I swallowed and killed gods in a strange world

Chapter 231 Dongliang Group
"The death list." Makino looked in the direction Jing Xiran pointed.

In this small block with a black headline.

The first to bear the brunt is the photo of Bian Zhengxin.

Looking at Zhengxin's smiling expression in the photo, Makino's eyes immediately dimmed.

And under Bian Zhengxin's photo is the one-inch ID photo he submitted when he joined the security department.

Unlike the photos of other people on the death list, the slightly casual clothes on Makino are particularly obvious in contrast to the serious uniforms of other people.

"Makino, the deputy head of the Nanjiang City Guard Department. Repelled the fifth-level strange fog with one person's strength, and cooperated with the members of the guard department to repel the sixth-level strange fog that descended on Nanjiang City. He died before dawn when the strange fog receded. He was 21 years old. Eight months and a half."

Carefully reading the last resume he left in the Nanjiang City Guard Department, Makino looked slightly embarrassed.

"I'm so old now, can you tell it's me?"

"It's really you?" Jing Xiran's hand holding the chair trembled slightly.

"I just feel a little like it, and uncle, you are also from Nanjiang City."

Makino's expression froze, with a helpless expression on his face.

"Give me this newspaper." Makino said in a deep voice, carefully folded the newspaper and put it in his hand.

Jing Xiran nodded silently, then sat down across from Muye again.

Looking carefully at Makino's old face, she couldn't help but feel sad: "What did you go through to become what you are now?"

"Uncle, is your physical condition what you said to solve?" Jing Xiran asked cautiously thinking of the reason why Makino went to Dawn Church with him.

"Basically." Makino took a bite of the noodles with his chopsticks.

"So uncle, you didn't escape from Nanjiang City, but you left Nanjiang City after repelling the sixth-level strange fog?"

"This is all in the past." Makino didn't want to talk about what happened in Nanjiang City and interrupted the topic directly.

Jing Xiran pursed her lips, and tentatively asked: "Since you are not dead, uncle, why didn't you leave with the army? Your illustrious military exploits will at least make you worry-free for the rest of your life."

That is a sixth-level strange fog, I heard that it has not appeared for decades."

"It might be a vortex for me over there." Makino said in a deep voice, "Don't inquire about my affairs. Knowing too much is not a good thing for you."

"Okay." Jing Xiran said solemnly, all kinds of bizarre stories flashed in his mind.

For example, there was an irreconcilable conflict between Muye and the federal government, but Muye resolutely stayed to save Nanjiang City for the sake of the people. After he retired, he wandered to Dongxing City alone.

She even figured out that Mu Ye was a member of the rebel army, feigned death and came to Dongxing City with a major mission.

Under the gaze of Jing Xiran's glowing eyes, Makino bit the bullet and finished the noodles.

After putting down the bowls and chopsticks, Makino turned his thoughts slightly and asked in doubt: "How do you remember my appearance in so many photos?"

"Ah, here," Jing Xiran seemed hesitant when Makino asked a slightly sensitive question, "I see that your grade is only 21, so young, you have the strength to repel the fifth level of mist alone, so It's a pity that someone with a promising future died like this."

"And he's a bit good-looking." Jing Xiran added with a smile.

"So I'm only 21 and you call me uncle?" Makino teased.

"Then what should I call you, brother?" Jing Xiran sweetly called "brother".

Makino suddenly felt a chill, and after waving his hands, he looked solemn: "I don't want others to know that I'm still alive."

"I understand." Jing Xiran patted his shriveled chest.

"I still have some eyesight, and I have to ask my uncle to take me out of this city."

"Well, I've made a note of this." Makino put away the newspaper he had at hand, got up and prepared to enter the house.

When he turned the handle of the door of the room, Jing Xiran suddenly stood up and called out to Muye: "Muye, if you have any unhappy things, you can tell me about it, it will become more and more uncomfortable if you hold it alone. "

Makino nodded, turned the doorknob and entered the room.

Silently watching Muye close the door, Jing Xiran unconsciously smiled and began to clean up the dishes on the table.

Jing Xiran was in a happy mood at the moment, shaking his head and humming a little tune, carrying the bowls and chopsticks into the kitchen and began to tidy up.

Early the next morning.

Under the Dongliang Group Building in the center of the wealthy district of Dongxing City.

A thick black car with a slightly elongated body slowly drove into the square of the building.

The moment the black car stopped under the square, the originally noisy square suddenly became silent.

The security guards responsible for the security of the building and some bodyguards in black uniforms surrounded them one after another.

"Bang!" With a soft sound, the rear door of the black car slowly opened.

A tall, bookish middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes stepped out of the car.

Reaching out to straighten his glasses on the bridge of his nose, the middle-aged man looked up at the building and its eye-catching red signboard.

"Send last year's financial report to my office before ten o'clock." The middle-aged man gently opened his lips and said to the female secretary who was waiting beside him in a professional suit with half-framed eyes on her face.

"Okay." The female secretary nodded and asked softly, "Is the financial report meeting originally scheduled for [-] pm held as scheduled?"

"Well, I'll be at the company all day today." The middle-aged man raised his feet and walked towards the dedicated passage on the side of the building.

As his footsteps moved lightly, the bodyguards and entourage surrounded by him followed the middle-aged man like a shadow.

In the dedicated passage, the elevator exclusively for middle-aged men has long been waiting at the elevator entrance and opened.

After the middle-aged man entered the elevator, except for the accompanying bodyguards who followed him into the elevator, the rest of the people stopped in front of the elevator door.

The elevator reached the top floor, and the middle-aged man stepped out of the elevator first.

Glancing at the closed office door, the middle-aged man took out the door key from his pocket.

Standing in front of the gate, the middle-aged man took out the key and inserted it into the keyhole, and at the same time turned the dial on the door that looked like a combination of a safe.

The heavy office door can almost be regarded as the door of bank security level.

As soon as he entered the office, the middle-aged man noticed something strange and looked at the desk intently. A piece of white paper was pressed under the pen.

Before he had time to think about anything, the middle-aged man walked to the desk in a hurry.

When he saw the content on the paper, his expression changed suddenly, especially when he saw the somewhat awkward circular picture at the inscription, the expression of the middle-aged man suddenly changed drastically.

With his bodyguard on his back, the middle-aged man quickly crumpled the director into a ball.

The middle-aged man turned around and said to his bodyguard with a serious expression: "You go out first, no one is allowed to step into the top floor without my instructions."

(End of this chapter)