I'm not Doraemon, I'm just a salesman

He directly started the countdown to the nuclear bomb in his hand, and headed all the way into the company, directly finding his target under the guidance and amid the chaos.

"FUCK YOU, Caudick!!!!"

Seeing the fat Jewish man running away in panic, Steven excitedly shot him to the ground without saying a word. While he was wailing and begging for mercy, he excitedly and happily tied the miniature nuclear bomb in his backpack here. On the fat man's body, he took a knife and stabbed his fat flesh hard!

"This time it's for the unborn Titans!!!"

"This is for the creators of COD!!!"

"This time it's for the players and studios you abandoned!!!"

"Also, in the end, all this was because you ruined my glass bucket!!!"

In a completely vented rage, driven by the invisible rage, Steven stabbed Caldick into a dying piece of rotten flesh.But until then, the security department below finally came over.

Steven finally let go of the fat man and retreated with his teammates.Darth Dini's security forces quickly swarmed over, and their eyes widened when they saw what was tied to the dying Cauldick.

If you read it correctly, the black and yellow logo is——

beep beep~~

boom! ! ! ! !

Powerful air waves and flames exploded in an instant, destroying this centuries-old building in a second. The ancient and huge headquarters buildings were instantly reduced to ashes under the terrorist's nuclear bomb attack.

For the people in Burbank who were awakened by the sudden explosion, when they raised their heads and looked at the mushroom cloud rising in the direction of the familiar building, they were confused and frightened.

What did you do?

Is this going to be World War III?

......

Little Morgan, who was waiting in the study, was awakened from all his sleep by a urgent phone call.

While looking at the basically unchanged picture, little Morgan listened to the report on the phone, and then suddenly became energetic.

"...Okay, you guys can figure it out."

After a long silence, little Morgan didn't have much reaction other than spitting out these four words.

Hanging up the phone, closing his eyes, and covering his face with his hands, the richest man in the world just felt weak.

Burbank is very lively at the moment. A miniature nuclear bomb exploded in the city center. Do you think it can be less lively?

Dark Dini's headquarters building was destroyed. Although the major shareholders who actually controlled the giant information giant were not there, many people still died.

Not to mention direct economic losses, damage to the company’s reputation, subsequent compensation and other disgusting things!

No businessman likes to get along with someone who is obsessed with sabotage. After all, it only takes one moment for them to wreak havoc, but it will be millions of times more troublesome to clean up the subsequent mess.

The key is - there is no fucking fault in this matter! ! !

The nuclear bomb exploded, but not by any Free Beacon enemy.But a rock singer, a punk youth.

The reason he did this was because a bastard named Bobby Caudick ruined the game company he loved!

Yes, that's why he's so damn smart.

So who are they looking for to cause trouble?In the past, the Free Beacon might just find someone it wanted to beat up and take the blame, but now...

It’s not that you can’t fight, it’s that you don’t dare to fight.Today's world is full of guys with "special skills". Europa, White Bear, Pan-Asian Alliance, and Chongqing Sakura are all like this. They all have their own "secret weapons" that amaze everyone.

Regardless of whether you win or not, it is inevitable that what you lose will not be worth what you get.

It's all the salesman's fault!If he hadn't given these mud-legged people so many random things, why would things have ended like this?

Morgan burst out laughing, laughing at himself for being able to think in such a childish way.It's a pointless complaint, but only a coward would do it.

How to deal with this matter... just put the name on the terrorists, forget it, go directly to the Middle East to fight another wave of autumn wind, and divert the internal conflicts by the way.

I don’t expect to get anything, but at least I have to give a suitable reason to continue to cover up the truth of the matter.

Even though the number of people who know about salesmen has already exceeded the safety threshold, people like them still have to cover for them honestly.

Little Morgan sighed, picked up the silk scarf and slowly wiped the lenses of his glasses, then fell silent looking at the unchanged live broadcast.

He didn't need to worry, after all, everyone must be like him now and no one could find the whereabouts of the prop holder.

Although he is a Siamese, it is impossible for such an accelerationist to cooperate with their government.

Moreover, he might be lucky that the other person was not from the lighthouse.

Little Morgan clearly knows how impetuous the entire Free Beacon social environment is under their series of reforms and mergers of large companies, and among those people, not to mention accelerationists, there are many more extreme lunatics!

When prop holders cause trouble, most of them also like to cause trouble to their own country first.Can the current Free Beacon still be able to withstand the efforts of these guys?

Thinking of this, little Morgan opened the drawer and took out a small, square black box.

He stroked the cold black box, and no one knew that inside the black box, which required four keys to open, there was a button that originally belonged to the lighthouse government.

In this turbulent world, big business owners who have destroyed government authority through partition naturally need more amulets.Conventional military force cannot meet these conditions, so...

It is not difficult to obtain a nuclear bomb, and with their financial resources and ability to penetrate the military, it is not a problem to obtain launch components for intercontinental missiles.The government still operates its own functions, but big companies are gradually phasing them out with their efficiency and steps.

What is the point of having a nuclear bomb?Absolute destruction?The ultimate deterrent?Or both?

To young Morgan, this meant nothing more than the most painful way to inflict the most painful blow on anything in the ruling establishment.

Little Morgan's face was grim. He looked at the accelerating track, but he knew deeply that the accelerationist might make them collide with those civilians sooner or later.

When that time comes...if necessary, capitalists like them don't actually need the existence of civilians.

Common people always have a special kind of pride, thinking that without capital they are useless.That's true to a certain extent, at least for the financial industry.

But for these capitalists who have truly mastered the means of production and technological innovation, and have actually gradually or even completely eliminated the manufacturing industry for low-end people...

If there really is a day when they collide with each other, the leaders of giant companies like Morgan Jr. will definitely not hesitate to clean up the entire Free Beacon.

It doesn't even matter if the country actually returns to the system of the nineteenth century. It's better to make the proletarians into slaves and cleanse the entire country than to have them break into the mansion and kill everyone.

This is why they always had the courage to confront the red bear during the Cold War, and they had no courage whatsoever.The person who has everything is also decisive enough to destroy everything!

Opening the window and looking at the cloudy weather outside, what I smelled was the smell of gunpowder smoke.

It's almost there.

The next war to define the world is coming soon!

164.Conflict begins again

The Free Lighthouse suffered a nuclear attack.

The headquarters of Darth Deeney Corporation, which brought everyone countless happiness and hellish jokes, was blown up with a miniature nuclear bomb.

The number of casualties has exceeded four digits, and the direct losses to the company are difficult to estimate!

The murderer has been caught and is said to be a terrorist who hates the Lighthouse government!

World War III may be imminent!

Songpa Shan, who had just woken up the next day, was drinking milk while looking at the outrageous news in his hand. He put it down with a slight smack of his tongue and kept shaking his head.

"Wow... My dear, this is really beyond my control."

Although he said this, his expression was still happy and contented, even though he knew that all these problems were caused by him.

Yes, so what?

Speed ​​up, speed up, speed up!

Isn't this the best fucking situation?You see, as long as you use a nuclear bomb to blow it up, won't the glass slag game never get bad again?

Doesn’t this prove that their ideas are correct and invincible?

Accelerationists have nothing to fear! ! !

He was so leisurely just because, as he wished, under his 'threat of acceleration', those who could come up with restraint methods finally came up with the methods that should be used.

The unjust verdict was overturned and a new trial was conducted. Although the verdict was still to compensate for certain losses, it definitely saved the prison sentence.

A large number of accounts and influencers who incited the antagonism between men and women have been banned with thunderous measures. At the same time, several typical cases have been punished with heavy sentences to serve as a warning to the monkeys.

Several online platforms were directly interviewed and sternly warned them to immediately stop pushing relevant content and algorithms, and at the same time conduct platform cleanup operations.

Of course they dare not disobey, even if they make a living from this, the result of disobedience will be that the entire website will be taken down.

After drinking the milk in one gulp, Songpashan touched the milk stains at the corner of his mouth and stretched while looking at the room that had been cleaned for half the night yesterday.

ding dong~~~

As the clock pointed to eight o'clock, a knock on the door sounded.Immediately afterwards, the green vortex that Songpa Shan was so familiar with bloomed in front of him.

Qiming walked out, bringing with him Nimfu who was still a little reluctant. Songpashan's face immediately showed an expectant smile, and he took a step forward and said

"Mr. Salesman, was my performance wonderful?"

"Not bad, very good." Qiming did not hesitate to appreciate and praise him, and of course, he did not hesitate to reward him.

He took out a pair of brand new cars and handed them into Somprashan's hands.

This reward is very reasonable. His performance may not be said to be outstanding, but it does have its own unique excitement and fun.

"Thank you, thank you very much!"

Songpashan took the pair of cars with a smile, while Qiming glanced at the newspaper on the table and said with interest

"So, what are you going to do next?"

"Of course we will continue to accelerate." Songpa Shan said matter-of-factly.

What else but acceleration?Of course, step on the accelerator and race to the limit~~~~ Although the result was achieved this time, it does not mean that Somprashan’s goal is so shallow and easy.

"If one day the consequences of your acceleration fall on you, what are you going to do?"

Nimfu who didn't want to speak suddenly asked. Songpashan was stunned for a moment, thought for a moment, shrugged and said

"Then... of course, just do whatever you want~~~"

"If I really can't escape, then I may show my ugly face and wait for myself to kill myself. If I can escape, then I can wait until I get over."

"Every day I can live is a day, and every moment I live is a moment. This is my way of survival."

Nimfu's expression was quite speechless, but she could not deny that living in such a muddled way was indeed how most people in the world lived.

Songpa Shan does not deny his weaknesses. He is not the kind of villain who shouts that he is "invincible" and then screams for mercy after being knocked to the ground - even if he is indeed a villain, he is really a very good one. 'Ordinary' villain.

Ordinary people who have acquired the ability to do evil are just like him, without lofty ideals or great goals in life.But as long as it doesn't affect him, he will be even more troublesome.

Nimfu did not continue to question Sompashan about whether he felt like this after killing people. There was no need.

The unhappy Nimfu didn't want to stay here for long, so she turned around and left through the portal.

"Sorry, this kid's moral standards are a little high."

"It doesn't matter." Songpa Shan clasped his hands and recited Amitabha, and chuckled.

"I know that I am a bad person with low morals, so how can I condemn a good person with morals and kindness? It is normal for her to dislike me."

Qiming smiled appreciatively. This was what he found interesting about Songpa Shan.In his eyes, such 'ordinary' people are much more interesting than those who live in hardship and are dedicated to doing great things.

"So what are you going to do next?"

"Well...now that I have unexpected gains, I want to 'flex' a little bit." Songpa Shan supported his chin with one hand and smiled softly.

"Not every conflict has to intensify to the point where you fight to the death and then stop. I always feel that necessary deterrence can save a lot of unnecessary internal friction. And now that I have some more cars, I want to ask a question, if I put What would happen if they were all placed on the track?”

"Nothing will happen." Qiming shrugged.

"It's nothing more than one behind the other. When the front hits and stops, it's the back's turn. This is a very simple thing without any special loopholes."

Yes, it's nothing more than one after the other.This is true no matter how many cars are put on it - social conflicts have their own differences in strength and weakness.

Intense conflicts, such as the male-female issue on the other side of the stick, will naturally occur very quickly, while those that are gentler will naturally reduce some of the conflict.

"Then, I'm looking forward to your next performance." Qiming stood up with a smile and led Songpa Shan into the vortex.

......

"Yes, I know exactly what happened. I'm not a primitive man in the jungle."

Facing the barrage of questions and words, Songpa Shan shrugged and said without any hesitation.

"A lot of people died, but I don't have any real sense when you say this. Besides, shouldn't you ask those terrorists how they got the nuclear bomb?"

The conflict he created was indeed not as big as he intended. It was just a damn Jewish businessman and a group of gamers, and they just wanted to cause large-scale attacks.

But using nuclear bombs... Well, this was indeed beyond his expectations.