Chapter 981: Take over Los Angeles

A person is not alive if his physiological functions are still functioning normally. When he is remembered by many people and will not be forgotten, in fact, his will never dies.
When Ren Xiaosu found himself unable to summon Jiang Xu with the Temple of Heroes, he knew that the matter was irreversible.
But he is not sorry, maybe Jiang Xu is not willing to continue to live in a heroic way.
Because at that time, Jiang Xu became a vassal of Ren Xiaosu alone. How could a clean person like Jiang Xu accept such a result?
At a certain moment, when Ren Xiaosu finished his remarks, Luo Lan even felt that Jiang Xu's golden figure would slowly emerge.
Fortunately, Jiang Xu did not show up, so Ren Xiaosu re-engraved the matter of the Yingling Temple, Luo Lan didn't know ...
At this time, Ren Xiaosu sighed and looked at Yang Xiaorong: "Does the shoulder hurt?"
"It hurts," Yang Xiaoguang said directly, "but I can still stand it, I can fight."
"Okay, let's go to Hope Media first," said Ren Xiaosu, who looked at Luo Lan. "What do you say, stay in Luocheng or leave?"
"Of course we are staying. Mr. Jiang Xu's death must be explained by a statement," Luo Lan said, squinting his eyes. "Leave the killer in your hand to us. I will interrogate him."
"No need," Ren Xiaosu lifted up the other person's neck bone and broke it easily where Jiang Xu died: "They have a bug in their heart that cannot be interrogated. I brought him here, just to make him a sacrifice. Quality. "
Zhou Qi looked at Ren Xiaosu's calm face, and suddenly a chill surged from behind.
People sacrifice their friends and relatives with things like pig heads, apples, etc. Ren Xiaosu uses his life.
Suddenly, a house upstairs across the crossroads, a window on the fifth floor was opened, and a child shouted, "Guardian, please take revenge for Mr. Jiang Xu!"
Ren Xiaosu looked at the child for a moment. The other person was only eight or nine years old, but his eyes were red and his face was sincere.
The adult in the household hurriedly covered the child's mouth and ripped the child into the room, for fear that the child might provoke a character who should not be provoked.
What happened in Los Angeles today is no longer something ordinary people can participate in.
Adults panicked and wanted to apologize to Ren Xiaosu. Although they didn't know why they apologized, they always felt afraid that their children would offend Ren Xiaosu.
However, Ren Xiaosu suddenly said: "You are so young, do you know who Jiang Xu is?"
The child broke free from the pull of his parents, and lay on the edge of the window and shouted, "I know, Grandpa Jiang Xu was an investigative reporter, but now is the editor-in-chief of Hope Media. When adults eat and drink, they always say that only Jiang Grandpa Su dare to tell the truth. "
Ren Xiaosu laughed: "Do you adore him?"
"Worship, I will also become an investigative reporter when I grow up!" The child shouted.
Ren Xiaosu nodded: "Remember your dream. If you want to be an investigative reporter the day you grow up, but you are worried that someone will threaten your personal safety, then you can come to the northwest to find me. My name is Ren Xiaosu."
Having said that, Ren Xiaosu took Yang Xiaorong and they walked towards the hope of the media.
The street was still empty, with only the flowers and blood shed by the rain.
However, Ren Xiaosu's mood suddenly brightened a little.
Did you see that after you died, when the killer struck, none of those who vocally hated the murderer dared to stand up to avenge you.
This is the real world we are in.
But all this is not important. What is important is that your beam of light always leaves some behind.
Just like inheritance and reincarnation, time will give us the answer.
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I hope the media building is old and dilapidated in the rain.
Ren Xiaosu walked in from outside the gate, and reporters and editors in the building stood up and looked at them silently.
He looked around at these hurried and sad people, everyone's eyes were flushed, and I didn't know how long he had cried.
However, even after Jiang Xu left, they persisted in this position. Jiang Xu left a total of four letters, one to Ren Xiaosu and one to all my colleagues.
Jiang Xu didn't say how sad words in his heart, but just plainly told them to work hard, and don't cause the truth to be unrecorded because of the mess.
Also remember that Clivia in his office windowsill must remember to water, so don't let it die, and suffer from this delusion.
In addition, he also congratulated a female journalist on her marriage in advance, but unfortunately could not go to the wedding in person.
The letter was very trivial, like an old man holding a cup of hot tea by the side of the fireplace and greeting the younger kindly.
When Zhang Chentong read the letter in the building, everyone cried.
Now, they have also learned what Ren Xiaosu has done in Luocheng, and they are deeply grateful to Ren Xiaosu for being able to stand up again in the hope of the media and Jiang Xu at this time.
And Ren Xiaosu silently looked at everything in the hope of the media, until he looked at the wall full of names, and then stepped forward, using the black knife to earnestly engraved two words: Jiang Xu.
Weeping sounds began in the building, and Ren Xiaosu walked upstairs to Jiang Xu's office silently.
In front of the office, Zhang Chentong stuffed a letter into Ren Xiaosu's hand: "This was written to you by the editor before leaving."
"Thank you," Ren Xiaosu nodded into Jiang Xu's office. The pot of clivia on the windowsill seemed to have just been wiped.
Ren Xiaosu took a deep breath and opened the envelope, standing by the window and silently watching the contents of the letter.
It turned out that Jiang Xu really anticipated his death in advance.
Looking at that paragraph, it was clear that he was saying farewell, and Ren Xiaosu suddenly felt a huge sadness in his heart.
Before that, he didn't cry when he learned that Jiang Xu had bad news.
He didn't cry on the way to the storm.
He failed to cry when he failed to summon Jiang Xu on the Luocheng Long Street.
But at this moment he looked at the words like gossip, but suddenly a drop of tears fell.
He once told Yan Liuyuan not to cry. The world didn't believe in tears, but now he can't restrain his sadness.
Ren Xiaosu put the stationery in his palace and placed it in the most prominent position of the palace's display grid, in order to tell himself that Jiang Xu hoped that he could become another beam of light in this world.
He turned and walked outside, asking Luo Lan as he walked, "How many people are there in Qing's Luo City?"
Luo Lan calmly replied: "The seventy-one people are always available."
In fact, it is taboo to ask this, but Luo Lan is very happy, because Ren Xiaosu said that it means that the other party trusts Qing.
Ren Xiaosu said, "Let the people of Qingshi take the surveillance video of the whole city for nearly a month, and then send it to the northwest for Wang Yun's hands."
"It's a bit difficult. The seventy-one people don't have many weapons in their hands. Prior to this, Qing's hadn't taken Luo City as the focus," Luo Lan said realistically.
He didn't have to swell his face and fill him with fat. To get surveillance of the whole city, he had to take over a lot of places, and this was the site of Qinghe.
Ren Xiaosu did not speak, but walked straight out of the Hope Media Building.
Luo Lan suddenly stopped at this moment, and saw Da Yayi, Wang Yuchi and others standing outside the door. Ren Xiaosu said to Zhou Yingxue, "The people of Qing's come to you to report. Can you take them to take over Los Angeles?
Wang Yuchi laughed: "Little brother, rest assured, even if we don't have Yingxue, we can all be eight."
Talking about it, all eight students showed outer armors. The eight outer armors looked stern and abnormal. It seemed that they had refined and improved the structure of outer armors during school.
Earlier Ren Xiaosu left a lot of nano-robots for them. Luo Lan sent another batch later. When Ren Xiaosu and Wang Fugui were working for that "home", the students were not idle.
They have grown up to this day.
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Goodnight everybody