Chapter 722: replacement

Soldiers in black armor surrounded several charred corpses. One of them took out a complete set of inspection equipment, cut open the carbonized shell of the corpse with a scalpel, and took out a small amount of body tissue that had not yet been necrotic. After adding several special reagents, they were thrown into a device about the size of a computer host and used to identify DNA.
It didn’t take long for the result of the appraisal to come out
"Confirmed, the third body is little Amor Pattini himself." The soldier said.
"Very well, then from now on, I will be the little Amor Pattini, and you, are all my immediate guards." The black armored officer who led the team took off his mask, Under the black metal mask, there was a face exactly like Little Amor, even the dark chestnut hair and a small birthmark on the back of the neck were the same.
The black armored soldiers also took off the black light armor on their bodies, revealing the uniforms of the Pattini family guards wearing them. Even the personal numbers and identity files have been prepared, and all these files are It's true—in fact, they were already soldiers belonging to the Patini consortium an hour ago, and even the mastermind would not deny their identity.
A car that looked exactly like the luxury car that had just been blown up drove to the front of "Little Amor", and a slender female secretary wearing a black suit and skirt walked out of the back seat of the car. As for her The face is naturally the same as the former secretary of Little Amor.
"The announcement was made that a jewellery craftsman from the Patini Consortium’s Crown Jewelry Company who was bought by a resistance organization and a dozen workers from the Patini Mining Company who were extremely dissatisfied with their salary conspired to plan this. In the attack, the attacker used homemade explosives and improvised weapons to attack many buildings on the periphery of the rich area, but did not cause any serious damage. The attacker has been captured by the security forces, and'I' was just a little frightened. No injuries-in addition, in order to calm the emotions of the residents, all shelters under the control of the Pattini Consortium distributed an extra week of material quota and 300 grams of fresh meat per person to all residents."
"Yes, Mr. Chairman." "Personal Secretary" has completely entered her role.
Similar scenes are also being staged in the headquarters of several consortiums at the same time...For the residents living in these shelters, tonight there was only a vague intermittent gunfire coming from the direction of the rich area, but For those "parties", this night is already the last night in their lives.
The soldiers who strictly enforced this secret "cleansing order" did not leave any alive, tens of thousands of people completely evaporated in this night, replaced by a group of "replacers" who looked exactly like them.
The organizations that started cleaning are those consortia that had previously sought refuge in them, but then secretly colluded with their masterminds. These consortia have 10% to 49% control in the hands of the organization, and they are right. For this reason, the organization easily expanded this number to 100%.
As for those consortiums that stood on the same line as the main brain, but did not join the organization, although they were not cleansed, they immediately encountered a lot of "troubles" the next day-such as middle management colluding with outsiders to embezzle the consortium’s property, The scandal between the wife of the chairman of a certain consortium and a certain young director, the product failure rate of the consortium’s production line reached 80%, and so on... Although these things are not enough to make these consortiums painful , But want to deal with it, but it is enough for them to be devastated for a while.
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Lei’s, the living room.
Lei Ting leaned on the sofa opposite the executive officer, holding an exquisite porcelain cup in his hand, and the scent of tea permeated the living room-but in the scent of tea, a very strong coffee smell was It looks particularly abrupt.
The young executive wore two huge dark circles under his eyes, holding a cup of espresso black coffee in his hand, and was sipping without an image, not caring about the liquid dangling from the cup splashing on the luxurious sofa.
"You should be busy these days, right?"
"Overtime, overtime, overtime work all day long, people are dying everywhere, sick, poisoned, and killed... Although they are all dead, the problem is that after those guys hiccup, I have to clean up the mess. …I feel that if I continue to do this, I will die young sooner or later.
When it came to this, the executive complained loudly.
"To be honest, I feel that your acting style is too radical this time. Although the follow-up process is perfect, this is just for ordinary people. These things must be hidden from the other consortia..."
"What does this have to do with me? I'm a runner. All the plans for the cleaning order are made by the people above. They want to kill chickens and monkeys, and I'm just the knife used to kill chickens." The executive curled his lips. , Drank the dark brown liquid in the cup all at once.
"Beauty, renew the cup, thank you." The executive glanced at the girl standing next to him, and had to say that this is a stunner with good looks, body and temperament. The most important point is...this size does not matter. Have a 36E! I don’t know how those two heavy things feel...
"The problem is that you didn't kill a few chickens... If even the Patini-level consortium are considered chickens, what are the other consortiums? This way, I am afraid that everyone will be at risk. It does more harm than good," Thunder said slowly.
"Then kill them all and confiscated their property. Anyway, the group of people above wanted to do that." The executive shrugged.
"That will probably set off a new round of war..."
"Isn't it just war~EbookFREE.me~ When did you stop, anyway, you have to fight when you get to the ground? It's better to solve the problem underground than everyone else--" the executive officer said with an indifferent expression. , But Thunder's sharp gaze had already noticed that in his eyes, there was an extremely rich and completely lingering look of disgust.
"You hate war, don't you?"
"Nonsense, I am a standard war orphan. The war made me lose my parents and siblings forever. Oh, and my childhood sweetheart girlfriend. She just promised my confession and was bombed by a missile in less than a week. It's dead-can you say I don't hate war?"
"In that case, why do you want to join the war?"
"I said Mr. Thunder...Are you a bit old and confused? Of course, this is to survive. If I don't kill others, they will kill me. Do I have a choice?"
"Are you sure you want to live...not to avenge the'war'?"