I give the world destruction and rebirth

Compared with Tang Ji's sense of déjà vu in the Federation, Wang Zhengdao encountered more troubles when he returned to the European Union. Mikkelsen did so many things in his vest that the entire framework of the Ark organization The structure has been changed.

"This is a budget request submitted by the Gaul branch of the ECS Bureau. According to the newly signed agreement, we need to bear 30% of the funding expenditure, and the remaining part will be spent by the Gaul government." Wang Zhengdao had never seen someone before. The secretary held a stack of documents and placed them in order in front of him.

Wang Zhengdao, who said nothing, was thinking, why do you want to do this to me? Why would I pay for something like this?

When he first led the European Union countries to build an ECS bureau system, he wanted to maximize the control of each country's government over the local ECS branch, rather than taking the opportunity to expand the size of the Ark organization.

However, the occurrence of the Battle of Paris proved that the European Union countries had no binding force on the branch agencies with powerful superhumans, which was undoubtedly a waste in Mikkelsen's eyes.

Therefore, during the twelve-day internal purge, Mikkelsen smoothly took back control of the ECS Bureau. It was really smooth.

Before leaving, the murderous Mikkelsen left an execution list for Wang Zhengdao with a total number of more than 60 people. One-third of these people were superhumans, and many of them came first after working hard with the prophet. Elder.

"This is the Taha Gang's aid plan and requires your final signature." The secretary opened another document again: "The list of weapons and equipment and the list of superhuman volunteers are in the appendix."

? ? ? Why should we aid the Taha Gang? There are also superhuman volunteers. Are they volunteers? Are they going to counterattack Paris?

"This is an application from the Republic of Finland to establish a branch of the ECS Bureau. According to the new agreement, we need to send an inspection team of five to ten people to conduct an on-site inspection of the local superhuman profile and determine whether there is a need to establish a branch." The secretary kept opening the file folder, all turned to the page he signed.

"You go ahead and do your work first. I need to see the details of these documents." Wang Zhengdao smiled sarcastically and invited the secretary out of the office.

He felt less like he had been gone for twelve days, more like he had been gone for twelve years.

Wang Zhengdao looked like he was three months pregnant and had lost his appetite and had irregular menstruation. He took out a crumpled cigarette case from his arms. It was the tree of life that he shamelessly snatched from Boss Mi like Tang Ji.

Half of the tree of life turned into a wisp of smoke in one breath, and Wang Zhengdao finally regained his composure. He still doesn't want to look at the death list. On the one hand, he knows that those people deserve to die both emotionally and rationally.

But on the other hand, he also knew that many of these people were veterans of the Ark organization. They had worked together for a long time and were recruited by the prophet himself.

In other words, in the historical line that the prophet had seen, these people had all cast their own heroic epics, but now they have all become dry bones in the tomb.

But he has to deal with these things, it's his choice.

With such a mood, Wang Zhengdao opened the list of 'attacked' personnel that needed his signature, and then turned on the TV, hoping to use the sound of the TV to dilute his sorrow.

"A few days ago, the federal government officially announced that the first official director of the Federal Bureau of Superhuman Affairs (FBAS) will be the famous terrorist Tang Ji. This is obviously an extremely dangerous signal. We will never forget what he did in Paris. !”

The sound coming from the news forced Wang Zhengdao to drop what he was doing and concentrate on reading the news about Tang Ji.

"Yes, the federal government has dropped all charges against Tang Ji. They are all baseless and subjective conjectures lacking evidence." The reluctant press officer stood in front of the camera as if visiting a grave, speaking duplicity and accepting Tortured by media reporters.

"Does this mean that the Federation is willing to negotiate with all superhumans with criminal records? Serve in service in exchange for acquittal? Is this a signal?"

"It doesn't mean, please don't take your seat."

"Why should the charges against Tanguy be dropped? What he did in Paris was seen by the whole world! This is a shame for the Federation!"

"No comment! Security! Get this gentleman out!"

"Does this mean that the Federation has made a compromise with superhuman power? When can we interview Mr. Tangji in detail?"

"That is not the case. Mr. Tanguy will be participating in a press conference at City Hall on time with both halves of the afternoon, and Commander Luther will also be in attendance."

"Please wait! We have other questions!"

The news that Tang Ji was appointed as the director of the FBAS Bureau not only shocked Wang Zhengdao, but also shocked the whole world. Commander Luther's resilience and ability to bear criticism in this regard also exceeded Congress's expectations.

He did not even discuss the matter as a matter of Congress, but directly issued an order. Xinjinshan City, which had completely fallen under Mikkelsen's control, vacated an independent office building without any resistance and put up the sign of the FBAS Bureau.

First of all, from an economic point of view, the existence of Tang Ji has saved the entire FBAS Bureau a lot of money. They no longer need to build special prisons to imprison super humans.

Tang Ji only needs to open a dimensional door, kick the prisoner in, and leave the rest to the prison staff on the other side.

Not only that, Tangji also made many things easier.

The news was released at 10:30 in the morning, but the simmering riots in Xinjinshan City had subsided before noon. In particular, the transhuman crime cases that had troubled local law enforcement and citizens in the past had set a record, and the city There was no call to the police for a full hour and a half!

At this time, Tang Ji, who was in the eye of the storm, was inspecting the No. 7 Federal Prison. A former prison guard named Wade served as a guide to visit Tang Ji in the prison.

That's right, Wade, a former prison guard, has just received his termination contract from the Seventh Prison and has become an unemployed young man.

"This is our heavy prison area. A separate part of the innermost circle is designated as a prison for superhuman criminals." Wade carefully introduced the entire section to the 'strongest superhuman' who had just put on a suit today. The ecological environment of seven prisons.

Wearing a suit is not an adjective, but a fact. Mikkelsen asked Dr. Wu Qianying to pressure Tang Ji to change into a suit. The last time he wore such clothes was when he and Wang Zhengdao were engaged in assassinations around the world.

Thanks to the convenience brought by the era of superhuman proliferation, the most famous custom-made clothing store in Xinjinshan City is run by a superhuman tailor. Starting from selecting materials and finalizing shapes, then measuring, modifying, and producing finished clothes, it only wastes Tang's time. Forty minutes.

That scene, in Wu Qianying's words, was like walking into Ollivander's Wand Store, except they didn't sell wands here, they sold suits.

This superhuman tailor, or designer, the other party insisted on calling him so, but until Tang Ji left his position, Tang Ji insisted on calling him a tailor. The tailor finally compromised, and he just vaguely stated that the brand he founded had already Monopolizing the entire high-end customization market in Northern California, he hopes to provide the most perfect work suits for future FBAS agents.

Some people are worried that the emerging FBAS bureau will harm the existing order, while others have seen the potential of this organization and its potential purchasing power, and have begun to promote themselves.

Wade's immediate boss, the warden of the Seventh Prison, undoubtedly belongs to the former, while Wade belongs to the latter.

"Warden Brick has been increasing the protective strength of the superhuman prison area, but with little effect. It is difficult for ordinary prison guards to make a good judgment on what level of force to use in a crisis." Wade and the guard point at the door of the prison area He nodded, showed the warden's authorization, and took Tang Ji into the heavy prison area: "In the past seven months, a total of thirteen conflicts occurred here that resulted in the deaths of prisoners and prison guards."

"So I'm not surprised at all that there are prison guards involved in the business of buying and selling superhuman beings." Wade whispered to Tang Ji. As an insider, he could better understand the undercurrent behind the conflict outside the city.

Tang Ji gently tugged on the collar and cuffs of the suit. Although it was a custom-made suit, people who are used to wearing tactical uniforms and body armor would never be able to adapt to this thing.

But the media reporters who followed him a few meters away were like flies seeing shit, staring at Tang Ji. Of course, they hoped to see Tang Ji picking his nostrils or tearing his clothes like a gorilla.

"Don't forget that your most widely circulated photo is the restricted photo in Time Magazine. If you still want to save a little bit of your public image, just finish the first day of work." Mikkelsen's warning was heard in Tangji The echo in his heart made him control his anger.

"Give me a list of the prison guards you think have problems." Tang Ji ordered Wade: "Now take me to the superhuman criminal detention area."

The reason why Tang Ji appears here is, on the one hand, to cooperate with the afternoon press conference and build momentum for the FBAS game, and on the other hand, it is also to show off his muscles for the Blazers.

They will empty the seventh prison of superhumans, and this is just the beginning. The prison built in the central area of ​​​​Night City in the future will be filled with superhuman criminals, which is naturally attractive to players.

"This is the entrance." Wade followed the previous procedure and showed the warden's authorization document, but this time the prison guards behind the door looked at him unkindly, but the good news was that the group of reporters could not follow him in.

"Let them bring all the prisoners out to assemble." Tang Ji said to Wade looking at the small but heavily protected prison area.

It looks beautiful here, but most of the layout is actually meaningless to a metahuman.

At this moment, he could feel a completely invisible human figure leaning against the wall of the corridor not far away, watching the excitement in his direction. All the prison guards coming and going ignored that direction.

This is the most effective stealth ability that Tang Ji has ever seen. The ability of [Chameleon Mimicry] is almost unsightly compared to it.

It's a pity that in addition to his eyes, Tang Ji can also use his sense of smell and emotions to observe the world. The super human watching the fun obviously has anger management problems.

The moment he saw Tang Ji, a flash of anger suddenly flashed in his heart. This anger made him an existence that could not be ignored in Tang Ji's perception.

"Do you know me?" Tang Ji asked in the deserted corner. Wade and other prison guards were stunned for a moment when someone suddenly reacted.

"Damn it! Monitor Cell 15! See if that bastard Kingsley is here!" A prison guard ran away and quickly got the answer. The prisoner was no longer restrained.

The invisible man named Jinlisi turned around and wanted to run away, but Tangji threw a decorative gold pen, a real gold pen, at him from behind.

The gold pen directly penetrated Jinlisi's calf. The invisible man screamed and revealed his figure. He was wearing clothes and had no body. The effect of his ability was probably some kind of morphological field.

Tang Ji subconsciously analyzed it and found out that if he communicated too much with Wu Qianying, he would be prone to such sequelae.

"You know me." Tang Ji said with an affirmative tone, while searching his memory, but found no impression.

"Send me the information you need to find him." Tang Ji ordered Wade in front of the other party.

"Kingsley Moore, Midnight Judge Gang." The invisible man finally spoke. He covered the wound on his calf and looked up at Tang Ji. To his disappointment, there was no emotion on Tang Ji's face.

Kingsley was stunned for three seconds before roaring angrily: "You bastard, you forgot about us! You just suddenly appeared, killed half of our men, and then captured Kennedy! Now you Forgot us?"

Tang Ji clearly saw the other party's anger rapidly swelling, and eventually filled his entire consciousness. Looking at the angry prisoner, Tang Ji even felt a little guilty, but he really didn't remember seeing this person or hearing the name of this second grader.

Wait, Tang Ji suddenly had an impression. The last time he went to San Diego to find the Ice Princess, he seemed to have wiped out a local gang.

Tang Ji snapped his fingers, and Kingsley's anger disappeared instantly. Only confusion and grievance remained on his face distorted by anger. He didn't know what happened to him. He only knew the incomparable emptiness in his heart. This kind of It felt like Kingsley wanted to take his heart out and see clearly.

"I have an impression, Midnight Judge, a very distinctive name." Tang Ji squatted in front of Kingsley and looked at him: "Because of the prison break, twenty years will be added to your sentence. If the total sentence exceeds one hundred years, it will be converted to death penalty."

Kingsley seemed a little dull because he was missing an emotion. It took him a few seconds to organize his words: "I have been collecting information about you. I guess you are here to investigate the disappearance of superhuman beings. I Everyone knows, we can make a deal."

"No deal." Tang Ji stepped on the other party's wound: "Find someone to bandage him. Don't let him die unless he is qualified for the death penalty."

Kingsley screamed. He wanted to express his emotions and curse, but deep down he felt like a monk, without any anger.

"I know who is involved. I have the list of prisoners and prison guards. I guarantee that no one can give you such detailed information except me. I know the buyers and sellers clearly." Kingsley calmed down. , said loudly: "Yes, I know all your secrets. If you want to kill me now, this is your last chance. Kill me and your secrets will be safe."

After finishing speaking, Kingsley looked at Tang Ji with provocative eyes, as if asking, is there a deal? This is the last chance.

Now Tang Ji is sure that he has met a determined avenger.