"Brother, are you injured?" Vodka walked in from outside the house and saw Qin's face was very bad.

"It's okay to be injured, but he's coming." Qin Bing said coldly, putting down her cell phone with her right hand, and not even looking at the vodka.

"He? Is he?" Vodka asked carefully. Didn't he talk to the boss just now? Why is there such anger?

Humph, I said that because I was injured, I asked that person to take a slap. Even if I was injured, I would definitely be stronger than him. Flames were about to emerge from Qin's eyes. What is the point of that kind of madman that can be compared with me.

"Vodka, are you blaming me in your heart?" Qin asked suddenly.

"Ah? Why can't brother?" Vodka said guiltily.

"What happened yesterday." Qin said slowly: "Didn't you blame me for letting you rush out and drive?"

"How could it be?" Voltqiang smiled and said a lie he didn't believe in: "Brother is protecting me behind my back."

"In that case, the probability of your survival is very low, and you have a high chance of dying." Qin said: "Of course, I will die too. In that case, you may die if you go. If you don't go, you will die."

"Is that?" Vodka whispered, apparently he didn't care about Qin's words.

"How many years have you been in the organization? If you fall into the hands of the police, you should know what your fate will be." Qin slapped a basin of cold water on Vodka's head and feet: "The police will not do anything to you, but when you lose the value of use, the organization will ensure that the secret is not leaked..."

When he heard Qin say this, Vodka was indeed sweating. Of course, he knew many secrets of the organization, and what he knew was more about the organization's killing methods and the darkness that relatives did not recognize. He could only live under the control of the organization. Once he left the organization, or once the organization believed that he could no longer control him, then all he had to do was destroy.

"If you lose your value, you will die." Qin murmured softly, then turned her head and looked at Vodka's eyes: "Vodka, can you do something for me?"

"Brother, tell me, I will definitely do it." Vodka nodded without hesitation.

"Help me stare at him." Qin said word by word: "Tell me what he has done."

"He? Who is he?"

"He? He is just a lunatic who delusionally wants to live in a new world where only he and his dog can survive. You will see him soon."

The "he" in Qin's mouth was walking out of the taxi under the building where Qin was. He was a tall white man with light skin limbs, soft and wavy hair, narrow nose and high bulge, thin lips, straight jaws, and clear facial contours.

After getting off the taxi, I first used the note in my hand to compare the building in front of me, and then turned around. I said to the taxi driver in a little stiff Japanese, "Thank you very much."

Watching the taxi leave, the white man climbed the steps and looked at the streets on both sides and the crowds passing by on the road below the building.

Japan? A new environment. I hope that people here can feel my feelings and create and share the wonderful things that make people tremble... New World!!!

"I am the newly hired pharmacist of your company. This is my letter of proof. Which floor do you want to report?" After entering the office building, the white man asked softly. His handsome face and the gentle voice formed a unique charm even his stiff pronunciation.

There are too many unpleasant things in this world, so people can live without restraint, without any oppression, without any hunger, everyone is kind, and will not inflict any pain with others. The new world is the most beautiful.

But in order to achieve the wish of a new world, those high-ranking officials who hold the power given by the people, cops who make lies everywhere with guns and fabricate lies to cover up the truth, ingest wealth as a vampire, hiding in dark corners and stealing clubs that abuse violence, chatting all day long and always be petty housewives who like to take advantage of small gains, dressing up and wasting all their time on makeup and seducing men's socialites who have no contribution to society, and being bullied by others who dare not speak out but are eager to seek protection...

These are dirty and unclean humans, they need to be purified. For the beautiful new world, they all want to die!!!

The elevator stopped on the seventh floor. As the elevator door slowly opened, more and more light came through and imprinted on the bright eyes of the white man. His eyes seemed to emit a bright light.

"Hello, I am Murakami, the human resources manager of Mitsui Pharmaceuticals." A middle-aged man with a fat man came in and greeted with a happy smile when he saw the white man coming in: "Welcome to you."

"Thank you, I am Smino who is coming here to work today. This is my letter of proof, please check it out." After the white Smino shook hands, he took out a letter very seriously.

"No need." Murakami said with a smile: "I have heard Mr. Kotori say that you can't be wrong with being Mr. Smino."

"No, it's better to ask you to take a look." Smino put the letter on his desk.

"Everyone said it's not necessary." Murakami was still laughing.

"Bang!" Smino slapped the table hard, staring at Murakami's eyes and said word by word: "I want, you, look! Stupid humans, why can't you do what I want? People like you are not worthy of living in the new world, and you really want to kill you!"

"Ah~Ah~" Murakami almost spread his vicious eyes to Smino, and he hurriedly opened the letter and began to look at the letter meticulously.

"Have you finished reading?" Smino's voice eased.

"Look, I'm done." Murakami's forehead was shaking off with sweat.

"No word?"

"No word."

"Please give it back to me," Smino's voice softened again.

Murakami was about to hand it over, but when he saw that Smino had changed his face again, he immediately put the letter of proof back into the envelope and handed it to Smino with respect in his hands.

Well, this person is still saved. Smino nodded slightly, but glanced under his eyes and saw the side of the envelope that Murakami accidentally tore a little open in panic. He immediately changed his face again.

"Stupid!!" Smino kneaded the envelope into a ball: "Why is it destroyed in your hands? Why can't the world be as I think!! You deserve to die!!!"

New World! New World! I can’t wait for the arrival of the new world, the same new world in my dream!
Chapter completed!