Heroic Death System

Recently, news clerks discovered that their president looked like a demonic horseshoe lotus, full of spring breeze, refreshing, shrinking the number of eye kills from double digits to single digits, almost making people cry with joy.

Wen Jingjun sat at his desk and missed his cocoa as he put on a playpen. Ever since Coco promised to go out with him, he hasn't insisted on tying him around. It's a little uncomfortable, but it's the first step in mutual trust, and he doesn't want to screw it up. Fortunately, Coco didn't disappoint him, and he was seen every day when he came home. Advance notice will also be given if there is anything else.

The only regret is that Coco has always been reluctant to tell him his identity, but that's okay, he has patience.

“Sniffer, Mr. Keung Wei's visiting.” The secretary's voice came from the inside.

“Invite him in.” Smell Jingrong converge his mind and put the pen in his hand aside.

Soon after, Berlin walked into the office under the guidance of his secretary.

Wen Jingrong knew that his visit today was necessarily for the cooperation plan of Qingwei last time. He had a plan in mind, but his face did not show a trace.

After a few cold sentences, Berlin did mention the intention to cooperate and asked why Jingjun had refused.

"Qingwei is a promising company with a good domestic reputation, but it's not just domestic. I have carefully investigated that your level of technology and engineering has not yet met the criteria for the development of the island. Even with my financial support, it will be difficult to catch up with other large companies in the short term and the bidding success rate will be modest. ”

Berlin hastily said, "Mr. Smell, with your support, I'm sure we can get some big projects. As far as technology is concerned, talent can be recruited nationwide and high-end technical teams can be reconstituted. Although it is a bit of a rush, it may not necessarily be able to meet expectations. ”

“I wouldn't even consider venture capital with success rates below 80%, let alone 60%," he said indifferently. ”

While taking two projects in his influence is not a problem, there are too many problems to be solved in the later stages. Delaying the construction period or the quality of the project will seriously affect the reputation of the company. A Qingwei is not yet qualified to risk his reputation.

Berlin was anxious to fight, but with the unquestionable stare of Jing Jing Jun, he beat the drum out of the house. Without the funds and influence of the press, it was almost impossible for them to take over the project. Why did Jingrong change his attitude in a few days when he clearly intended to cooperate at the party?

“Since the smell always has its own considerations, then Qingwei can only express regret.” Berlin turned his head and smiled, "Mr. Smell, can I buy you dinner tonight? President Ge will go too. ”

In fact, he didn't ask Gwen Joon Xuan at all, he just wanted to use his name to ask for Jing Jun.

Jingjun was about to say no, and the phone suddenly rang, and the name on the screen was -- my dear Coco.

The original cold expression of Jingrong immediately softened, connecting the channel: “Coco, what is it? ”

“I'm ready for lunch. Do you need me to prepare you a lunch box?” The one across the phone asked softly. There's delicious food in the house, fire - hot lover, so don't let the flowers and plants outside hook you up ~ ~

“Absolutely not.” The warmth in Jingrong's eyes is spilling out, and Berlin's dark heart is frightened. It's just a second to change his face, okay!

After finishing the call, Jingjun smelled the usual cold and said to Berlin: “I'm sorry, I have work to do at night, I'll see you next time. ”

Berlin clenched his fist and a glimmer of gloom flashed in his eyes. “In that case, I won't bother you. ”

Leaving Wenshang, Berlin was absolutely disgusted with the man named “Shanko”, destroying his good deeds at critical times every time!

Just now in the office, you can see how upset Berlin is. Thanks to his blessing, he actually added a little bravery from him. He could not absorb Brah after leaving Jingjung, but if the people near Jingjung had enough Brah, he could also absorb it.

However, unfortunately, most people are not brazen under normal conditions, even if they do, they will be purified by the scenic light, so they can only stay hungry for a long time, and only recently maintain their human form when they smell the scenic light home at night. Seeing Berlin's intentions were wrong, he made a phone call to Wen Jingjun.

Since he promised to send Lunch Box to Wen Jingrong, he had to sneak home with his body.

As Jingrong was preparing to sign the document at noon, he discovered that his magic pen had mysteriously disappeared again. He only used it a while ago, so it must have disappeared in the office. But no one has been in his office all morning except a few directors of the company and Berlin. Who among these people would touch his pen?

I am listening to Jingrong contemplation room and can bring lunch box to the company.

Jingrong whispered about it with a laugh of comfort: "It's okay, he's yours and won't leave you behind. ”

Jingrong suddenly came to him and whispered, “What about you? Will you leave me and run away? ”

“Depends.” He could lean back and avoid direct exposure to his bliss.

With a slightly dim eye, he thought he hadn't fully accepted himself, and was somewhat disappointed.

“Stay with me this afternoon, I'll leave early and take you out for a walk. ”

“Okay.”

Jean-Claude stayed in Jingrong's lounge in the afternoon, turned on computers to compile information on the unemployed, about 1,500 people, and if the number of people finally eliminated from training was within 500, if his mission goal was reached, the rest would be how to die.

The so-called difficult world takes several forms. First, the living environment is difficult and it is always possible to die before the task is completed; second, the identity is dark and too many sins need to be cleansed; and third, the content of the task has nothing to do with dying. In the second world, for example, the task released by the system is to give a direct clearance strategy, which is to donate the heart. And the world he's going through is a world where the task is to solve the unemployment problem of a thousand people, which has nothing to do with dying. He has to look for the opportunity to die himself, and he has to die "heroically”. The seemingly simple task is not easy to accomplish.

If you can be harsh enough, choosing to “die” in the hands of Jingrong and use your own life to find an opportunity for that thousand people to escape from their plight would also be at the expense of my “heroism”. As the protagonist of the world, Wen Jingjun is lucky enough to work under his command, so long as he performs due diligence, he can guarantee food and clothing.

But he doesn't want to do it yet, he would rather kill himself than hear Jing Jung carry his guilt of “killing” him.

So, shouldn't he make an enemy of himself? Like Berlin?

However, before an enemy campaign had been launched, someone could not hold back and offered him heroic values.

Berlin has been secretly sending people to follow Jingjun's movements in order to find an opportunity to approach him and inadvertently discovered that Jingjun was recently preparing a hand-working workshop. This kind of hand-working workshop was not worth so much effort. Later, it was learned that it was built for Sangkou that Berlin suddenly realized, and at the same time had to be made even more embarrassing.

Billions of projects he didn't care about, but tens of millions of pediatrics let him personally, as a lucrative businessman, was he lost in love?

Berlin invited Jingrong several times, and he refused. After ascertaining that the cooperation was hopeless, Berlin decided to take offense for herself.

He called a friend on the hack-and-mouth: "Hung? I'm Berlin, um... I'd like to ask you a favor... don't worry, money is not a problem..."

Half a month later, the renovation of the hand workshop suddenly caught fire, and Jingrong was working overtime at the company. After hearing the news, he drove over immediately. Jean-Claude first arrived at the scene of the fire because he was aware of the opportunity to die.

Forty or fifty people stayed early in the factory building in charge of cleaning and caring for the equipment. When the fire occurred, they were resting in their room, and the alarm bell was touched until the fire surrounded the factory building and they found the danger, but it was too late.

By the time they arrived, there were a lot of people outside the factory who watched the bustle. He used his powers to probe, and a dozen others were trapped inside. Needless to say, in the appalling eyes of the people, rushed into the fire.

Guys, hang in there. Here comes the dead hero!

It is now the Spirit Body, fearless of fire, but protecting others from burning requires a lot of magic. He also fought to accomplish his mission!

A few minutes later, a wet man could wash out of the fire behind his back. Quickly put down the man, wait for everyone to react, and turn around and rush into the fire.

The fire burned wildly, and the hot waves swept in, making the surrounding audience feel burning, but it was like a messenger of fire, traveling through the fire without fear, maintaining a speed of three minutes at which to rescue the trapped. The shadow of the fire leaves a glaring glow in the red world.

Everyone took out their phones and took this stunning picture as a perpetual photo shoot.

When it was still possible to rush into the fire for the third time, the smell and fire arrived almost at the same time. As soon as I got off the bus, I heard people talking excitedly about someone's hero story. He didn't care until he saw a familiar figure in a burning fire...

“Cocoa!” Jingrong can hardly believe his eyes. Is that man in the flame his cocoa?

When Jingrong's brain was blank, he thought and didn't want to rush in, and was stopped by the firefighters around him.

But how agile Jingrong was, several firefighters couldn't stop him. He broke loose in the blink of an eye and watched him rush into the fire with alarm.

A firefighter reacted quickly, picking up the hose and spraying it onto Jingrong.

“What are you rushing in for?” Jean can stare at this desperate man in front of him.

Jingrong is even more angry: you've come to play with your life! We agreed to go home and wait for him to eat? Ready to feed him a burning skewer?

“I should be the one to ask!” Jingrong nearly rudely pulled the man on his shoulder and shouted angrily, "Go away and talk to him outside! ”

Sang can feel the brazen breath pouring on him, watching him burn red skin, afraid to delay the time, follow him to the outside hurry.

Looking at the siege of the fire about to break out, a ceiling suddenly fell off on his head and fell straight towards the scenic jungle.

“Careful!” Still available to push away Jingrong, he was struck by a ceiling.

“Cocoa!” Jingrong's gaze was red and his heart almost stopped. He threw away the man in a semi-conscious state on his hand and jumped beside Sankoh.

Still can be pressed under heavy objects, in fact, there is not much pain, but rather the smell of the scenery approaching him, making him suffer.

He raised his head and noticed that Jingrong's hair appeared on Mars, and continued to burn might be bald. He didn't like bald men.

He can hold Jingrong's hand and put all his limited powers on him to protect him from the flames.

The smell of Jingrong felt cool and the surrounding flame seemed to be isolated by an invisible barrier and could no longer be close.

He looked amazingly at Sankoh, which revealed that he seemed completely unaffected by the fire, his skin was bright red, there was no trace of burns, the floating hair flashed a little fluorescence, reflecting the eyes of the flame, and flowed with the magic of smell.

“Smell Jingjung, don't be stunned, leave quickly.” Jean can whisper.

“Gonna walk with you.” Jing Zheng rose and lifted his feet, kicked off what was pressed against Sangquo, and then reached out and held him up. He was about to rush him out, suddenly feeling empty. Sangquo, who had been held by him in his arms, dissipated a little bit in front of him like smoke and dust.

Then, only one sound was heard, and one item fell to the ground.

Smell Jingrong look down, it's the magic pen he wears on his sleeve all the time! The living lover suddenly turned into a pen. Forgive me for listening to the psychological qualities of Jingrong, but I was also a little obsessed.

His subconscious touched his sleeve and he felt an empty spot.

Smell the scenery tremble to pick up the magic pen on the ground, eyes full of shock, brain chaos. Then he panicked that the body of this magic pen gradually became stained and no longer glorious as if it were going to last.

[Smell Jingrong, get out of here.] The ears again send a murmurous urge.

Sniffing back to God, carefully put the magic pen in his pocket, then lifted up the man on the ground and quickly rushed out of the fire...