I give the world destruction and new life

Chapter 162

For players, the world is actually not that complicated. They don't care about the factions that the world is naturally divided into according to historical inertia, the barriers caused by racial differences, and the division of national boundaries between secular regimes.

Players, or specifically the pioneers who have come to this world so far, have completely abandoned the above concepts because of social development. In their eyes, the world is a whole.

A complete, untapped new world with enormous potential.

In the world where the players exist, the force that has temporarily mastered the coordinates of the new world also has a hierarchy, even stricter than the hierarchy Tang Ji understands.

In the player's world, classes have been completely solidified. These people even have their lives solidified. They have no right to actively embrace death, nor do they have the right to give birth to new lives at will.

The birth of every new life requires the strict review of the triple committee of genes, will, and soul, and only after ensuring that there is a new vacancy can it be allowed to be born.

And the new life has only one purpose, to replace the parts that made room for it before.

Eternal life is equal to eternal slavery, and no soul can bear this burden, and false simulation technology cannot bring any comfort to these tired or domineering souls.

So needs bring opportunities, and finding a temporary resting place for the souls of the old world has become a new business opportunity.

The pioneers from the old world are like the black ships hundreds of years ago. While they brought destruction and disaster, they also brought opportunities.

As long as we can adapt to this era faster than others, we will usher in a new Restoration.

"I saw this in Miki Eito's diary." In the hidden medical room in the cake shop, Mikkelsen used some tricks to get Miwako to tell the most important secret hidden in his heart.

Miwako, whose full name is Eri Miwako, is one of the results of the "True Spy" project of Arabata's intelligence agency.

The Real Spy Project is a project started by Saburo Arata, the helm of the Arata Group, at the end of the last century. They collected nearly [-] children from all over the world and used different means to train them from childhood, and finally became the current front-line intelligence officers. .

Mikkelsen admired that old man very much. The funds he invested in the intelligence front were almost no less than those at the two poles during the Cold War. After all, the True Spy Project was just one of the many major projects of the Arban Intelligence Department.

Eri Miwako joined the Miki Consortium with a perfect resume when she was 19 years old. Relying on her beauty and intelligence, she became the secretary and lover of Miki Eito, the leader of the Miki Consortium, at the age of 24.

She stayed with Miki Eito for three years, and the rewards she got in the end were also priceless.

Mikkelsen didn't know if what was written in Eito Miki's diary was true or not, but it at least reflected the whole picture of some players.

This world is secretly fighting against the players' forces and organizations. The biggest difficulty they encounter is not losing to the players and naturalized ones in force confrontation, but that they have been unable to see the details of their enemies.

For a long time, they were like boxing with the fog. They didn't know where the enemy came from or why the enemy came. They could only collect fragments related to the player little by little, and put together a player's mask.

Mikkelsen sneered at the black ships and reform written in Miki Eito's diary. As a superior, he certainly understood the essence of the black ship incident.

In the end, the so-called Restoration Regime will be triggered in the sad island country of Neon. The only reason is that the power represented by the black ship is not strong enough to eat up all of Neon.

The forces represented by the players are different. According to the information Mikkelsen possesses, it is at least not the first time for them to carry out this kind of cross-world aggression, and they are even so proficient that they have formed an industrial chain.

What they are facing now is not the most powerful people represented by the players, but the group of people with the lowest cost and the highest benefit after comprehensive consideration.

Now Mikkelsen once again grasped something useful. If what Miki Eito was told was true, then what they were facing was a group of beings who were immortal and whose spiritual world was extremely empty.

Mikkelsen believes that no matter how cautious an existence is, it will leave traces of its own world in this world, not to mention that in many cases, those pioneers are not so cautious.

Not only have they tried to guide the fashion trend, but they also have an unusually rich variety of emotions and desires. If it weren't for some unnatural restrictions on their will, Mikkelsen would have figured out the background of this group of people long ago.

But even a man as proud as Mikkelsen had to admit that they had little chance of winning in this war.

Tang Ji may be a variable, but after that?For players, a failed pioneering behavior can be upgraded immediately, it is only a matter of reducing the profit by a few percent.

Mikkelsen's face became more and more gloomy. He did have a plan, a plan that even a person like him dared not think about.

But the reality seemed to be forcing him to go down that road. Mikkelsen lit himself a cigarette again, but this time he smoked the tree of life tobacco he was used to. Eri Miwako, who had been hypnotized tragically, lifted her spirits a little.

"Where is this?" Miwako shook her head in confusion, then immediately woke up and looked at the cake shop owner vigilantly, she had already noticed something unusual.

"Take a good rest. If your superior asks, tell him that Misan is very grateful for the information you provided." Mikkelsen waved his hand, picked up the travel bag on the ground and waved at Miwako: "If you look for If you can’t find a way out, you can go to the person who rescued you, he has been on the right path.”

Miwako struggled to stop Mikkelsen from leaving, but the missing limbs made it difficult for her to leave the operating bed, so she could only shout helplessly, trying to attract the attention of others.

But Mikkelsen had brought down everyone in the intelligence station except him at this time. Tang Ji was right to be cautious. He did put sleeping pills in the pastry and coffee.

For example, Mr. Lucky had already fallen unconscious in the back seat of the car at this time. Anthony had to check his pulse to make sure that his life was not in danger.

As for Hiroyuki Sanada, he just wants to drive quietly now, wait for the operation to end and return to Night City, be a Yakuza in peace and stability, and manage the affairs of the Tiger Claw Gang.

This world is too dangerous for him to play around.

Sanada also plans to go back and kill all the people in the Tiger Claw Gang who have been on the list, or who were almost on the list, take photos of the corpses and send them to Tang Ji, and then throw them in Derry Coronado Bay, and they will be clean in the future Gang gang.

He now began to believe what Tang Ji had said on the Internet before. Every time he returned to Night City to make trouble, it was entertainment during the vacation between missions.

The Body Warehouse in Fukushima District is actually not a secret. When Wang Zhengdao and Tang Ji suddenly appeared at the high point opposite the factory gate, they saw that it was "open for business".

More than a dozen neon gang middlemen wearing short-sleeved suits, deliberately showing flowery arms and even naked upper bodies showing flowery backs, holding restricted-level weapons aboveboard, supervising a group of workers loading goods.

The doors of several container trucks parked at the gate of the factory building were open. There was no driver in the cab, and they seemed to be temporary workers.

Several old-fashioned electric drive forklifts drove out from the factory building, forking 2.5X1.2 wooden boxes one after another.

The flowery back with a ponytail is holding a tablet, checking the number on each box, and then let the workers transport the boxes into the carriage one by one.

One of the forklifts mishandled the unloading and dropped the wooden box on the ground. Several long guns fell out of the damaged wooden box. Only stopped under the stop, and drove the driver back to the car to continue working.

"Depending on the situation, the naturalized people here hid their bodies in the gang warehouse, no wonder." Wang Zhengdao shook his head: "We really ignored this possibility, thinking that the naturalized people would not be so low-end."

"We have destroyed two body warehouses before. One is in the arsenal of the Gaul Foreign Legion. Those soldiers always thought they were guarding biological and chemical weapons." Wang Zhengdao explained: "There is also a Roman Pantheon, next door is Rome City Hall, the entrance is there."

"Please explain for a while, the prophet is old and dead." Tang Ji interrupted Wang Zhengdao, pointing to an open space behind Hua's back: "Go there, let him be your tongue."

Without further ado, Wang Zhengdao put his hand on Tang Ji's shoulder again, and while he was breathing, the two of them appeared behind Hua's back.

Because of the sudden arrival and without any recruitment, Huabei was still looking down at the number on the box, while other gang members around were also staring at their respective targets.

Only the forklift driver who was beaten widened his eyes and pointed at Tang Ji and Wang Zhengdao, as if he was dumb, but he opened his mouth wide but couldn't make any sound.

Tang Ji snatched the tablet from Huabei's hand, grabbed his neck with an iron hand and slammed forward, Huabei hit the forklift fork frame and lost consciousness.

And Wang Zhengdao, like a ghost, disappeared suddenly, and when he reappeared, he was standing behind a gunman four meters away.

Without warning, the right-hand fist hit the back of the target's head with force, making the sound of a hammer hitting a walnut, and the target fell straight to the ground like a felled tree.

Not to be outdone, Tang Ji picked up a stone from the ground with his iron hands, and threw the stone with a rounded arm, directly inserting it into the temple of another gunman.

It wasn't until this time that other people noticed the unexpected guest who appeared suddenly!
With a wave of Tang Ji's hand, the prelude was already loaded, and when he turned around, the four gunmen on the left fan had already fallen in a pool of blood.

Wang Zhengdao changed his position again, neatly twisted the neck of a shooter, and using him as a shield, he used his gun to sweep towards his companion who was close at hand.

The thirteen gunmen did not finish a full magazine, and they became corpses on the ground. The three forklift drivers sat tremblingly on the forklift with their hands raised high, not daring to move.

Tang Ji took a look inside the factory building, and saw that the three warehouses were arranged in a font, and there were at least dozens of people in the open area looking at them in bewilderment.

Half of the men were armed with guns, while the other half wore white dust suits and were either holding cardboard boxes or pushing pallet trucks full of goods.

Seeing Tang Ji's eyes looking over, a young man holding a cardboard box loosened his hand, and the cardboard box hit the ground, yelling at Das Kai Tai, turned around and ran away.

The people in the warehouse received a message three hours ago, asking them to empty the warehouse immediately and evacuate as quickly as possible, but the damn truck first encountered a traffic jam on the road, and then there was a flat tire, damaged engine, broken axle, etc. Accident.

In the end, only three of the seven vehicles that were expected to arrive barely arrived. They had to unpack the pre-packaged goods and repackage them, packing as many things together as possible.

Then there was a Master Jiancang who was in charge of the warehouse management last night and had a sudden brain congestion, and was sent to the hospital early. Fukuda Kazuki, who was in charge of taking over the work, faced the order from above to send away the A-grade goods first. Confused.

He doesn't know what the so-called A-grade goods are, nor does he know which area these A-grade goods are stored in. Only Jiancang himself knows this secret, but he is now lying in the hospital.

As a last resort, he could only check the goods list number by number, and the progress was terribly slow.

Before these accidents, they encountered a power outage in the warehouse, and a group of wild dogs that suddenly appeared took advantage of them to carry the goods, and then went crazy after eating high-purity addictive compounds, biting seven or eight workers before being shot dead.

During this process, the wild dogs damaged at least one hundred kilograms of the outer packaging of the high-purity addictive compound, causing the dust of this substance to fly, making one-third of the people in a half-high state, giggling from time to time, and appearing in front of their eyes. Illusion, everyone looks like a blue villain.

That's why Tang Ji finished fighting outside just now, and the people inside were still in a semi-sluggish state. God knows what happened to them this afternoon.

The escaped worker finally stepped on a glass bottle that rolled out at an unknown time, and fell to the ground, rolling in a circle and knocking down three crumbling boxes stacked on top of each other.

The box fell backwards and hit a raised beam. The other end of the beam suddenly tilted up, lifting the 'wall' on one side of the factory building up half an inch.

Then the whole wall shook twice and fell down.A long row of solid body life capsules at the back were exposed, and they were just embedded in the wall.

Wang Zhengdao looked at all this, and said to Tang Ji very seriously: "Now I feel that the prophet's plan will definitely succeed. Let's clean up this one as soon as possible, and leave for the next one immediately!"

"Baga!" A shout made the two people realize that the matter was not over yet, and the gang members with guns obviously didn't intend to let them start dividing up the spoils now.

"Let's settle it now!" Wang Zhengdao seemed impatient when he met an old lady who gave free eggs to the lecture.

At this time, Mr. Lucky turned over on the back seat, with a smile on his lips, as if dreaming of his happy life in the casino.

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