I give the world destruction and rebirth

"Yes, tell me the damn identification number, otherwise your body will be hung at the gate tomorrow." A Mikkelsen stood in front of a certain general's desk, with his legs crossed and a stick in his mouth. There was an unlit tree of life, and a pistol was slapped on the general's desk.

The general's face looked like an eggplant that had been run over by a truck, purple and ugly, and his eyes were full of confusion.

Three minutes ago, he had just been informed that one of his subordinate missile battalions suddenly rebelled and forcibly launched all the attached missiles, including two missiles carrying nuclear warheads.

Thanks to the development of modern medical technology, the general had a built-in micro pacemaker and he did not collapse on the spot.

Before he could catch his breath, a staff officer who had been with him for eleven years broke into his office and asked him in a threatening tone to hand over the identification codes of the batch of missiles.

"Anderson, are you crazy? Is your brain burned out?" The general pressed his temples with both hands, feeling that those blood vessels were on the verge of bursting out with cerebral hemorrhage.

"You can call me Mikkelsen, the special correspondent of the Enterprise Joint Office. I have been performing latent missions before." Mikkelsen shrugged and lit the tree of life with a lighter: "Now my latent mission is over, but I I want the identification codes of those missiles now."

"That's impossible!" The general finally realized what he was going through. The anger of being betrayed made him blush: "The same batch of missiles are being deployed across the country. This is treason!"

"Those missiles still have three minutes to land. The final interception time is one minute and fifty-two seconds later. After that time, you will be useless to me." Mikkelsen picked up the pistol and pulled out the magazine. He checked the ammunition and springs: "I will kill you first and then leave."

"If you shoot." Before the general finished speaking, Mikkelsen shot and shattered the glass on his table.

"Stop fantasizing, General, admit that you are not only a waste, but also an idiot. I have been here for nine years, and the secretaries making coffee outside are all my people." Mikkelsen said, picking up a cup of coffee: " Jenna is nice, isn't she? I have to admit, your quirks are quite unique."

"Anderson! You're so rude!" The general only held his nerve for a second, then slumped on the chair like a deflated rubber ball. He reached out and wrote a thirty-two-digit identification code on the paper and pushed it to Miko. Erson.

"Very good, remember to sort out your emotions before going out. You will still be a general from now on, but it's best not to ask about things outside the office. It's best not to read the documents on your desk, just sign them." Mikkelsen said. Waving his hand: "I will tell Jenna and let her make it up to you."

Then Mikkelsen walked out of the office and sat back at his desk, as if he was still the same salary thief.

The identification codes he got were those of the second wave of missiles in transit. From a practical point of view, intercepting these missiles was a complete waste of time and money, but from a human relationship point of view, doing so would obviously make Wu Qianying more willing to be with him. Continued cooperation.

For Mikkelsen, this is just as formalistic as sending a separate person to attend Tanguy's funeral in a more grand manner.

"Is he dead! Is he dead?" Aslan bit his nails nervously, staring at the dark area.

Because of the dust raised by the nuclear explosion, the place once named Gathering Point No. 14 is completely invisible from satellite images.

"He is definitely dead!" the pioneer behind Aslan whispered, and then suddenly raised his voice: "He is definitely dead!"

No one feels the pressure from Tang Ji more than them. He is elusive and can appear anywhere at any time and take away anyone's life. Not only that, he is also extremely cruel and likes to torture those victims.

They have seen the corpses of their companions torn into pieces, corpses burned to charcoal, decapitated corpses, and melted corpses.

For a group of immortals, such a scene is enough to make anyone wet the bed every night, not to mention that this happened dozens of times in a row!

They are indeed pioneers and have their own honors and responsibilities, but these things are not enough to support them to regard life and death as nothing.

Cathy Walter's dozens of seconds of silence caused the reporters in the audience to whisper. They didn't know what was wrong with this young rich woman. Was it a prosthetic malfunction or a mental illness?

What scenes have these reporters who have traveled all over the country not seen over the years? The politician who spoke with his lower body naked while posting photos of his naked body at a press conference was the one who was on the hot search list the year before last.

But Cathy Walter was unmoved. On the tablet in front of her, there was a set of countdowns that were rapidly returning to zero. That was the time when the last nuclear bomb in the first wave of missiles detonated.

There are only nine seconds left in the countdown.

Eight seconds.

Tang Ji felt that he might have died just now, but he had no face to see Angelina, so he could only escape in despair.

He tried to feel his body again. Not sure if it was an illusion, but Tang Ji felt that he felt a little better now than before.

Seven seconds.

Tang Ji tried to lift his arms, but failed. Without losing his five senses, he was not even sure whether he had limbs like arms.

But he still completed the action according to the imagined progress, and he extended his middle finger to the sky.

Six seconds.

Tang Ji began to recall every bit of the relationship between himself and Tang Anran in his mind, the only scenes without blood, no notification of critical illness, and no panicked doctors and nurses.

He rarely cried, and every time he saw Tang Ji, he would show his brightest smile, as if his little mind knew in advance that the happy time between him and his father would always be short-lived.

Five seconds.

Tang Ji suddenly realized that he had finished the memories of him and Tang Anran. Anran's body was too weak to support him in activities like other children.

As for Tang Ji, he wasted too much time on feeling sorry for himself. He should have taken action against the superhuman long ago instead of waiting for a whole year.

As he prepared, the pioneers were galloping forward.

Four seconds.

Tang Ji began to recall every detail of his relationship with Wu Qianying. When did their relationship begin to get involved?

Does she like herself, or does she simply want to be Tang Anran's mother, and she is buying one, getting one free?

Three seconds.

Because Tang Ji was bored, he began to examine the various interfaces of the system. This thing was not affected in any way. Even in this state, it still appeared clearly in his mind.

Then he discovered something new,.

[User ID: Tangji-Rage LV2

Incarnation of Fury (awakened, unable to fully read information): Fury, one of the Seven Deadly Sins, the spokesperson of hatred and revenge in the world. Besides law and justice, there is another kind of justice.

The burning anger forges your body in another sense. Every day you can feel that you are stronger than yesterday. This is the power of anger.

As the embodiment of rage, you are very sensitive to anger, especially anger directed at yourself. From now on, you can sense all units that are angry towards you within one kilometer.

Endless anger infects your will and enriches your body. You gradually realize that you are the embodiment of rage, not a description.

Auxiliary ability - Flame of Hatred (omitted)

Auxiliary ability - Wrath of all living beings (omitted)

Auxiliary ability - Deathmatch invitation (omitted)

Auxiliary ability - weapon of revenge (omitted)

Affiliated ability - conceptual body (semi-awakened, unable to fully read information): You once firmly believed that material existence relied on objective facts. However, in the confrontations between life and death, you finally understood that the spirit is superior to the body, and the will is superior to the body. Reality, rage is a fire that cannot be extinguished.

Exchange ability - discovering weaknesses (omitted)

Exchange ability - reinforcement (omitted)

Redemption Ability—Phase Assassin (omitted)

Exchange ability - Dimensional gate (omitted)

Data read error

Unable to read more information

Points owned: 4600

Hunting list: omitted]

Two seconds.

Tang Ji silently looked at the newly emerged subsidiary ability of [Conceptual Body].

One second!

He struggled and ordered himself to move. With the implementation of his will, Tang Ji entered a phase transition state at the moment when the nuclear flames flashed again.

Globally, Mikkelsen, who no longer held back, used the fastest efficiency to obtain the identification codes of subsequent missiles, directly opened the back door to locate those missiles, and completed the interception.

"There are no more strikes." Mikkelsen stood in front of Wu Qianying, watching the third nuclear flash on the screen: "It will take us four hours to get to the scene. The protective equipment is ready. Let's take him go home."

Mikkelsen's words in the scene were very nice, but Wu Qianying didn't accept this at all. She just replied coldly: "He's not dead yet!"

Mikkelsen wisely did not respond, but quietly exited the tent and began to officially take over the legacy left by Tanguy.

For Mikkelsen, Tanguy is undoubtedly a good partner. He doesn't mind being used at all. As long as the process is in his interests, he is very happy to make a knife.

This is what Mikkelsen admires most about Tang Ji. Few people in modern times can see themselves as clearly as Tang Ji. He knows what he is good at and where the boundaries of his abilities are.

Apart from Tang Ji himself, the most valuable part of his legacy is his connections. In addition to strategic talents like Wu Qianying and Wang Zhengdao, his team is also a high-quality asset.

Even from Mikkelsen's perspective, he must admit that Tanguy's team is most likely the most professional superhuman team in the world.

They cooperate with each other tacitly and maximize their abilities. The few non-superhuman team members are also irreplaceable.

Among them, the one that makes Mikkelsen jealous the most is Surte, the speedster.

To be fair, Mikkelsen never thought about overstepping his authority. This team could get 100 points in Tang Ji's hands. That's because the full score of the test paper is only 100 points. If he takes over, this team lacks Tang Ji's Under certain circumstances, you may only get 97 points, which is a qualitative gap.

But just letting it disappear among everyone would be a waste of resources.

Mikkelsen has plenty of patience to wait, waiting for them to get out of the shadow of Tanguy's death, and then gather their team.

As for Wang Zhengdao, Mikkelsen is the most at ease. Wang Zhengdao is a gentleman who puts the overall situation first, and a gentleman means he can be bullied.

Mikkelsen is certain that in the post-Tangji era, he is Wang Zhengdao's only trustworthy ally.

He was sorry that things had come to this, but this was war and it would not stop with the death of one person, war would only end with the corpse of the loser rotting.

"Is the transportation ready? Let's leave now!" Wu Qianying collected her emotions and walked out of the tent with Aaliya.

Behind them were all the team members except Anthony.

Mikkelsen snapped his fingers, and two square armored vehicles with eight wheels drove over: "Let's go directly to the airport."

The Petrochemical Alliance is a big military camp, filled with all kinds of old models of scrap metal, from transport planes to flying fortresses, to these two Man-eating Shark three-proof armored vehicles that have been in service for almost half a century, all of them are Miko. Erson brought it from a nearby military base.

A C-17 Skymaster transport plane quickly took off from the airport and flew towards gathering point No. 14.

On the other side, after the countdown ended, Cathy Walter had a complex smile on her face, which contained emotions of disappointment and satisfaction at the same time. She was frantically captured by the reporters at the scene.

"Sorry, I was distracted just now. Let's continue the topic we just talked about. Regarding Woco Group's investment in Night City, we will make additional investment to ensure that the central area becomes an area that Night City can truly be proud of!" Cathy Walter The words quickly brought the scene back on track.

No one dared to look down upon her, because the power of the Walter Group's wealth and power had begun to ferment.

While dealing with reporters, Cathy Walter sent a message to Aslan: "Send someone to check on site."

"Are you crazy? The nuclear bomb over there has just been blown up!" Yaslan immediately replied: "Don't forget, we are seriously short of physical bodies now, and no one is willing to take on this task."

"Send someone right away!" Cathy's tone immediately became stern: "Use your authority to issue mandatory tasks, or whatever you want to do. If you can't handle this little thing, we will break up after this! "

Aslan's face looked a little ugly, but in the end he was unable to refute.

Cathy Walter resisted the pressure from Mrs. Generous and used Markarian as a shield to get an opportunity to kill Tangji. She paid a lot.

And if I continue to hide behind, I'm afraid I won't even have a chance to make a living.

So Aslan gritted his teeth and called a pioneer with the [Dimension Gate] ability to go and inspect the scene himself.

No one could survive three nuclear bombs, no one!

But first he had to prepare himself a suit of protective clothing that was safe enough, otherwise the nuclear radiation at the site alone would make him go back for a week's leave.

PS: Check for typos later