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Chapter 63 Conflict(2/2)

The infected person of "The Crowd" is different from the "Denier". It only radicalizes other people's thoughts and does not control them completely. It needs an anchor called the "leader" to maintain its operation. It needs a kind of fanaticism.

Thoughts coerce people, and now the people in the conference room are in a transition between fanaticism and sobriety.

At this time, it is time to completely awaken them with an explosion!

Time seemed to be frozen, and one second turned into a century.

Bang--

The gunfire finally rang out and Sophie pulled the trigger. The audience closed their eyes and heard the gunfire and the sound of the speaker falling.

At this moment, the entire conference room fell into a deathly silence. Everyone stared blankly and stood there, their hearts beating extremely fast, and their minds were filled with sounds of confusion and fear.

It was not only the audience who was stunned, but also Sophie herself. She stared blankly at Rockefeller who fell to the ground on the podium. The clothes on his chest were filled with blooming flowers of blood. He fell to the ground with wide eyes.

In a pool of blood.

"How could..."

He clearly said he would not die!!!

Sophie dropped her hand and ran to Rockefeller's side anxiously.

On the other side, Mr. Hilton's expression was as ugly as if he had eaten shit. This dramatic and funny scene completely tore through the veil of the "rabble". His alone maintenance no longer worked. Now he only

Neng and other slaves frantically maintained the gradually collapsing network, and his master also appeared at this time.

A lady with a cold temperament floated above the podium in the conference room.

She was wearing a long black dress with smooth lines that highlighted her perfect figure. Her straight black hair was flying and spread on her shoulders, shimmering with silver light.

Sister Yu's facial features are sharp and angular, and her eyebrows exude a unique temperament, which makes people involuntarily feel awe. Her eyes are deep and cold, revealing inviolable determination and perseverance, as if she can see through people's hearts and hide everything about them.

Does not leak.

Her aura is unique and powerful, making it impossible to ignore her presence, as if you can feel an unfathomable power when you are around her.

At this time, Artiwick's eyes were coldly staring at the position where Sophie fired, where her enemy finally stopped being secretive.

A handsome young man with blond hair and golden eyes stood there, wearing a black windbreaker that clung to his muscular body, with a high collar, and looked very handsome. He wore a neat white shirt underneath, which made his skin

Make it even brighter.

And he wears a black top hat on his head, which adds a bit of mystery to him.

"Just as she seeks to rule, so she is ruled."

The blond young man smiled and picked up the discarded Glock pistol, while Artivik kept staring at him.

Looking at Ativik who had been watching him, Xia Xiu raised the Glock in his hand and introduced to her with a smile:

"This pistol is an art installation I made. I named it [Unkillable Prank]. The gun is as its name suggests. It really can't kill people. The blood is all fake. That guy Rockefeller acted there.

, Tsk, this guy is still enjoying the girl’s knee pillow.”

Looking at the blond young man who seemed to be introducing his favorite works to his friends, [Ruler] was speechless.

Looking at Ativik who was silent, Xia Xiu continued to smile and said:

"Three men, four women, seven spare tires."

The blond young man took off his top hat and gave a gentleman's salute to [Reign].

"Beautiful Ms. Ativik, may I ask, do you want a dignified death, or..."

Bang--

A bullet shot at Xia Xiu and passed through his head like a mold.

"Harm~, you made a very irrational choice."
Chapter completed!
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