I give the world destruction and rebirth

"Did you hear anything?" Ida Doherty asked her photographer. Although many reporters have begun to accept the use of drone cameramen, she is still used to having a big-ass photographer next to her. Many reporters It works wonders sometimes.

For example, right now, those little Bitch drones have landed and become decorations because there is no signal, but Kevin can not only continue to shoot, but also use his 43-yard big feet to help him kick those who want to get out of the way. asshole.

"I didn't hear anything, Ada, I think we'd better get out of here quickly." Photographer Kevin had a cigar in his mouth and a camera on his shoulder: "The things recorded here are enough for us I got a promotion and a salary increase.”

"I think the more this time comes, the more news we have to dig up." Ida Doherty remained elegant and walked through the messy office. Because the walls moved, it now looked like a battlefield: "There are too many doubts. , who doesn’t know that madman Tang Ji has been chasing people from the Losas organization. There must be a reason for him to be here today! And what kind of company would decorate its office area in such a ghostly manner? Here is everything from start to finish The words "big news" are written at the end."

"Hell, Ada, don't forget that I said that news about Tang Ji will be suppressed in the future." Kevin recorded the scene in the maze with a camera: "And no one cares about the truth. Just look at the traffic before, Commander-in-Chief The public announcement of the existence of aliens did not make the top ten news, and it was not until Tang Ji appeared that people were willing to come to the show."

"But aren't you curious about the truth behind these things?" Ida Doherty asked. As she spoke, she picked up a bottle of water from the desk she passed by: "Don't you have some ideals as a media person? "

"I'm anti-camera." Kevin shrugged and complained. After all, if the Federal Broadcasting Corporation hadn't always been conservative, he might not even be able to keep a job carrying cameras.

"Maybe the reason why that lunatic Tangji appeared here is because the Walter Group and those aliens are inseparable from the Losas organization." Ada Doherty became excited: "Think about it Kevin, Alien terrorists! This question alone is worth thousands of dollars!"

But the female reporter's words were not echoed by Ping Nie and fell directly to the ground: "Kevin? Are you listening to me?"

"Ada, shut up." Photographer Kevin focused the camera on Tang Ji's face, and put a stiff smile on his face: "Hello, Tang. We are the UBC filming team, and my partner has not returned from before. in shock."

In the middle of speaking, Kevin suddenly remembered that the previous attack seemed to be the work of this famous terrorist, and he suddenly got stuck.

The female reporter Ada Doherty, who finally discovered Tang Ji, seemed to be recharged. She ran towards Tang Ji without fear, and the recording device that had never left her hand hit her: "Tang Ji, you don't want to talk about today. Do you want to make some comments about what happened? Why did you attack the New W Palace? What do you think of the members of the Seven Virtues claiming to be aliens? Is this attack related to the grudge between you and the Losas organization? "

Mr. Furious, who had just completed an ability fusion, felt as if he had been pulled directly into a talk show, and was a little confused.

"Should I call you Tang Ji, or Law Enforcer Tang? Or do you prefer Butcher? You have never responded directly to your supporters on the Internet, so I don't know which name you prefer." Ada Dole Di immediately entered the state, and all kinds of questions came to her like a barrage.

Photographer Kevin, who was complaining about his work, also gave Tang Ji a thumbs up in cooperation, indicating that the other party could answer now.

"Tangji." Mr. Angry struggled to answer his only clear question in silence. He now regretted not cutting off his humble head and hanging it on his waist, otherwise the two reporters would not have been so bold. Come up.

"Very well, Tang Ji, relax. Believe me, you urgently need a window to talk to the public, and it's hard to find a bold reporter like me. After all, you have a good reputation." Ida Doherty said nothing. He looked at Tang Ji without hesitation: "So let's clarify a question first. Will you shoot me because I asked some questions you don't want to answer during the interview?"

"It depends on the situation." Tang Ji was moved by the first half of the other party's words: "You can give it a try."

"This is the answer I'm looking forward to. Have you recorded it? Mr. Tang Ji is willing to participate in our visit!" Ada Doherty ignored the threat in Tang Ji's tone. In fact, the reason why Tang Ji is so popular on the Internet is He has many supporters because many people can see that he is a person with a bottom line.

"First question, why are you here?" Ada Doherty asked first, and then whispered: "If you don't want to answer, you can respond with silence. This is easier for the audience to understand than beating me to death directly, and This is not a live broadcast, we can edit it later.”

"I am." Tangji was about to answer the question, but suddenly remembered his original purpose. He was here to save people, but in Cathy Walter's eyes, that fish was too attractive!

Therefore, he left the target he wanted to save at the press conference.

"Don't want to answer? Very good, second question." Ada Doherty didn't care and was ready to continue asking questions.

"I'm here to save people, Prophet. She was mentally controlled by those people." The expression on Tang Ji's face was a little distorted, but Ada Doherty did not intend to correct it.

"So, those guys who claim to be aliens have the ability to control minds?" Ada Doherty asked the second question. She didn't care about the truth behind it at all. She just wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to do something else. Get more scoop before reporters show up.

"No, the person who controls the prophet is a superhuman, and he is on the side of the pioneers." Tang Ji replied: "And I am on the other side of the pioneers."

"In other words, those people didn't lie. They were indeed aliens? And you were already hostile to them long before they came forward? Why?" Ada Doherty asked seriously.

"Because they can take over our bodies at will. They call us body bodies, just like a public game account. You can use it at will. Do you understand?" Tang Ji frowned, and the reporter's relaxed attitude was a bit irritating. He did.

"Oh! Don't get excited, bro, I'm on your side! I even donated money to your fan site! I understand, evil aliens, we must defeat them to save the world!" Ada. Doherty reached out and made a claw-waving gesture.

Tang Ji suddenly felt that he was wasting time. He pushed away the female reporter and walked straight to the camera. He stretched out his hand to hold the camera: "I am Tang Ji. Remember my face. When your life is changed by these descendants and pioneers, , when players or aliens are destroyed, remember, the war has just begun."

"The interview is over." Tang Ji turned around and headed in the direction he came from. He had to get the prophet back.

"You pissed him off." Cameraman Kevin checked the previously recorded footage and teased: "It's a miracle he didn't pull out a gun and kill you. Did you know that you're already ranked third on the butcher list? A celebrity? A noble person!"

"Hell, I already said, I stand with him! I really donated money to that website!" Ada Doherty was a little annoyed, but she didn't dare to continue to pester Tang Ji. God knows whether the other party would be okay with it. Give her a shot to open her eyes: "Come and see, what's been recorded?"

"Do you think what he said is true?" Kevin looked at Tang Ji's declaration at the end of the video and asked Ada Doherty: "Those people can enter our bodies at will?"

"What does this have to do with you? Even if there weren't those descendants, wouldn't you just do whatever the boss asked you to do?" Ada Doherty rolled her eyes: "They didn't even bother to take over your fat body. It’s enough to say a word.”

"You are really a philosopher, Ada." Kevin was choked and couldn't say anything in rebuttal.

Tang Ji, who had already left, naturally heard their conversation. With his superhuman hearing, he could even hear the breathing behind several walls.

But Tang Ji can't do anything about it. He can kill players, but he can't correct order.

The maze set up by the pioneers could not stop Tang Ji. The phase jump allowed him to easily cross one wall after another until he returned to the fake press room.

The good news is that the prophet is still there, the bad news is that she looks like she's about to leave, accompanied by a nondescript entourage.

The moment he saw Tang Ji appear out of thin air, jealousy from far away in Sudan made his eyes wide open. The seemingly perfect order of several big cities in Sudan was instantly thrown into chaos. Trains rushed down the tracks and ships crashed into Port, large number of personal transport vehicles crowded at the intersection

Jealousy immediately gave up on the precious apostle and disconnected the spiritual link to protect himself. He didn't know why the furious bastard had new abilities. This was unscientific!

The burning fire of jealousy filled his heart, and the emotion of longing and unfulfillment made jealousy beyond recognition. Why did he grow up so fast? Why does he have so many abilities? Could it be that greed joined forces with him?

no! I need more! The unprecedented desire for control urges jealousy to continue to squeeze its own potential, to occupy more land and population, and to expand the area of ​​​​the Kingdom of God on earth!

Tang Ji didn't know that his appearance alone caused thousands of casualties in a country as far away as Africa. He only knew that he abandoned the puppet out of jealousy.

As the apostle fell, the prophet also collapsed to the ground, but she quickly regained her consciousness.

"It's so disgusting, I will never forget this feeling." The prophet slowly got up from the ground, his face full of disgust: "It feels like the tentacles of jealousy have just shot through my brain."

"Long time no see." Tang Ji stretched out his hand to support the prophet, ignoring the disgusting scene described by the other party: "At least they dressed you up well."

"I really didn't know you still had this kind of sense of humor." The prophet said faintly: "Don't think that if you say a few nice words, I will forget that you left me here! You bastard!"

Tang Ji looked around awkwardly, pretending not to hear.

"Where is that bastard Wang Zhengdao?" The prophet picked up a pistol from the corpse on the ground: "How should we get out of here?"

"He went to the Moonlight Gold, and Wu Qianying and the others were attacked." Tang Ji took the prophet's hand and started to find a way in the maze. With the prophet, he could not use the phase jump to leave.

"Are you okay An Ran?" The prophet tore up the purple dress with some dissatisfaction and tied a knot at the thigh to facilitate movement.

"He is safe." Tang Ji replied affirmatively.

"It seems that there are only two of us?" the prophet sighed: "I remember this is the ninety-ninth floor. I will try my best to walk through the first nine floors by myself. You will have to carry me on your back for the next ninety floors."

"You'd better come up now." Tang Ji walked up to the prophet and bent down: "I'll walk faster."

"Has anyone ever said that you don't understand amorous feelings?" The prophet patted Tang Ji hard on the back: "Didn't Wu Qianying teach you how to talk to women?"

Tang Ji recalled the way Wu Qianying looked at him as if he were reading a book every time, and shook his head affirmatively: "She doesn't need me to talk."

The prophet lay down directly and rubbed hard to find a comfortable position: "Let's go, let's go now!"

Just like Tang Ji said, he walked a little faster alone. The prophet was very light. Although she stood at a height of 1.75 meters, she was very thin and looked very unhealthy.

Peering into the future caused irreversible damage to her body and spirit. According to Wu Qianying's analysis, every time she peeked into the future was equivalent to living in a non-existent timeline for decades. Even if she would return to eighteen years old afterwards, The power of time still acted on her body and mind.

This unique aging mechanism has created the current prophet. According to her biological age, the prophet is only twenty-seven years old, but in fact she is almost two hundred years old.

The prophet's white hair hung down on the back of Tang Ji's neck. On Tang Ji's generous back, the prophet closed his eyes with some peace of mind, enjoying the moment of peace. A tear passed from the corner of his eye and dripped on his windbreaker.

"You know, in the timeline I've been looking at, Angelina and I have always had a good relationship." The prophet suddenly said: "Our personalities are very compatible. I have always envied her cheerfulness and optimism, as well as you."

Tang Ji's muscles instantly tensed up to the point of being a little stiff.

"Traveling through plausible timelines again and again, no matter what changes I make there, they will eventually disappear. No one except me knows what happened." The prophet put his cheek on Tangji's back: "Only Angelina And you, like a beacon, have always been there, no matter how the timeline changes, we are always together happily, as if nothing can separate you."

"I'm jealous of you," the prophet continued, "I'm jealous of your love, I'm jealous of your life."

Tang Ji tried his best to focus on finding the way, but he obviously overestimated his ability to listen to stories, so that he completely failed to notice the leader and his party in front of him.

PS: The counterattack has begun, and there is still some hope. Once the foreign debt is thrown away, the strait is locked, it is absolutely impossible.