I give the world destruction and rebirth

Tang Ji walked on the brightly lit street, with palm trees casting swaying shadows under his feet. This was the casino city of Las Vegas, one of the most prosperous cities in the Federation.

Neither corporate war really affected this city, because it has almost no output and no resources. Its prosperity is all based on the gaming and service industries.

It has the lowest crime rate in the entire federation. No gang can take root and survive in this land, because the real big players have whitewashed themselves and become the real masters of the city. They do not allow bed bugs on their plates. It sucks blood.

After just walking around the streets for a few times, Tang Ji understood why Mr. Good Luck had stayed in this city for a long time and refused to leave.

There are not even hospitable hosts with pistols and knives in the alleys here, and there are no street boys gathering in groups in the streets to look at you with dangerous eyes.

Based on Mr. Good Luck's ability, Wu Qianying prepared Plan B for Tang Ji.

Plan B corresponds to the following situations: First, when only Tang Ji knows the capture plan, the plan does not trigger Mr. Good Luck’s ‘ability’.

But after the action plan was announced, Mr. Good Luck's 'ability' was touched and disappeared quickly, and the action plan failed.

From this we can conclude that the follow-up to Plan B requires Tang Ji to act alone.

"No, no, no! I never said that, this is your own idea!" Wu Qianying reacted fiercely at the time, completely denying Tang Ji's understanding of Plan B.

This is a two-way test. Wu Qianying wants to know the specific performance of Mr. Good Luck's ability and the priority of Tang Ji's weird ability.

She was very interested in the hypothesis Mikkelsen sent her about Tanguy's destiny.

From the current point of view, Tangji is indeed special. Before the plan was revealed to the team members, Mr. Good Luck was completely in a 'normal state'.

This is not a bonus brought by the status of the Seven Deadly Sins. At least Greed, who is also a member of the Seven Deadly Sins, has not enjoyed this treatment. Moreover, Wu Qianying has always suspected that Greed is not the only Seven Deadly Sins super human who has stumbled upon Carl Welle.

"Our purpose is cooperation, not confrontation. We stand at the intersection of human destiny, which is of great significance." Wu Qianying's words appeared in Tang Ji's mind again.

That was a private conversation between them before departure, and none of the team members knew about it.

"I'm not that noble, I'm just safe." Tang Ji didn't want to flaunt his moral standards. His original intention was really only for one person.

"But you are already on this path. You'd better think so and believe it from the bottom of your heart." Wu Qianying looked at him with warning eyes at that time: "Greed wanted to eat him, but he was captured by the player. Skinned and deboned and swallowed clean.”

"I analyzed Mikkelsen's actions against Mr. Good Luck. Any action with the intention of harming Mr. Good Luck will basically end in casualties." Wu Qianying took out a lot of analytical data and explained to Tang Ji: "I need your men to go out armed but unaware of the target, and you can't carry weapons."

"Another test?" Tang Ji was tired of this constant temptation. The Adventer was about to come again, and the Lurker was still hiding behind the scenes.

And if he wants to meet potential allies, he has to go through several rounds of tests that he doesn't understand at all.

"I will judge the strength of Mr. Good Luck's ability based on his final reaction. He can be the ace in our hands, or he can be just a victory cigar. You don't want the two to misjudge, right?" Wu Qianying's glasses reflected wisdom. The light left Tang Ji speechless.

"So what is Plan B?" At the end of the conversation, Tang Ji still didn't understand the details of Plan B and only got a mobile phone software.

As Tang Ji walked, he used his mobile phone to do true and false questions on the small software Wu Qianying sent him.

"Carl Wilo is missing, correct number."

"No one in the team was injured, that's right."

"Are you carrying offensive weapons?" Tang Ji looked at his prosthetic limb and thought it didn't count, so he put a cross on it.

"Are you acting alone and not revealing your whereabouts to others? That's right."

"Can you feel the potential danger?" Tang Ji stood there and quietly felt the surroundings. There was nothing. He put a cross on this option.

Soon, dozens of different questions were refreshed on the screen again. This was a secret weapon temporarily developed by Wu Qianying and Aaliya to deal with Mr. Good Luck.

Because of the black box problem of Mr. Good Luck, Dr. Wu hopes to use non-directional machine language to compile a plan for him.

She presets thousands of possibilities in advance, and these possibilities will be judged based on yes or no, constantly reducing themselves, and finally allowing Tang Ji to get a set of guiding action plans with Wu Qianying's intelligence level.

Wu Qianying hoped to rely on this method to isolate as many people as possible except Tang Ji from interfering with the operation. Although in the end all possible plans were in her mind, she did not 'directly' contribute to the arrest. Mr. Yun’s actions have interfered.

If this can trigger the counterattack mechanism of Mr. Good Luck's ability, they can only give up the plan against him, because Mr. Good Luck has no flaws.

Carl Wilo parked his almost brand-new sports car on the side of the road. This is the most popular private club in the casino. The door is busy with traffic, but he can always find an empty parking space, and the location is excellent.

Parking the car perfectly close to the parking space, Carl Wilo breathed a sigh of relief. The appearance of this parking space made him feel that he had given the correct answer to the invisible multiple-choice question, and the parking space that happened to appear was the evidence.

He sat alone in the car for several minutes, clutching his heart. The ever-present pressure of nothingness became increasingly unbearable for him.

Carl Wile has become accustomed to his status as Mr. Good Luck. He worries every moment whether he will lose this unknown 'gift' because of making the wrong choice.

But he quickly regained his composure, fixed his hair with hairspray, and imitated Elvis Presley's movements as he got out of the car and walked towards the door of the club.

Carl Wilo may not be considered a smart man, but after becoming Mr. Good Luck, he has seen too many powerful people, and he has learned a lot from them.

The most practical one is to always remain confident and let others believe that everything is under your control, especially for him, this is particularly important.

"Boss, Mr. Good Luck's car is parked in front of our door." The guard at Crow's Nest reported this situation to the boss early. As a local in the casino, he has heard a lot about Mr. Good Luck's deeds, and he doesn't want to miss this opportunity. Become part of a story or incident for no reason.

In the crow's nest, the mature and beautiful Madam drained the champagne in the goblet in one gulp before calming down. Then she greeted in the employee channel: "Attention everyone, good luck is coming. Pay attention to your words and deeds." Behave, all security team members who are taking a break, return to their posts, don’t let those stupid tourists and people who drink too much bring bad luck!”

"Copy that!" For a moment, the entire Crow's Nest staff entered a state of tension, as if facing a formidable enemy.

The old madam himself made a phone call to the manager of the Palace Casino: "Damn it Faith, good luck is running around everywhere. Why didn't you tell others in advance?"

"I have to take care of thousands of tourists in the entire casino, so how can I have the energy to care about the whereabouts of Mr. Good Luck?" A smiling Faith said perfunctorily, while motioning to his secretary to open another bottle of champagne to celebrate Mr. Good Luck's arrival. Leave.

When the phone hung up, manager Faith announced that all visitors to the Palace Casino can enjoy a 12% discount on their first purchase of 1,000 chips!

The entire casino immediately fell into a sea of ​​cheers. Tony, Ethan and Martin, along with the underage Soult, were among them and cheered together.

At this time, Tang Ji stood in the middle of the road and threw sticks into the sky according to the prompts of the true-false question.

This is a very popular ritual in casinos. When you can't decide which casino to spend your time and money on, you can use this method to guide yourself. Anyway, there are casinos everywhere.

This was already the third time Tang Ji threw the stick. Every time he felt stupid, but after ten minutes of hard work on the damn software, there was only this one question on the screen.

"Are you choosing a route based on the guidance of the stick?"

If Tang Ji makes a cross, the question will be refreshed tenaciously again. If he makes a check, the software will give a warm reminder: "Very good, please do it again at the next intersection."

If Tang Ji hadn't felt the pressure on Wu Qianying because of Wu Qianying's weird behavior before departure, he would have thought it was a prank.

Tang Ji looked at the wooden stick that fell to the ground, sighed, and moved forward in the direction pointed by the wooden stick again.

At this moment, he noticed an adult club on the right. Seven or eight security personnel were carefully surrounding a sports car with a cordon.

It was a Goodra TURBO-R. Although it had good reviews, it was definitely not worthy of being treated with such care by the security guards. Even the cars parked on both sides of it were more expensive than this car.

However, Tang Ji watched this group of strong security guards ignore the safety of his exquisite suits and directly lifted up the luxury cars on both sides. They moved half a meter away to both sides and forced Goodla TURBO-R Give up a dedicated parking space.

When one of the security guards turned to leave, Tang Ji's eyes suddenly widened. He saw that where the license plate number should have been, there was only a sign saying 'LUCKY'.

"It can't be so accurate, right?" Tang Ji looked at the software on his phone suspiciously, and then looked at the words on the license plate, feeling that his originally solid world view had once again been mixed with even stranger settings.

Luck VS big data divination?

Tang Ji hit his head with his iron hand. At this moment, he really felt that different people had completely different things in their skulls.

Fortunately, giving up thinking is something Tang Ji is good at. He is more accustomed to doing it than thinking.

The security guard in a suit stopped Tang Ji unceremoniously and searched him from top to bottom with a detector. Still not satisfied, he touched several places convenient for hiding guns.

"Sir, please feel free to shop. We are very safe here." The security guard gave Tang Ji a warning. After all, he could tell at a glance that Tang Ji was a gunman.

But the casino will not refuse any customers. The mercenaries who lick blood from the edge of their swords consume more impulsively.

It's just that this time they have to pay extra attention to the movements of this type of guests to prevent them from accidentally provoking the wrong people.

For example, Mr. Lucky is teasing the bartender girl at the bar.

Carl Wile felt that he could never refuse this kind of capable girl in uniform with handsome short hair.

He smiled and ordered a cocktail that required seventeen kinds of wine to make. Watching the female bartender busy looking for ingredients, he felt that the previous pressure had completely disappeared.

After stretching his muscles, Carl Wille took out a wad of tips worth almost three thousand federal dollars from his arms and threw it on the female bartender's bar. He turned and focused on the pole dancer in the center of the dance floor.

The female bartender curled her lips as she looked at the huge amount of money spent. The major spending rooms in the casinos had already reached an agreement that all the money spent by Mr. Good Luck must be handed over and returned to these casinos in proportion.

After all, when Carl Wilo was at his most arrogant, he once made millions of federal dollars in a casino in one night, and then went out and scattered the money on the street.

For these helpless casino owners, as long as this mentally ill person does not leave the casino, his money will eventually be spent back, at least to reduce the losses.

Carl Wile saw a tall and burly figure sitting next to him, frowning as he drank the cocktail he had just ordered.

But he didn't explode, he just motioned to the female bartender for another drink. In essence, he was not a strong-willed person, otherwise the casino would have been named Ville by now.

"Friend, I'll treat you to the first cup, but you have to pay for the second cup yourself." Carl Wilo showed a chic smile.

This person who has not achieved financial freedom will never smile.

The boss and security guards of Crow's Nest couldn't help but laugh. The old madam didn't know how that person bypassed the security guard hidden in the crowd to protect Mr. Good Luck, but she knew that this guy whose face couldn't be seen clearly in the camera was definitely not Good stubble.

"Do we need to intervene?" the security captain asked: "The other party should have received professional training, and we need to be authorized to use weapons."

"Let's see what he wants to do first. If it's a big trouble, let Good Luck solve it on his own." The old madam had a certain understanding of the rumors about Mr. Good Luck, and she didn't want to rashly get involved in trouble at that level.

Tang Ji drank the dazzling cocktail in the glass in one gulp, gave the nervous bartender a thumbs up, turned around and took advantage of the other person's dodge to spit out the drink he had just drank on the ground.

He doesn't drink, he just wants to lower Mr. Lucky's defensiveness in this way.

"Carl Wilo? Mr. Good Luck?" Tang Ji looked at this figure who was not even invited by the legendary Joint Investigation Office, and could not find any threat from him.

"It's me!" Carl Wilo didn't feel anything unusual at all. This is a gambling city, and he is the symbol of a new era in this city. Many people know him and even admire him. They believe that shaking hands with him can lead to success at the gambling table. Go on a killing spree all night long.

Many women went to bed with him for this purpose.

"I want to talk to you." Tang Ji tried his best to communicate with the other party directly, otherwise God knows what accidents would happen.

"Who are you?" Carl Wile immediately became alert and took a few steps back.

Tang Ji's subconscious reaction was to control the other party. As a result, he stepped on the drink he had just spit out, and his whole body slipped to the ground, and the back of his head hit the metal chair hard.

"Don't be aggressive. This is just a peaceful conversation." Tang Ji lay on the ground and recited these words silently, then got up expressionlessly and forced a smile: "It's just a conversation."

PS: I'm sorry that it will be updated in this form recently, which affects readers' reading experience. Every time this happens, Laomo will revise and update a few hundred more words, hoping to make up for the loss of readers.

Because the breeder works in a community health service center, and it is nearing the end of the year, he has to sort out the nucleic acid test data, and often works overtime until very late at night. Laomo needs to take care of Rourou. Although his grandparents are also here, sometimes he still can't let go completely. , after the coding mood is interrupted, you need to refocus, and the efficiency is seriously reduced.

PS: It’s not the above situation today, it’s Lao Mo who got drunk. I apologize. I’m really sorry.