I give the world destruction and rebirth

"Head, I feel like my bones are all rusty. Haven't we had any field missions recently? These people are currently studying my excrement. I'm worried that they will trace the source." The big man Martin squatted in front of Tang Ji aggrievedly. The bronze skin now looks a little blue, reflecting a metallic luster, and looks like a good human shield.

I have to say that the days at the Lost Mountain base changed Martin a lot. At least he would not have said in such a roundabout way that someone was thinking about his ASHOL (understand).

"What makes you feel like I have the final say here?" Tang Ji ran wildly on the treadmill with more than 70 sensor patches attached to his body. A large amount of data was continuously recorded by various devices. The speed on the treadmill showed 102 kilometers per hour. Hour.

"Hey" Martin sat down on the ground, looked around as if he were a thief, took out a hamburger from his arms, and swallowed it in one bite.

Ethan was opposite them. He was sitting on a suspended seat. There were hundreds of paper crane-sized flapping-wing drones floating around him. The researchers removed the altimeter that controlled the altitude and formatted the bionic Learning from the chip, now all the movements of these drones are directly controlled by Ethan with his consciousness.

Not only did he need to maintain the hovering movements of these drones, he also had to keep his suspended seat from falling to the ground. Directly under the chair was Ethan's most precious VR equipment, which also contained his previous virtual girlfriend.

Large drops of sweat visibly appeared on Ethan's forehead. No one knew whether it was because he overused his abilities or because Miwako was standing diagonally opposite him with her shoulders in her arms.

On one side is the virtual girlfriend who has accompanied him for countless lonely hours, and on the other side is the real-world love that he has chased for several months and finally saw the light of day in the hardships of life and death. Just looking at this scene makes many people's blood pressure rise. Come up.

Only the researcher next to him said excitedly to his colleagues: "This is a record-breaking! He has persisted for thirteen minutes. Who came up with this method? It's so effective!"

Miwako snorted, and the Charmander on her arm made a coordinated movement of breathing fire in the direction of Ethan.

At this time, an alarm suddenly erupted inside the Lost Mountain base. The harsh ringing made many security personnel immediately run to the gun cabinet.

A whirlwind blew by, and along with two traces of sparks splashing on the ground, Sirte appeared handsomely in a metal suit: "It's so cool!"

Following the young man's excited tone, the drone swarm swept by the air wave instantly lost control. Ethan's suspended seat also fell from half a meter in the air with a clang, smashing his virtual wife.

"No!" Ethan's sharp screams stopped in the summer, because Ethan, who had taken off his auxiliary helmet, saw Miwako with an impatient face.

Surte, who was not yet sensitive to the relationship between men and women, glanced at Ethan's square shape curiously, but his curiosity was quickly overtaken by the joy in his heart. He excitedly took off his helmet and showed off to Tang Ji: "Head , look at my special exoskeleton armor!”

Tang Ji slid directly to the ground along the inertia of the treadmill, as if there was no inertia at a speed of more than 100 kilometers per hour. He left two clear footprints on the rubber floor, and also left a lot of unknown meaning on the equipment. data.

"I am the person in charge of the Sirte project, Silva Ferguson, and my research direction is morphological field theory." A balding middle-aged man driving a battery car suddenly braked the car in front of Sirte, and said to himself While introducing, he said in the communicator: "The experimental subject has been found, the alarm has been lifted."

Following his words, the alarm in the base finally stopped. Sirte looked at Ferguson with some dissatisfaction: "Didn't I tell you that I'll come back as soon as I go?"

"So you broke through two of our security doors?" Silva Ferguson looked like a high school teacher, which made Soult lose his temper.

"Head, I'm just here to show you how cool this thing is. With it, I don't have to worry about being accidentally injured on the battlefield." Surt patted his exoskeleton armor, and the entire chest armor was directly It fell to the ground.

"The rover armor needs additional fixings to keep up with you. Your impulse just now caused at least two million worth of prototype parts to be scrapped." Ferguson patted the co-pilot of the electric car hard: "After you caused even greater damage, Come back with me quickly before you lose anything."

Tang Ji said nothing and just pointed in the direction of the electric car. Surte was like a child who had made a mistake, walking towards the electric car step by step. The exoskeleton armor kept falling off his body like autumn leaves. After dropping off the parts, by the time he got into the car, all he had left was a pair of gloves and half a boot.

The researcher Ferguson brought along with him picked up a lot of parts and piled them behind Surte, then disappeared from Tang Ji's sight with a clanking sound.

This is not the first time this has happened. The Saint just secretly 'escaped' from the experimental area yesterday and wanted Vicky to hide herself with [Shield]. Those researchers are determining the Saint's [Taking Master] After seeing the potential of the mantis shrimp, I wanted him to imitate the punch of the mantis shrimp.

Even Shadow has expressed his boredom with the endless experiments to a certain extent. In Wu Qianying's words, people here rarely encounter such cooperative experimental subjects. Most of the superhuman criminals detained in the base responded to the experiments. Rejection in the heart.

Of course, it is not ruled out that these people want to hide their stupidity and then find opportunities to escape.

Fortunately, Wu Qianying is in charge of the entire base, and she knows exactly how to attract these rough guys.

At the end of the experiment, Martin will receive a custom-made oversized reinforced dragon scale armor suit, while Surte will be able to take away the prototype of the Rover exoskeleton he currently wears.

In fact, the prototype is not very rigorous, because in order to adapt to Surte, Ferguson and the others finally dismantled all the auxiliary power equipment and the entire energy package. Strictly speaking, Surte actually just wore a human-machine effect. Very good full face armor.

The superhuman strength and physical strength allow Surte to ignore the weight of the exoskeleton armor and directly drive it with human power.

The technical blueprint for the Wanderer armor came from the Fort Hood military base. Apparently, the R\u0026D department under General Martinez originally wanted to make up for the biggest shortcomings of the artificial superhumans of the Zephyr Team.

It's a pity that the supernatural abilities injected by the members of the Zephyr Team are naturally incompatible with exoskeleton equipment. Surte's [Bullet Time] ability forms a time bubble-like thing surrounding him around him.

This ability gives Surte more than meets the eye. Based on rigorous psychological examinations, Ferguson and the others finally determined that Surte's mental age was only fifteen years and six months, but his bone age was already sixteen years and one. months.

In other words, if Surte is fast enough one day in the future, he is likely to spend a year or even longer at his own time flow in one day.

In this time stream, Surt is a god in the true sense. To him, humans and even the entire human civilization are like stones on the roadside. They do not move, speak, listen, or even think. .

Furthermore, if Surte can develop his abilities to the extreme, there is a possibility that he can go back to the past and change history.

In general, the appearance of Surte excited the entire Lost Mountain Base researchers, and they almost used boxing to decide which scientific research team could get Surte first.

Wu Qianying said that the scene was definitely worth watching. In the end, the reason why Silva Ferguson got Soult first was entirely because of Soult's choice.

"I'm afraid the entire scientific community will not agree with Sirte following you through life and death, including me." Wu Qianying said to Tang Ji: "But I also know that even if all the guys in the scientific community who have the ability to take care of themselves take up arms, We can’t stop Surte from going through life and death with you, so we must first ensure Surte’s safety on the battlefield. We need to give him a protective shell that is strong enough to protect him like a tortoise.”

"Twice the speed of sound?" Tang Ji joked at the time, but Wu Qianying's attitude was very serious.

"We must protect him and don't let anything happen to him. If one day in the future, all plans, including you, fail, we can at least place our hope on him." Wu Qianying looked at Sirte's eyes and said Look at Jesus on the cross again: "Superhumans who can destroy the world appear every day, but so far he is the second one who has the hope of rewriting history."

"Isn't there a paradox that I remember?" Tang Ji tried hard to recall the knowledge he had learned in school: "It means that if time travel is possible, then our current history has been rewritten? It seems like It’s this, but I remember there seems to be something about my grandfather in it?”

"You are so cute when you say these words." Wu Qianying looked at Tang Ji with caring eyes and ended the topic: "Those paradoxes should be left to those of us who are powerless to worry about."

To be honest, Tang Ji was actually quite resentful about this matter. He felt that Wu Qianying had given him a hard time, but he couldn't provide any evidence.

So in a deserted corner, Tang Ji once threatened the non-existent future tense Surte in a low voice, asking the other party to leave him a note no matter what if he was listening.

But that Surte did not respond to Tang Ji, so Tang Ji felt that Surte would probably not have this ability in the future.

"Two pieces of news." Mikkelsen said to Tang Ji with a familiar opening statement: "The good news is that with my unremitting efforts, we successfully found two more players' gathering points, with a total number of more than twenty people. The bad news is that those pioneers probably crammed another 150 players into our world during this time."

"Give me the address." What Tang Ji was holding was the physical test report Wu Qianying had just given him. It showed that he had gained 57% in weight over the past year, and had grown four centimeters in height. His overall physical fitness It has increased from seven to twelve times, and there is a question mark after this number, because his physical fitness will increase significantly when he is angry.

There was a lot of more detailed professional data later, but Tang Ji couldn't understand what those capital letters meant. The only thing he could be sure of was that most of the data were either far lower than normal values, or exceeded by hundreds of times.

This reminded Tang Ji of Wu Qianying's words. From a genetic point of view, the difference between superhumans and humans, superhumans and superhumans is greater than that of humans and mice. Maybe before they worried about superhumans or players destroying the world , mankind will perish due to the extinction of heirs.

Before that, Karkarf said that they came here not without reason.

"Of course, this is your job. I will complete the first half and you will complete the second half, but this is not the purpose of me looking for you." Mikkelsen leaned on his chair and looked at Tang Ji: "Remember what I said before What, I said there is such a line, a red line, once the number of players crosses that red line, our world will be over."

"This line is not drawn casually, but is a dead line calculated by many people smarter than you and me, based on the resources I can use and your efficiency." Mikkelsen continued: "Of course, this line is increasing as the resources I can use increase, and it also increases as your strength increases, so this line has moved up slightly now. The current number is about three thousand and five. "

"Why don't you just skip these long speeches and tell you what better suggestions you have?" Tang Ji dug his ears: "Although I may not listen to your bullshit suggestions, I guarantee that you will continue speaking according to the original speech draft. I'll beat you up."

"Okay, it's very simple. One hundred and fifty minus twenty is still one hundred and thirty." Mikkelsen saw Tang Ji pick up the pen on the table and was about to throw it, and immediately said: "We are wasting time, Tang Ji, yes It’s time to start my plan.”

"You want to tell me that because of an obvious mathematical problem, we should give up resistance, choose to destroy the world, and let our descendants pray in the cesspit that those players will not look down on this shit ball?" Tang Ji's tone was sarcastic, making Micol Mori sighed.

"Since you have used the word obvious, maybe we can reach a consensus." Mikkelsen said calmly: "At least, start some preparations first."

"Why did you come to me?" Tang Ji asked in confusion: "Before me, you did very well on your own. You built those gray fields and gray greenhouses, and grew a bunch of rotten food that even dogs wouldn't eat. Crops, why are you asking me now?”

"Because I don't want to bear this responsibility alone." Mikkelsen's frankness caught Tang Ji off guard, but he was immediately enveloped in anger.

"You are such a bastard, Mikkelsen." Tangji suppressed the anger that came from the violent instinct, and replaced it with a feeling of powerlessness.

Tang Ji felt that his mouth had become dry without knowing it, and his palms were wet with sweat: "Wait a little longer, wait a little longer."

"Then just wait, it's your choice." Mikkelsen showed the most sincere smile Tangji had ever seen, a smile that made people want to tear his face apart.

"You're such a bastard"

PS: Rourou still didn’t want to go to kindergarten. He picked him up from kindergarten and declared as soon as he got in the car that I wouldn’t be here when he got home this time. Now the child’s ability to express himself clearly is a headache, which once made the breeder wonder whether the kindergarten is not enough. Professional and not attractive to children