I give the world destruction and rebirth

Tang Ji was left in the restaurant of the underwater base. From his point of view, the style here was full of petty bourgeoisie. Those tedious and useless decorations cost a lot of money just to transport them from the ground.

Even if the prophet was so rich that he didn't feel bad about lighting a fire, Tang Ji still thought that this place shouldn't be so luxurious.

They say that the world is in danger and human civilization is in danger, but they are still enjoying life without doing their best.

The restaurant is open 24 hours a day, with no fixed dining time. There are four chef stalls, which can take care of most tastes. He can even order a cup of coffee here and wait for the neon sushi set to be served.

Macadom once said that they were attacked by a player not long ago and suffered heavy losses, but it was definitely not here. Tangji was sure that he could not see any sadness or anger on the faces of the people around him.

On the contrary, the faces of the people here are filled with arrogance supported by high wages and low-intensity work. They talk about the safety of the world, but in fact they can't even pry open a crab shell.

"Do you think it's too unorganized here?" Wang Zhengdao suddenly appeared opposite Tang Ji, as if he had been sitting there before.

"I thought we were fighting a battle to defend Stalingrad. You are all Red Army soldiers who are tenacious and have no retreat." Tang Ji shook his head and picked up a piece of fish with chopsticks: "Turns out, this is the Italian army stationed in Paris. army."

"Don't be too harsh. These people are prophets. They could have enjoyed a more refined life in the sun." Wang Zhengdao explained slightly: "They spend half of their time paying attention to the financial market. The prophet's industry supports The operation of the entire organization.”

"It's meaningless. Those players didn't come here to gamble their luck on Wall Street." Tang Ji wiped out the food in a hurry: "I'm not the same person as you."

"Did the prophet show you that list?" Wang Zhengdao ordered a Chinese meal: "Her plan is indeed a bit cruel, but it is undeniable that it is a helpless move. The facility we used to hold special superhumans was raided by players. , it may have appeared in the player's ability warehouse now."

"No, I don't mind killing people, but you are going in the wrong direction." Tang Ji looked at Wang Zhengdao with some seriousness: "Based on the superhuman base, unless we kill all ourselves, there will always be people with powerful enough abilities to appear. That’s not the way to fight players.”

He was a law enforcer and had killed many people. Now he was an outlaw and had killed more people, but Tang Ji made sure that every shot he fired was done with a clear conscience.

If the law were enforced according to the prophet's standards, Tanguy should kill everyone on the street because they are all likely to commit crimes.

The evil of human nature is not reflected in what a person can do, but in what a person does.

Wang Zhengdao suddenly laughed. He raised his hand and put it on Tang Ji's shoulder. The next second they appeared in another hall.

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!

The prophet sitting in the rocking chair clapped his hands: "You passed my test. I'm sorry to do this, but I had to test you in this way. When you incarnate into rage, that's what you did, from the South Pole to the North Pole. , from the East Coast to Europe, your preventive massacre almost destroyed the foundation of human civilization."

Tang Ji looked at the prophet indifferently, waiting for her next words.

"Okay, I formally invite you to join the Ark organization. I wonder if you are willing to contribute your strength to the future?" The prophet raised his head, not caring about Tang Ji's indifference: "I will ensure Tang Anran's safety, including the laboratory. .”

"I have the right to refuse your order." Tang Ji's attitude was the same as before. He could work for big companies, and naturally he could work for the Ark organization, but he was not a slave, he must have the right to veto.

"Of course, you will soon become familiar with my style. I am not a strong leader." The prophet laughed: "Believe me, if it were not for those players, I would prefer to lie on a chair, leaning against the fireplace and waiting for death to come. , I already feel it is very close to me.”

"Are you dying?" Everyone could see that the prophet was in poor physical condition, but Tang Ji did not expect that she had reached the point where the oil lamp was exhausted.

"If I stop peeping into the future, I should live for another three years." The prophet answered calmly: "I have experienced death four times. I am not afraid of death. I am only afraid that when that day comes, I will die." Waking up on your eighteenth birthday again.”

Tang Ji looked at the prematurely aging prophet and wisely did not speak. He had only died once and had no qualifications or experience to comfort an old man who had died four times.

"What you see above are the people I put on the surface. Their work is also very important, but many things are kept secret from them." The prophet quickly recovered: "And what we are going to discuss next, It’s about the core issues of players.”

"From the time I started tracing to now, the organizations established by players have changed their vests at least four times. Byrons Pharmaceuticals is just one of them. Of course, you already know the Losas organization they are currently using." A screen opened in front of the prophet. The news from Losas was played above.

"This is the first time that they have shown themselves to the world in such an active and intense way. I personally think this is a signal." The prophet looked at Tang Ji and said: "I'm afraid it's already been a long time before players can truly enter this world on a large scale. Not far away.”

Later, the prophet showed another chart: "This is the time point when players entered this world in the past fifteen years. The interval has gradually shortened from two years. We speculate that they will return again in four to five months."

"136 days, 14 hours and 23 minutes." Tang Ji suddenly spoke, leaving the prophet stunned.

"What did you say?" The prophet's face was full of surprise. Of course she heard the number clearly, but she didn't know where Tang Ji got such an accurate number.

"I have to hide my trump card, right?" Tang Jixue replied in a prophetic tone: "They will be back in four months, what are your plans?"

"Well, it seems that Mr. Furious is not planning to reveal his trump card." The prophet looked at Tang Ji with deep meaning: "My people have calculated the players' investment in this world, from labor costs to time costs, and the result is very scary. Numbers, a pretty expensive investment.”

"I guess with such a large investment, players can't just leave it to the naturalized people to manage it." The prophet pulled out another list: "One of these people must be pretending to be a naturalized person. Player, I need you to verify it."

"How to verify?"

"Use your favorite method to scare him into pissing his pants."

PS: Book friends who rewarded me today, I will thank you together when it will be put on the shelves tomorrow~