye contact.

Everything that just happened is a fear that these big guys who have been sitting in high positions have not experienced for many years. They may have been fighting heroes, high-spirited young people full of ideals, and they were also full of ideals and determined to change this world.

nation.

It's a pity that now they only have fat bellies, hearts full of disgusting secrets, and heads full of dirty thoughts.

The night watchman said he wanted to kill everyone in the house, and they believed him.

That's why they are afraid.

But what they are more afraid of is living but losing their status and money.

Fortunately, the night watchman needs some obedient dogs.

Yes, Howard, who was "personally" intimidated, now doesn't care what his identity is in the eyes of night watchman Leon.

Compared with life and money, the so-called dignity on the other end of the scale has long been tilted high.

If you want dignity, you will lose everything else. This is a truth that Howard only realized when he was thirty years old.

Fortunately, he felt that he realized it was not too late.

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"Gentlemen..."

Perhaps because he hadn't spoken for too long, Howard's voice was distorted and hoarse, but he still said in such a low voice: "Things are beyond our control and have gone in another direction.

What happened just now... you have all seen it, so I won’t repeat it in detail.

So, please express your opinion."

After a long time, an equally hoarse voice returned: "State your stance. What kind of stance do you express?"

Howard turned around, stepped on the drop of sweat he had dropped, and said with a cold face: "Please don't talk to me such useless nonsense at this time again.

Oh……

What attitude do you express?

It’s very simple.”

Howard stretched out his left hand: "Here, it's death. The kind of death that involves ruin, disgrace, hatred and humiliation."

He extended his right hand again: "This is life. It's not so comfortable, but it still maintains the status quo, and maybe it can be more exciting."

Just spreading his hands, Howard walked towards the old men who were sitting or standing, but all looked puzzled and thinking: "Everyone, make your choice. You know, after the choice, we will be divided into two groups.

enemy.

or friends.”

There was another long silence.

An old man stood up and looked like he wanted to say something. But he glanced at the seat next to him. There was still a little blood stains and dazzling stains on it. He took a deep breath, as if he smelled the blood mixed in the air freshener.

After the taste, he suddenly seemed to be less stubborn.

Then he turned and asked, "What do you mean when you say it's more exciting?"

Howard suddenly smiled, a bright smile.

"Mr. Moran, haven't you seen? This night watchman has as much power as a god...

I remember that General Ross's opinion letter was signed by you, who was then the deputy chief.

Then, don't you...want to have some...wonderful powers?"

The old man named Moran frowned, and then suddenly laughed.

He looked at the other people in the room, walked directly in front of Howard, looked into his eyes and asked, "So, can you tell me more specifically."

Howard laughed again: "I think that as long as we are obedient, some great beings should not care about showing some bones from between their fingers for their dogs to eat. What do you think?"

At this time, Moran seemed to have thought something through and no longer found anything objectionable about the saying "dogs and their masters".

He squeezed Howard's outstretched right hand and said meaningfully: "Then, we will be... colleagues from now on."

Howard smiled and said: "I think we may not be the only ones who want to continue to be colleagues."

Moran turned around, and everyone behind him stood up, walked over with smiles on their faces, stretched out their right hands, and clasped them together.

Howard laughed from the bottom of his heart again.

Sure enough, fear can only make these guys dizzy. Only interests can make them make wise choices.

Mr. Lyon, I have been a lobbyist for you.

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Leon didn't know that after he left, so many things would happen in the room where two senior executives died.

If Leon knew about it, given his temper and character, he would probably feel disgusted, kill everyone in the house, and then send the house to the west in a huge fire.

However, he is obviously in a good mood now.

Riding a tall horse, drinking wine and singing songs. All because of the one tied behind the horse's tail, who staggered, was wearing a floral skirt, and had a yin and yang hair...

General Ross.

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To be honest, Lyon doesn't want General Ross to die soon.

But deliberately torturing him made Leon feel quite disgusted. It seemed that there was no need to spend so much effort and waste so much time on such a small person.

So, while Lyon was thinking, he kept riding his horse, dragging General Ross from the city to the suburbs.

"Ah! I thought of it!"

Leon happily turned around from his horse, leaning against the neck of the Nightmare Horse, facing General Ross and said: "You seem to like gamma rays very much! How about I try to make you mutate too!

Ha! Absolutely awesome! It just so happens that you like superheroes to do things under your hands. It’s not as good as having a father and a mother, so you can experience it for yourself!”

After being dragged for more than thirty kilometers, General Ross would have been dragged to death if he had not been kept alive by Lyon's halo.

Where do I have the energy to speak now?

As soon as the horse stopped, he lay directly on his back on the ground. The white foam at the corner of his mouth wet the soil, mixed into mud, and stuck to the corner of his mouth.

"...Kill me...please...please..."

Just such a sentence completely ruined Leon's good mood.

Dismounting from his horse, Leon sat cross-legged in mid-air, looking at General Ross who was lying on the ground with his eyes wandering.

"I'm really...

You are considered capable. No matter what kind of good mood others have, you always have the ability to destroy it.

Why can't we always kill a bitch like you?

You bastards like you always only think about whether you can take advantage of it. No matter how good the situation is, no matter how great the sacrifice is, it can happen because of bastards like you...

I can’t help it anymore, the more I talk, the angrier I get!”

He reached out and grabbed it to the right, and a long iron drill appeared in his hand. Leon grabbed it and penetrated Rose's hands, which were tied together, and plunged into the ground.

"Stop yelling! If you don't know better, you might think I did something to you!"

When he picked it up on the side of the road, he knocked out all of Ross's teeth and stuffed the stone into his mouth.

Of course, Leon did not forget to stop the bleeding of General Ross, and kept the halo on for him.

"Where did I say it?

Oh yes. You are such a bastard.

You are such a bastard, you never see me when I am in trouble.

So where were you when the Chitauri invaded?

Where were you when the giant snake came to earth?

It's so good, you jumped out! Pointing fingers to let this one salute you, and the other one listens to your orders.

Your special code can do nothing but cause trouble for others, right?

When I was still a nobody, the people I hated the most were people like you...

No, I’m even more angry... Damn it, your dad is a DJ..."

Leon remembered his identity as a doctor and performed a full-body acupuncture on General Ross free of charge to stop his bleeding. He sat down again and continued to curse.

"This world can actually be simpler and more down-to-earth.

Good guys, bad guys.

Good people who are not entirely good people, bad people who are not entirely bad people.

But there is a special-coded dog like you, pretending to be a good person, and doing some bad things that appear to be good things.
To be continued...