First Player

Chapter 558: five hundred and fifty-five

   Chapter 558 Chapter 555 "Edward, I will kill you."

  In the office, the sound of keyboard tapping is endless.

   Standing at the very center is Ashkel, the Chief of Staff of the Joint Regiment, who once proposed the "Hero Plan".

   "The information is really broken from the inside? Some of us are actually responding to the hackers..."

   Ashkel hung up the communicator.

   A few days ago, the news of Edward's madness was leaked together with their resource allocation plan. They found that the source of the news came from within the United Group, but they didn't know which **** did it.

   At this moment, a middle-aged man wearing a silver star walked in.

   "...Su Ming'an is here." The middle-aged man whispered.

   Ashkel was slightly taken aback.

He is in charge of many of the handover matters of the    United Group, but he has never heard of an invitation to the first player recently.

   So, this is the first player who came on his own initiative?

"He came by himself?" Ashkel smiled: "Then why don't you call someone to meet him... Someone who is familiar with him, preferably someone he knows like Hubert and Ernie. He is here. What do you do? Cooperate? Help us mediate public opinion? Or request a team transaction or equipment supply? It doesn't matter, everything can satisfy him, I'll rush over now..."

   Ashkel and the man next to him used to be middle-aged people in their fifties, and they used to despise young people.

   But now, most of the people standing at the top of the world are actually young people. The nineteen-year-old on the first list and the twenty-five-year-old on the second list were both ages that used to be difficult for even a senior professional title, but now they have become existences who strive for all mankind.

   "No, he didn't come by himself. He said he was invited by the United Group, but we didn't issue any official invitations..." the middle-aged man said.

   After hearing this, Ashkel's smile disappeared:

   "You mean that there is an inner ghost in our name?"

   He knew that the Union was not as united as he thought.

   In this world where everything can be robbed, except for those who are sincere and pure, few people are willing to be the stepping stones to maintain order.

  —People in the organization, thinking about the future after the game is over.

   Now they are sacrificing time and energy to prepare for a stable order, what should they do when everything ends and they have nothing? Will the people at that time still protect them by thinking about the "old love of the United Group" this year?

  …Even Ashkel started to worry about the situation a year later. He is now the chief of staff of the joint regiment, with a high status, but what about after the game is over? He is definitely not an opponent of powerful players. At that time, what should he do with his wife and son who did not enter the game?

   "What is the first player here for?" Ashkel asked.

   "It seems that someone invited him to see Edward, and Yang Changxu went to greet him. I don't know which source..." the middle-aged man said.

   "Absurd!" Ashkel roared, causing the others who were typing on the keyboard to turn their heads.

  —Visit Edward? Is this viewable?

   The direct reason for Edward's madness is Su Ming'an. Now, isn't it exciting to ask Su Ming'an to visit Edward? Which **** came up with the idea?

  Eichkel even suspected that the two would fight directly in the ward, greatly aggravating human internal friction.

   He immediately put on his coat and rushed out the door, trying to stop the two of them before the situation fermented.

  …

"boom."

  Su Mingan closed the door of the ward and took a seat on the chair beside the bed.

   There are anxious medical staff outside the door, they dare not enter if they want.

  Su Mingan noticed that there was still fruit on Edward's bedside, he peeled a banana and pointed at Edward.

   "Come, do you want to eat?" Su Mingan asked.

   "...You came to see my joke?" Edward sat on the bed, his face gloomy.

   His blond hair still had pillow hairs that fell like snowflakes on his blue-and-white gown.

"If a person sees himself as a 'joke', then as long as others look at you, he will become a 'joke'." Su Ming'an said lightly: "Unless you see no one from now on, leave behind the progress and progress of mankind. Points, then you won't be 'jokes'."

   He took a bite of the banana and stared at Edward.

  Edward did look haggard, with heavy dark circles under his eyes, and his body was thin. There were even impact scars on his handsome face, maybe he had knocked them out when he collapsed.

   Even at this moment, his fingers scratched the sheets unconsciously, like bowed eagle claws. His breathing was heavy and urgent, and his face was flushed with anger... or maybe it was the redness that he brought when he was on the verge of collapse.

   His state was very similar to Su Mingan's state when he was on the verge of alienation, his eyes were vacant and his breathing was short.

  Unfortunately, Su Mingan walked out of it, but Edward did not.

  … Such a pitiful, hateful person who is on the verge of collapse and dying, locked in here for treatment like a bird with only its wings bound... Is it Edward?

  In Su Ming'an's memory, this person was always high-spirited. Although he was educated by aristocrats and not as arrogant as the nouveau riche, he always had an aloofness in his bones that looked down on the commoners.

   But now, this person is leaning on the bed, his whole body looks extremely fragile, his eyes are full of red threads, and he can't even speak the complete words.

  Edward is actually not stupid. It can be seen from the decryption of some clues that Edward is a very smart person and his IQ is not low.

   But this man was raised too pure. Or rather, brainwashed too well. As soon as he encounters the sophistication of human beings, he becomes extremely stupid, as if he has been deliberately suppressed in a certain aspect of his growth.

  ...It's scary, United.

  Su Mingan began to peel the apple.

  Edward wanted to drive people out, but when he thought of pushing and shoving, his strength points were not as good as Su Mingan, so he gave up.

   "No one invited you to see me, get out!" Edward said loudly.

   "No one invited?" Su Ming'an said softly: "It seems that there are many ghosts in the United Group. This kind of invitation can be sent wrong."

  Edward's eyes were fixed on his face.

   "Or..." Su Mingan threw the banana peel into the trash can, raised his eyelids, and looked into Edward's eyes: "—Are you one of them?"

"you…"

  Su Mingan interrupted him: "—The person who leaked 'Edward is crazy' and the 'Resource Allocation Plan of the United Regiment' is you, right?"

   This kind of information is known only to the very insiders. After eliminating all the impossible, the only person who leaked the information could be Edward himself.

  Other people didn't notice this because of their blind spots, but Su Mingan saw the truth long ago.

  Edward's eyes trembled slightly.

"I thought you were stupid enough, but I didn't expect that you could go further." Su Ming'an said, "Let me guess... You should have reached some kind of deal with the organizer and become a 'special identity'. , can push the boat along with the negative situation of human beings..."

  Edward's eyes trembled even more.

"This is an identity type I've never heard of before. Is the power of the organizer actually evolving? Earlier I found out that their game version seems to be constantly being updated, whether it's the Boss Rabbit's little boy image or the World Forum's The level of abundance... is changing..." Su Mingan seemed to say to himself: "Now that such an 'inner ghost' identity has appeared, the future of mankind is really at stake."

  Edward calmed down when he heard this.

   He pinched the sheets, his expression very quiet.

   "These are just your guesses," he said.

   "Well, yes, it's just my guess." Su Mingan smiled.

   In fact, when he spoke to the enemy in a positive tone, he was basically 99% sure.

  Shadow had already informed him that Edward had been in the Eighth World, kneeling and begging for special status, and Edward even shouted at the time, "Don't you just want a dog like Su Mingan?"

   It can be seen from this that, if one failed, Edward would of course try a second time, and this second time, he might have contacted the organizer.

   "I'm here, actually, I don't care what worms are inside your alliance, and I don't care who has the intention to let me come over." Su Ming'an bit the apple: "I just want to inform you about something."

"what?"

   "Edward, I will kill you." Su Mingan said.

  Edward's pupils shook violently.

   For a moment, he even thought he had heard it wrong.

  —This guy has always been tolerant to players at the top of the list, and even more tolerant to players who have completed the game perfectly. How could you say such a thing?

   "—Then kill it, I met you in the dungeon, do you think I'll let you go?" Edward suddenly sneered. Everyone knows that if they meet in the copy, it will definitely be a life-and-death situation.

   Su Mingan had already said this to him before, why are you still threatening him now? Does it make sense to repeat it?

  Su Mingan threw away the core.

   He stood up and stared at Edward's flushed, frantic face, as if he could see the broken soul inside through those blue eyes.

The    seemed to have a radiance that faded away and never came back on.

  Edward's fire was long gone.

   He took the initiative to provoke infighting, leaked human intelligence, and became a dog.

   He disregarded the overall situation and wasted the rescue resources that the United Group had dismantled from ordinary players.

   Even from the perspective of the organizer, Su Mingan should not accept such a person standing beside him.

  's disgust for Edward seems reasonable and not abrupt.

  Su Mingan turned around and walked towards the door.

   When he pushed the door, he happened to meet Ashkel, the chief of staff, who came in a hurry, and a few acquaintances, Aini, Hubert, Julia...

   He smiled symbolically at Ashkel, turned back, and finally said to Edward:

   "Edward, I said, not in the copy."

   He is about to break his precept.

  …

   "Clap."

   The slight footsteps sounded, with a damp dragging feeling.

   The blond boy walked across the blood-stained ground, the blood trailing on the soles of his high-top shoes, spreading out halo lines.

   He picked up a golden knife and said to the child lying on the bed:

   "Have you made up your mind? Are you sure you want to trade with me?"

  The child is very thin, but his eyes are firm. He nodded firmly to Noel:

   "My mother is crazy, I want to save her! Ordinary players have very few rescue resources... I am willing to accept transformation, I want to become stronger and become a powerful player! I want to save my mother!"

  Noel sighed slightly.

   The knife in his hand was stained with fire, and the flames flickered in his eyes, and he felt a little hesitant.

   Obviously, he has performed such an operation many times.

   "...I'm not wrong," he muttered.

   He drops the anaesthetic and pushes the needle into the child's neck.

"…I am right."

  The silk thread moved slightly, and the knife in his hand glowed with a layer of sharp silver light, slowly merging the machine with the flesh and blood.

   "Su Ming'an..." He seemed to comfort himself and muttered to himself, "I shouldn't be blamed... I'm not wrong."

   "Humanity has almost no future..."

   "In order to help these children, even if they don't have the decision-making level of adults...I'm not wrong..."

   "I'm not using them, I'm helping them and giving them the strength to face their difficulties..."

   Bloody blasted on his white gloves.

  Under the light of the fire, the white paper-like child under his command was gradually transformed into the appearance of a human-type murder weapon.

  Strong, firm, determined.

   Invulnerable.

   (end of this chapter)