Chapter 57 You are sick and need treatment - "The system sends editors, from delivery clerk to 007 agent"
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He found himself tied to a chair, his mouth sealed with tape. There was a young man sitting in front of him, holding a black pistol in his hand and fidgeting with it.
Li Zhiyi struggled violently, roaring indistinctly from his throat, twisting his body desperately, and the seat made a scraping sound on the ground.
Gu Chengan didn't even look at him. He always maintained a calm posture, his eyes were indifferent, and there was no emotion at all.
He raised the pistol, facing the direction of the theater screen, closed one eye, as if aiming at something, put his finger lightly on the trigger guard, slowly adjusted his posture, then put it down again, changed his posture and continued to play, ignoring the opponent's struggle the whole time.
Li Zhiyi struggled even harder, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his eyes were full of panic.
The chair creaked more violently.
Gu Chengan still ignored him and waited quietly for time to pass, playing with his pistol from time to time.
It is often this situation of not saying anything that is more frightening.
One minute, two minutes, five minutes.
The only sound left in the theater was Li Zhiyi's rapid breathing and occasional whimpers. His struggle gradually weakened and he ran out of energy.
Ten minutes.
Gu Chengan finally stood up, his movements calm and leisurely.
He put away the gun and walked out of the theater without looking back. He closed the door behind him and made sure it was tightly closed.
Gu Chengan took out his mobile phone, unlocked the screen with his fingerprint, and opened the Tianzhu app.
The ten-minute time limit has expired, and Li Zhiyi's relevant memory information has been generated.
He clicked on the video list.
There are a lot of them, more than I've seen before.
Gu Chengan took a deep breath, suppressed the emotions in his heart, and clicked on the first video.
After watching it for a while, his expression darkened.
First video.
In the picture, Li Zhiyi is sitting in a well-decorated office. Opposite him are three people in suits and ties, all of whom are the top figures of an anti-Eastern University organization.
Li Zhiyi smiled brightly, picked up the tea cup and made a toast, saying: "Don't worry about the funds. The money transferred by the predecessor's media line cannot be traced."
The scene changes.
Li Zhiyi was leaning on the leather sofa watching this live broadcast. The scene showed the streets with flames blazing into the sky, black-clad crowds surging, bricks and bottles flying all over the sky, and white smoke from tear gas canisters filling the camera lens.
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