RNP Chapter 236 A typical case of a brain being destroyed.
Chapter 236 A typical case of a brain being destroyed.
Chapter 236 A typical case of a brain being destroyed.
Zhang Ye eventually joined.
Besides being a member of the propaganda department in secret, he will become the first president of the Doll Protection Association.
The propaganda department has already prepared the relevant materials for him and created a tragic persona for him.
"Have you heard the story of buying the box and returning the pearl? These days, the most important thing is packaging and persona. Which debuting witch doesn't have a persona? Even our company's Lanlanlu has one."
The prophet's words reminded him of a witch who had recently become very popular.
The streamer, nicknamed "Witch Blue Road," claims to be a foreigner who taught herself Chinese. She speaks with a strange accent and takes an abstract approach to life. She has become like brothers with her viewers in her live stream.
"So Lanlanlu's character is fictional," he exclaimed in surprise.
"Not entirely. At least, she is indeed a foreigner, and she taught herself Chinese." The prophet's expression was strange.
In fact, this group of Blood Gods were not just foreigners, they could be described as aliens.
"But that's not important. What's important is that we filmed yesterday's march. From now on, your persona will be that of a victim who resolutely fights against the demons and monsters after the dolls were burned."
Zhang Ye hesitated for a moment and said, "Actually, I'm not that desperate..."
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"From now on, you must have it." The prophet interrupted him and gave him another list. "The company has also found several other victims. In the future, you will be the Seven Warlords of the Sea under the Association."
"The enemy's first wave of propaganda offensive has arrived, and our counterattack will focus on protecting the dolls and even fighting for human rights. Other focuses will be on the protesters breaking into homes and committing robberies and thefts."
Exploiting the enemy's weaknesses, shifting the topic, or creating incidents to divert public attention are all tactics employed by the propaganda department.
They criticized the protesters for breaking into homes, stealing dolls, and burning them without the owners' consent.
They employ people in poor economic circumstances to deliberately damage company products, and even collude with customers to destroy the dolls they have purchased, and then pour dirty water on the enemy.
They also bribed professors at some well-known universities to publish papers proving that the company's products were harmless and reliable, thus gaining theoretical support.
Hiring online trolls, shills, and defaming enemy products and reputations... the battlefield of public opinion is invisible, but the real battlefield is quite different.
"In addition to pharmaceuticals and health products, the Comon Pharmaceutical Group has also made outstanding achievements in biological research and was originally scheduled to launch a new generation of bio-batteries in a month."
Modi spoke each word carefully, holding a Blood-Transforming Divine Blade, the blade pressed against the neck of a middle-aged bald man.
"However, Stix's sudden emergence disrupted your plans. Our bio-batteries are far superior to yours in both performance and environmental friendliness."
He pushed the blade forward slightly, his tone gentle: "Do you have any last words? CEO of Komon Pharmaceuticals..."
gentlemen?"
The bald man was silent for a moment, then calmly said, "Killing me won't bring down Comon Pharmaceuticals. As a giant pharmaceutical company, I am only important to them, not essential."
As a seasoned veteran of the business world, he had already survived numerous assassination attempts and brushes with death, and knew that in such situations, it was crucial not to panic.
Staying calm is the only way to seize a glimmer of hope.
"I've seen the video of you dispersing the protesters. It showed a new type of weapon, radiation rays. If our researchers are not mistaken, those soldiers wrapped in radiation suits were also carrying portable individual nuclear reactors."
"Our company is very interested in this. If your company is willing, we can withdraw from our efforts to suppress your company and hope to cooperate with your company on this technology."
Even at this point, the bald man didn't forget to talk business, and even started to think about the radiation engineers.
"You're certainly ambitious, but unfortunately, your plans have backfired. Just now, Stix signed a cooperation agreement with Hongtu."
Modi gave a forced smile, ignoring the other's astonished expression, and continued, "Why do you think I came to kill you? To continue our war? No, our war is over."
"I'm here to kill you, not for official business, but for revenge. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth—you've heard that old saying, haven't you?"
The bald man's eyes widened, his composure gone.
He wasn't afraid of those bald men who came for profit, but only of madmen obsessed with revenge.
Because the former can resolve disputes by conceding benefits, while the latter, no matter how much money they are given, will not be able to resolve the issue.
"You really think you can just let it go like this, sending someone to assassinate me in my office last time?"
Modi's hand holding the knife trembled, and a line of blood appeared on the bald man's neck.
His pupils lost their luster, and life had left him.
Even Hongtu's life insurance services couldn't save him.
"We should go, or we'll run into Hongtu's insurance investigators."
Modi chuckled softly, his figure dissipating into a blood mist that merged into the surrounding air.
Three minutes later, a low humming sound came from outside the manor.
The entire wall of the manor was cut off, and a floating vehicle bearing the logo of Hongtu Life Engineering Group was suspended in the air outside the manor.
The lights illuminated the interior of the manor, reflecting the bald man's corpse on the ground.
The car door opened, and four life insurance service personnel from Hongtu jumped out. Two of them were responsible for guarding the body, while the other two were responsible for examining the body and providing first aid.
Following the four was an insurance investigator in a black suit, looking exhausted. He rubbed his temples and said indifferently, "Our target this time is Lanser, the CEO of Comon Pharmaceuticals, who once had a Platinum-level life insurance policy."
He had just finished reading from the script when a life insurance agent stood up, shook his head, and said, "Investigator, the brain of this corpse has been turned into mush; there is no possibility of recovery."
"Oh?" The insurance investigator raised an eyebrow. "There was only one wound on the neck, so why was his brain turned into mush?"
"Not just the brain, but the internal organs too," another life insurance agent said. "The inside of this body is probably just a pool of blood..."
No sooner had he finished speaking than white brain matter gushed from the corpse's nose and ears, its muscles deflated like a punctured balloon, and a large amount of blood flowed from beneath it.
In the end, all that remained was a thin skin, left to bleed in the pool of blood.
The life insurance service personnel remained silent for a long time, while the investigator showed an interested expression. "Strange, strange, what kind of weapon killed him? How could it achieve such an effect?"
In his view, this weapon might serve as a deterrent, a warning to those at Comon Pharmaceuticals.
"To everyone at Hongtu."
The sound came from the corridor. The investigator looked up and saw a security team from Comon Pharmaceuticals escorting a young man in a suit.
"Since President Lancer is powerless to reverse the situation, everyone from Hongtu, please leave. Our company has some internal matters to attend to," the young man said.
The investigator glanced at him, nodded, and said, "Alright, since this is your company's private matter, we shouldn't interfere."
"We will refund the corresponding insurance amount to the account of the client's relative."
Leaving those words behind, the investigator led the Hongtu team back to the airship.
Only the people from Komon Pharmaceutical remained in the manor.
The young man watched the insurance agent with grand ambitions leave, his gaze then shifting to the bloody human skin on the floor.
Lancer's gruesome death shocked his mind. He couldn't fathom what kind of weapon could have left behind such a horrific corpse.
He felt a chill run down his spine, and his hand tightened around the note in his pocket.
This note was left to him by Stix's men.
"It'll be a pleasure working together... I hope so," he thought to himself.
After Lancer's death, the position of CEO of Comon Pharmaceuticals became vacant, and he had to do everything he could, regardless of the cost, to climb the corporate ladder.
Even if it means cooperating with the company's competitors.
In the Ring Realm, the witch's battle is nearing its end.
Unlike before, this time she was not fighting a Titan, but a witch sent by a rival company.
The corporate wars in the real world eventually spread to the Ring Realm and involved the witch.
"The Great Witch is nothing special."
The witch grabbed the opponent's fist with her bare hands, crushed it, and lunged forward, trying to get closer to the blue figure.
However, her opponent clearly understood her abilities, and retreated rapidly, creating distance between them while unleashing a series of invisible shocks.
Her ability lies in her powerful and straightforward strength; she was the one who resolved the Amikane Fault Incident at Sakurajima.
At that time, she used only one punch to flatten the strangely transformed Amikagake.
Even now, as she fights at sea, her every move can still trigger a tsunami.
However, even with such terrifying power, she was still forced to retreat by the witch.
Because of the witch's abilities, the fatal blows posed an immense threat to her, no, to anything.
Despite the fact that the other party's abilities required close proximity to be effective, she still dared not approach them.
The sheer mechanic of dying instantly upon contact far surpasses any numerical value.
"Escape? You have nowhere to escape now." A smile crept across the witch's lips. "Just now, my follower count surpassed five small goals."
"What?" The blue figure was startled. As a "big witch" whose number of fans had already exceeded five small goals, she knew exactly what this meant.
On the retina, the enemy vanished instantly.
Without hesitation, she turned around, clenched her fists, and slammed them down hard.
The force of her punch stirred up a monstrous wave, but there was only a cloud of blood mist in front of her, and it didn't actually land.
"A classic case of using brute force to destroy one's brain."
A familiar voice came from behind her. Before that, something had pressed against her back, the touch feeling like a hand.
"Oh no!" She turned around with all her might, managing to squeeze out a sentence before her body completely collapsed: "My brain isn't broken!"
The voice and the body vanished together, leaving only a single figure in the entire sea.
As the victor, the witch breathed a sigh of relief. Thanks to her recent surge in followers, she has been reaping a huge harvest of faith and has now joined the ranks of the great witches.
Corporate warfare can bring not only losses but also opportunities; at least she has received more attention because of the recent Stix controversy.
Even if some of them are trolls and haters.
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