Tony looked at the projected picture with a serious face, especially after seeing the photo suspected to be Link, his face changed slightly.

These days, because of that weird disc, his nerves were a little tense, and he always felt something strange would happen.

And when he saw the picture on the disc, he still had a strange feeling, as if he was on the image.

“Search for related news and news!”

As Tony said, scenes appeared before him.

Almost all of them are photos after and before the outbreak.

Among them are Link, photos of several other dead people, and videos of the collapse of the entire central building!

After seeing it one by one, Tony spoke again: "Connect the satellite, I want to see the images near the center building of Hell's Kitchen, starting this morning!"

As Tony said, the screen on the screen in front of him flashed continuously, as if he was constantly discerning.

After a while, the picture stopped and Link's figure appeared in the picture.

It was nine o'clock in the morning, and Link walked to the center building like a walk, and then stopped a group of people who had just gotten out of the car.

"Invade the ground monitoring system, compare the lip voice database, simulate the sound! I want to know what he is talking about!"

Satellites are indeed very useful, but they cannot read out sounds. After all, the satellite is in a vacuum three hundred kilometers away, and the sound cannot be transmitted.

"Sir, I see that you are covered with dark clouds and your seal hall is black. I am afraid there will be a disaster of death!"

“…”

"It's a pity... a gentleman just now didn't believe it, so he died young, which is sad and lamentable!"

“…”

"This is a sign, the God of Death's favorite way. He will tell you through the sign, and then kill you in your fear!"

"As far as I know, the Kennedy Bridge accident some time ago was caused by death!"

“…”

Listening to Link's slow voice, Tony's mind once again heard what Link said.

"If you do this, I dare to conclude that you will definitely be bombed!"

"And, it was bombed by his own home!"

Tony's mouth twitched: "I hope that bastard won't be so crowed."

But when he thought of the strange scene on the disc, he was still a little worried and couldn't help but speak again: "Jarvis, do you think that Linklas also appeared at the mailbox on Ninth Street in the Bronx?"

"Yes! Sir!"

Jarvis's voice was still calm, without any fluctuation.

"Is it him? A prank? or a sign?"

Tony was a little scared at this moment. It would have been fine if he had just watched the video of the disc. Although he felt a little uncomfortable, at most he thought someone was making a prank.

I didn't think too much, but after watching the video on the disc and seeing the contents of today's news and Link's evil, Tony actually felt like a disaster was coming.

"Jarvis, have you analyzed the location of the explosion in the image?"

"Sir, the content of the disc is fictional, the images are virtual, and there is no display of the location characteristics!"

"Arranging the plane, I'm going to New York..."

“…”

Three o'clock in the afternoon.

1064, 17th Bronx.

"Sher..."

A sound of brakes sounded, and the black Cadillac was parked in front of the Link office’s door.

The car door opened, and Jin and others walked out of the car.

Everyone's expressions were very alert, and they looked around carefully, above their heads, and then they walked into the office after not seeing the danger.

"Dingling..."

The sudden sound of bells made Jin and others look like they were facing a great enemy, watching one by one.

When everyone saw that there was only a simple bell above the door, they breathed a sigh of relief.

Turning his head and looking at Linklas who was sitting quietly at his desk, he looked at them calmly.

"Mr. Trass, please forgive me for my rudeness in the morning!"

Jin Bing spoke with a hard smile on his face, and his tone seemed extremely respectful.

If it were before, Jin Bing would never have thought that one day he would be so respectful to such an ordinary boy.

In just three hours, they had already truly realized the so-called God of Death.

Everywhere, everything can become something that kills oneself.

The world is so big that they actually feel like they have nowhere to escape.

Arriving here from Hell's Kitchen, there were no less than twenty accidents of all sizes along the way.

For example, when walking on the street, a flower pot will suddenly fall off the top of your head.

When the vehicle was passing through the railway intersection, it inexplicably shut down.

I lit a cigarette, and accidentally, my clothes were lit.

Even drinking water can make you choke and breathless.

All kinds of experiences have made them deeply understand the malice of the world.

If it weren't for the protection of many subordinates, it would be difficult for them to get here.

But even so, nearly thirty people died in such accidents.

The stimulation of death made them no longer dare to neglect anything.

"What? Believe it now?"

Old God Link sat on the boss's chair, his voice neither rushed nor slow, and even had a hint of teasing.

He felt that the Death Card was so suitable for him.

As for being insidious, first of all, they have to know who is insidious!

Jin Bing smiled awkwardly when he heard this. Since he climbed to this position, no one except the Cente family dared to talk to him like this.

But now, he had no temper at all. He raised his hand and took out a bank card, put it on the desk, and said with a smile: "This is to apologize for my rudeness, and I hope Mr. Tras will not be accused of it."

He had thought about kidnapped Link, but when he thought of the god of death, the various accidents and deaths he encountered one after another, they dared not do anything randomly.

If something unexpected happens when Link is kidnapped, they will be out of help.

There is only one life, and they cannot help but cherish it.

Link's eyes lit up, and he got an unexpected gain!

What's missing is what you come from!

A dignified gangster, you shouldn't be stingy for your own life.

He raised his hand and held the bank card in his hand. Link coughed twice and said, "Well, it doesn't matter whether the money is or not. I'm just kind and I won't care about you!"

"Mr. Trass, there is another request, we want to know about death, how can we escape the disaster of death?"

As soon as Jin Bing finished speaking, five people stared at Link with ten eyes.

It looked like a group of hungry wolves staring at a piece of fat meat.

Link smiled indifferently. Can death hide if you want to?

Unless I am willing to let you go, it will be endless.

However, Link didn't intend to hide it, and wanted to fool them casually and give them some hope.

If he really forced these people to force him and did things randomly regardless of the consequences, he would have some trouble.

After looking at the few people, Link sighed: "How could death be so easily avoided? That's God!"

"If even the God of Death can escape, then it's not a god! But..."

Link didn't finish his words, and paused slightly, looking at Jin and others blinking.

Jin Bing and others' faces changed a little. They had seen too many such situations. When did they control others like this?

But since he became a gang leader, when has a boy been so controlled?

Several people looked at each other, and a bank card appeared in Jin Bing's hand again, saying, "Since Mr. Tras knows about death, he must know the weakness of death. Please tell me."

"This is a little bit of intention, I'll take it as a gentleman's expense!"

As he said that, Jin put the bank card on his desk again.

"Hey...you're just too polite!"
To be continued...