CEO's Unexpected Twins

Who knows, at the moment when his body just bent down, death grabbed his collar and directly pulled the man in front of him.

"Now I suddenly feel that it's no fun for you to appear. I want to abolish you." he smiled and said the coldest and indifferent words in the most casual tone.

This is a person raised alive. Unlike his artificial intelligence, he doesn't want to destroy it directly after using it.

Of course, No. 3 was startled, shivered, took a step back, and said nervously, "master, don't..."

He seemed thin and weak, but he had great strength in his hands. He closed up a little: "what, no? You were also a puppet trained by me. Now I think you are useless. Can't you lose it?"

After that, he gently tapped the handle of the wheelchair with his hand: "have some fun."

Although this is just ordinary artificial intelligence, because it is different from the owner, the setting program is also different.

Driven by the program, its habits will be closer and closer to its master.

It's like death's artificial intelligence.

After listening to his order, he suddenly stretched out a fist from somewhere and hammered it at the person in front of him.

It has already scanned the person in front of him. He knows every acupoint on his body clearly and focuses on the pain.

There are still mistakes when the naked eye is pre arranged, but artificial intelligence is just a precision instrument and will never make mistakes, so it can almost be said to be boxing to meat.

There were a group of people who didn't know where they hit. Number three knelt down with a plop and didn't get up for a long time.

He didn't dare to shout or struggle. He could only bite his teeth and suffer deeply.

Even if he didn't know what he had done wrong, he made the master unhappy.

Perhaps the existence of puppets like them makes him unhappy.

The God of death didn't shout to stop, and AI naturally wouldn't stop. He quickly scanned again to find the most painful place on his back.

Then the raindrop fist fell down again.

The other party couldn't stand up because of this dense fist. Blood had been born in his mouth and nose. He looked very painful, but he still didn't say a word.

Just from the nasal cavity, he hummed hard.

Wearing a perfect "God of death" face, but being tortured in such a place, I'm afraid I'll only feel sorry if others know.

Of course, such things are limited to others.

Because the God of death is like the God of death. It's like coming to watch the performance. There's no big emotional change on his face from beginning to end.

Looking at the man from standing to lying down, he couldn't get up. He seemed to be used to it.

After all, the abuse of dogs in his eyes is more exciting than this.

Dogs also know how to struggle and bark twice. They can't even bark.

Soon the man who was beaten on the ground couldn't even maintain his kneeling posture. The whole man lay soft on the ground and looked a little short of breath.

At this time, the fist of artificial intelligence suddenly stopped.

Not because death stopped, but because a higher priority message came.

The voice of artificial intelligence came: "Ruihe company will hold a press conference next week to release their new products."

Huo Yanlin had a beautiful turnaround this time. It is said that the artificial intelligence reservation of his company has directly increased by dozens of times, and the attention of the press conference is particularly high.

It was natural that he struck while the iron was hot to hold this meeting.

Death was not angry, but narrowed his eyes slightly, and a meaningful look flashed in his eyes.

At this time, artificial intelligence continued to say, "Sir, do you want to continue to sell sandbags?"

The man lying on the ground is clearly a living man, but he is called a sandbag in his mouth.

The God of death said expressionless, "no, don't kill people. It's still useful now."

"Drag him out. Don't let the blood dirty my place. It's disgusting."

A manipulator slowly stretched out from the back of the wheelchair and grabbed the man's shoulder.

Then the wheelchair moved forward, and the sound of dragging people came from behind.

Although the other party's consciousness is sober, he really has no strength to go. He can only be held by such a manipulator arbitrarily. The blood flowing down his body brings a long blood stain on the ground.

Although the speed of the wheelchair is not fast, it is still very painful to be dragged away.

He hardly let out a very light voice from his lips and teeth, but in exchange for the indifferent eyes of the God of death: "I can't even bear this. How can I play me?"

"If you make any more noise, I'll let you kneel here and lick all the blood on the ground."

Clearly became a weak face, but every word he said was like the top of Mount Tai.

On the 3rd, even if he broke his teeth, he had to swallow it in his stomach and didn't dare to make a little noise.

"The last person was too self-centered, so he died miserably. I hope you are different from him. This is not only a threat after you came out, but also a test for you. Do you have any opinion?"

Death's face is still arrogant and indifferent, but when he asks, his eyes will stare at each other, as if he really cares.

Of course, this gentle look is just an illusion.

No. 3 clenched his teeth, endured the top killing pain, and nodded hard: "I know."

"It's good to know. I didn't let him play too conspicuous just now. One week is enough for you to recover your injury. The first test, don't let me down."

He said faintly, "get out."

No. 3 got up from the ground and bowed to him. He was about to turn his head. Death raised his hand and slapped him.

His slap was not human. He deliberately picked the place where he was injured just now. The pain made No. 3 take a cold breath immediately.

However, death was very calm, as if he didn't care how much pain his action would cause others.

"You're already me now. Don't put on that slave image, which makes people sick." he said coldly, "if you act, act really. Don't let me down for the second time."

No. 3 couldn't touch his mind, so he didn't dare to speak.

But he had heard clearly before that No. 2 was beaten because he forgot to say hello to him because he was too involved in the play.

He specifically avoided the trap, but found that he still had the same goal by different paths.

It can be seen that the so-called rules just depend on his mood.

No. 3's eyes hidden under the mask looked at him gently and wanted to see a look of mischief in the eyes of death.

Because if so, it's enough to prove that he was just trying on purpose.

But there was no expression on his face.

He's not trying, but he doesn't care about anyone.

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