After clearing the game, I became the villain BOSS

Late at night, Schenkov finished processing today's work documents and finally got off work.

The weather was not very good in the second half of the night. Dark clouds filled the sky over Crescent City, lightning pierced the night sky, and heavy rain poured down.

Schenkov's hovercar flew in the rain, and the raindrops kept hitting the car body, making a crisp sound.

Looking out of the car window, wind and rain enveloped the car in a curtain of water. Visibility dropped sharply, and the city lights became blurred. Lightning flashes lit up from time to time on the dome, making the surrounding area pale, and then plunged into darkness.

Schenkov's car is a top-level model equipped for government officials. It has been fully designed to withstand extreme weather and can still travel unhindered even in storms.

The commuting route has long been recorded in the system. The driver does not need to do any special processing and relies on the route automatically planned by the system to land steadily on an island in Huxinzhou.

The driver parked the float vehicle into the indoor garage, turned around and said, "Director, we're here, you can take a rest early."

Schenkov nodded, got out of the car and left.

After the float flew away, he looked up at the rainy night and couldn't help but sigh: "It's been raining lately, it must be spring. I don't know when it will rain."

He dragged his exhausted body back home and was going to the kitchen to take out the wine from the refrigerator and have a few drinks, looking forward to finding a moment of relief in the alcohol.

However, before he walked into the living room and turned on the light, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

"Hiss." He sniffed.

Although he has not been on the front line for a long time since entering the city council, his service experience in his youth has not completely faded.

He could smell it, it was blood.

Why does my home smell like blood?

"Boom -" Lightning lit up just outside the window, and thunder filled the room, illuminating everything as bright as day.

At this moment, Schenkov finally saw clearly what was strange in the living room. He felt as if his heart was being pinched heavily by an invisible hand. Cold currents spread down his back, and his hands and feet were instantly cold.

In the center of the front wall of the living room, the little sweet orange he had met on the Internet not long ago has been dead for a long time.

She was nailed to the wall with iron nails pierced through her hands and feet, and she made a very religious gesture of repentance. The dried black blood flowed down the wall and solidified, as if drawing black claws.

A suffocating deathly silence filled the air. Schenkov witnessed the cruel scene before his eyes. No sound came out of his mouth, as if he was being pulled by an invisible thread, strangling all words in his throat.

"Roar" without any warning, a strange low roar sounded from behind, followed by an indescribable sense of oppression.

Schenkov struggled to contain the depression and fear in his heart, gritted his teeth, turned around, and saw the beast in the darkness through the light of lightning that kept lighting up outside the window.

It has a human-like appearance, with gray-black skin and disproportionately strong limbs. It lies on a vertical wall like a gecko. Its split jaw is full of long sharp teeth, and its pupil-less eyes reflect blood. A general scarlet fierce light.

Schenkov's breathing was trembling. He bit the tip of his tongue hard to focus on the pain. He subconsciously wanted to touch the holster on his waist, but he forgot that he was off duty and did not have a gun with him at all.

"Director, if I were you, I would not mess with that "dragon-level mad-level" constructed beast. That thing is difficult even for a "super-limit mid-level" blood code bearer like me to deal with. trouble. "

Suddenly, a young man's casual voice came from the side.

"Ta." With a crisp sound, the light in the living room was turned on.

The sudden bright light made Schenkov's eyes sting. After his vision adapted, he twisted his stiff neck to look, and then he realized that the living room was really "lively".

In addition to the beast lying on the wall, there were seven or eight people around, with cold eyes and an extremely oppressive aura.

It can be seen from the uniforms and badges worn by these people that they are not from the same force.

The Joint Venture Company, the Jagged Alliance, and the Black Domain Group all sent people.

The leader is a young man with yellow hair, wearing the badge of the joint company's "Wildfire Internal Security Force".

He put his hands in his pockets angrily and flicked his tongue to Schenkov: "Director, you know me, Jiang Zihao. Mr. Zhao took me to meet you once before. Just call me Ahao."

Sichenkou looked at Little Tangcheng who was nailed to the wall, his eyes full of resentment and pain, and asked Jiang Zihao and others in a hissing voice: "Why are you doing this?"

Jiang Zihao sighed and said lazily: "Director, didn't I say that you like being a hero so much?"

"It's not enough to give you a special medal and make you a hero for people in the inner city. You also want to be a hero for people in the border areas? Isn't that too greedy?"

Schenkov gritted his teeth and said, "I'm just doing my duty."

"Do your duty, hahahaha!" Jiang Zihao burst out laughing after hearing this, and said to those accompanying him in a joking tone, "Did you hear that? He said he was doing his duty."

"Oh, your duty is that little navel orange. Oh, the little sweet orange bill? I'm going to give you a thumbs up, am I mistaken, are you trying to play rice cooker?"

After Jiang Zihao finished laughing, he changed the topic and his tone became deeper: "There is no one else here, so I won't follow you in circles. Why do you think the superiors let you be the director of this bureau?"

"They want you to safeguard the common interests of the Joint Venture, the Iron-Blooded Alliance, and the Black Domain Group, and not do anything else. You want to be a hero so much, it makes it very difficult for the superiors to handle."

Schenkov stretched out his trembling hands, grabbed Jiang Zihao's collar, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Whatever you want me to do, I will do it. If you don't let me do anything, you can ask me to stop. Why let an innocent person do it?" The child became a victim?!"

Jiang Zihao opened his eyes wide and shrugged, and said in a particularly innocent tone: "Director, you don't think we killed the girl named Xiao Tiancheng, do you?"

"No, that's not right. You were obviously the one who killed her."

"When she was connected to the microphone on the show, you had a chance to save her - as long as you nodded to the director and hung up the connection, nothing would happen."

"She continues to pick up garbage on the border and survives a rough life with plenty to eat. You continue to be the director of your General Public Security Bureau, attracting attention and admiration. You all have a bright future."

"But what happened in the end? Why did she die? Because it was you who pushed her into the public eye, who allowed her to bear the attention that she shouldn't have, and finally got her into a whirlpool and killed her. This is all yours. wrong."

"That's nonsense! You disgusting beasts, you..." Schenkov cursed, and suddenly with a "boom", Jiang Zihao kneed him in the stomach.

Schenkov fell to the ground in pain, clutching his abdomen and vomiting acidic water.

Jiang Zihao put his hands on his waist and sighed: "If you have something to say, say it well and don't curse."

"You have to know that the leaders value you very much, because you are indeed a practical person and very capable. If you had been like Kitahara Hayabusa who jumped into the street and crossed the red line, you would be a corpse now."

"This time, the leaders' meaning is very simple. Since you are a first offender, they will only give you a small warning. They will not kill you or take anything from you."

"You will still be the director of the general bureau from now on, but you just have to stop the previous series of policies. What the Public Security Bureau used to be, must be what it will be in the future."

"As for the things that have happened recently, let us wipe your butt for you."

Schenkov fell to the ground and kept coughing and gasping, and asked in a trembling voice: "What do you want?"

Jiang Zihao shrugged and said casually: "That's it, find some border people to cause explosions and murders in the inner city.

"Find some inner-city people to rush into border immigrant communities and randomly pick up lucky passers-by with guns."

"We will organize some people from the border areas to retaliate against the inner city, and then organize some people from the inner city to retaliate back to the inner city, blah blah blah, etc. Hasn't it been like this for so many years?"

He said these words in a casual tone, as if he was telling what to eat for breakfast tomorrow, but in fact thousands of families will be affected, and their originally beautiful life will be cut short.

But Schenkov, the director of the General Security Bureau, could do nothing. He could only fall to the ground and close his eyes sadly.

Jiang Zihao knelt down and patted Schenkov's shoulder to express comfort, and said sincerely: "Director, let me tell you something from my heart. People sitting in your position can be greedy, but they cannot be ambitious."

"I don't understand. What's the good thing about being a hero? You have to be looked at with a magnifying glass every day, and you will be criticized for the slightest shortcomings. How can you be happy and comfortable as a villain?"

"With your ability, as long as you help us properly, you can get anything if you want money, women, and women? Why do you have to be a hero?"

"If you really want to be a hero, then I will talk to the leader and find an opportunity to give you another special medal. One is not enough, three or five will do. You can become the whole Crescent Moon The person with the most special merits in the history of the city.”

"But, Director, you have to listen to my advice. You can be whatever you want, but don't become the second Alan, otherwise no one can help you or save you."

Su Mo's room on the 88th floor of the Edge Building.

There were piles of empty wine bottles in front of Schenkov. He was already drunk, but he kept pouring wine into his mouth.

Su Mo sat across from him to keep him company. He didn't drink much and just listened silently to his story about his previous experiences.

Schenkov held his forehead and said drunkenly: "Brother, you know, since I entered the city council, I have been a very typical politician. I talk to them in meetings every day, and everything is based on looking at the data on the report. Make a decision."

"But since I was transferred to the Public Security Bureau, because I often visit the grassroots, I have met all kinds of people. The more people I meet, the more terrifying I find the data."

"The data in our hands are just dense numbers, just a group of old men making tea, drinking coffee, patting their heads and doing math games of addition and subtraction."

"But in fact, behind every number, there is a living person. It was from then on that I felt that I could no longer be the same as before, but really wanted to do something."

At this point, Schenkov covered his face with his hands and his voice trembled slightly: "You must have watched this show. Do you know what touched me the most? It was that child who called me a hero."

"Hero. Haha, hero, that's just a bowl of dog food that Zhao Yiming threw to me. When I put on that special medal during the medal ceremony, I didn't even feel like I was a hero."

"But when that child looked at me with clear eyes and said that I was her hero. For a moment, I was really filled with pride."

"I began to ask myself, what can I, the director of the General Administration, do, and whether I can be a real hero."

He tightened his hair tightly, his expression full of pain, and roared unwillingly: "But in the end, I found that not only can I not be a hero. I can't even protect a child who admires me!!!"

Su Mo pursed his lips and comforted softly: "But this is not your fault. You have done your best to do what you can."

Schenkov took a swig of wine, then slammed the bottom of the bottle on the table, and began to laugh evilly: "No, no, no, this is my fault, I made one mistake."

"My fault was that when Zhao Yiming invited me to drink tea, I didn't shoot him in the head!"

"If I give him a shot, that child will not kill his siblings or be poisoned by him. This is all my fault."

Su Mo knew that Schenkov was drunk and started talking nonsense.

He took away the unfinished wine from the table, patted Schenkov on the shoulder and said, "Okay, stop drinking. You drank too much today."

Schenkov couldn't help but take the wine back and continued to pour it into his mouth.

As he drank, his eyes became more confused, and then he burst into tears. He cried and laughed miserably: "Brother, let me tell you, this city is hopeless."

"Not only this city, but the entire world is in danger. As long as those three giant companies are still there, there will be no way for people in this world to survive."

Looking at Schenkov who was crying in grief, Sumer's eyes became profound: "No, you are wrong, it's not true."

"The world is indeed shrouded in the shadow of giants, but there is also fire in the darkness, but the stars are scattered everywhere and not gathered together."

"The more those people want to put out these fires and the less they want them to get together, the more they are afraid of them."

"If you also want to be this fire, don't be afraid of them, don't be defeated by them, be sure to hide yourself and don't die silently in the darkness."

"Hide yourself." Schenkov asked with a sad smile, "Then what? How long will you hide?"

Su Mo looked out the window, with the mottled city lights reflected in his eyes, as if there were flames burning: "Hide it until one day, when a single spark ignites the prairie fire."

"Giant companies think they can control everything, but those people don't know that everything they do will be remembered by history."

"All the sins they have committed will eventually need to be paid for. And I promise you, that day is not far away."