The hesitation of Transparent Bridge led to Rohard not making a choice, and Rohard not making a choice made Fake Smith feel that he was hesitating.

The desire to live is growing, and Fake Smith raised his hands, signaling that there was nothing in his hands, and stood up from under the table.

"Friend, kill me and you won't get anything... But if you're willing to let me go, I can give you all the things you want..." Fake Smith made a light voice to avoid making this look harmless

The fat white man suddenly became angry and slowly moved his pace to find a place to escape.

For example, the large floor-to-ceiling window behind you.

"Although I don't know what happened, maybe I can help you...there is something wrong with your family? Or is it a shortage of money or a career problem. Look, I am a celebrity and very rich..."

The fake Smith, who moved quietly, glanced back quickly. He wanted to see if this height could kill him, but he saw a familiar muscle car downstairs.

"That car...wait! It was Smith who asked you to come!?" Fake Smith exclaimed in dismay. "You are in the same group with that fake guy!!!"

The transparent bridge that was about to choose stopped and did not continue to make a choice. She suddenly wondered how the plot would continue if she didn't make a choice.

Rohard treated him silently.

"Wait, don't you know?" Fake Smith frowned slightly, his eyes shaking, and his brown pupils showed a little bit of surprise, a little bit of surprise, and a strong sense of gratitude. "He is fake."

A new option should pop up at this time. However, because the previous option has not been completed, the plot is strangely trapped in a "stuttering" state. Whether it can be pushed depends entirely on how to make up for it by fake Smith.

"It seems you don't know..."

Fake Smith breathed a long sigh of relief and relaxed a lot. She even pulled over the boss's chair and sat on it, covering her beating heart. "Let me guess what he said..."

Fake Smith, who was sitting on the boss's chair, bent his back, shrank his shoulders, and the bottom layer was exposed between his eyebrows, and his worries were mixed with some optimism.

Players almost thought that the fake Smith was played by the real Smith.

Fake Smith was imitating and shouting: "That bastard has snatched everything from me, wealth, reputation, and those women should have been mine! Oh, and my good white brother, you. Help me take these back

, I'm willing to give you half!"

"Ha, you are not the first one. Every once in a while, there are stupid people who are bewitched by him... The poor man comes to me to ask for everything back and show you something."

Fake Smith dropped a hand, slowly opened the drawer, took out a few newspapers pressed down below, and pushed them towards Rohard: "Look, he must have not told you these things."

Rohad silently dropped his arm and walked to the desk to look in turn.

"Real and fake Smith! Smith is accused by similar people again"

"DNA Identification, Smith has no blood relationship with imitators"

"Smith generously forgives imitators for inviting him to be a stunt actor but is rejected"

"Or he cried and told the truth that the media had been bribed by me?"

Fake…or real Smith’s voice sounded slowly.

"Don't be stupid. You know those hyenas-like media. Pulling a star down brings a lot of ratings than ordinary news. Even if it's broadcasting fake news, they are very good at it, just like smearing our past

Hope Michael Jackson does that.”

Smith's tone became low and he looked at the wall—there was a whole scene of him taking photos with other celebrity dignitaries.

The lowest level are councillors from various districts, including leaders of various parties and UN officials.

"So young man, are you willing to believe the crazy words of a street gangster, or believe me?"

Smith remained silent.

Because the Transparent Bridge faction did not make a choice.

Smith didn't know this, and his eyes shifted from the walls to the gun in Rohard's hand, and continued to lure Rohard to change his mind: "I will declare to the public that the killer who attacked me this time has escaped, and then hire you as a bodyguard,

Keep me safe, the salary will definitely satisfy you. And I only have one request… Kill that fake Smith.”

Smith moved the sofa forward a little.

"Think about it. I want to smoke a cigar, I don't think you're concerned?"

As he said that, he reached into the drawer again and said to himself: "Or you can also get one."

Transparent bridge suddenly felt something was wrong and chose option 1 without thinking.

But the Transparent Bridge made a choice, Chi Shen, smelled the fragrance, but Jun Moxiao didn't have time to do this-

A bad scene happened, and the players watched Smith grab a Magnum from the drawer and pull the trigger to Rohard, who was holding his hands behind the table.

Bang!

The deafening guns echoed in the office, and Rohard's chest exploded with blood and fell backwards.

thump--

Rohard fell dullly on the floor, and the blood red color of the white shirt was quickly smudged.

Da-da-da-da-da-

Footsteps sounded, and a shadow fell down, covering Rohard.

Smith walked to the side and looked down at Rohard from a high place.

The lights falling from the ceiling made it difficult for players to see the face clearly, and they could only vaguely see the cigar that Smith was holding.

A black shadow fell in a curve and was hitting the wound. Rohard twitched slightly due to the pain in the wound.

That was another cigar.

"Idiot...that genuine product never discovered what the real reason for his failure..."

Fake Smith whispered, and as he retreated, the dazzling white light from the ceiling spilled endlessly.

The black muzzle was facing Rohard on the floor, and his cold face pulled the trigger again without mercy.

Dingling-dingling-dingling-dingling-dingling-dingling-dingling-

The sudden sharp phone ringing sound was extremely harsh in the white light, as if it was an alarm clock that woke people up from their dreams.

As the phone rings, more noisy sounds penetrated into my ears.

The endless white light slowly faded away.

Rohard sat at his desk, pressing his hands on the computer, and the screen in front of him opened the notepad, filled with disordered letters and symbols.

Scream-

The door of the manager's office behind Rohard was pulled open, and the middle-aged manager who walked out saw characters typing on the screen document at a glance. The drop-down box on the right was only the size of his fingers, which means he had been doing this for a while.

The middle-aged manager shrugged indifferently and placed the empty mug on Rohard's table: "Pour me a cup of coffee, if you don't want to, forget it."

Rohard turned his head and stared at the empty mug that was still clean at the moment. And in the eyes of the players, options emerged.

【Go and pick up a cup of hot coffee】

【Put the mug into the manager's butt to see if you are dreaming】

【Put the mug into the manager's butt to see if you predict the future】

Time goes back to the beginning!
Chapter completed!