Sister is missing, black technology slaughters all races

Chapter 32 It is better to kill someone by mistake than to miss someone.

The breeze gently lifted the curtains, bringing in a hint of sunlight, which shone on Lin Chen's stern face, adding a bit of mystery and aloofness.

Raise the glass and shake it gently, the scarlet wine leaves an alluring ripple on the wall of the glass.

Just like the waves in his heart at this moment, although not visible, it contains deep meaning.

Looking down, wherever you look, tall buildings stand like stars, creating a colorful urban picture.

however.

In this harmonious scene, the clone No. 1 that Lin Chen currently controls possesses the eyesight of a fourth-generation super soldier.

However, through the chaotic light and shadow, one can clearly identify a dazzling red spot on the ground, which is quietly concealed by the terrifying height.

There were more than 5,000 stupid and greedy people who paid the price of their lives because of a momentary lapse of judgment, leaving only this small and sad mark in the world.

Seeing the result of this killing, Lin Chen did not feel the slightest regret about it, nor did he take it to heart.

When that group of ignorant people were deceived by rumors and blinded by greed and evil thoughts.

And when they come in droves, speaking evil words.

They are digging their own graves and are destined to bear the cruel consequences.

In fact, it's not just these blind followers.

Those keyboard warriors who are arrogant and self-important in the online world will eventually not escape the fate of being liquidated.

When you send a malicious message, you are already on the Protoss' death blacklist.

Lin Chen has always disdainful empty verbal sparring.

In his opinion, verbal abuse is the most powerless way of resistance in the world, and action is the only real solution.

Why waste time talking about a problem that can be solved with lightning speed?
Instead of wasting time in the vortex of verbal arguments, it is better to skip this lengthy process and get straight to the core of "physical persuasion."

As long as all dissenting voices are completely eliminated and the world returns to silence, no one will dare to comment anymore.

At a certain deep level of cognition, Lin Chen shares similar ideas with those aristocratic families and the chaebols.

The common people are like insignificant ants, at the mercy of fate.

However, in comparison, Lin Chen's attitude is more radical and resolute.

In his eyes, there is only one person in this vast world who can stand on the same level and look down on the entire world.

That is my elder sister Lin Xinglan.

Apart from this, no matter whether it is the wealthy families or the ordinary people, they have all been reduced to background figures without exception.

Just like NPCs in virtual games, they live their lives according to a set program.

It doesn't matter and can't cause any ripples in my heart.

Lin Chen created a series of subversive black technologies with his extraordinary insight, but in his hands, they are treasures that will revolutionize the world.

Instead, it is a cold tool to achieve various goals, cold, hard and efficient.

They exist only to serve.

The only warm time I spent with my sister is the softest bond in the depths of my heart.

It is also the only warm and caring place in this cold "game" world.

Those days of dependence on each other, those moments of laughter.

Like stars lighting up the lonely heart, giving the remaining warmth to humanity.

The same is also the increasingly serious emotional anchor point of Lin Chen’s extremely rational thinking.

But unfortunately, things are unpredictable. This precious emotional bond, the emotional anchor that connects him to the world, ultimately failed to withstand the cruel impact of reality.

Being torn apart mercilessly and cut off in cold blood.

The beauty of the past is now only fragmented memories.

Like a broken mirror, it reflected the boundless desolation and coldness in Lin Chen's heart.

At this moment, the warmth of the past turned into embers in the cold wind and drifted away with the wind. Only Lin Chen was left alone in this lonely world game, staring indifferently at the "ants" around him, continuing the extreme and indifferent journey of the next stage of his life.

Time is ruthless and things are changing.

Just as Lin Chen's thoughts were wandering, the scene on the ground had already undergone subtle changes.

More than 500 clone workers in uniform worked as efficiently as precision machinery and quickly wiped out the bloody traces.

Everyone had a blank expression on their face and their movements were in unison, as if they were not performing any cleaning tasks.

Rather, it is a cruel and indifferent ritual that seems to be announcing the disappearance of the old order and the advent of a new order.

At this moment, Lin Chen stood quietly looking down at all this, with the corners of his lips slightly raised.

The red wine swayed in the glass, appearing more and more blood-red, reflecting the indifference and rationality in his eyes.

The weak eat the strong, the fittest survive.

After a moment, he raised his head and continued to look at the sky. His deep gaze seemed to see through the space and see some arrogant and presumptuous person coming.

At this moment, Xing Ling appeared not far away again in the form of a two-dimensional white-haired loli projection.

A moment later, he reported the progress rigorously in a voice as clear as a silver bell.

"Master, after preliminary screening, we have initially identified 148 forces involved in Ms. Lin Xinglan's disappearance. Among them, the suspicion levels are as follows from highest to lowest..."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Chen's face turned cold and his eyes contained murderous intent. He waved his arm to interrupt without hesitation.

“No need to elaborate on the sorting!”

"It is better to kill someone by mistake than to miss someone."

"Any force that has anything to do with this matter!"

"No matter what your status, whether you are close or distant, whether you are male or female, old or young..."

"They are all included in the death reckoning list!"

"Wait for my order, and kill them all!"

After a brief pause, Lin Chen continued to give orders in a grim tone.

"There are also those keyboard saints hiding on the Internet who like to criticize and denounce others, and who stand on the moral high ground and make long speeches. We must not tolerate them either."

"Those who use fictional words to fan the flames of reality also deserve to die."

"Put them on the death list, and kill them all, along with those people before!"

Hearing this, Xing Ling nodded slightly.

In an instant, endless black codes surged from the depths of the white eyes as pure as the bright moon.

Like a meteor streaking through the night sky, it quickly shuttles through and interweaves into a deep ocean of numbers.

Like a death note, the reckoning list quietly opens, like a gloomy altar accepting new sacrifices.

Vivid names, along with grim traces, are imprinted on it, as if the judgment of fate is ruthlessly engraved.

These names do not exist in isolation, but are accompanied by various corresponding information.

Height, weight, even living habits, places frequented...

All clues related to individual characteristics are recorded in detail.

Like a series of three-dimensional portraits, they are presented vividly.

If the people behind these names were lucky enough to take a peek at this mysterious list.

I am afraid that I will be shocked by the bone-deep chill symbolized by those messages.

In an instant, you will feel a chill down your spine and feel uneasy.

Those words seemed to carry the cold gaze of a prying eye, exposing every detail of their lives without omission.

(End of this chapter)