I give the world destruction and rebirth

"In order to kidnap Collins Kennedy, someone used heavy machine guns and forty drones in the city, but do you think this is a street war?" Major Mavia from Military Technology used his gloves to beat a lieutenant left and right. s face.

"If street wars are of this level, just pray that those gang members will not rush to land in Hawaii!" Major Mavia tidied his black military uniform and inspected the scene.

He was so angry at the report handed over by his subordinates just now. After careful judgment, they believed that this was a street war. Major Mavia now doubted how those people graduated from the training camp.

These newcomers who have just turned eighteen are too inexperienced. They basically grew up in Hawaii. They are so-called "local soldiers" and their loyalty to military technology is impeccable.

Major Mavia didn’t know what the military technology group would look like in another ten or twenty years. It might be a new country, and he could no longer see the future path of this behemoth.

He only knows that if he fails to complete the task, this year's bonus and vacation will be all wasted.

In order to find the girl named Chrissie Cunningham, Major Mavia almost turned the entire city of San Diego upside down this week.

Both the city government and the underground forces have reached their limit of tolerance for military technology, especially the United View Group. They are very angry about the use of military technology to show off their power on their own territory.

Asking the Enterprise Joint Investigation Office to intervene is a kind of protest. United Beauty Group is indeed nothing in front of military technology, but when it comes to individuals, Major Mavia feels that the pressure on himself is a bit high.

Heavily armed soldiers roaming the city, military drones constantly cruising in the sky, and scandals about military technology breaking out from time to time have had a great impact on San Diego's tourism industry.

Since yesterday, Major Mavia has found that he has no support from the Law Enforcement Bureau. Coincidentally, at midnight today, the Judge Gang, the black glove that was almost openly displayed by the Law Enforcement Bureau, was attacked.

Moreover, the attackers used heavy weapons, and the entire operation was so professional that it is hard not to think of a military technology group.

Major Marvel looked at the survivors' transcripts, but found nothing useful. The attackers left no clues, and the nearby cameras all failed before the attackers started taking action.

What makes him even more troublesome is that the dead face of the special commissioner of the Joint Investigation Office appears at the scene again. Major Marvel must give him respect and necessary support.

And he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that the face looked somewhat similar to that of his old superior.

"Mr. Commissioner, is there anything I can do for you?" Major Marvel subconsciously saluted, secretly complaining about the Commissioner's dress sense.

"Yes." Mikkelsen glanced at the other party expressionlessly: "Step back, you are standing on the footprints left by the attacker."

Mikkelsen looked at the footprints on the ground. He had already guessed that the attackers were Tang Ji's group. The footprints were at least fifty yards long and belonged to a big man. Tang Ji's small team happened to have a man who was good at using Big Indian with heavy firepower.

"What do you get out of Collins?" Mikkelsen mused. "Just luck? Maybe not that simple?"

Of course, Mikkelsen is not idle and only pays special attention to little people like Tang Ji. As early as when the prophet was just a carefree and silly child, he was already a black hand behind many companies and secretly controlling the world.

On the surface, he is just a senior investigator of the Joint Enterprise Investigation Office, but no one knows that the person who first proposed this concept was Mikkelsen himself.

Of course, at that time, he was still a shareholder of a mediocre weapons company called Practical Weapons Technology Development Group, which later developed into a famous military technology.

Mikkelsen achieved freedom of wealth and even freedom of time a long time ago. Because of the ability of avatar, he can pursue all the things that interest him.

For example, what are you, what are the limits of your abilities, and what are the existences of those who call themselves players.

Mikkelsen secretly guided the establishment of the Enterprise Federation, which eventually gave birth to the specific action department of the Investigation Office.

Compared to the prophet's model of making small fuss and accumulating wealth by referring to the future of buying stocks, Mikkelsen went a step further and directly created wealth.

Subverting a country and building another one, the wealth accumulated by millions or even tens of millions of people over decades becomes his as soon as it changes hands.

Mikkelsen has many avatars working in major companies, ranging from high-level to grassroots. Most of them don't even need plastic surgery. They just need to simply change their hair style, get more sun, and wear glasses. , you can avoid a lot of trouble by changing your dressing style.

Not only did he have undercover agents in the Prophet's Ark organization, he even had undercover agents in the group of converts.

Mikkelsen knew that Tang Ji was one of the Seven Deadly Sins, but he didn't take it very seriously. He had already secretly observed greed and jealousy before Tang Ji.

He doesn't think these two are any threat. Mikkelsen can improve the methods used by players to deal with them ten times.

In fact, Mikkelsen had all the information about superhumans in the Prophet's office. What really troubled him were those sub-level superhumans.

For example, Carter Willer, nicknamed Mr. Good Luck, Mikkelsen knew that he was gambling wildly every night in Las Vegas and even participated in high-profile gambling competitions around the world, but he just couldn't catch him.

The inexplicable luck problem made it difficult for Mikkelsen to move forward. He even felt that there was an invisible hand secretly controlling his fate.

And Tanguy made Mikkelson feel the same way.

Mikkelsen has been secretly fighting against players and naturalized forces for decades. He has subverted one company after another that was suspected of being controlled by players, and hunted down potential naturalized people one after another.

But in front of Tang Ji, the efficiency of the investigation office seemed a bit ridiculous. That reckless man could always go on a rampage and involve a lot of bugs.

Regarding the disappearance of Chrissie Cunningham, Mikkelsen only took three days to connect all the clues together, and even secretly cleared up some key clues so that Tangji could not find a clue.

He just wanted to do a test to see if Tang Ji was really that 'lucky'.

Now, Tang Ji clearly passed this test. It only took him less than forty-eight hours to find the key person, and Mikkelsen watched the whole process.

Totally unreasonable

The group completely ignored the clues he deliberately left and went straight to the answer so fast that Mikkelsen could hardly react, which made him feel like he was talking to a cow.

But this cow has a destiny.

Mikkelsen looked up at the scorching sun at noon. The strong sunlight stimulated him to shed tears: "Is this the weapon you chose and belongs to us? I really can't understand it."

While Mikkelsen was still looking up to the sky and asking questions, Tanguy and his team were already ready to go.

This time, everyone except Ethan was organized into the action team. Even Soult was issued a classic submachine gun. Ever since he saw the effect of this thing that day, he had been thinking about it.

"If we succeed, you should immediately carry out the evacuation procedures." Tang Ji glanced at the detective's house: "Destroy everything that cannot be taken away. We will meet on Route 66."

"No problem, head!" Ethan glanced at the medical car and rubbed his hands with excitement.

"I have cleaned up the remaining drugs in advance. I think you are in good condition and can enter the complete withdrawal treatment period." Anthony's words broke Ethan's fantasy: "Remember to clean up our biological traces before leaving. "

"What do you mean?" Ethan asked with a downcast face.

"Set a fire and burn this place without leaving any traces." Martin looked like he had experience and patted Ethan's shoulder hard.

"What a pity, I just came here and haven't experienced the beaches and hot girls here yet." Tony threw the beach clothes aside with a regretful face, and then put on his helmet: "I hope that ice and snow princess is worth all the trouble we go through to save her. But it’s much harder than saving the princess.”

"Strictly speaking, we are also going to kidnap her. This is a gangster attack." The saint corrected Tony's mistake: "If you were the only one to come forward, I guess she might prefer to stay with the current kidnapper."

"Our saint has matured!" Tony looked at the saint exaggeratedly: "When we first met, you could only recite the Bible, and it almost annoyed me to death. This good boy has made progress!"

"But I still miss your unruly look." Tony shook his finger and got back the game.

What interrupted them was the sound of shadow bullets clearing the barrel. The taciturn sniper reached out to catch the ejected bullet, checked his weapon one last time, and nodded to Tang Ji.

"Let's set off." Tang Ji patted Sirte's helmet: "You follow me during the action. I know you are very powerful, but you'd better learn how we fight first."

Soult bit his lip and spit out the tasteless gum on the ground, but then he picked it up obediently under Anthony's stern eyes, wrapped it in tinfoil and put it in his pocket.

"Don't leave too many biological samples. We have used a nerve gas that was specifically targeted at specific groups of people." Anthony explained to Soult: "We dropped fifteen tons of poison gas in a town with a population of 20,000. Two hundred and seventy-two of them were killed accurately, relying on collecting biological information."

Soult glanced at Anthony with some awe. Since joining this group, he has learned countless new knowledge about killing.

The driver was still Martin. Although everyone except Soult knew how to drive, obviously no one wanted to have a heavily armed man squeezed into the back of the seat in a temperature of nearly 40 degrees with a big man over two meters tall.

This car was found by Ethan. He used a drone to find a van that had been parked for two weeks, hacked into the assisted driving system, and let the car drive all the way into the detective's house on its own.

"Alia, is there any reaction from the military technology people?" Tang Ji asked into the headset.

"Those idiots are still hanging around the bar you attacked." Alia's cheerful voice immediately came online: "Do you need me to plan a route for you? I can take over the city's transportation system and ensure that you have green lights all the way!"

"No, Aria, we don't want to attract too much attention." Tang Ji glanced at Collins, who was tied up and thrown at the back. Next to him was a weapon box full of micro-missiles.

"No! I just fine-tune the timing speed of the traffic control light according to your speed. No one will notice." Aaliya said confidently: "Leave it to me!"

Aaliyah's enthusiasm was irresistible, and she did have the ability to do it. Tang Ji didn't see the car accident, so it was obvious that Aaliyah's time difference calculation was accurate enough.

One side of the marina street is a warehouse area, and the other side is a pier used to park luxury yachts. This is a deep-water port, and all yachts parked here are parked for a long time.

These extremely luxurious and capable private ‘battleships’ displayed their appearance in a mighty manner.

Tang Ji could even see a military radar installed on the top of a yacht. The overall shape looked very close to the Federation Navy's Aegis-class guided missile ship. Obviously, the wealthy people who could afford to buy yachts paid great attention to safety.

"Boss, when we evacuate, is it... is it possible to build a boat like that!" Tony looked at the yacht on the beach and swallowed his jealous saliva.

"Then being chased and beaten by the Queen Diana?" Tang Ji asked while wiping the barrel of Prelude's gun.

"I'm just making a immature suggestion." Tony smiled sarcastically, forgetting about the aircraft carrier parked offshore.

"There is a yacht here with a diving function, the Golden Time." Aaliya thoughtfully placed a weird-looking golden yacht on Tang Ji's goggles: "If something unexpected happens, it can be used as a backup. route, as long as you can break into its main control room and perform a hard link, I can hack into its control system."

"Whose ship is that?" Tang Ji looked at the ship with some emotion. After all, their previous evacuation plan could only hope to move fast enough that military technology would not have time to stop them.

If they can evacuate from the water, the surprise will be even greater. Even if the Queen Diana is offshore, it will take time to prepare for anti-submarine operations.

"The CEO of United Beauty Group's boat. When he finds out that his boat is lost, he will definitely look for the Military Technology Group first." Aaliya chuckled, as if the prank had succeeded.

It sounds like a good way to stir up trouble, but Tang Ji always feels that Aaliya has a mentality of just watching the fun and not taking it too seriously.

"Head, Warehouse No. 68 will be here soon. Do you need me to take a turn?" Martin asked, lowering the speed of the car.

Tang Ji reached out and pulled Collins to the car window, pointing to the warehouse outside: "Is this right here?"

"It's here, I've been here once." Collins said with a pale face, knowing that he was no longer of use.