I give the world destruction and rebirth

Rickard, who had snatched an all-terrain vehicle, had already seen the pale white exterior wall of Lost Paradise under the guidance of someone else.

In this wasteland, the huge oval building with its own holy light effect is the biggest mockery of this land.

There is even a smooth road here. The closer you get to Lost Paradise, the better the surrounding environment. Even some of the nearby trees have a hint of green. Obviously compared to Rickard's previous activity area, this place is already close We are in a lightly polluted area.

Rickard took off his bullet-riddled protective helmet and breathed in the poisonous air. The filter element in the helmet was clogged with blood. He might as well rely on his own lung function to resist.

The complex-smelling air made Rickard turn the accelerator to the bottom, and the all-terrain vehicle jumped onto the road, heading towards the Lost Paradise at high speed.

Five hundred meters away from Lost Paradise, a dozen defensive automatic weapon stations appeared from the ground, pouring firepower in Rickard's direction.

The all-terrain vehicle with only meager defensive capabilities was immediately turned into scrap metal. Rickard jumped high like a rabbit and avoided most of the bullets.

However, the automatic weapon station with a fire control system locked onto Rickard again within 0.1 second. The large-caliber bullet hit Rickard directly, as if playing billiards, and knocked Rickard away.

Rickard crossed his arms to block the deadliest bullet. As a result, his outer arm was directly broken, and his inner arm was drooped on his chest in a weird posture.

The automatic weapon station's firepower is nearly unlimited. It does not give Rickard a chance to relax. The bullets continue to lock on Rickard as if they are free.

Rickard kept rolling on the ground, and finally found a low stone as a cover. At this time, his eyes were blank, looking at his arms aimlessly.

Yesterday he was an ordinary white-collar worker, and today he suddenly became a super soldier who killed more than twenty people. This stimulation mixed with the effects of adrenaline made Rickard swell, and he thought he was capable of anything.

He obviously had a better way to deal with it, but he chose to rush straight into the enemy's fire net. Tang Ji shook his head in the dark.

Perhaps the selection criteria of the Scarlet Disciples were too low. Tang Ji felt that he did not see in Rickard the potential to be on the same path as him.

He started counting down, planning to give the boy another fifteen minutes before taking over the mess himself.

They were all burned to ashes, and no one could escape.

Rickard hid behind the stone and took a few seconds to calm down. The panic and recklessness gradually faded away, replaced by calmness and controlled anger.

Whether he had awakened some extraordinary supernatural ability or someone was secretly helping him, he had been too careless before.

Rickard's first purpose is to rescue his uncle, and his second purpose is to kill the bastard who manipulated his destiny.

You can also reverse the order of the two. There must be a particularly noble guy in that building. He only needs to enter it and kidnap a hostage.

A sudden violent emotion enveloped Rickard. All the things he had to do in order to get ahead in school, all the things he missed, the hardships he endured in order to climb up after work, the happy time with his friends, and the killing with his own hands. The regret and helplessness of being friends.

As if someone detonated a bomb in his heart, Rickard screamed in the sky, pressed the dislocated arm on the ground, forced it back into position, and then jumped out dragging the severed limb!

Rickard was extremely fast, rolling and crawling to avoid the crossfire, and suddenly disappeared in an extremely embarrassed posture.

The automatic weapon station that lost its target immediately ceased fire and began to wait for feedback from the fire control system. However, Rickard rolled out of the void and stood behind all the weapon stations with scars all over his body.

He burst out laughing. At that moment, Rickard didn't know what he was going through. He just instinctively felt that he could rush over. He won the bet.

As a researcher in the laboratory, Rickard had designed those weapon stations, but as long as he took a look at the location of Lost Paradise, he knew that the shooting windows of these weapon stations were only 180 to 210 degrees from the front. about.

There is no way any ballistics can threaten the building itself!

Rickard just stood behind the automatic weapon stations and raised his middle finger towards them with his only hand.

"Anything else! Take it out! I'm here!" Rickard yelled in the direction of Lost Paradise. He didn't even bother to care about his severed limbs, and just limped toward the only sight on this side of the building. Something that looks like a door.

The manager behind Lost Paradise looked at the position of the so-called star superhuman mercenary he hired away from Lost Paradise, and shouted to Rickard through the loudspeaker cleverly hidden in the environment: "That's it, I can promise Let the past be wiped out, you can take your uncle away, but you will never be allowed to disturb my customers."

Rickard's anger became even greater. He used to feel that the other party had been trampling on his personality and destiny, but now, he felt that the other party was trampling on his IQ.

That was what he was most proud of. He learned everything very quickly and always ranked first in various tests.

The manager behind the scenes is naturally stalling for time. The entire Lost Paradise Resort is a very private place. Under normal circumstances, there will be eight to twelve guests here, which is also its reception limit.

After all, the cost of maintaining a person's survival in a place like this is dozens of times more expensive than outside a polluted area. Those idle people waiting here are literally breathing wrong.

There are a total of one hundred and two service personnel here, 80% of whom are clones. In addition, there are nearly two hundred people who are usually dormant in the dormant warehouse. Those are special service personnel dedicated to Rothschild. The seventy-two women who were members of the family were part of it.

Because there has never been a situation where contestants have come close to the Lost Paradise before, the only security facilities in this place are those two teams of more than 20 people.

But at this time, all those people have been slaughtered by Rickard, and the managers hidden behind the scenes can no longer spare any soldiers to prevent the other party from approaching this pearl in the polluted zone.

But he didn't dare to tell Narezzano the news. He was really afraid.

Looking at Rickard walking in step by step, the behind-the-scenes manager smiled sadly and took one last look at the arrival time of the superhuman he hired. He took out an exquisite pistol from his desk drawer with some trembling.

The moment Rickard broke in was the time for him to end himself. He simply couldn't bear the pressure of threatening members of the Rothschild family, so it would be easier to at least take a shot at himself.

However, God still favored him. Just when Rickard was standing in front of the gate and was about to rush in, meteors streaked across the sky with black smoke and accurately hit Rickard less than ten meters behind him. s position.

Thanks to the invention of quick-response gel, these airdrop pods did not hit the ground directly, but released a large amount of gel before landing, covering the entire landing area.

Unfortunately, Rickard was in the landing zone. He was pressed directly against the glass of Paradise Lost by the sudden expansion of quick-response gel.

The one-way transparent isolation glass allows the guests inside Lost Paradise to see Rickard's face clearly. Now even the most careless guests realize that something is wrong outside.

They all turned their attention away from the contestants they invested in and began to pay attention to the situation outside.

After the quick-response gel disappeared, what appeared in place was a whole team of twelve machine creations with different shapes.

Some of them were like snakes and disappeared into the soil in a blink of an eye, while others were like birds that quickly flew high, occupied the commanding heights, and began to deploy weapons that Rickard had never seen before.

There are even more killing machines that move on the ground. Rickard is very familiar with several of these animal-shaped bionic machine killers because he has adjusted the power output frequency of these walking mechanisms!

At this time, inside the Lost Paradise, because the battle took place outside the door, the elites from all walks of life immediately realized the danger. They planned to leave here or return to their rooms, but they all found that the access control system of this place was paralyzed. , they were trapped in the hall and couldn't go anywhere.

Panic sets in when the first cracks appear in the wall due to the attack of the killer robots.

Although there were only eight people, these eight people were all human beings. They immediately realized that in this situation, the emergency survival protection items located in the hall were the most precious resources. In just a few seconds, they went from drinking champagne to Gentlemen and ladies who listen to classical music transform into unscrupulous savages.

This is their instinct and advantage, to make trade-offs, to invest quickly, to concentrate, and to remain aggressive and greedy in pursuit of a zero-sum game.

These people were so efficient that the winner had already been decided before Rickard finished solving the problems outside. In two minutes and thirty seconds, only two of the eight elites were left alive, and both of them had quite wealthy families. Survival supplies.

They reviewed each other's strength and their own status, decided to maintain peace, and formed an alliance to become partners.

All this happened in just a few eye contact, and then they exposed their backs to the opponent who was fighting fiercely just now without any grudge, and helped each other put on protective clothing, with terrifying efficiency.

When the clone waiters who were still smiling kept coughing and fell dead in the hall one by one, the two victors each sat in their previous positions, waiting for the final result.

Tang Ji watched Rickard gradually master the phase transition ability, disappearing and reappearing continuously, killing the machine killers like a real assassin, and decided to give the opponent a little more time again, and give him eight more minutes.

Eight minutes.

A supersonic transport plane slowed down above the contaminated area, the tail compartment opened, and Avalon jumped from the tail of the plane with a happy expression.

John Fleming received nearly 80 million in commission from his employer, which was definitely the highest price he had ever received since his debut.

After this is done, Avalon will be able to take down one of its most expensive mercenaries, that one.

The most expensive and best mercenary in the world. This title sounds very comfortable.

Avalon, who was wearing a protective suit, looked at the black ground getting closer and closer, and prepared the quick-response gel. Behind him, four war apostles and a huge supply box were landing with him.

At this moment, Avalon, who was falling, saw that he had just passed by a figure standing still in the air. It felt like deja vu.

Avalon suddenly turned over, turned his back to the ground and looked at the figure to make sure that he had indeed seen the right person, that person was Tang Ji.

"John, are you confused? Before you took the mission, didn't you ask who you were going to deal with?" Avalon said the last thing before jumping into the quick-response gel.

Six minutes.

The operator of Paradise Lost received a call from John Fleming. On the other side of the phone, the old gentleman bluntly condemned the other party's behavior of hiding mission information, and said that the employment contract was cancelled, and the deposit and agency fee would not be refunded.

At the same time, Avalon and his war apostles began to carry supplies and evacuate out of the contaminated area.

five minutes.

Rickard killed the last mechanical creation, shot through the door with a minigun, and walked in openly.

The operator of Paradise Lost gave up all illusions and ended his life with an antique Browning gun.

Four minutes.

Rickard broke the legs of the two winners to prevent them from escaping, began to search for information about his uncle, and learned about the existence of Omega from the winners.

The second batch of support from Narezzano Rothschild fell from the sky, but Tanguy, who was impatient with waiting, destroyed it in the air.

At the same time, the Rothschild family's Eternal Parliament trio also realized that they were being attacked, and their systems had records of being hacked.

A superhuman with dimensional gate ability was awakened in the space projected by the consciousness of the Eternal Parliament to rescue Narezzano Rothschild.

Originally, all members of the Family Council were supposed to have superhuman entourages with this ability. However, due to the establishment of the Eternal Council, the priority of existing council members was lowered. These precious dimensional gate ability users were prioritized by the Eternal Council for their own use. The server is set up.

three minutes.

Rickard defeated Narezzano Rothschild's last two machine bodyguards. Narezzano, who was traveling in secret, was left with only two personal bodyguards with four supernatural powers each.

Unfortunately, the carefully assembled ability system encountered Tangji's scarlet disciple. Rickard ignored all supernatural attacks and tore open the last line of defense in front of Narezzano with his bare hands.

The fragile Narezzano Rothschild is like a lobster that has been shelled, leaving only a pile of crystal-clear soft meat.

Two minutes.

Rickard carried the mud-like Narezzano Rothschild to find the owner of Paradise Lost who had committed suicide, and saw his uncle who died due to the overuse of the breathing filter on the other party's surveillance screen.

Narezzano let out the last shrill laugh of his life, as if he had seen the funniest thing in the world.

One minute.

Rickard unplugged the respirators of the two winners and carried them out of Paradise Lost together with Narezzano Rothschild.

Narezzano stumbled a few steps and fell into the poisonous gas, rolling in pain like a fish that landed on the beach. His eyes were full of fear before he died.

The other two winners tried their best, but at this time they calmed down and died relatively peacefully.

In the entire Lost Paradise, only Rickard and the seventy-two women hiding in the penthouse suite survived. In the contaminated area, the contestants who were thrown in as toys lost their guidance, and only three of them survived. Still lingering.

The federal government's rescue team is rushing to the contaminated area for rescue. For Tanguy, this is the end. Narezano Rothschild has played his full value. What he has to do now is to completely dig out this cancer.

If you can't go to the Special Administrative Region, at least these people can prevent Tang Ji from burning himself to ashes.