I give the world destruction and rebirth

Tang Ji didn't want to guess whether the prophet had secretly cooperated with the Seven Deadly Sins, because he himself maintained a certain degree of tacit understanding with greed and reached a deal with jealousy.

From the standpoint of all mankind, Tang Ji's actions towards the prophet were impeccable. He just didn't like the feeling of being kept in the dark.

This feeling was like looking in the mirror. Tang Ji looked at Wang Zhengdao silently, and suddenly realized that what the prophet did was almost exactly the same as him.

They all have secrets that are hard to tell, and they all have extraordinary abilities. They all only believe in themselves and have reservations about anyone.

What did you say? I treated you the same way you treated me, and you got angry!

Tang Ji had no face to question the prophet, and Wang Zhengdao and the prophet had already played hard to get before. There was no guarantee that this time Wang Zhengdao was not sent by the prophet to find out.

"Why are you telling me?" Tang Ji looked at the witch in the box. She squinted her eyes and looked like she was asleep.

"I have been following the prophet for many years, and I have always wanted to know what achievements I would make in the future she saw." Wang Zhengdao looked at Tang Ji with a somewhat excited expression on his face: "She has never told me about it in all these years. Live those futures! But she told you, and that proves you’re a big shot.”

"What does this have to do with you?" Tang Ji shook the box vigorously, looked at his awakened head, and then smiled with satisfaction.

You're in jail, be serious, don't just sleep when you want.

"The prophet is about to die." Wang Zhengdao was silent for a few seconds and suddenly said: "I need a new ally. You can understand me as a backer."

"You are very strong, why don't you be more independent?" Tang Ji asked puzzledly. When he first met Wang Zhengdao, he knew that Wang Zhengdao was very strong, not counting his ability to jump in space.

"Not strong enough." Wang Zhengdao shook his head: "Do you know how I met the prophet?"

Tang Ji looked at Wang Zhengdao and said nothing. He was not the kind of person who liked to play guessing games.

"I was locked in a cell by players. I knew I shouldn't be caught with my abilities, but I wasn't skilled enough at that time. They also injected me with some kind of sedative, which gave me the will to escape. I can't even get up, I just want to lie there quietly." Wang Zhengdao shook his head and was filled with emotion.

"I can see the room at the end of the corridor. Superhumans are sent in, and when they come out, they are no longer themselves." A look of fear appeared on Wang Zhengdao's face: "More superhumans are pushed in, and then they are no longer themselves." When it comes out, there’s only residue left.”

"You're not the first?" Tang Ji was a little curious. He was interested in anything related to players: "If I were a player, I would definitely not let go of your ability."

"Listen to me. At that time, they had just begun to analyze the secrets of the Blood of Greed. The technology was not yet mature, and they were afraid of wasting me." Wang Zhengdao sat on a stone by the roadside: "Those players would even imitate Greed to fight against Super Human appetite, they think that desire is also the reason why the ability takes effect. During that time, I could see cannibals with mouths full of blood every day."

"Did the prophet save you?" Tang Ji threw the box on the road, took out a cigarette from Wang Zhengdao's clothes, and lit one for himself.

"People from the Ark organization destroyed that base, but they came too late." Wang Zhengdao opened his sleeves and trouser legs and showed Tang Ji his scars.

His lower legs are still there, but most of the muscle tissue has been stripped away. The function of the lower limbs is maintained solely by mechanical structures, and the scars can be seen extending upwards.

"They ate half of me." Wang Zhengdao pushed aside his hair and let Tang Ji see the scars on his skull: "Including my brain."

"They can't figure out which part to eat to gain my abilities, so they can only try slowly, eating a little of this, a little of that." Wang Zhengdao covered the scar again: "I am not a weak person, but all of my Courage may be spent on continuing to live.”

"Players and greed are looking for me, and the prophet is like a big tree protecting me." Wang Zhengdao looked at Tang Ji: "I can't carry the flag against the players, but you can, I can see that."

"Let the prophet tell me personally." Tang Ji covered the head with his coat, waved his hand, and stopped a taxi: "Or are you planning to take me all the way back to Night City?"

Wang Zhengdao smiled bitterly, turned and left the street.

"Sir, where are you going?" The driver looked at Tang Ji and asked cautiously. The man's clothes did not look like a tourist, and he also had a suspicious package on him.

"Go to the nearest airport." Tang Ji patted the box through his clothes, asking the witch to be honest.

The road back to Night City was not easy, especially when Tang Ji was penniless and still had a human head with him.

In the end, Tang Ji chose to contact LS Road Group. After eliminating the influence of the Prophet, the company was still the entity he was most familiar with.

Although he knows that cooperating with capital is equivalent to making a deal with the devil, Tang Ji can at least understand what he has to pay and what he will get.

The contact person of LS Road Group was as enthusiastic as ever. He answered the phone almost as soon as it rang. After verifying Tang Ji's identity, he immediately arranged the follow-up itinerary.

Tang Ji took the witch's head and took the business class flight to Night City.

Although LS Road executives know that Tang Ji has an ulterior relationship with a certain major shareholder, don't expect them to make any extraordinary arrangements.

Fortunately, LS Road at least arranged a special passenger status for Tang Ji so that his belongings did not need to go through security checks.

These days, it is completely normal for staff of major companies to carry some contraband with them. Major airlines have set up special passenger status for companies with sufficient specifications to facilitate them to carry weapons, corpses, illegal drugs and other things around the world. Flying back and forth.

Therefore, Tang Ji wearing a human head on a plane is actually not a big deal, as long as it is covered up so as not to scare ordinary passengers.

Moreover, airlines will usually considerately place special passengers together to prevent them from affecting other passengers.

For example, Tang Ji, as soon as he sat down, he noticed that there was a colleague next to him in the aisle. He was dressed similarly to him and had a similar demeanor to him.

Fitting but cheap suits, because people like them usually wear body armor for longer than underwear, but they generally have good figures and it is easy to buy suitable clothes, and the tactical boots under their feet completely expose their identity.

With tired but alert eyes, everyone seems to be determining the next target to kill. His palm is half hidden in the shadow, his fingers are slightly bent, and he can draw a gun at any time.

When the colleague saw Tang Ji, he put the black box that was originally placed on the outside inward to make way for a spacious aisle. He nodded slightly to him, then turned his attention to the window and continued to look at Tang Ji through the reflection of the glass.

Tang Ji looked at the box in his hand, and then at the other person's box. They were about the same size, and suddenly felt funny. Could it be that the other person's box also contained a human head, right?

Tang Ji smiled and put aside these boring thoughts. He leaned back in his chair, feeling the push on his back caused by the plane taking off, while thinking about the Ark organization and players.

As an organization whose original intention was to fight against players, Tang Ji felt that the Ark organization had essentially collapsed.

Perhaps in the beginning, the Prophet did gather many inspiring people who dared to sacrifice for human civilization, but with the continuous loss of blood, the newly added people reduced the 'purity' of the organization.

In Tang Ji's view, the prophet is not even a good leader. She did make a lot of money with her foresight, but no leader would often emphasize to his subordinates that he will die soon.

Even if she wanted to be candid, it shouldn't be from this angle.

The prophet is about to die. Not only Tang Ji knows about this, but Wang Zhengdao knows about it. I'm afraid everyone in the Ark organization knows about it, otherwise they wouldn't behave so loosely.

There is still some time before the full-scale invasion of players, so it is better to take advantage of this period to muddle along. Feisal, the first naturalized person Tang Ji killed, had this simple idea.

Tang Ji silently gave the Ark organization a cross in his heart, but he was not discouraged. Since the prophet told Tang Ji without hesitation, the Ark organization had incorporated several other organizations during its development process, and their goal was also to fight against player.

In this case, there must be other organizations that are aware of the player's existence and are fighting against the player, and their size and size are no less than those of the Ark organization.

Tang Ji did not try to obtain this information from the prophet. He did not want the prophet's view of good and evil to affect his judgment.

Many times, Tang Ji is not a good person. He does things unscrupulously and is principled but not rigid.

At this time, the plane has entered cruise mode, and the carefully selected flight attendants began to provide expensive paid services to passengers.

"Would you like some water, sir?" The flight attendant looked at Tang Ji with a professional smile and said, "Warmly remind you that passengers who spend zero money during the entire journey will be charged an additional 100% when they fly with this airline next time. twenty of the fee.”

"A glass of water." Tang Ji swiped his card expressionlessly. This can be regarded as a special service on the plane. Some low-cost airlines will even land directly in non-destination cities because the passengers on the plane do not meet the consumption standards to save costs. .

"Thank you for your patronage. The two hundred federal dollars have been deposited. We will charge you an additional 15% service fee." The flight attendant smiled and gave Tang Ji a coupon with a lipstick stamp on it.

The flaming red lips are real red lips, but the coupon can only be used on this flight.

Don't think that airlines are overbearing. They do have the capital. As the fastest way of travel for mankind, international routes have always been the blood-making machine of airlines.

Those giant airlines have already divided international routes among themselves. In order to ensure that their own interests are not infringed, they will send fighter jets to shoot down those brave people who dare to share the profits.

Of course, they only focus on routes in the civilian market and completely ignore the private jets of major companies.

As soon as the stewardess left, the witch who was hit in the box suddenly moved. Tang Ji lifted up his clothes and took a look. The other person seemed to have regained more consciousness. Although he couldn't speak, the moment he saw him, his eyes were full of emotion. Emotions of fear and hatred were evident.

Interestingly, Tang Ji thought that before completely destroying this thing, giving it to Wu Qianying as a gift should make her happy.

The colleague's attention was focused the first time the box moved. He subconsciously put his hand on his box, as if he was worried that it would move too.

When he raised his head, he happened to see Tang Ji observing him. Then he realized that his observation seemed a bit too obvious and smiled apologetically.

Tang Ji was also very generous, with a smile that said, "I'm sorry for being disobedient and affecting you."

As a result, just when the two colleagues had to make eye contact, the box under the colleague's hand also shook and he made a sound: "I want to drink!"

This time it was Tang Ji's turn to not be calm.

how? Nowadays, people no longer walk their dogs when they go out, but walking their heads has become more popular?

Are there too many superhuman beings who can still maintain strong vitality after being beheaded?

The two colleagues laughed even more awkwardly. What else could they say? We can only educate ourselves, be careful and obedient, otherwise we will throw you out from a height of 10,000 meters, or stuff you into the toilet and flush you away.

After a few minutes, the colleague couldn't bear it anymore and asked in a low voice: "Did you also accept that mission?"

"Which mission?" Tang Ji was a little confused. He had a lot of missions. Fighting against players was the main mission, and there were even more side missions.

"You don't know? It was posted by those rich people." His colleagues didn't seem to care whether Tang Ji knew the mission, and just patted the box in his hand: "They want samples of flesh and blood restorers. If they are alive, the price will be higher." times."

"I'm not hostile." The colleague took the initiative to explain: "But I want to cooperate with you."

"How to cooperate?" Tang Ji became interested. Who has the most flesh and blood resuscitation superhumans at this stage? Of course they are players, except they are naturalized people.

It’s easy to see what would happen if rich men discovered this miraculous, almost death-defying ability.

Before the actual research, they did not know the side effects of [cancer recovery], not to mention that for wealthy people, even getting cancer is not a big deal.

"We each have a flesh and blood resuscitator in our hands, but the market is only so big. If we appear together, it may cause commodity prices to fall." The colleague said cautiously: "So I hope you can temporarily appear in Night City, don't let Someone found that in your hand."

"The official purchase price is 500,000 per kilogram of biological tissue, living and conscious, 5 million each." The colleague said to Tang Ji: "I am willing to give you 20% of the profit, just ask you Wait another week."

"In just one week, you can get one million more, how about it?" The colleague looked at Tang Ji with burning eyes, as if he would open fire if he didn't cooperate.

Is the market competition already so fierce? Tang Ji almost laughed out loud. Of course he could see why the other party was so impatient.

I'm afraid there are far more flesh-and-blood radiators being hunted than this one, he is just the lucky one who went back and handed in the mission first.

next week? I'm afraid the price will be reduced by zero next week!