All For The Mission/C1 Jump off the Building?
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C1 Jump off the Building?

"Friends above, there will always be this type of torment in life. If it isn't a tribulation that will defeat you, then it will be you who will overcome it. Your life is still very long, the tribulation isn't undefeatable either. Please think left and right, cherish your life, perhaps the next stop will be happiness!

Friends from above, there will always be this type of tribulation that they have to face in life. If it is not a trial to defeat you, then it is to defeat a trial. . . "The policeman in black held a megaphone in his hand. He raised his head and repeated this sentence to the roof with a serious and numb expression. Every sentence sounded like it was being played in a loop in the cool dog music. He repeated it over and over again.

Surrounded by a sea of people, the small road was boiling in the dark. The police, medical, noise, and so on were mixed together. It was really annoying.

Feng Anlin narrowed his eyes and looked at the noisy people downstairs. His hand was on the iron fence in front of him, and he always had a casual smile on his face. Even if the Earth was about to leave orbit and rush to the sun at this moment, he could still act so leisurely.

The cold wind of the night swept past the hair on his forehead, revealing his calm and deep black eyes. He looked down and saw more and more round dots gathering downstairs, and the smile on his lips deepened.

"Haha, this group of people really makes me want to laugh. " His right index finger rubbed against his thin red lips. He said that he wanted to laugh, but there was not a trace of a smile in his eyes.

It was still noisy downstairs. Feng Yanlin's expression did not change at all. He slowly raised his hand and slowly moved back and forth in the air. It was as if he was drawing someone's face, but also as if he was drawing the scenery in his heart on an invisible piece of paper.

As his hand moved, he also whispered to himself, "This world is no longer interesting. It's time to abandon it. "

Feng Yanlin stopped what he was doing and his eyes slowly revealed a frightening smile. He then took out the dagger he had on him and held it in his hand. He smiled and cut open the skin on his wrist. Each cut was very slow. It was like he was treating his beloved steak with a slow cut. He watched as the blood in the meat quietly flowed on the white plate and condensed into a small puddle. The taste of blood was unimaginably delicious.

Feng Yanlin looked at his wrist and his gaze slowly softened. When the blood on his wrist turned from dark red to bright red, His hand paused, and with a twist, he threw the bloodstained dagger into the air, letting the rest of the dagger fall from the tall building to the ground.

Seeing the black dots on the ground make way for the blood-stained dagger, Feng Yanlin laughed even more happily.

Blood splattered all over the ground and dyed his expensive silver-white suit red. His slender and thin body made him look like a candle flickering in the wind, about to extinguish at any moment.

Feng Yanlin's vision became more and more blurred. He was not afraid. Instead, he calmly leaned against the iron fence and sat on the roof made of cement. He did not know whether the temperature on the ground was too low or his body temperature was too low. At this moment, he felt a chill from the tip of his feet to the top of his head.

"Haha, this world is really boring. " When he was about to faint, Feng Yanlin slightly knocked his eyes as if he had fallen into a deep sleep the next moment, but he said very clearly and calmly.

The dark clouds gradually dispersed, revealing a full moon that was as bright as a silver plate. Under the moonlight, a cold breeze blew past.

Not long after, the door that was locked by Feng Yanlin in advance to the rooftop made a series of banging sounds. The banging sounds continued for more than a minute, and then there was a huge bang. The tightly locked iron door and the door frame were knocked to the ground.

Behind the door were policemen in black with serious expressions. When they saw Feng Yanlin quietly sitting under the iron fence, dressed in a blood-stained silver-white suit, and the blood around his wrist had dried up, and his eyes were closed but he was smiling, everyone's face was pale.

If they ignored the blood on Feng Yanlin's body and the blood that was still flowing out from his wrist, he would be like a living person sleeping soundly. But it was this feeling that made their hair stand on end. Who could commit suicide with that kind of sleeping face? And with their countless number of eyes that looked at corpses, how could they not see that the wound on the wrist was not a one-time cut, but a cut that looked like a dismembered knife?

No one did not cherish their own lives. Because they deeply knew that they only had one life. If they lost it, then there would be nothing left. However, what terrified them about Feng Yanlin's death wasn't his death, but why did he seek death? In this world, Feng Yanlin was the biggest winner. Why did he choose death?

If it was a normal person who would choose to guard those properties and live through this long and short life, then why did Feng Yanlin choose death after having everything?

There were countless speculations about this question after Feng Yanlin died, but this question would not get a perfect explanation.

Because they were human.

So, they didn't understand.

Just when they thought that Feng Yanlin's death was just an unexpected episode in their lives, reality gave them a huge slap in the face.

As the president with a net worth of hundreds of billions, Feng Yanlin had close to three million small companies, more than seventy thousand subsidiary companies, and more than ten large companies around the world. Now that the leader of this huge business had disappeared from this world, the hundreds of millions of companies without a leader were like a fat piece of meat waiting to be slaughtered. Whether it was the government or the underground dark forces, they all wanted a share.

In an instant, this world boiled up. The competition in the industry, the suppression of the government with all their strength, the rise of the dark forces, and this numb world gradually fell into a cage of desire.

When they fought with each other and fought with all their strength against the enemy, all the companies built by Feng Yanlin, be it small companies, subsidiaries, or large companies, all went bankrupt at this moment. The reason was none other than the lack of funds and the inability of the core to operate, resulting in the bankruptcy of all the companies.

Those who fought for resources and property also lost nearly half of their financial and material resources. The stability of the three parties, which was barely maintained, also fell apart because of the fight for this piece of rotten meat that was once seen as fat. The relationship between them also eased up to become stiff.

As long as it was a fuse, they would believe it. Even if it was a country that was so powerful that it was hard to imagine right now, it might be instantly divided up by other countries because of internal strife.

This world, along with Feng Yanlin's death, became filled with danger.

However, no matter how dangerous this world was, the iron hoof of time would not stop for even half an hour.

In this world, Feng Yanlin had died, but in another world, Feng Yanlin had just been revived.

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