I give the world destruction and rebirth

For Tang Ji, there is no need for a reason to share supplies and accept new people. If you have to ask for a reason, it is because you are unhappy with this shit-like world.

He didn't like the despair and desolation that pervaded this land, especially when he realized that it was all related to him, the discomfort and unhappiness became even more unbearable.

"Join us, work with us, and then we will be a team." Under the recommendation of Captain Geraint, Tang Ji met with the leaders of several survivor groups and said very concisely: "We plan to Clean up this port and look for any usable supplies in the warehouse area."

Tang Ji said as he opened a hand-drawn map, which he reconstructed based on the satellite map stored in the Moonlight Gold's shipboard system.

He has no talent for painting, but if you have strong control over your body and can control the force of your fingers, then you can COS a ruthless printer even if you don't have artistic bacteria.

Before the apocalypse, this was a cargo port in Port Macquarie. Although the entire Australia declined due to the cliff-like bankruptcy of the shipping business after the corporate war, the port city still retains a part of the coastal logistics business.

Tang Ji didn't know what he could dig here, but it was better to make a living than relying on everyone to get some supplies from the ship.

"How many of you are there? Children under the age of fourteen can come to the ship to receive education in the virtual reality classroom. We provide food and free medical care. Those over the age of fifty-five can come to help take care of the children and do some work within their ability. For food, we can try to treat some diseases that are not troublesome." Tang Ji did not give the other party a chance to refute, and directly regarded them as his subordinates: "The rest of the people, even the disabled ones, will come and start. Work, and whoever works, I will make sure they are well fed.”

Tang Ji glanced at the leaders of the survivor groups, picked up a pistol on the table, and suddenly shot into the palm of his other hand.

Accompanied by the sound of gunshots that startled everyone, Tang Ji opened his palms, and the severely deformed bullets fell on the table with a clatter. He knew that those who could become leaders in this environment were hard-core, but he didn't want to. Waste your energy on infighting.

"This is not a request, this is an order. If you don't cooperate, then treat us as predators. I have a drone and I run very fast. If anyone wants to try to disobey my order, this is the consequence." ." After Tang Ji finished speaking, he hit the warhead with his fist and smashed the poor bullet directly into the table.

The leaders of several survivor groups all glared at Captain Geraint with an expression that seemed to say: "You still say that this is not a pirate and you are not a prisoner?!"

But this did not change the outcome. Before the sun set, the number of survivors group centered on Tang Ji increased from 232 to 609. This should not be all the survivors in the nearby area. This number of people But it can't support such a large number of predators.

But for Tang Ji, it was enough. If more than a hundred old people and children were dug out, and nearly 500 people of working age had the right tools, it was enough to completely clean up the port.

Tanguy asked Rick to expand the size of the security team to eighty people. They would first conduct physical training and wait until the group got rid of malnutrition before issuing guns. Then they began to clean up the area, and all looters were within striking range.

He opened all the permissions of the Moonlight Gold to Foreman. He knew that this old butler had profound knowledge. Years of wandering at sea made him accustomed to reading to pass the time. More importantly, Tanguy trusted Foreman.

Establishing a new order on this land requires sufficient supplies as backing, so the moment Tang Ji anchored the Moonlight Gold, he had already selected all the survivors who could farm and asked them to find a suitable land. Land where crops are grown.

After finishing all these things for the time being, Tang Ji finally had time to interrogate the crazy prisoner.

"What's your name?" Tang Ji sat opposite the prisoner, who was tied up in a chair by Foreman. This was not because he was worried about his escape, but to prevent him from hurting himself.

Ever since the prisoner regained consciousness, he had been trying to commit suicide, and Forman had to use some unconventional means to control him.

But twice the dose of sedatives only made Alston unconscious for less than an hour. He had taken too many addictive compounds in Marcus and his tolerance was too high.

When Tang Ji walked into the room and sat across from him, Alston shivered, and his pants instantly became stained with urine.

"It's good that you know me." Tang Ji was used to seeing this kind of poisonous insect, so he was not surprised by his reaction. As the saying goes, the more high you are, the looser your bladder will be. At the same time, this also proves that the moment he saw himself, the feeling in his heart was The fear can even outweigh the sensory stimulation of taking addictive compounds.

"Who doesn't know you? I just didn't expect you to be alive." Alston let out a sigh of relief, and along with a cold sweat, he finally woke up completely for the first time in more than ten years, and replied with a trembling voice: " My name is Alston, deputy director of the Clone Soldier Production and Management Center of the Coalition Forces in Australia, with the rank of major. I’m afraid I can’t salute you now.”

"How did you get together with those predators?" Tang Ji didn't try to learn about himself from the other party. Forman had already told him a lot. There was no point in dwelling on the past, no matter what happened behind the scenes. He has no clue who the black hand is and can only wait for the opportunity.

"After the big storm ended, I was the only natural person left in the base. I wanted to go out for a walk, meet and talk to real people, and then I met Marcus, and he took me in. It was that simple. Alston smiled bitterly: "You may not believe it, but I originally planned to find a place with good scenery to commit suicide if I couldn't see anyone else within a week."

"Do you know what they did?" Tang Ji continued to ask, unhurriedly and at the same time not interested in Alston's mental journey.

"I didn't know at first, but later I found out, haha." At this point, Alston seemed to have regained his courage and sneered: "But compared with me, they are nothing like plunderers! I am the real plunderer By!"

"Can you imagine! You were telling your family at night how important this job was to the war, and suddenly it was the end of the world outside at midnight! No notice, no warning! Nothing! We were just abandoned!" Al Stone stared into Tanguy's eyes and shouted, "There's not even food!"

"In just one month, we ate up everything edible in the canteen. Except for the raw material biomass used to clone those soldiers, there was nothing edible anymore. Agostinho killed himself that night ." Alston looked at Tangji with a smile: "I heard the gunshot, we all heard it, but that idiot Spencer insisted on saying that Agostinho went out to find food. I initially thought he did that to prevent others from committing suicide too.”

"But later, when all of us were so hungry that we couldn't bear it, that bastard still remained healthy. That's when we knew he had eaten Agostinho." Alston muttered: "Eat to death." Better than eating alive, right? But Spencer took us down a whole new path and we started eating the fake stuff.”

Tanguy did not interrupt Alston's self-narration. For him, the period from the Apocalypse to the recession of the great storm was still blank. Those ordinary people only knew that the end of the world was coming and nothing else. But Forman Then he hid under the water early.

"They were originally designed to serve as cannon fodder in the war you fought, but you obviously don't need these cannon fodder, right?" Alston's voice was distorted and sharp: "So entering a new material cycle is considered waste. Use it, right! Right?"

"We treated them like livestock. As soon as they were born from the biological cavity, they were shot to death by Spencer from behind and dragged into the kitchen. Mona persisted for three days. She really couldn't accept such behavior. She ended her life with sleeping pills, and her last words were that she hoped we would use her as food the next day to calm her conscience."

"Ha, it seems like she is the only one with a conscience. We just want to live. What's wrong with us? But Mona, Mona, she shouldn't have poisoned her own body. She thought we would be stupid enough not to take precautions. She She has long been unhappy with us, and even if she dies, she still wants to take us away."

"Spencer is right. It's not that we are sorry for the world, but that the world is sorry for us! We are not wrong!" At this point, Alston's tone began to become ethereal, as if he had returned to the world more than 20 years ago. That night.

"But in order to get revenge on Mona, we did something extraordinary, as if we were devils. That night we were not trying to survive, but to vent the anger in our hearts and become real devils. That night we no longer It’s us, we turn a deaf ear to the cruelty and suffering as if that’s the way it should be.”

"We got so used to it after that, I don't know how I survived, but we got through the first ten years of the Great Storm on those clones, as if they were some kind of talking can, It was like walking corn, until one day, Spencer told me that he had had enough of those fake cans and wanted to taste the real thing. I knew he was talking about Jarrad, and Spencer had been targeting him for a long time. He got it."

"But why do we always listen to Spencer? Why am I not the one giving the orders? So it's okay for me and Jarad to launch a counterattack together? After all, he is the bad guy." Alston said He showed a satisfied smile: "Spencer probably didn't expect that we would join forces. I still remember his surprised expression."

"Then, Jarad and I were the only ones left in the base. We were on guard against each other for more than a year. Those clones were fake after all. Only the real ones are delicious. We are both hunters and The prey is also a collaborator and a lover." A sickly blush appeared on Alston's face: "Only by cooperation can we obtain the ingredients without fail, and only by loving each other can we prevent ourselves from completely becoming crazy."

"But we forgot that it was the end of the world outside. Jarad died of radiation sickness. I was the only living person in the entire base. I ate countless clones. Am I wrong? Am I guilty? "Alston looked at Tang Ji as if praying and relieved, waiting for him to give him a final conclusion.

So many years have passed, and even Alston himself doesn’t know what he is living for. Sometimes he just feels that he has given so much, lost so much, and survived the big storm with difficulty, so it is not worth dying like that.

But if it was Tang Ji who said he deserved death, then he should die.

He couldn't find the motivation to live, and he couldn't find a reason to die. He was walking on the surface like a zombie in a daze, maybe just for a reason to die in peace.

But Tang Ji couldn't give him this reason. In Tang Ji's view, people like Alston had gone beyond the level of good and evil. He was a mental patient, not a curse word, but a mental patient in the true sense.

A special group of people in despair, but even so, Tang Ji still felt that he deserved to die.

"You can't die now. I need you to take me to the clone factory, open the door, take out the useful things inside, and help the world return to normal as soon as possible." Tang Ji glanced at the other party and sneered: " Before that, your punishment will start with stopping your medication."

"Hahaha! Hahaha! You don't know if I deserve to die! You don't know either! You don't have the right! You bastard! It was you who destroyed the world, wasn't it? It was you!" Alston laughed loudly: "I bet everyone you care about has survived the Apocalypse! Right!"

Alston's accusation made Tang Ji's originally straight back suddenly become less straight. He didn't know if what the other person said was true, but that's what he would do. If he had the ability to destroy the world, He will also take good care of the people around him.

And just by looking at the useless Moonlight Gold, Tang Ji can guess that those he cares about must have a better and safer place to go.

The soundproof hatch blocked Alston's laughter, but it couldn't stop the laughter from reverberating in Tang Ji's heart.

"Mr. Tang Ji, where are you going? It's already dinner time. We made some mixed fish soup tonight. Maybe you will like it." A smiling woman saw Tang Ji and greeted him warmly.

"You go ahead and eat, I have some work to do, and I don't like fish."

Ah. A lot of modifications have been made. Everyone just has to make do with it. This line is very confusing.