I give the world destruction and rebirth

Where is Chrissy Cunningham? How important is she to military technology? Tang Ji's heart was filled with worries.

He spared three intersections, abandoned the car provided by Military Technology on the side of the road, got into Martin's car, and picked up Sirte at an intersection a few minutes later.

When this superhuman boy came back, he not only brought back the location of the military science and technology operations center, he also made a large purchase.

At this time, he was like a San Diego native, wearing a pair of quick-drying pants, a white vest, a floral shirt, and a pair of brand-name running shoes. The labels on these items had not yet been removed.

He also had a backpack slung across his body, which was filled with chewing gum and other candies. Perhaps because the colorful packaging was similar, Tang Ji also saw a few bulk safety supplies.

If it weren't for the fact that there was a pistol in the bag, two fingers with gold rings, and a wad of small-denomination banknotes, anyone would think that this wild boy who had just entered the city was cute.

"What's going on?" Martin shook his bony fingers and put the gold ring on it into his pocket: "Did you accidentally buy too much?"

"I passed by a store to buy something secretly, and there happened to be two robbers inside. They shot at me, and I robbed their things." Surte said excitedly: "Then the clerk said that I was hers. Hero, let me take whatever I want!"

"Yeah, she probably has never seen such a cruel thief in her life. Did she wet her pants?" Martin took advantage of the moment he was talking to take off the gold ring on his other finger, and opened the car window and wiped his finger. Throw it out.

"Hey! That's my trophy!" Tang Ji and Martin didn't even see what was going on. Surte took back the two rings: "Silly man, be careful, I'm on my way!"

The saint was sitting in the back of the truck and was giggling. He was holding the Mikkelsen mask in his hand, wearing it on his face from time to time. He stared at the others with a pair of dead fish eyes and said: "I am the senior commissioner, Mikkel." Sen, please cooperate."

"It's too easy to disguise him. We should all have a mask like this so no one can detect him." The saint took off the mask and said, "What should we do next? Military technology has too many manpower."

"Go find Scorpius Boro, that hotel attendant." Tang Ji's tone was flat. No matter how impatient he was, he couldn't show it, it was meaningless.

Tang Ji forced himself to calm down. There were probably no valuable clues about the waiter. He was too conspicuous, and neither law enforcement nor military technology would let this clue go.

But if he fails to get any valuable clues from him, Tang Ji will follow the old path of military technology, starting with professionals in this industry and looking for them one by one, as well as local gangs and the San Diego Law Enforcement Bureau.

If possible, Tang Ji does not want to have a direct conflict with the local law enforcement bureau, but if things go against his wishes, there will be no rules and bottom lines.

Scorpius Boro lived on the outskirts of San Diego, almost half an hour's drive from the Sunshine Hotel. Martin slowly parked the car on the side of the road.

Compared with the city center, this place is much more desolate. Not far away is the edge of the desert, and part of the neighborhood has been buried in the yellow sand.

Here, depression and dilapidation prevail, the roads are full of cracks, and some of the single-family buildings on both sides look like they have not been inhabited for a long time.

The trash cans on the roadside are buried with all kinds of domestic garbage and exude a rancid smell. The water collection tower of United View Group is the only public facility in operation nearby.

It was just after nine o'clock in the morning, but there were only a few hurried pedestrians on the entire street. It was so desolate that even gang members didn't bother to wander around.

Parked at the door of the garage, exuding the unique luster of a new car in the sun, a Colby Lone Peak looks out of place here. This civilian pickup truck produced by Vito Company has almost no shortcomings, is extremely cost-effective, and has been very popular since it was launched.

"It seems that our friend has never driven it once after buying a new car." Martin glanced at the ruts on the ground: "It has been parked here for at least a week."

Tang Ji put the Prelude back into his holster and stood with the Saint on the left and right at the door, while Martin quietly reached the back of the house.

Surte was sitting alone in the car chewing bubble gum. Tang Ji asked him to stay here to prevent accidents, which made Surte feel that he was valued.

He planned to take advantage of this time to find something to take advantage of in the stupid guy's private collection. Tian Lian could see that this kid who started handling guns at the age of seven or eight didn't even know that there were so many different types of firearms.

During the Skull and Bones Party, they were always used for whatever they wanted, and the lifespan of firearms often depended on the price of bullets.

Door locks have never been an obstacle to Tang Ji. Whether he uses some tricks to open the door or directly breaks in, he is always a professional.

When he and the saint opened the door, a rotten smell that was far worse than a garbage dump hit their nostrils, making Tang Ji frown. It was the smell of rotting corpses.

There are a large number of takeout boxes piled up behind the door. Apparently, the high-end takeout ordered by Scorpius for a whole year has been delivered to this address. Thanks to those so-called pure natural additives, these foods have been piled here for seven or eight days and are not yet fully cooked. corruption.

Tang Ji kicked aside the takeout that was blocking the way and quickly walked into the living room and went straight to the bedroom. He could identify the location of the body by its smell.

A corpse that had taken on the appearance of a giant was lying on the bed. It was unrecognizable because of the virtual imaging helmet on its face.

The air conditioner in the room was still blowing cold air at 22 degrees Celsius. Tang Ji's behavior when he walked into the room seemed to trigger some program, and the screen on the table suddenly lit up.

"Is it you, Scorpius? I'm worried about you. You haven't been active for a long time. Get up and move around." A gentle blonde beauty approached the screen with a worried face, seeming to be watching everything in the room.

"Scorpius baby, why don't you speak? I need you, are you okay?" The woman's anxious voice came through the speaker again.

At this time, the saint also walked in, looked at the body on the bed, and then looked at the screen: "If this is a funeral, it's not bad. I have seen more miserable ones."

Tang Ji checked the body and found no obvious trauma. The head wrapped in the helmet had pus-filled skin that was beginning to fall off.

The further cause of death requires professionals and equipment to analyze, but Tang Ji is no longer interested, and the dead person cannot provide information.

At this time, after a short delay, the woman on the screen returned to her previous worried expression and said, "Is it you, Scorpius? I'm worried about you. You haven't been active for a long time. Get up and move around."

"Scorpius baby, why aren't you talking? I need you, are you okay?"

This is Scorpius's last big purchase before his death, an annual membership fee for a customized virtual girlfriend. If nothing else happens, this virtual personality's AI will call Scorpius gently throughout the next year.

This might be the most valuable purchase in his life.

Tang Ji and Saint looked at each other, and Saint carefully closed the door: "It's not a bad idea to just leave him here."

Before the two left the house, the last words they heard were: "Okay, baby, you have a good rest first. I will come see you next time. Remember, I will always love you!"

"This feels so weird. Is this the destination of the unbelievers?" The saint crossed himself on his chest. He didn't know whether it was for the dead Scorpius or for himself.

If necessary, the Saint could even shoot Scorpius without hesitation, but when the other person died, only a fake intelligent program silently cared about him, which made him feel guilty.

"People from military technology have never been here before?" The saint was a little confused. In his impression, the soldiers were definitely not as gentlemen as him. Breaking in and leaving a mess was their style.

The room was so well-preserved, it was definitely not someone from Military Technology who had visited it. The style was more like Mikkelsen, who had investigated this place.

Tang Ji could even imagine the paralyzed face opening the door as if returning to his own home, walking around the garbage, walking into the bedroom, taking a calm look at the body on the bed, then crossing out a name in the notebook, and then leaving quietly. .

But the fact that Scorpius was dead was not written in the information Mikkelsen gave him. That bastard had no intention of letting go of the matter. He also wanted the Ice Princess!

Tang Ji's eyes became sharper. Fortunately, he never believed the special correspondent from the beginning.

Capitalism is not necessarily bad, but it is easier to say when it comes to people.

Its mechanism determines that during its operation, it will crush all bright-minded guys like a millstone, and only the truly ruthless guys can stand firm.

"Let's go, pick up people at the airport, and have a good rest." Tang Ji glanced at the sun in the sky: "We are going to overturn some people's tables in the afternoon."

October is a hot season in San Diego. Not only does it have beautiful beaches, plenty of sunshine, but also countless beauties.

Tony Levins was wearing a sports suit and carrying a bucket bag as he stepped off the plane. He whistled at the beauty who was traveling with him and received a middle finger in response.

He pushed up his sunglasses, inserted the index finger of his left hand into the clenched fist of his right hand and pumped it back and forth without missing a beat.

Behind Tony was Shadow. This mysterious sniper had obviously gone through a lot during this time, and all three fingers on his left hand had been replaced with prosthetics.

"I like the weather here, but it's a pity that I can't wear shorts." Tony patted his legs and walked out of the airport with Shadow.

Shadow wore sunglasses like Tony. If he got close, he could see a trace of red light flickering from the edge of the sunglasses.

"The head is already here. You'd better get into shape quickly. My window data shows that you are three kilograms fatter than before and are not in your best condition." Shadow glanced at Tony, carrying his bag and walking straight towards where Martin parked his car. go.

"Who is out of shape! I just recently replaced my prosthetic limb with an extended-range battery pack!" Tony defended: "Three kilograms is just the weight of a few screws for people like us! You can't slander my professional attitude! "

"The Shadows are back!" Ender stood in front of the car window, pushing his sunglasses down and scanning everyone in the car. His pair of dark red artificial eyes were always reminiscent of those in the Terminator series of movies. of robots.

"Did you miss me?" Tony hugged Shadow's neck from behind and waved vigorously regardless of the other person's resistance: "I brought you a gift!"

"Huh? Where did this little kid come from? Your son?" Tony took off his sunglasses exaggeratedly, looked at Surte and asked Tangji.

"He is our new team member and is in the assessment period." Looking at everyone getting in the car, Tang Ji motioned for Martin to drive: "I want to know if you can get into the mission immediately?"

"Okay." Shadow said as he took off his coat and started looking for his equipment in the carriage.

"I thought I could enjoy the beach and bikini for a while." Tony looked regretful, but also threw his bucket bag behind: "I'm always at your disposal, boss!"

"Very good, because our competitor this time is the Military Technology Group, and there is also an organization hiding in the dark. Please brace yourself." Tang Ji sent the mission briefing he had just written to the team members: "We The current target is the Midnight Judge Gang."

"This name sounds uneducated." Tony couldn't hold back and laughed.

"Our goal is not to defeat this gang, but to force them to tell us about the Ice and Snow Princess. That girl disappeared on their territory. They may know something." Tang Ji sighed, and he used two words.

He didn't know if the other party really grasped the relevant situation. After all, the name of this gang didn't feel that strong, but fortunately, its strength was much higher than the name.

"The Midnight Judge Gang occupies a quarter of San Diego's blocks, and it controls the most oily waterfront area." Tangji called up a map of San Diego on the terminal, and a red area was highlighted: "In this All illegal activities in the area are related to the Midnight Judge Gang, including kidnapping."

Those professional gangs that specialize in kidnapping will give the Midnight Judge Gang a share of the proceeds from each order, not just the Midnight Judge Gang. This is obviously some kind of unspoken rule in Baja California. Wherever the kidnapping occurs, it will be given to the underground gangs there. divided into.

"So in theory, the Midnight Judge Gang is the beneficiary of the Ice and Snow Princess's disappearance." Tang Ji crossed the screen: "They have nearly 1,500 members, and the only one worth noting is the class called the Judges. That is Their elite armed forces.”

The name of the Midnight Judge Gang is ridiculous, but it was originally established by a group of law enforcers who were dissatisfied with the status quo. They were law enforcers during the day, and at night, after midnight, they became real judges, executing those they thought deserved to die. people.

It's a pity that those law enforcers corrupted too quickly. They quickly degenerated from criminal police officers into full-fledged gang members, and were finally eliminated from the law enforcement team. It only took three months.

But the Midnight Judge Gang still has backers within the Law Enforcement Bureau. For example, this time, they got the news in advance and all members hunkered down.

"We need to find the real judge and let him tell the truth." Tang Ji placed a photo of a man in the center of the screen: "Although it is a small scene, everyone must cheer up, because we may encounter military technology at any time. armed squad."

"Then the small scene turned into a big scene."

PS: Now that I’m home, I can type with peace of mind. I’ll come back later to check for typos.