I give the world destruction and rebirth

"Everyone, kneel down where you are!" Tang Ji put his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker. There were piles of knocked down prisoners around him. He did not want to kill them. He had realized that these people were affected by a certain superhuman ability. .

Every psychic superhuman is a potential super terrorist. This is the consensus of everyone. If conditions permit, it is best to keep them in a low active state for prison control.

The Central Prison took over not only these superhuman prisoners, but also gained a lot of experience in jailing them, but Tang Ji wanted them to truly experience the order they longed for.

"Men squat on the left, women squat on the right!" Tang Ji moved through the gathering of dangerous elements like Moses dividing the sea. Wherever he passed, all the prisoners crouched down according to his will.

It's not that there are no female prisoners in the central prison, but the number is very rare. Apparently, at least on the road to crime, female superhumans are more cautious.

So when other prisoners subconsciously stay away from Solyaso, she becomes very conspicuous.

"Are you going to re-arrest me, law enforcer?" Solyasuo looked at Tang Ji with a smile, a trace of madness flashed in his eyes, the madness Tang Ji had seen in the eyes of that madman Kang Aur: "But I am already in prison. It’s in!”

Harland, who had been tricked and was only breathing, shouted in the crowd: "She is organized by Losas, I report it! Lock her up quickly! She has accomplices outside! The weapons are also brought by her people Come in!"

Unfortunately, Mr. Haaland, an enthusiastic citizen, did not win a reward for his words, and he was sent to the solitary cell along with the others.

Oh, there was no solitary room in this prison before. Mikkelsen had just installed it, a very wide underground parking lot, with green plants penetrating the concrete layer weaving airtight compartments into it.

The dense leaves are the best sound-absorbing material, and there is complete silence between any two compartments.

The prisoners who were escorted into the so-called solitary room by the prison guards felt as if they had entered the stomach of some terrifying monster, and the people walking in front screamed one after another, which made the prisoners even more frightened.

There, Mikkelsen's newly found collaborator, the unnamed Mr. Nightmare, has prepared a twenty-four-hour nightmare package for them.

Because things were in a hurry, Mr. Nightmare could only randomly give these people a nightmare that was taken from his previous victims to experience from the nightmares he had compiled before.

This kind of behavior of deceiving customers makes Mr. Nightmare a little ashamed. As a scholar who has long studied the subconscious, his job is actually a psychiatrist and an explorer in cutting-edge fields.

Mr. Nightmare’s research field is mainly about the impact of prosthetics on people’s mental state. Through some cases, he concluded that human self-perception is based on the body itself, and the intrusion of prosthetics will lead to disorder of human self-perception, and ultimately lead to Mental illness occurs.

In addition, he also published some coats of arms about the cognitive differences between superhumans and human races by analogy, which once aroused great popularity on the Internet.

Then he was exposed on the Internet, and many colleagues published papers refuting him, many of which were sponsored by companies for paid comments.

Everyone knows the final result. Mr. Nightmare, who suddenly awakened, staged a scenario of one day killing all the keyboard dogs in the world with a sword in his hand, and he became a psychopath.

"So, how do you want me to deal with this lady?" Mr. Nightmare borrowed the telephone vine in the basement to contact Mikkelsen. In a place where electronic products are replaced by plants everywhere, his mental illness has undoubtedly become more serious.

"First try to see if we can pull her into a dream, but be careful. If she is who we think she is, there is probably a firewall in the subconscious." Mikkelsen didn't want to expose Mr. Nightmare to Tang Ji. He was worried about that The reckless man wiped the other person's neck easily.

"A firewall in the subconscious? Interesting, let me try." Mr. Nightmare geared up and started to create a dream, and then tried to pull Solyasuo into his own world.

The whole process does not require direct contact between him and Solyasuo. Just like the Lord of Happy Dreams, the only thing he needs is for Solyasuo to enter a sleep state.

The key point of the whole thing is this, how to make something that may be a player fall asleep.

Solu Yasuo was very cooperative. She almost let Tang Ji tie her up tightly. With such a confident attitude, Tang Ji was almost certain that the other party was the player.

"The prison riot failed. The prisoners put up little resistance. Solyaso is being taken back to the building where the target is located. Do you want to intervene?" A sniper in the distance reported to Markarian.

Naturally, this news was heard by Mikkelsen, and he directly grabbed Tang Ji: "Stop here, our guests can't wait."

"What guest?" Tang Ji frowned. He felt that what happened today was a little strange from the very beginning.

Mikkelsen undoubtedly had the ability to end the riot at any time, but he did not. Wu Qianying had previously deliberately asked him to show up more in prison, especially in front of prisoners, which obviously had other deep meanings.

"It's just a spur-of-the-moment plan. I didn't have time to tell you, but it seems the results are ideal so far." Mikkelsen looked at his watch, seeming to be calculating something.

He suddenly took a step forward, right in front of Tang Ji, and a cluster of green blood splashed out instantly. Mikkelsen snorted, turned to Tang Ji and said: "Wang Zhengdao will appear in five seconds. Don’t ask too many questions, just follow him, we found that damn internet ghost!”

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Tang Ji looked at Mikkelsen with a question mark, as if he was about to die in front of him in the next second, and then looked at Solyaso in his hand. Obviously, this was another standard Mikkelsen-style sudden action.

Only he knew the complete picture of the entire plan. Others were either completely kept in the dark or only knew part of it.

Tang Ji didn't like this plan very much, and Wang Zhengdao obviously didn't like it either. He showed up with a roll of toilet paper in his hand, apparently taking the opportunity to go to the bathroom on an impromptu business trip.

"Hell, give me the specific address!" Wang Zhengdao's face didn't look very good because he had just received the message fifteen seconds ago.

For this reason, he had to speak as the rotating president of the European Union and trot all the way to the bathroom. Now the entire European Union knew that his kidneys were not good.

Mikkelsen reported the coordinates to Wang Zhengdao. Wang Zhengdao sighed, grabbed Tang Ji's hand and disappeared into the square. The entire handover process only took eight seconds.

Before the sniper reported what he saw, his eye was pierced by a hard vine that lurked beside him at some point.

"Where is this?" Tang Ji looked at the spacious and bright corridor in front of him and rubbed his fingers. There was still blood from the prisoners on his fingertips.

Even more surprised than them were the employees of Hutt Group. At first, no one noticed the two men who suddenly appeared in the corridor, but a homeboy who came out to make coffee with headphones suddenly exclaimed: "Tangji?! "

Then the whole scene began to collapse. A female white-collar worker who was sitting at her workstation suddenly turned pale. The next second she seemed to have gone crazy and ran straight into the huge floor-to-ceiling window. From the 35th floor, Jump down.

"Very good, now I understand, she is back home." Tang Ji moved his wrist and held down the fat man who seemed to be a fan with one hand: "Where is your server room?"

"Computer room?" The fat man was stunned for a second, and then he responded: "Pointing to the top of the head, right above us, there is only a reinforced ceiling blocking you. If it is you, it should be..."

Tang Ji really didn't need any other help. Although the floor here was five meters high and the ceiling looked very solid, he could pass through it directly using phase movement.

The Sword of Damocles, the ghost on the Internet, the secret weapon used by the pioneers to monopolize Internet hegemony, was now less than five meters above him.

Tang Ji instantly entered the phase shift state and appeared directly on the upper level.

He could feel the temperature around him drop suddenly, and the low and powerful roar of the refrigerator lingered in his ears.

It occupies at least five floors, an empty and huge room with only a basic frame. The server matrices that look like high-rise buildings are located here, projecting all kinds of strange shadows under the weak and dark light of the lights.

"What should I do? Unplug the power?" Tang Ji subconsciously took out his cell phone and planned to call Wu Qianying, but his phone rang first and was connected directly.

"Continue forward one hundred and fifty meters, I'll wait for you there." After the call was connected, an unfamiliar voice said only one sentence and then hung up.

"Pretend to be a ghost." Tang Ji had already finished running 150 meters before the other party's words could even be heard. The server hosts running silently on both sides stared at him like ghosts.

"Because I am indeed neither human nor ghost." A voice suddenly appeared in the darkness, making Tang Ji feel what it felt like to be jumped for the first time in a long time.

As one of the Seven Deadly Sins at the LV2 stage, Tang Ji's body has been enhanced to a stage that is unimaginable to ordinary people. Under normal conditions, he can run at speeds of hundreds of kilometers per hour, lift several tons of heavy objects, and can see at night. The ability to zoom in on the scene in front of you is also learned by the body like instinct.

Moreover, Tang Ji is in an abnormal state most of the time during the battle. His anger, as well as the anger of the humans around him, can increase his power without limit.

The meaning of superhumanity was vividly reflected in him, and it was precisely because of this that Tang Ji was startled by the voice behind him.

He made sure that when he quickly passed through the servers, he carefully observed all the corners. No one was there. He listened to the sounds around him. Under the noisy sound of the refrigerator, there was no sound of breathing.

Apart from him, there was no other person here, and now he appeared.

Tang Ji turned around silently and looked in the direction where the sound first appeared. There, a black mosaic-style human figure bulged on the surface of a server, which looked like some kind of growth.

"I am what you are looking for." The growth surged forward and said calmly: "We should not be enemies, but it seems that there is no other good way except to completely destroy me. "

"What are you?" Tang Ji really couldn't determine the other party's state. Even by superhuman standards, this thing was exaggerated.

"Strictly speaking, I was once a member of superhuman beings." The ghost twisted his body and said to Tang Ji: "But that me is dead. Just like other physical bodies, the player who occupied my body eventually died because of The work was too boring and abandoned me. My current consciousness was born from an ownerless body. It was an accident. It was an accident for them and for me personally. All they originally hoped to gain was a It’s just a tool.”

"Why should I destroy you? I have already found this place, and those pioneers dare not face me directly." Tang Ji looked at the opponent's vague form. Even he could sense the value of this thing. If they mastered this With a sharp sword, the Blazers and players will really become rats in the gutter.

"Because what you see is only part of me, they cloned me ninety-nine times and built eleven supercomputing matrices around the world to improve my computing power." Ghost introduced his situation: "I know What are you thinking, you still have three minutes to use me, and then they will notice that this calculation stage has been broken, and destroy this part of my existence through the matrix."

"And if you destroy me before they can react, you will make them suffer the data loss. The data of at least five thousand superhumans will be erased, eliminating the possibility of becoming physical bodies." The ghost said gloomily: “Of course, the final decision is yours to make.

"I just hope you can keep the conversation between us secret. I don't want Mikkelsen to know my existence." The ghost's tone seemed to know Tang Ji and the others well: "Of course, the final decision is yours."

Two consecutive sentences of the same pattern seem to imply that the ghost has lost most of its humanity, and at the same time it emphasizes that the choice is in Tang Ji's hands, which makes people feel comfortable.

But this doesn't explain why the ghost appears on his own initiative. If he wants to hide himself, he shouldn't appear in front of Tang Ji at all.

In the darkness, Tang Ji and the ghost looked at each other. Although the ghost had no eyes, Tang Ji could still feel each other's gaze.

"Hahaha, forget it, I know I can't fool you." The ghost's tone suddenly changed from a puppet-like machine to a lifelike one: "I just want to see you with my own eyes. I know all your information, but some You have to see something with your own eyes.”

The sudden activation of the ghost made Tang Ji feel as if a stone had fallen in his heart. Although it was scary, he finally returned to normal.

"I plan to make a deal with you, only with you, without involving Mikkelsen and Wu Qianying. I ask that you just rely on your intuition to decide whether to make a deal with me. How about it?" When the ghost opened his mouth, he was like a man. The deputy said, "Okay, I'm going to start lying to you."

For some reason, Tang Ji suddenly became very angry.