I give the world destruction and rebirth

While Mikkelsen was looking for an opportunity, Dennis Quite, who had been hiding out of the camera, was also studying Tanguy.

He was not at all curious about why Tangji could cause the death of players. Dennis had seen too many bizarre things in his life. As an experienced pioneer, he already knew how to be in awe.

Dennis Quint would not regard himself as a superior person like Kathy Walter and other pioneers, and look at everything that happens in the world from a bird's eye view.

This is also a common problem among most pioneers. They have seen too many miracles in their own world, and they have been suppressed for too long. After entering these new worlds, they naturally feel that they are superior.

Dennis Quint chose the identity of Wen and entered this body. The body's native ability is called [Safety Field].

This ability can center on itself and invalidate all malicious attacks against him within a range of ten meters.

This is the ability that Kathy Walter and Aslan chose for Wen after careful consideration, but Dennis Quint himself didn't care about it.

This world is very unfamiliar to him, and he is also unfamiliar with superhuman abilities, so Dennis Quint has no plans to take risks in the short term.

In fact, he really didn't understand why Kaixi and Yaslan, two underachievers with outstanding performance, were so impulsive in this regard.

Use intern pioneers to test Tang Ji? The cost is too high, they can use cheaper naturalized forces.

In Dennis's view, the Adventist sect is a very useful tool, and the converts can provide better cannon fodder.

The surveillance network for Tang Ji was set up by Dennis. He spent some time understanding the world. Many things he saw in the information were completely different from the reality.

For example, the order of this world is far more fragile than he imagined, as if it would collapse completely with just a little force. The pioneers have been shaking its foundation over the past few decades, ultimately creating such a situation.

But the remaining foundation has shown to be very resilient. After experiencing the sweep of the wave, the bottom line between superhumans and ordinary people is still maintained. Although the extremists on both sides have died in repeated conflicts, but on a large scale , a healthy integration has begun.

In this regard, they have fallen far behind the planning department's progress.

Investigating the reason, Dennis discovered two anomalies, one was Tang Ji, and the other was the fugitive body, Greed.

The stability of the American continent is determined by the federation. As long as the federation is not in chaos, the entire American continent will remain in a state of inertia.

The reason why there have not yet been large-scale riots by human purists and superhuman terrorists in the Federation is because Tang Ji has become a bellwether for the former to a large extent.

On the contrary, Tang Ji's enemy Losas organization has become the latter's belief. The two sides are still restrained because the conflict between Tang Ji and Losas is intense enough to let the emotions of both parties pour out.

They turned their military fight into a civil fight and started a fierce conflict on the Internet. But this conflict is also a kind of communication after all, and when there is communication, there is understanding.

On the basis of the gradual spread of hatred, some people are constantly aware of the other party's unspeakable secrets.

No ordinary person wants to wake up and find their next-door neighbor a superhuman being who can breathe fire and create ice, and then accidentally destroy half a block.

No superhuman wants to wake up and become a freak in the eyes of acquaintances, but the collateral damage caused by losing control of his abilities in the early stages of awakening is almost inevitable.

Dennis Quint realized that their action against Tang Ji must speed up, otherwise the plot trend of the entire world will deviate more and more from the planning department's plan.

So, he assembled a team and planned to break some boundaries that the Trail Blazers had not broken.

While Mikkelsen was working on the old script, thinking about how to game the players, three special missiles were launched from three launch vehicles disguised as civilian vehicles.

These three military missiles produced in the Free Caucasus shot straight into the sky, then adjusted their direction under the guidance of gyroscopes, unfolded their sliding wings, and entered the taxiing stage.

At this time, the missiles have no energy response and no electromagnetic signals. Their sliding trajectories have been calculated in advance as early as the launch.

Such missiles will not be detected by urban security systems. Although they can only cause damage to fixed targets, they are extremely suitable for the current situation.

"We may have an opportunity, but it may also be a trap." Mikkelsen called and said to Tangji: "You are the one who bears all the risks, so you make this decision, do you want to take the risk?"

"As long as you can be sure that Mrs. Generosity's value is high enough." Tang Ji replied while squeezing the armed belt around his waist and hanging various pieces of equipment on it.

"At least for now, it seems that she is the most important of the three public virtues. If you look carefully, you will find that all the activities she participates in are limited to less than two hours." Mikkelsen said on demand. : "This means that Walter Company puts Mrs. Generosity's mood before its own interests."

"It sounds reasonable, but several women I know like to work around the clock, as if resting is harmful to health." Tang Ji thought of Wu Qianying, with a slight smile on his lips.

"." Mikkelsen was silent for a few seconds: "Believe me, Tangji, you have no chance to meet a normal woman."

"When you confirm the time of action, ask Wang Zhengdao to pick me up." Tang Ji hung up the phone directly.

He glanced at the stumbling team members in the room and sighed. Except for Anthony, who still maintained an upright posture and studied the instructions for several new drugs, the others had begun to let themselves go.

Ethan and Surte came together to play virtual games with VR headsets. Surte would suddenly swing his limbs at an accelerated speed from time to time, obviously using his ability to cheat.

Martin occupied most of the sofa, and his snoring was so loud that Tony covered his ears and turned over, trying to get rid of the sound in his sleep.

Shadow still had a weak sense of presence, sitting in the corner and painstakingly checking every bullet, while Saint sat next to him, identifying the purpose of these bullets.

The new Miwako was sitting behind the bar, interacting with her tattoo in a decadent manner, looking silly.

Tang Ji sat back down, fidgeting with the bone necklace hanging on his chest back and forth, and continued to watch the news on TV.

No one is more impatient than him. He doesn't want to waste a second here. Every minute he is thinking about how many results he can gain now if he can let go and kill without restraint.

But those players are not stupid. Without Wang Zhengdao's assistance, Tang Ji would be like a fist attacking fallen leaves, unable to exert any force.

At this time, his cell phone rang again, and Martin's snoring trembled a few times, as if in protest.

Tang Ji glanced at the number and saw that it was Carl Willer. Suddenly a trace of nervousness flashed through his heart. He raised his hand and fired a shot at the ceiling, waking everyone up, and then answered the call.

"Karl, what's going on?" Tang Ji pressed his hands on everyone to tell them to be quiet. After hearing the name Karl, his team members had already entered the state.

"It's nothing, I just stayed underwater for a long time, and it was always boring to see these faces." Carl Wille breathed a little tiredly.

At this time, he was wearing silk pajamas, lying on a lounge chair, enjoying the artificial sunshine, and holding a glass of Hawaiian cocktail in his hand.

The Moonlight Gold is indeed a specially customized ark on the sea. In terms of luxury, it is not inferior to the major casinos in Las Vegas, and the style is even higher.

Of course, Mr. Lucky is not 'high-end' enough to feel the so-called style. Now he misses his days in the casino very much.

There are too few people on the Moonlight Gold. Although the families of several team members also live here, their uneasiness prevents them from becoming good poker friends.

Moreover, Mr. Lucky, who was accustomed to big gambling games, was not interested in accompanying them to play small games with stakes of no more than fifty federal dollars.

To put it simply, he was suffocating and wanted to go ashore, and the feeling was particularly strong today. He made this call just to test Tang Ji and see if he could give him a few days off.

"Do you still remember the cocktails we drank in the next life? I personally like a few of them. If, I mean, if the situation outside is not so tense now, maybe we can get together?" Mr. Good Luck paved the way for a while. Then he revealed his purpose: "Staying at home all the time is not good for your health, isn't it?"

"Did you call me suddenly and impulsively, or something else?" Tang Ji didn't know how to describe this word correctly, so he could only ask more bluntly: "Think about it, Karl, did you make this call completely?" Because of your own will, even if you risk your life, you still want to ask us out for a drink?"

Mr. Good Luck was confused by Tang Ji's words. He froze on the spot for a few seconds before answering nervously: "I'm not sure. Tang Ji, I just suddenly thought it was a good idea to go out for a walk. I don't want to drink that much." , I’m actually drinking right now, so do you think this is a sign or something else? What does it mean? Am I in danger?”

"No, I am in danger." In the flash of lightning, the uneasiness in Tang Ji's heart was infinitely magnified. He hung up the phone and shouted to everyone: "Get out of here!"

"Sulte, lead the slow ones and leave now!" Tang Ji didn't even waste time to open the door. He charged suddenly, knocked down the door and ran outside.

The reaction of Shadow and Saint was fast enough, almost following Tangji. Tony had just woken up and his reaction was a little slower, but the pair of prosthetic legs made up for this time, and he rushed out in just a few steps.

Miwako reacted equally quickly. Although she didn't know what happened, she knew it was best not to hesitate at this time and just do it.

Soult held Ethan under his arm, dragged Anthony with one hand, and dragged Martin's leg with the other, and rushed out of the room like a whirlwind.

Because of the difference in personal speed, Miwako became the last person to leave the house even though she reacted quickly enough.

When she just crossed the road and got rid of several paparazzi who were chasing her to take pictures, the first missile had already crashed into the old man's safe house.

The missile was like a sharp sword, cutting through the wall of the building, and then smashed a circular pit two meters deep on the ground.

The next second, the ground seemed to be arching upwards, and then it erupted like a volcano, lifting the entire ground and the buildings above it!

The deafening explosion and the shock wave swept across the safe house and everything within a fifty-meter radius.

Miwako felt as if she had been hit by something, and she flew forward. Fortunately, Surte appeared in time, dragged Miwako in the air, and sent her directly to the shadow of another building a hundred meters away.

Two seconds later, Shadow with the best eyes saw another black shadow sliding into the firelight, followed by another loud noise and the same earth-shaking.

Three seconds later, another black shadow passed across and hit the road 20 meters in front of the safe house. Then the place followed the safe house's footsteps, and the land over dozens of meters in radius was turned over.

"Missiles?" Miwako's eyes widened. As a commercial spy, although she had received many super-class trainings, she never dreamed that she would be attacked by missiles in the city.

"This thing is so powerful!" Surte's eyes widened, reflecting the firelight in the distance, and his face was full of excitement: "Can I use this kind of weapon?"

"You can't." Tony's face was also pale, but he quickly adjusted and glanced at Surte: "No, you seem to be able, you can use that thing as a javelin and throw it!"

While talking, Tony was still holding a bottle of wine in his hand, which was the first thing he grabbed after being awakened by the gunfire.

"What the hell! What happened!" Martin stood up from the ground at this time, covering the back of his head with one hand and his butt with the other: "I feel like I was tied to a car and dragged for several kilometers!"

"I saved your life, you're welcome!" Soult smirked and poked Martin in the ribs. The pain caused him to subconsciously cover the pain with both hands.

As a result, the drama behind it was exposed. Because of his height, Soult could only drag Martin over a distance of nearly 100 meters in the position where he was lying on the ground.

Martin's butt has experienced the torture of asphalt road, grass, and gravel ground successively. The extremely tough tactical pants cannot withstand this high-speed friction, directly exposing Martin's vital points.

Fortunately, it was just a minor flesh wound. Anthony took the wine bottle from Tony's hand, poured it directly on Martin's wound, and said amidst his screams: "Okay, the problem is solved, and I won't kill you."

"Head, we have a guest!" Ethan threw away the VR helmet, took out the portable control panel, and looked at the drone he deployed: "Two rotorcraft with advanced licenses are approaching us!"

"What is this? The war has started?" Miwako pulled Tangji and asked, "What should I do?"

"The war has started a long time ago. It has just escalated. You must ensure that you can survive first." Tang Ji loaded the gun: "Sulte, send the shadows to a suitable commanding height and kick their butts hard. !”

Upon hearing this, Shadow took a deep look at Surte, then at Martin, and shook his head decisively: "No, I can do it myself."

Before anyone else could laugh, Martin took the initiative: "Stop being so fucking happy, someone give me a gun!"

"Big Martin! Use my gun!" A window upstairs suddenly opened, and a young woman who still looked charming leaned out and threw down a pink shotgun and several boxes of bullets: "They Wake up my son and teach them a lesson for me!”