I give the world destruction and rebirth

"How did you do it?" Mikkelsen's eyes flashed with indescribable light.

As a smart person, Mikkelsen has studied his own abilities in depth for decades. He may not be as smart as Wu Qianying who can advance to the LV2 stage within a few days after awakening, but Mikkelsen is a man with great power. A political animal, he hired countless smart people like Wu Qianying to help him work hard.

Even so, Mikkelsen was unable to accurately describe his current state. Although those 'geniuses' finally discussed except a hive mind theory.

They also said that being in a state of dissociation for a long period of time would eventually lead to Mikkelsen having mental problems, but he was sure that wasn't the right thing for him.

From a soul level, he is still a complete individual, the original Mikkelsen, but specifically as an individual, the fact is that he has 4096 sub-entities, each of which is a complete Mikkelsen .

Mikkelsen's methods of creating clones have always been relatively crude. The Military Technology Group has complete human cloning technology. Most of Mikkelsen's clones come from clones without autonomous consciousness.

This is of course not because of Mikkelsen's benevolence, but because of efficiency. Human cloning technology only requires the gate to be opened, and free clones can be directly synthesized, while occupying natural people requires dealing with the aftermath.

Therefore, only when encountering targets with special positions or valuable identities, Mikkelsen will directly take over the opponent's identity and perform a wave of operations.

Before advancing to the LV3 stage, Mikkelsen had maintained the state of 2048 clones for thirty years, and relied on his own ability to establish a monster-like existence such as the Enterprise Joint Investigation Office.

As early as when Edgar Hoover was still in office, Mikkelsen had such a preliminary idea. Although he was only an ordinary employee of the Military Technology Group at that time, his ambition had already taken root.

Later, with the departure of the golden age of the Federation and extreme capitalism becoming an emerging product, Mikkelsen began his own legendary ‘entrepreneurial’ journey.

He neither wanted to take on the trouble of running a business, but also wanted to use the manpower and material resources of these large companies at any time. The Joint Enterprise Investigation Office did it.

Mikkelsen's greatest achievement was not to establish this institution, but to make it a secret collection that made people think it was completely invisible to prying eyes.

As older partners died of illness, accidental deaths, shootings, poisonings, bankruptcies, or suicides after scandals were exposed, Mikkelsen finally got the federal business complex accustomed to the existence of the investigative office, as if it were itself. It should be the same.

Those second, third, and even fourth generations who claim to have grown up with silver spoons control all aspects of the entire federal industry every day, with hundreds of billions of assets flowing at every turn, but 99% of them are not even connected to the investigation office. I don’t know who controls it.

Many executives with relatively closed social channels even think that the organization called the Investigation Office is just a department of their company.

A few smart people who have full knowledge of the Joint Investigation Office wisely remain silent because they do not know how many secrets the office holds.

In this ups and downs of the "entrepreneurial road", Mikkelsen has always enjoyed it, and has never encountered the mental problems hypothesized by experts.

But Mikkelsen does not work behind closed doors. He has always respected professionals, so Mikkelsen has always maintained a high degree of unity in the image of fruiting bodies.

A ginger-yellow old-fashioned suit, elegant but aesthetically lagging behind the times, coupled with a top hat that is equally undressy, was Mikkelsen's favorite outfit before his awakening, and he chose it as his anchor point.

No matter when and where, when most fruiting bodies see this suit, they will immediately realize who they are.

Only a small number of Mikkelsen's fruiting bodies have chosen other images in order to facilitate lurking and working undercover.

However, compared to the fruiting entities that occupy the majority of classic Mikkelsen images, these ‘heresies’ cannot have an impact on Mikkelsen.

But this situation has changed since Mikkelsen advanced to the LV3 stage.

Mikkelsen discovered that when he possessed a metahuman as a new fruiting entity, he could take away the other person's abilities along with them.

This is not a level represented by different clothes or a different face. Although there is no concrete evidence in the scientific community to prove that there is an inevitable connection between the abilities given to superhuman beings when they awaken and the human will, soul, and desires. But everyone accepted the theory -

Desires from the bottom of your heart, strong desires, extreme emotions, long-term exposure to the environment, these things that are engraved into your soul can affect the process of awakening, but one thing is for sure, awakening is not a wish, it is the final effect it presents. It may be completely different than what you expect.

The famous superhuman hero in this regard, Mazefalk Man, is an example that must be mentioned. It is foreseeable that any future research on superhumans and supernatural abilities will not bypass this special example.

So to put it simply, the supernatural abilities possessed by a superhuman represent his essence, whether the essence is physical, mental or soul, in short, abilities are just like human DNA.

Mikkelsen encountered problems after forcibly occupying the son of nature, Brandon Mann. After occupying almost two hundred superhumans, Brandon Mann was undoubtedly the most powerful person Mikkelsen had ever occupied. The entire process of possessing a powerful superhuman was not only long, but also extremely difficult, so much so that it gave Mikkelsen a sense of exhaustion from the soul level.

This also caused his possession of Brand to be stuck in half. Mikkelsen did occupy Brand's body, but he failed to completely eliminate Brand's personal will in the body. Tarzan is affecting that fruiting body in every way.

Mikkelsen, who is in the limited version of Son of Nature, extremely hates urban environments, reinforced concrete, and refined metal products. In addition, he is also used to food that is closer to the original style, simply grilled meat, fruits grown by himself, etc., of course. What tests Mikkelsen the most is his never-ending desire for sex.

In Brandon's words, it is nature's most basic desire for reproduction and the inevitable path to liberating nature.

For Mikkelsen, who has an old-school lifestyle, this deeply affected fruiting body has become a protruding part of the entire system that cannot flow smoothly.

It is like a virus, constantly exuding toxic effects, forcing Mikkelsen to think about where to go in a new stage.

He vaguely realized that he was standing at an intersection, where the direction of his ability development was divided into two completely opposite paths. One path was called "All sentient beings are me", while the other path was called "I am all sentient beings".

And now, some unknown metahuman has just separated the classic Mikkelsen who was talking to Luthor from his whole body!

The separated Mikkelsen is still himself, but he can no longer communicate seamlessly with other clones through the central network. This feeling is like a keyboard warrior who is severely addicted to the Internet. Suddenly there is a power outage at home, and his whole body feels... To an emptiness.

Of course, what followed was a long-lost sense of refreshment, as if his soul had been carrying a heavy burden and now he was traveling lightly.

"Here's to the miracle created by superhuman beings." Mikkelsen raised his glass and touched it with Luther from a distance, but the other person's face was a bit ugly. No one who finds himself in an abnormal state would look good.

The broken glass seemed to be mocking both of them. A man who appeared to be at the top of power, and a man who was actually at the top of power, were 'kidnapped'.

"You ruined my interest in this game, I want..." The voice still came from the horizon, but Mikkelsen had no patience.

"I'll give you a minute to think carefully about whether you want to answer my question, and then we'll talk face to face. I don't like to pretend to be a ghost." Mikkelsen looked at the suddenly changing color of the sky outside and the streets that were already surrounded by ghosts: "I I won’t threaten you with violence as tastelessly as Tang Ji, but if you are willing to have a good talk, I can provide you with an invitation fee of 10 billion federal coins.”

"Uh" the voice in the sky suddenly stopped, as if he was shocked by Mikkelsen's heroic spirit.

"But from now on, I will deduct 160 million every second. When the countdown is over, I will hang out this money as your reward. Although I don't know who you are and where you are, I believe that this The number is enough to make those mercenaries look for a needle in a haystack." Mikkelsen gestured to Luther to pour himself another glass of champagne: "Anyway, money is just a number to me."

"You think" the voice wanted to save some dignity, but Mikkelsen wouldn't accept this.

"The countdown has begun. You are now losing 160 million per second." Mikkelsen looked at the second hand on his watch with a smile on his face.

The next second, a dark wind surged, and a dark shadow appeared in the center of the room, saying angrily: "I'm here! The countdown hasn't started yet!"

"No, it's already started. I counted two numbers, so you lost 320 million." Mikkelsen didn't even look at the other party: "Next, I hope we can be honest. I don't want to be with a shadow. Talk, you have to create an image that I like."

"Don't go too far! I'm not here for money!" The shadow's voice was slightly distorted and had obviously been processed.

At this time, Luther, who was standing next to him, quietly pinched his face with his hands. He wanted to know if he was in a dream, but his body gave him real pain in return.

"Don't waste time. You are indeed in a dream, but I can completely control your dream." The shadow suddenly spoke, making Luther jump.

"Because you have to meet me without an appointment in advance, I am very unhappy. This time I will only count down twenty numbers, one hundred million per second, until you show me the image position I like." Mikol Sen said to himself, firmly controlling the rhythm: "The countdown begins now, your loss."

"How do I know what you like!" The black shadow suddenly turned into an Oscar statuette. God knows why he thought Mikkelsen would like this. Maybe the golden color of the ball was more in line with Mikkelsen's arrogance. Bar.

"18, 17" Mikkelsen continued to count down expressionlessly, and the anxious shadow changed four or five images in three seconds.

So far, although he has not received a penny from Mikkelsen, as Mikkelsen counts down, he has already felt in advance the annoyance and frustration of losing hundreds of millions due to hesitation.

As for Mikkelsen himself, he got a lot of information, such as the other party's desire for money and the continuously changing image, which all came from the other party's first reaction. If the other party keeps changing, he may be able to use this information to find its true identity.

"Stop." Mikkelsen suddenly stopped the countdown. He probably left the other party with 800 million like this: "Change back, I think the seventh to last image is good."

The influence of the shadow was fixed on a dog, a Persian hound of medium size and beautiful coat.

This kind of dog is rare in number, requires a lot of time to take care of, and is rarely raised by people. More importantly, the dynamics and details of this dog are very realistic, which is much better than the broken glass just now.

Mikkelsen guessed that the other party should really have such a dog. In this case, it would be a matter of time to find his true identity.

The biggest highlight of this game is that Mikkelsen has no intention of defaulting on his debt, and the opponent obviously knows that he has this ability, so the scope is narrowed again.

Taking into account the warning given by the Lord of Happy Dreams who also has the ability to control dreams a few days ago, Mikkelsen felt that if he woke up, he might be able to find the other party's true identity in three minutes.

But this is not his purpose. Mikkelsen wants to know how the other party 'separates' himself from the whole. He wants to know whether this separation is permanent or temporary.

If it's the former, then their deal may stop at the over 10 billion level, but if it's the latter, Mikkelsen needs to carefully consider whether he needs a 'personal doctor' or another clone. .

"Tang, new mission, one of my clones was disconnected at Luther's place." Mikkelsen's words made Tang Ji stunned for a moment: "Luther himself was also unconscious at the same time. I don't care about losing a clone, but I I’m very curious about what state he’s in now, and the Federation can’t afford to change another leader.”

"Let's go in two minutes!" Tang Ji looked at the stubbornly resisting team of superhumans in front of them. The gray-black flames of hatred swept past, and the world instantly became much cleaner. There was no light pollution, and there were no messy little surprises.

As if a gust of wind blew by, Surte tied up all seventeen superhumans who participated in the riot and threw them at Tangji's feet. These bastards set several high-rise buildings on fire in order to create chaos.

"Now, we enter the summary trial process." Tang Ji pointed at Sirte: "The odd number is death, the even number is life imprisonment, no bail, you are responsible for the execution."