I give the world destruction and rebirth

"Would you like a cup of coffee? The coffee here is very good." Mikkelsen sat opposite Tangji, still wearing the ginger suit and his top hat on the side of the table.

Although this very retro outfit seems out of place in the city of Night City, Mikkelsen has this ability and can blend in with the surrounding environment wherever he goes.

The waitress in see-through clothing blinked at Tang Ji from a distance, obviously full of desire for this new legend, but out of professionalism and for the sake of her own safety, she did not harass Tang Ji further.

"Why did you invite me here?" Tang Ji frowned. This was the rebuilt central business district, and the coffee shop they were in was located in an area called Enterprise Square.

Tang Ji didn’t even know when Corinning Company opened the central business district, but it now looks as prosperous as before the Red Sun Incident.

A large number of companies have moved their offices back, and new companies have settled in, making the place very lively. Tang Ji remembers that he was fighting a loser in Losas not far from here half a year ago.

"Let you see this new land, let you gain more popularity." Mikkelsen added sugar to the coffee piece by piece, until the coffee almost overflowed before he was satisfied: "Remind you, you are still a part of mankind. members."

Tang Ji looked at Mikkelsen's sugar water, waiting for his next words.

"I was a little uneasy after seeing your performance in Paris. If I didn't see you with my own eyes and talk to you, I wouldn't be able to sleep well." Mikkelsen said with a half-smile: "You are too strong, even if It’s based on the standards of the Seven Deadly Sins.”

"You are wasting my time. I was originally going to clean up a naturalized stronghold with Wang Zhengdao today." Tang Ji drank the coffee in front of him in one gulp: "They have a command center in Seattle, responsible for the northeastern part of the federation. of."

"Don't go, that's a cover. My people worked there for three months, but it turned out that they were doing Sprint's outsourcing business." Mikkelsen shook his head: "So you can It’s a day off, let’s have a good chat with old friends.”

"I don't know when we became friends." Tang Ji pushed the empty cup forward and put on his sunglasses.

This is also a high-consumption place. A small cup of dirty water that tastes just like instant coffee costs more than seventy federal dollars per cup.

Basically, only white-collar workers working nearby will spend money here. Fortunately, this group doesn't pay much attention to people like Tang Ji.

Of course they had seen Tang Ji's photos and seen him on TV more than once, but at least they were not like other districts. Seven out of ten people could recognize Tang Ji in the first second they met.

"I have many clones, and there will always be one who can be friends with you, so let's skip this step." Mikkelsen became shameless and showed extraordinary fighting ability: "In the past few months, we have cooperated very well. I I think we need to cooperate more deeply.”

"I said, as long as your goal is to be a pioneer, we will be friends." Tang Ji watched a man in a suit hurriedly walked into the coffee shop and found a seat in a corner. His expression was a little nervous, and his eyes subconsciously avoided where he was. direction.

Trouble came. Just as Tang Ji was about to stand up, the man in the suit suddenly twitched, struggled for a few seconds, and fell on the table in front of him with a thud.

Some of the surrounding white-collar workers immediately paid their bills and left. A few young-looking ones planned to call the police, but they eventually left after being pulled by their colleagues.

The waitress walked up to the man in the suit and looked up and down. She realized that he was no longer breathing, frowned and started talking on the phone.

"You see, our abilities are very complementary. If they always use such small roles to torment you, even you can't bear it." Mikkelsen shook his head: "His name is Hunter Calderon, a nobody. Five A few days ago he was a well-paid clerk, and today he is a killer with nothing, huge debts, and no other options."

"Pioneering or naturalized?" Tang Ji watched the waitress hang up the phone helplessly, then directed the security guard to put the body in a posture that looked like it was sleeping, and then went back to business.

"Is there a difference? If you really want to know, I was the one who did it because of the naturalized people. They have mastered many financial channels and can easily turn an ordinary person into a debt slave." Mikkelsen smiled: " If they want, they can find dozens of these people to harass you every day. Although it won’t have any impact on you, it’s still a troublesome thing.”

"How do you want to cooperate?" Tang Ji frowned. He really didn't want to check whether there was a bomb under the car before going out every day, and then concentrate on judging whether every person he met was a suicide bomber.

"I need you to temporarily turn your attention away from the players and focus on dealing with one of your kind." Mikkelsen sighed: "That jealous person has made me and many of my friends restless recently. , we need a professional who can solve the problem the first time.”

"Jealous? What did he do to make you people panic?" A real smile appeared on Tang Ji's lips, and he suddenly became energetic.

"Because of what happened in Gaul, one of our small circles is now very sure that an important person is under some kind of mind control." Mikkelsen took out a few banknotes from his wallet and pressed them under the coffee tray. Tang Ji made a gesture of invitation: "If you don't mind, we can talk while walking. Theoretically, the corpse has now begun the process of decay."

Tang Ji followed Mikkelsen out of the coffee shop. The waitress deliberately shook her breasts and gave Tang Ji a wink.

"As the beginning of cooperation, I would like to remind you for free that the waitress is an external employee of the Arasaka Group Intelligence Department, who is responsible for collecting business information." Mikkelsen walked in front and said without looking back: "They have been showing off recently. He is very radical and has great plans to return to the federal market. The emperor seems to be as energetic as a second spring."

"I haven't agreed to cooperate yet." Tang Ji watched Mikkelsen get into a limousine and patted the car door, as if he was convinced.

"We all know how harmful a mind controller who is uncontrolled and has no moral bottom line can be. Rather than becoming our problem one day in the future, it is better to solve this problem now." Mikkelsen saw Tang Ji getting into the car and motioned to the driver drive.

"This is the information. Edgar Calhoun, the new generation leader of the Calhoun family, is forty-two years old. He is in the prime of life." Mikkelsen handed Tang Ji a piece of information: " If you don’t know the Calhoun family, you can ask your little girlfriend, she should know how powerful this family is in shipping.”

"The Calhoun family owns shares in a number of ocean logistics companies and controls a total deadweight tonnage of more than 60 million tons." Wu Qianying's voice immediately reached Tang Ji's ears through the headset: "The real big shot, Moonlight He has a dozen big toys at Jinhao’s level.”

"The rank of your inner circle is really high." Tang Ji went through the information directly, making sure that Wu Qianying could take a screenshot of every article and threw it aside.

"Before the proliferation of superhumans, these people were the real rulers of the Federation." Mikkelsen shrugged, obviously showing no respect for these rulers: "Maybe the pioneers caused the world to become what it is now. The cause, but it was this group of people who really fueled the plan and finally completed the plan.”

"The role played by naturalized people is like amateur players compared with them." Mikkelsen continued: "They ensured that strong politicians will not appear again in the federation, and big government will not appear again. Maintaining a half-dead federation is good news for all capital.”

"It sounds like I should follow the list you gave me from beginning to end and solve at least half of the problems." Tang Ji said seriously.

"If you had been born thirty years earlier, you might have been able to solve a lot of problems, or make the situation worse." Mikkelsen smiled bitterly: "But the fact that the Federation has reached this point is not only caused by external forces. Yes, I can talk about this all day and all night."

"Forget it, tell me what you want me to do." Tang Ji didn't want to understand the causes and consequences of the grudges between the wealthy families. He had never seen the so-called Golden Age of the Federation. To him, it was just a few pages in a history book. Paper means nothing.

"He has made a lot of abnormal decisions recently. Many people think this is another willfulness of Calhoun's power, because Edgar Jr. did not have a good reputation when he was young." Mikkelsen directly sent the relevant information to Wu Qianying, Tang Ji in the province acted as a transfer station.

"But the events in Paris exposed the existence of jealousy, and someone in our small circle immediately recognized the anomaly of the Calhoun family and entrusted me to solve the problem." Mikkelsen explained: "As director of the Joint Enterprise Office , that’s really my area of ​​responsibility.”

"I thought your job was to travel around the world and open coffee shops everywhere." Tangji laughed at Mikkelsen's Neon doppelgänger: "I still like the look of your blonde hair."

"I need you to disguise yourself as my follower, go meet little Edgar, and use your ability to dispel the abnormal state in him." Mikkelsen continued: "If there are other abnormal individuals around him, Or if Jealous himself is nearby, you have to be responsible for protecting little Edgar's safety."

"Why don't I just kill that fat man?" Tang Ji glanced at Edgar Calhoun's photo: "It looks like if he stops eating in the future, he can feed twenty more African refugees."

"Because his death may cause a large-scale war to break out inside and outside the Federation. Thousands of people will die, and the pioneers will have more opportunities to advance their plans." Mikkelsen finally said: "And My authority would also be greatly diminished, and ultimately the resources I could devote to this war would be drastically reduced."

Tang Ji looked at Mikkelsen without saying a word, obviously this reason did not move him.

"I can guarantee that after this is over, the Calhoun family will become our staunch supporters and provide a lot of funds and resources." Mikkelsen continued: "The Calhoun family can easily clear out many naturalized people who have struggled. status achieved over a lifetime, and squeezes in every direction the capital occupied by the pioneers.”

Mikkelsen saw Tangji's expression that sounded good and said more, so he could only sigh: "What else do you want? You can ask for it."

"How about 100 billion federal coins?" Tang Ji proposed an incredible price, leaving Mikkelsen stunned.

"What do you want so much money for?" Mikkelsen frowned and looked at Tang Ji: "If we lose, the money will become waste paper. If we win, we don't need to think about money anymore. "

"This is a war, and fighting requires an army." Tangji looked at Mikkelsen and began to make up things seriously.

In fact, he didn't want anything. Tang Ji was not short of money now, and there were still more than one billion dollars in his account that he could use. If it were for personal expenses, he would never be able to spend it all in his lifetime.

But if it is used to fight a war, even if it gets 100 billion, it will be useless. The assets of military technology are far more than this amount, but it has the ability to carry out a military operation on the scale of the Federation in Persia half a century ago. What?

It can't, because the entire system no longer supports a war of this scale. To put it bluntly, it can't even find an opponent to do so.

There is no clear target there for military technology to use tanks, armored vehicles, aircraft carriers and aircraft to attack and occupy.

Its competitors are basically peers, squeezing its market with similar products with higher cost performance and cooler appearance.

More often than not, military technology will send its own armed forces to sneak attacks on a laboratory to obtain competitor information, or to slow down the competitor's scientific research progress.

Or use your own aircraft carrier to block a certain route, so that competitors cannot obtain certain rare minerals on time, and can only purchase materials sold by military technology in the local market at high prices.

This is the true face of war between enterprises. There is no Normandy, no Stalingrad, there is only Rio de Janeiro, and every city is the City of God.

Enterprises are, after all, the physical manifestation of capital. The profits they need will never be fought in a war destined to lose money. Small but precise wars are the optimal solution.

"Military technology has an army, but have you seen what it does?" Mikkelsen was silent for a few seconds and said: "Do you know how military technology was established?"

Before Tanguy could answer, Mikkelsen continued: "Its predecessor was almost the Federal Army Logistics Department, as well as an engineering battalion, Delta, and the Navy SEALs. When many people realized that the federal government was going to collapse, they thought Keep the best in the Union Army."

"But you see now that it has been assimilated by capital, and those things that wanted to be preserved have disappeared." Mikkelsen closed his eyes, seeming to recall the past: "And even if they are preserved, there is such a thing There is an army that still has the will to fight. What's the use against a superhuman like you?"