dawn effect

Chapter 19 The Law of the Jungle
Director Wang sighed: "Xiao Yuan, I don't worry about anything else, but we are only a district bureau, and you are only responsible for the security of the district in name. "

"You have to remember one thing. You are not your bastard father. Your power, and my power, are extremely limited."

"The authorization that can be obtained is limited, so what can be done is also limited. What's more, this is the fourth tower? Act more carefully."

"So more often, we can only give others the opportunity to do it legally, but we can't do it ourselves, because...we don't have that ability and power."

"Otherwise, there will be a price to pay, understand?"

"Understood." The young man nodded.

"You're a smart person. In fact, your bastard father is also a smart person, but too..." Wang Ju pursed his lips, and cursed contemptuously, "That egg biter."

After cursing the Shu dialect, Wang Ju seemed to be in a better mood. He turned around and left the smoking area, then turned his head after thinking about it: "In case I guessed wrong... At the critical moment, pull that young man out."

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The layout of the guard's room is actually very simple. It's a big room with a dozen or so wooden beds, and one corner is the public area.

The so-called public area is a washbasin and a toilet.

All facilities are stamped together with the walls and floors of the room and cannot be disassembled.

There was surveillance in the guard's room. When Tangning was sent in, she could tell at a glance that the toilet and washbasin were dead spots for surveillance.

Tang Ning also discovered that the personal information system encountered some kind of blocking and interference, making it impossible to operate.

There are seven or eight other people in the guard room. They are burly and have fierce eyes. It is clear at a glance that they are not good people.

Tang Ning could understand that even if she was a kind person on the outside, it was best to show her bad side as much as possible when entering here.

It's like the warning color on the mutated poisonous beast.

What he couldn't understand was why there was a blind spot in the monitoring here.

So he walked towards that blind spot.

After urinating, she turned on the faucet to wash her hands, and then wiped her face with cold water. From the deformed metal mirror above the faucet, Tangning saw the people standing up behind her.

Tangning turned around and looked at them coldly.

"The kid seems very sensible." The strongest of the group, the bald head who was obviously the leader, said, "He also knows how to save us trouble."

"But you forgot one thing, the trouser legs are not tied tightly, and the shit will leak out after a while."

The gangsters around all laughed lowly.

The bald head was very satisfied with his impromptu humor, and looked at Tangning sarcastically, "It seems that you already understand why you came here."

"Boy, there used to be a Virus Research Institute on the fourth tower floor, but after the fire in Datong Seven Years, the Academy of Sciences withdrew, so in this tower floor, there is no use for being smart, and you can't use it hard, understand?"

The gangsters' smiles became more and more arrogant.

"So you were arranged by Ma Hongmin? Is that why he was beaten to a bone by me, and he didn't want to pursue it?" Tangning also smiled back, just like the kind uncle in the interrogation room just now.

"He was afraid that you guys would know that he was broken by me, so he didn't tell you at all, right?"

The expressions and words were too mismatched, which made the bald man with a fleshy face stunned for a moment.

"Third brother? By you?" The bald man reacted after being stunned, and laughed with the men surrounding this corner: "This kid is a bit interesting. Is he the courage to cheat the inheritance?"

The smile quickly turned into a ferocious one: "However, this kind of gameplay reveals quickly. Brothers, give me..."

Before the word "beat" could be uttered, a fierce fist suddenly appeared in the sight of the bald man, and then his vision darkened, and then a white light seemed to explode in his mind instantly.

"Boom!" With a solid punch, the bald man's left brow bone was blown away.

Before the bald man could scream, Tangning slashed at his thick neck with a knife!
The scream was chopped into his throat by the hand knife. The two-meter-tall, bald man with gnarled muscles fell down on the stainless steel floor stamped with non-slip patterns like a piece of wood that had been cut down suddenly.

The accident happened in the blink of an eye, causing all the strong men around to instinctively jump back a few steps, and before they had time to react, they put on a defensive posture first.

Of course, it was wrong for them to do this. If they rushed forward regardless of their boss, Tangning might not be able to please her.

However, this is the cruelty of the law of the jungle.

After the head wolf is killed, there is a high probability that the wolves will not continue to challenge the strong, but turn around and run away, go to a safe place first, and start fighting in the current team again until a new head wolf is selected.

This place is very special, and you can't escape, but you should always consider your own safety first, and it is always the first choice for ordinary people.

Only an army that has undergone brutal training and fighting can overcome the mistakes brought about by this instinct.

Too bad this group isn't one of them, so they acted on their instincts, then let themselves go and turned the situation into a comical confrontation.

The bald man turned over with difficulty on the ground. His once powerful hands scratched his neck frantically, as if trying to dig a hole.

There was a pair of invisible hands, coldly blocking his breathing and the blood supply to his brain.

Normally, the bald man's hands would easily pinch and break other people's necks, but at this moment he was so powerless, except for scratching red marks on his own neck and chest, it had no effect.

He wanted to shout, to ask for help, his legs kicked the ground indiscriminately, and he even wanted to run away.

It's a pity that there can only be a "Ka-Ka-" sound in the throat, but no breath passes through the vocal cords until the face gradually turns the color of a liver.

The blood on the brow bone flowed into his bulging eyes, dyeing the whites of them red.

Tangning stood beside him coldly, watching him struggling on the ground in vain, as if she was watching a trapped animal that had fallen into her own trap and was about to die.

"The more you struggle like this, the faster you will die." Tangning's words finally rang out in the guard room, accompanied by the sound of the bald man's heels kicking against the non-slip protrusions on the stainless steel floor.

"I told you that your third brother was broken by me. Why didn't you believe me?" Tangning's voice and expression were as cold as the environment here.

"You still have 1 minute, and you can use this 1 minute to decide whether to spend the next 24 hours with me quietly, or to spend 24 hours with me completely coldly."

"Don't worry, your companions, if they dare to call for help, they will end up with you now."

The few remaining men encountered such personal threats, and they were arrogant and domineering on weekdays, but they didn't dare to say a word.

"Would you like to get along with me quietly while your consciousness is still not confused?"

The bald man suddenly reached out, grabbed Tangning's trousers, and nodded with difficulty.

Tangning squatted down, but she didn't save him. Instead, she groped around the bald man's body, and finally pulled out the belt of the bald man's pants.

After groping for a button hidden in the belt, Tangning tried to press it. With a "buzz", the soft front of the belt straightened.

"This thing is dangerous, I'll keep it for you first." Tangning pressed it again, and the belt sagged again.

Wrapping the belt around her hand, she removed the bald man's right hand that was pinching her neck, and Tangning punched him in the neck again.

"Heh—" The bald man's throat finally heard a rough and unpleasant sound of air intake. Accompanied by heavy breathing, he rolled and scrambled towards his companion, dragging a long trail of water behind him.

Only after truly experiencing the painful death just once, can one understand how terrifying this gentle young man is.

The moment he regained his mobility, his first reaction was to run away from that young man.

No matter how ugly the pose is.

The subordinates hurriedly dragged him to the side, and looked at Tangning with horror and resentment.

Tangning didn't care about the group of people at all, walked to the corner on the other side, found a bed, and sat down quietly.

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It was another busy morning. In front of the building of the United Council Office on the No.12 tower floor, there were continuous arrivals of large and small automatic vehicles, and countless people in various uniforms walked into the gate one after another.

A man in his fifties, slightly fat and not tall, wearing a gray trench coat and holding a dilapidated brown briefcase in his right hand, got off an automatic car and walked towards the office.

This person has fair skin, thin hair on his head, equally thin eyebrows, and a round snub nose.

If it wasn't for his small eyes, bright eyes, and friendly smile, people would involuntarily ignore these shortcomings in his appearance, and put them in the serials of ancient times. Standard template for old man supporting roles.

However, the white-collar workers in noble clothes, the soldiers in uniform, or the scientific researchers with elegant faces around them all stood respectfully and nodded when they saw him: "Good morning, Secretary-General."

The little old man also greeted them cheerfully: "Morning, everyone..."

Putting aside his identity and being thrown into the crowd, this little old man would never attract any attention, but the sofa chair in the middle of the joint meeting hall on the fourth floor of this building is his place.

Theoretically, he is the supreme leader of the human territory formed by the settlement of the capital of Shu and the four surrounding satellite cities, as well as the barren towns in between, and the secretary-general of the United Council—Pu Xiuquan.

The guard opened a special passage for him, and Pu Xiuquan didn't have to wait for the security check at the door to enter like other subordinates who work in the building.

Secretary Cao Guangyu was already waiting at the entrance of the passage. When Pu Xiuquan came in, he immediately stepped forward: "Secretary-General, have you read today's agenda?"

"Well, I saw it on the way here, today's meeting, I have to fight in the ring again..."

When they came to the elevator door, Pu Xiuquan pressed the elevator button, and Cao Guangyu stood beside him with his hands folded.

When the elevator door opened, Pu Xiuquan walked in first, and then Cao Guangyu followed.

For things that can be done by yourself, don't let people cheat you out of contribution points. This is what Pu Xiuquan often says.

Therefore, including such trivial matters as pressing the elevator, the secretary dared not do it for him.

Entering the joint meeting hall, Pu Xiuquan took out a rag from the old leather bag, wiped his position, took out a thermos cup to make tea for himself, took out a notebook and a pen in the bag, and then turned on the light curtain , start working.

After a while, other people arrived one after another, gradually sitting in three camps.

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