Chapter 230: Why is Your Majesty Fighting Evil Monthly Ticket)
Bright red blood oozed from the man's eyebrows. He looked at He Ao in disbelief, leaned forward, and fell to the ground.
He Ao glanced at the dark pistol in his hand and put it in his arms.
He got this gun from the homeless man in the morning. The reason why he didn't throw it back like before, but put it in his pocket, was because he saw the emblem of the city of stars on the bottom of the gun handle.
This is the emblem of Nolanka Group, and everything marked with this emblem is the fixed property of Nolanka Group.
Because the Nolanka Group is very strict about fixed assets and the quality is generally good, items with the Nolanka Group emblem are very popular in the market in Kaya City.
The Nolanka Group sometimes disposes of fixed properties that have expired, or some redundant properties, but when the Nolanka Group officials sell these properties, they will use a special destruction stamp to destroy the emblem.
As for the gun that He Ao got from the homeless man, the emblem under the handle of the gun was not destroyed, which proves that theoretically, this gun should be in a warehouse of the Nolanka Group, or a security guard
In the hands of people, not in the hands of a homeless person.
Therefore, when Ho Ao obtained this gun, he did not rob the homeless man's property, but only recovered the legal property of his business.
While putting away the gun, He Ao's eyes fell on the gun in the man's hand. This gun looked somewhat similar to the gun he was holding.
He walked around the table, walked to the man's body, and picked up the pistol in his hand.
There is also a city of stars emblem on the bottom of this pistol.
Not destroyed.
The moment he saw this emblem, He Ao paused.
A homeless man got a gun that originally belonged to the Nolanka Group. It can also be explained that a staff member accidentally dropped it and the homeless man picked it up.
But the boss of a TV station also holds the same gun in his hand. Such a huge gap in living environment between the two cannot be explained by negligence.
Ho threw the gun back.
At this moment, rapid footsteps stopped at the door.
The person outside tried to open the door, but failed. Then he quickly walked to the window and climbed in through the broken window.
"Mr. Vian?"
As soon as Jie Lang landed, he saw He Ao slowly getting up. Then he lowered his head and looked at the body on the ground.
At this moment, the blood on the ground was already flowing to He Ao's feet.
He Ao took two steps back, picked up the camera on the table, copied the video inside to the bracelet, and then threw it to Jie Lang.
"He wanted to kill me. I was in self-defense and recorded it all."
Jie Lang:?
He glanced at the body on the ground, turned on the video recorder, and clicked on the video he had just recorded.
The video is not long, and Jie Lang quickly found the clip he wanted.
In that clip, the man pointed a gun at He Ao from behind. When he was about to pull the trigger, He Ao suddenly pulled out the gun and shot the man between the eyebrows.
At this moment, He Ao had already carried the silver-gray metal box and climbed out of the broken window.
"Why are you here!?"
Watching He Ao leave, Jie Lang quickly closed the video recorder, leaned against the window and asked.
"This office building is the property of Nolanka Group,"
He Ao waved his hand, "My own industry is in danger, so I came over to check it out. If you have any questions, you can contact my lawyer."
As he spoke, his figure gradually disappeared into the ruins of the corridor.
Jie Lang glanced at the corpse on the ground and sighed slightly.
——
Lina rubbed her messy hair and walked out of the luxurious office building in a daze.
In order to plan and organize this show, she has not slept for three days.
Her face looked very haggard, with sunken eye sockets and two thick black circles covering her bloodshot eyes.
The warm sunshine shone on her body, causing her to take two steps back subconsciously.
After a few seconds of adaptation, she was able to stand naturally in the bright sunshine.
Behind her were two tall security guards, blocking the door and watching her.
At this moment, she suddenly felt a little funny.
These security guards themselves were hired to be responsible for security. They were so tall, but they could not play any role in times of danger. They were only instructed by the boss to drive away this frail woman.
The two security guards also noticed Lina's gaze, and they turned their heads away from looking into Lina's eyes.
But what's wrong with these security guards?
Lina withdrew her gaze.
They are just following the boss's orders.
If they are unwilling to comply, they will be fired like themselves and lose the jobs they rely on to survive.
Lina walked around the tall office building in confusion.
For a long time before today, she thought she had seen enough of the darkness of this world.
In order to work and make money, she can lower her moral bottom line low enough.
She can, at the request of her boss, create a program full of deception for the sake of traffic.
She could also calmly accept the fact that she had to spend three days and three nights without sleep for this plan.
She thought her bottom line was low enough, but what her boss did today completely broke through her bottom line.
She couldn't understand why she could unscrupulously destroy other people's reputations and lives just for the sake of traffic and making money.
She doesn't like Jett.
This host is annoying and likes to be sarcastic. His words often reveal discrimination against people like her who have climbed up from the bottom.
But this should not be the reason why he is put in the eyes of millions of people, laughed at, and teased.
What's more, these ridicules and jokes are just to make the boss make more money.
Would the boss himself be willing to put a video of him crying in pain online to attract traffic?
Why should he use other people's reputation to make money?
Jett's experience made her extremely sad.
An explosion sounded above Lina's head.
She looked up and saw black smoke pouring along the wall.
That must have been a bomb going off.
The distance was too far and she couldn't see clearly where the explosion occurred.
She lowered her head and continued walking along the wall of the office building.
She suddenly felt that she was incompatible with this world. She could not break through the final bottom line, or she could remain silent and treat everything as if she had not seen it.
Perhaps, she is not suitable for this industry.
At this moment, she felt a black shadow fall from the sky and fall in front of her.
Bright red blood splashed all over her face.
Her brain lost the ability to think in an instant.
She stared blankly at the very familiar figure covered in blood in front of her.
host jett
The only thought in her mind at the moment was...
Jett is dead.
This venomous host seemed to have committed suicide by jumping off a building.
The worst outcome she expected happened.
She wanted to cry, but she just retched twice without crying.
Jet is dead, will she be next?
Putting herself in Jet's shoes and being seen at her worst by millions of people, could she have kept herself from committing suicide?
She can't do it.
She only felt deep fear.
What the boss sacrifices is not their reputation, but their life and reputation.
She has no control over this.
Even if she leaves this company and goes to the next one, she is not sure whether she will become a victim of her boss's profits when she knows nothing about it, just like Jet.
Her life and death are not in her own hands.
"Fear, anger, resentment,"
A low voice sounded in her ears,
"Afraid that one day my life will no longer belong to me, afraid of being fooled like a clown, afraid of being ruthlessly abandoned in the end after working hard, why the world has become like this, and why has my life become the 'cost' for others to make money.
"
This voice was like a devil's whisper, bewitching her soul,
"Do you want to change this world? Do you want to change everything that is twisted? Even if it is just a mantis trying to drive a chariot, even if it is just fighting like a wild beast before it dies?"
A cold business card was placed in her hand, "If you figure it out, you can come here to find me."
It wasn't until this moment that Lina came back to her senses. She turned her head and looked behind her.
I saw only a tall man carrying a silver-gray box getting into a dark car.
She lowered her head and looked at the business card in her hand.
[Vian Nolanka]
[Chairman of the Board of Directors of Nolanka Group]
