Chapter 14 Choose an auspicious number, how about three?
"Hahahahahaha!"
The wild laughter echoed throughout the conference room, so much so that even the security personnel waiting outside the door looked confused.
At this moment, Wu Lan's hair was messy and she even bent over with laughter.
"Hahahaha... So, you mean, the person who killed Luo Chen by accident will also kill me by accident, right?"
Wu Lan suddenly stopped laughing and looked at Ning Feng with eyes filled with murderous intent.
Her tone was a bit sinister and slightly sarcastic, and she said word for word: "So, could you please tell me, Mr. Feng, when will the accident against me happen?"
The air condensed at this moment, and the atmosphere of the entire conference room became subtle.
6:11:20 PM,
‘Crash’……
The sound of drinks being poured broke the dead silence.
Ning Feng sat on the sofa, leaned forward, picked up the wine bottle in his right hand, and filled the wine glass in front of Wu Lan with dense liquid.
The wine splashed everywhere, and after it was filled, it spread over the rim of the cup, overflowed on the coffee table, and dripped on the floor.
Tick, tick, tick.
Until the last drop of wine, pour it all out.
The wine bottle was put back into place.
This weird behavior made Wu Lan frown.
"I think the next accident will happen today."
Ning Feng smiled slightly and looked out the window, which was already gloomy and dark.
"Today...it's a nice weather."
Immediately, he got up from the sofa and stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the street view below.
Hundreds of meters high in the sky, vehicles and pedestrians are like sesame seeds and mung beans.
But Ning Feng could see clearly that the traffic policeman directing traffic was blowing his whistle rapidly.
A street lamp directly below, the light bulb flickers on and off...
"Do you think I believe this nonsense?"
Wu Lan stood up, her beautiful face full of coldness.
However, Ning Feng, who was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, suddenly turned around,
Unnoticed by Wu Lan's gaze, he gently placed his hand on her chin, and raised his finger slightly with force.
The voice was full of confusion.
"Pick a number."
"What?" Wu Lan was shocked that she had not noticed Ning Feng's movements, and subconsciously frowned and asked.
"Choose a number you like." Ning Feng repeated,
Immediately he put down his hand on Wu Lan's chin, breathed a long sigh of relief, and asked and answered himself,
"Forget it, let me help you choose."
"How about [3]? Very auspicious."
After that, under Wu Lan's suspicious eyes, he walked straight towards the door of the conference room.
When he opened the door, the time on the watch on his right hand stopped at '6:13:17'.
……
"Go ahead."
After Ning Feng left, Wu Lan stood by the French window.
The assistant who rushed over from the door and several security guards in black suits stood respectfully.
"Do it cleanly." She hugged her shoulders in front of her and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"By the way, also, gather all the remaining security personnel in the building outside the conference room, except for the necessary places to stay."
Wu Lan thought of something, stopped her assistant who was about to leave, and made what she thought was the best decision.
Soon, Wu Lan was the only one left in the huge conference room.
The high heels under her feet touched the wine spilled on the tiles on the floor.
But she has no time or inclination to pay attention at the moment,
Instead, he frowned, looked at the increasingly bad weather outside the window, and murmured to himself:
"Choose a number...what does it mean..."
"Why is it [3]?"
Wu Lan recalled Ning Feng's last words.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the ultra-tall tower crane started quietly. Its seemingly long and narrow arm hung up the platform shelf, getting closer to the top glass.
The two maintenance workers were fully armed. "Xu Zi, can Lao Zhou do it?" On the swaying platform, an older worker turned around and looked into the cockpit of the tower crane with a worried look on his face.
"It should be fine... Before I came up, I saw that Lao Zhou had taken the medicine and prepared it in advance."
Xuzi responded hesitantly, but when she glanced at the cloudy sky, which looked like the sky was falling, her heart trembled.
"Mad, this is really not a job for others..."
……
Under the 100-meter-tall building,
Ning Feng left the Roche Group unimpeded,
The moment I stepped out of the front door, I looked at the time on my watch.
Exactly, 6:15:02 pm.
And after humming and smiling,
Ning Feng's left hand dropped to his side, and his five fingers started tapping again.
[Accidental Calculation], begins!
Street lights flickering on and off, some broken floor tiles, placed next to the flower bed, and some faded red canned spray paint...
In front of Ning Feng's eyes, streaks of red light shrouded different objects.
A huge amount of unexpected information also appeared in his mind.
[The faulty street light in front of the Roche Building flickers on and off,]
[The floor tiles thirty centimeters to the left of the street lamp have two cracks in the middle. 】
[One hand picked up the red spray paint abandoned beside the flower bed,]
[After the ninth dull thunder of the day, a pair of feet stood on the cracked floor tiles, facing the asphalt road next to it, using spray paint to paint skulls and smiling faces. 】
[The traffic policeman directing the traffic witnessed all this. He was already irritated by working overtime and rushed forward to stop it.]
[The spray-painted figure pushed away the rushing traffic police,]
[In the next few seconds, a large number of glass fragments and a figure fell in a series of collisions...]
……
High in the sky, inside the tower crane cab,
Old Zhou, who looked a little pale, was controlling the tower crane.
Even though he was ill, he still applied for this job just to get half the salary he could get elsewhere.
As one of the thousands of ordinary people who have not awakened their powers, the only way to survive in this world is to fight for their lives.
Lao Zhou raised his hand and gestured towards the two colleagues at the end of the crane arm in front, indicating that they could start.
Buzz buzz...
Accompanied by the muffled sound of machinery running, Lao Zhou controlled the crane arm and moved the two people standing on the platform frame closer to the top glass.
boom! !
Boom! !
Sounds of thunder exploded in the sky above,
Lao Zhou's nerves were tense as never before.
There was a strong wind outside, and the cold sweat on Lao Zhou's forehead became more and more intense.
Click! ! !
When bright yellow lightning danced in the clouds, Lao Zhou subconsciously closed his eyes slightly.
What followed was a rapid spasming pain in the chest and heart! !
Buzz——
The sound of the suddenly accelerating machine operation made the two people who were preparing to repair the exterior wall turn around in panic,
"No! Old Zhou!!"
……
"It's going to rain."
Black clouds are pressing down on the area, and the sky is about to collapse.
Ning Feng stood under the Roche Group building and on the sidewalk near the road.
He bent slightly and took out the long-abandoned can of red spray paint from the edge of the flower bed.
Bang, bang, bang.
I shook it in my hand a few times and it seemed to still work.
Immediately, thunder sounded again.
Ning Feng stood on the broken floor tile, turned sideways, and started spraying on the asphalt road next to it.
呲呲呲——
(End of chapter)