I give the world destruction and rebirth

Although the prophet was very uncooperative, Markarian and the others never thought that they could 'turn enemies into friends' so easily. They also had plan B.

"We have arrived at the Demonstration City. Sir, is everything going well there?" Cathy Walter had already logged into the modest body again at this time. Her whole body looked in high spirits, and behind her stood a dressed-up prophet.

"Pay attention to safety. Your priority for logging out of the body has been authorized, but please remember that the entire offline process still requires at least five seconds of uninterrupted waiting time." Markarian's voice spoke on the other side of the phone Side story: "This is already my highest authority, don't think we can be like Madam."

"Sir, I'm very satisfied." Cathy Walter chuckled: "Thank you for your concern, I can't thank you enough."

Cathy Walter's words were extremely flattering to Markarian, but her smile was still faint, completely inconsistent with her tone.

She didn't expect that she would still have such an opportunity in this unlucky world. Although danger and opportunity coexisted, Cathy Volhe still firmly seized this opportunity.

Just now, Markarian increased Cathy Walter's personal authority, allowing her to enter and leave the world at a faster speed.

This was originally an insignificant privilege for the big shots, but because of Tangji's special nature, it was equivalent to a safety rate in this world.

On the one hand, this is Cathy Walter's reward for attacking Tang Ji before. Although the plan failed, she at least proved that after separating Tang Ji and Wang Zhengdao, their threat was greatly weakened.

In this case, listing Wang Zhengdao as the highest-level target is undoubtedly a more efficient choice.

On the other hand, it was because Cathy Walter needed to stand at the front desk this time and expose herself to Tang Ji. Once Markarian's plan failed, it meant that she would face Tang Ji directly.

However, Cathy Walter was willing to take such risks. This was how she transformed from an ordinary pioneer to a great pioneer.

Behind her, the internationally renowned makeup artist Mukai Coy used all his skills to cover up the prophet's old age, and repackaged the prophet while retaining the characteristics of the prophet as much as possible so that he could be recognized at a glance. .

Wearing a purple hooded long dress, it is dignified and luxurious enough, but the two sides of the ribs are designed with long cross openings, which can be looming every time you wave. The slightly gauze-like transparent eyelids, which are only two fingers wide, are close to the eyebrows. , just covering the most obvious wrinkles at the corners of the prophet's eyes.

The prophet's overall style at this time was more like a gypsy witch, and her attire fit her name very well. What the pioneers wanted was this feeling, so that ordinary people who didn't know anything could tell at a glance that she was a prophet.

"Raise your hand." The makeup artist who was born as a naturalized person was not surprised by the puppet-like model. Among many naturalized people, he is the one who has been exposed to more pioneers. He designed three of the seven virtues. .

Unfortunately, those works of art were all destroyed by Tang Ji. The designer looked at the woman in front of him with some dissatisfaction.

"Her skin is too saggy and her eyes are dull. I need a soft-light drone to illuminate her face at a 45-degree angle at a distance of 3.5 meters in front of her and a height of 2.5 meters to achieve the best results. The best state." The designer explained to the team members behind him.

A feisty transgender drone pilot rummaged through the gold-pink drone storage box and took out a lighting drone the size of a football.

"Is it okay to use light No. 2?" the drone pilot asked as the drone took off and shone the soft light on the prophet's face.

"Brighter, more focused, I need light to cover up her old age." The designer stood five meters away with his shoulders crossed and looked at the prophet's face. After adjusting it again and again, he nodded.

"That's it, fix the image plan and use this one from now on. Don't change the look of this old woman in the future." The designer complained to Cathy Walter.

"Let her make some expression." Cathy glanced at the woman in the corner who looked more like a puppet than a prophet and ordered.

That was the body they had customized for Envy. It was said that he was named Apostle by Envy and could transmit his power and will across thousands of kilometers.

Sometimes Cathy feels that the native people of this world are much more creative than them in the use and combination of supernatural abilities.

At its peak, the Trail Blazers had nearly 100,000 different transcendental abilities, but no one had tried in depth to combine the different abilities.

Many pioneers, and even herself, are still used to treating different abilities as single skills, but the potential of supernatural abilities is much more than that.

Cathy Walter took a deep breath. If she said she wasn't nervous, it would be a lie. No pioneer dared to face Tang Ji's edge. This was completely different from the feeling of facing danger in the past.

Just standing here, before the plan started, the threat from Tangji made a woman like Cathy Walter feel suffocated. The corset to highlight her figure seemed to be shrinking, making Cathy's face flush and a little dizzy.

But Cathy Walter must stand up because her ambition is not that of a big pioneer.

Cathy looked at the prophet who was making various exaggerated expressions, and finally a smile appeared on her lips. This is what the indigenous people of this world should look like.

"Be lively!" Cathy ordered loudly.

Envy, who was far away in the expansion of the country in Sudan, frowned. As the carrier of will, the apostle stared at Cathy Walter with godless eyes, but in the end, jealousy controlled the prophet and revealed a prophetic smile that Wang Zhengdao was very familiar with.

"Much better, don't forget her speech." Cathy Walter's face was undisguised with disdain. She turned jealously and looked at Port Sudan, which was gradually restoring order, and decided to endure it for the time being.

Off the coast of Del Coronado Bay in Night City, the Moonlight Gold is floating at a depth of 220 meters underwater. This ship has been anchored here for several months. Mr. Good Luck has always been interested in this place. With a soft spot, his presence made everyone on the ship lower their guard.

Little did they know that the Newport Huntington Industrial Group had been secretly acquired by the naturalized forces, and the specific location of the ship was obtained through internal data.

Hundreds of nautical miles away, on a small helicopter carrier, dozens of soldiers equipped with frogman equipment were doing their final image memory.

The Moonlight Gold is a cruise ship built according to the standards of a doomsday fortress. It has a complete self-defense system. These frogmen are the only ones who can get close without triggering the defense system.

The average age of these people is over fifty-five years old. They are almost the last batch of regular frogmen soldiers who are still capable of fighting.

Most of them had undergone biochemical transformation with immature technology before the Enterprise War, and were better able to adapt to the pressure and visibility of deep water areas.

But with the birth of the Devil's Salmon, the frogman troops became useless, because they were also included in the recipe range of those Devil's Salmon.

This time, they decided to embark on this mission because they obtained a special pheromone from the Genghai Group, which could disperse the demonic salmon swarms in the sea within an effective period of time.

"Remember your mission, find the ship, and then enter the cabin from the bottom swimming pool. It is forbidden to harm civilian targets in the ship!" the captain shouted loudly.

This last order was specially emphasized by the gold master, and it was forbidden to cause casualties.

The people in the Moonlight Gold may be Tangji's only weakness, and Markarian protects them like treasures.

Cathy Walter's previous plan was not complicated, but very practical. They all had their own responsibilities. As long as they took the right medicine and separated them, they would have a chance to start.

After all, the players are 'invaders' from higher dimensions, and they are not quite used to such strategies. Most of the time, as long as there are enough people, the world will let them do whatever they want.

That night Tang Ji and Wang Zhengdao survived in the hotel. Although there was little hope, Wang Zhengdao still injected a tracker made of biological materials into the other party's blood while the other party was not paying attention.

But as of now, the Trail Blazers have no plans to recover the wounded. They just let the player be taken away by the law enforcers, and then lost consciousness in the hospital. The player went offline directly, leaving Wang Zhengdao and the others with nothing. body.

"Have you not made a decision yet? To be honest, you are not suitable to be a leader at all." A clone of Mikkelsen sat in the bar and patted Wang Zhengdao on the shoulder: "If you can't make a move, I could pretend to be you and it would all be over in forty-eight hours.”

Both in appearance and temperament, this Mikkelsen is different from the Mikkelsen Tang Ji and the others are familiar with. Not only does he have dark blue shoulder-length hair, he is wearing a Samurai band cultural shirt, and he also has a The rock-style spiked wristbands are a crowd pleaser.

Wang Zhengdao glanced at the other party. Although Mikkelsen kept using a joking tone, considering the other party's background and identity, Wang Zhengdao did not even dare to drink the wine in the cup.

He was afraid that if he drank a glass of wine, it would be forty-eight hours later when he woke up. By then, an estimated one-third of the people in the Ark organization would be dead, and the remaining people would look at him with fear in their eyes.

Wang Zhengdao looked at Tang Ji sitting on the other side and suddenly realized his cowardice. He did not dare and did not want to take such responsibility.

He practiced Sanjiu in the winter and Sanfu in the summer since he was a child. Only on the Chinese New Year day could he play with other children unscrupulously. When he became an adult, he took over the mantle of his master and was invited to participate in large competitions as a referee from time to time. A day of free time.

That's why Wang Zhengdao longed for a free life. When he woke up, he was like a wild horse wandering around the world. However, within a few days he was noticed by the prophet.

Wang Zhengdao still doesn't know what role he played in the future that the prophet had seen. Curiosity keeps crawling in his heart like a heart-eating worm, but the prophet is tight-lipped and refuses to reveal a word.

He still doesn't know why he believed in the prophet's evil deeds at that time. He devoted himself to the Ark Organization and began his life as a worker.

It can be said that before Tang Ji, Wang Zhengdao was the number one enemy of the Trail Blazers. Over the years, the Prophet did not know how many attacks from the Trail Blazers he had avoided thanks to Wang Zhengdao.

Due to Wang Zhengdao's nature, if the prophet treated him as a national scholar, he would repay him as a national scholar. If he changed the person, the Ark organization would have changed dynasties long ago.

"Your branch staff in Gaul are secretly communicating with the Gaul officials. People from the Gaul ECS Bureau are also involved. There is also an organization calling itself the Gentlemen's League to mediate." The punk-style Mikkelsen raised his hand. Ordered a beer: "And this is just the beginning. There are many careerists in the Ark organization."

"Money is the cornerstone of the Ark organization, but that woman relied on instinct to do business. She accumulated wealth too quickly and had no foundation at all." Mikkelsen drank half a glass of beer in one gulp and burped happily: "By the way, in fact, in my eyes, your personal value is higher than that of the entire Ark organization. I am happy to see the Ark organization disbanded, and then you can focus on following Tang Ji, which will be more efficient."

Mikkelsen's expression suddenly changed mid-sentence and he stood up suddenly.

"The prophet has appeared!" Mikkelsen looked a little ugly. He shouted to the noisy crowd in the bar: "Quiet! Get out of here!"

Then Wang Zhengdao and Tang Ji saw that nearly a quarter of the people in the bar immediately shut up and suddenly showed a completely different temperament. They even pushed and supported the real guests and kicked them out of the bar. The door was closed from the outside.

The bartender stood respectfully at a distance, looking out the window warily.

"I chose this place at random, how did you know I was coming here?" Wang Zhengdao looked at Mikkelsen in shock. This was a tavern on an unknown street in Amsterdam. He and Tang Ji killed all the people in the hotel. After being a player, I came here on an impromptu basis.

Wang Zhengdao was already surprised that the elusive Mikkelsen could find them. He actually wanted to ask how he could see you everywhere, but now half of the bar is his, and Wang Zhengdao couldn't understand it at all.

"You think choosing this place is a random choice, but to me, based on your past and the nature of your and Tang Ji's mission this time, there is a 32% chance that you will come here to drink." Mikkelsen Pointing to Wang Zhengdao's cup: "Two glasses of gin with ice at a time, right? You have been here six times in the past year. To be honest, the image of Asians here is quite eye-catching. of."

"Your behavior is too predictable." Mikkelsen looked at Wang Zhengdao and turned on the TV, where the owner of the new W Palace was giving an excited speech: "So, knowing that it is a trap, are you going? ?”

"Ladies and gentlemen, as the 68th President of the Commonwealth, I am honored to declare that there are people with good intentions outside our civilization."

Boom!

Tang Ji's wine glass smashed the TV, and he raised his eyebrows at Wang Zhengdao, with an expression that seemed to say: "Let's go do something big!"

PS: I didn’t write anything yesterday. I fell asleep at the table. I had a lot of things to worry about. The day before yesterday, there was water upstairs and the house was flooded. No one was home during the day. I don’t know why the water was so big. There was water everywhere. Hardware was basically intact. It's over, the cabinets, sofas, mattresses, everything is over. The loss is expected to be over 80,000 yuan. I have been busy in the past two days to assess the damage and argue with the upstairs, and most likely I will have to file a lawsuit to resolve it.

Although I know I will definitely have to pay compensation in the end, I have only lived in the house for two years, so it is too bad to have this happen. I feel that it is a bit of a misfortune. Lao Mo is thinking about whether to find someone to settle the matter.