Klein didn't dare to neglect for a second and hurriedly called home, but no one answered.
"I kill you!"
Klein grabbed Di Zhu's neck with his hand a little harder, breaking the flesh and blood, and almost breaking the entire neck.
Di Wei said with difficulty.
"Kill me."
"You'll just...never see them again."
"As long as you leave here, you will automatically give up and go back to find them."
"Everything is fine."
Di Wei coughed violently, his eyes lost focus, and he was about to be strangled.
Klein immediately compromised in less than a second. After asking about the whereabouts of his family, he did not dare to delay any longer.
He left Di Biao behind and rushed out of the conference room.
"Hold."
Di Wei was thrown to the ground heavily, his head was bruised and bleeding, and his emerald green eyes like poisonous snakes exuded endless venom.
"Oh……"
"Ha ha ha ha……"
He chuckled softly at first, then held his belly and started laughing wildly, as if he was witnessing the top performance on a talk show, with tears in his eyes.
If it were just other cadres, they would not dare to do this, but with McConaughey's endorsement, the position of the highest cadre is already his.
Because Di Bong had people kill Klein's entire family, leaving the bodies unburied and leaving them on the road with him.
At this time, Di Wei opened his cell phone and dialed a number, then motioned to the other end of the phone to take action.
He also arranged for people to kill Klein directly. After the killing, he had to take a video of himself to confirm that he was completely dead.
"Um……"
"A real man must do whatever it takes..."
"For the sake of justice, you have to bear some sins."
Di Wei was so distraught that he wiped his tears with his hands, looking like he was about to cry.
Just when everyone was distracted by him.
"Ha ha……"
"I'm pretending."
"Killing a whole family, it's so high, it's like a fucking bingo blast."
"The more people there are, the higher the points will be."
He suddenly started talking about completely unrelated things to show off.
“Quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes.”
Di Wei nodded, thinking this was a motto.
The other candidates in the conference room saw Di Biao's cruelty and raised their hands in a gesture of surrender, indicating that they had no intention of competing with Di Biao for seats.
At this time, footsteps were heard outside the conference room.
Di Wei was startled.
"Dry."
He hurriedly got down from the main seat at the long conference table, sat down at the side at lightning speed, grabbed the notebook and pen of the candidate next to him, and pretended to take notes.
Act like a hard-working manager who is conscientious and ready to run.
After the summit staff entered the conference room, they scanned around and found that one person was missing.
"Officer Klein...isn't he here?"
The summit staff were a little confused, because those who did not attend the meeting on time would be deemed to have automatically abstained from voting. There should be no surprises at this juncture of promotion to the top cadres.
"Oh, my brother."
"Some changes happened in his family, there was a car accident or something. He has to go..."
"Stay with his wife."
Di Wei emphasized the last four words very hard, which meant a lot.
More than ten minutes later.
When Klein rushed to the location Di Biao said, his children, two sisters, and his father who had suffered a stroke all fell on the cold cement floor.
It wasn't clean and tidy, it wasn't even a gun, but he was stabbed to death with random knives. The body was covered with stab wounds, and his wife...
Klein had no choice.
As an infected person, there is a risk of losing control. In order to avoid being hunted by the Countermeasures Bureau, he had no choice but to accept the "invitation" from SCT.
But in this crazy organization, in the dark forces spawned by self-devouring violence, if you don't climb to a high position, you will only become a corpse sacrificed in terrorist actions.
His wife was lying naked with her eyes closed. It was hard to imagine what kind of abuse she had suffered during her lifetime. Those dead eyes seemed to be staring directly at Klein.
Too empty, too hateful.
"I'm sorry that this happened."
"But you should have that kind of awareness."
"There's no choice."
"It's time to hit the road. At least your family can be reunited."
A man in a silver striped suit stepped out of the shadows, wearing meticulous gold-rimmed glasses.
Requested by his personal friend McConaughey, Ash, as one of the most powerful ordinary cadres outside the combat directory, came to kill this person.
"Di Wei..."
Perhaps on the verge of collapse, Klein lost his anchor to stabilize himself. He gritted his teeth and shouted that person's name. He went crazy, his strength surged, and he rushed towards Ash.
And here at SCT headquarters.
Di Wei was successfully elected as a member of the summit and became the top cadre of SCT.
After the meeting.
Di Wei received a message saying that Klein had not been killed and asked him to escape.
"It's just me. If you run away, you'll run away."
"There's no point anymore."
"Now I am a member of the summit..."
"I have the power to decide sct..."
"Every move."
Di Wei hung up the phone and put out the cigarette butt on the cigarette extinguishing sand in the trash can next to the elevator. He felt very comfortable and seemed to have thought of something.
From the inner pocket of the khaki windbreaker, he took out the black lace product, with a little disgust in his snake-like eyes, and threw it directly...
Inside the trash can.
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…
In a dungeon in a certain area in Southeast Asia.
Di Biao could no longer recognize the appearance, and could only see the striking scars on the tiger's claws and the congealed blood scabs all over his body.
He was tied up with iron chains, and he was vomiting blood in his mouth. He couldn't even vomit, he just collapsed on the ground, and blood was pouring out of his mouth.
Di Biao's internal organs had been completely broken into paste and mixed together, but he could not die no matter what.
"sir."
"Please give instructions."
"sir."
He couldn't tell whether it was his hallucination or what it was, and he could always hear vague words.
A week passed, and his stormtroopers did not come to rescue him. He finally recalled the name of that man, that warlord.
I should have chased him and killed him to death at the beginning, but at that time I was so complacent and high-spirited that I just thought he was just a gangster, and even forgot his name within a few days.
It's not that he doesn't care, but that there are too many such people. He sifted through countless people in his mind before they gradually overlapped with that figure.
There were two other people in the dungeon at this time.
Their performance in the fighting arena was unsatisfactory, and due to special circumstances, they were centrally managed in one place and under the highest level of guarding.
"ah……"
Di Wei groaned in pain, the physical pain was meaningless, but now... he had become a coward who could be ravaged by others.
This stain... will accompany him for the rest of his life.
It's so...desperate.
"Hold."
"Dude, you are so fucking miserable."
The infected person who was separated from Di Yi was complaining, and Di Yi might not even be able to recognize Di Yi.
"yes……"
"It's like a Catholic doing a... hand silver."
Di Wei spoke with difficulty, vomited a mouthful of blood, and nodded forcefully, thinking that this was a motto.
The infected person was greatly shocked by this metaphor.
And between the two of them sat a man with very little hair. It was not a shaved head, but hair that grew out after being shaved off. He was wearing gray monk clothes, but they were in tatters.
Sitting cross-legged, eyes closed and never saying a word, he seemed to be a monk.
