I give the world destruction and new life

Chapter 184 Background Planning
Another 150 points of income came in, which was good news, but the bad news was that Anthony failed. After Sirte rushed into the battlefield and kicked down all the enemies, the pioneers shot at each other cleanly, and all died.

Tang Ji knew that this was not their fault. People in this world may never understand the behavior of players. The death of this world is a matter of calculation for them.

He was sitting alone in a small garden less than two kilometers away from the Haozailai Motel. He said it was a garden, but it hadn't been taken care of for a long time.

The weeds were overgrown, almost covering the benches inside, and the locals seldom came to such a place during the day, not to mention the night.

But it was just right for Tangy to relax. He looked up at the moonlight sky, a pastime he had loved since the last drive to San Diego.

Tang Ji couldn't even figure out, was he so busy in the first half of his life?It never occurred to me to look up at the sky.

Of course, growing up in a place like Night City, it's no wonder that he didn't have this habit. If it weren't for this place already belonging to the border of Night City, there would be no moonlight at all.

As soon as Tang Ji lit a cigarette for himself, his time alone was interrupted by two blind-eyed half-children.

"It's a nice car. Is it a Harley, old man?" A man who looked about the same age as Surt wore a gold jacket like the Valentino gang, and his bare arms were tattooed with glowing geometric lines, simulating prosthetics.

His companion is much more cautious, smoking here alone in the middle of the night is definitely not a kind person, he doesn't want to cause trouble.

"Let's go, Dido!" The companion tugged on Ladido's sleeve, trying to drag him away from the locomotive.

But the retro style Harley collected by the old man is worth every penny, at least in terms of appearance. Tang Ji himself feels that the performance of this car is far less powerful than the new generation.

"I just want to make friends with him! What are you afraid of?" Dido pushed his companion away and dropped the pistol at his waist in a demonstrative manner.

It's a pity that Tang Ji turned his back on them and didn't even intend to turn around.

"We still have to deliver the goods, don't trouble Dido! Otherwise, I won't take you with me next time!" The companion warned in a low voice, then picked up the backpack and left alone.

Dido looked at his companions, then at Tang Ji, and gritted his teeth: "You're lucky, old guy! Let's have a good talk next time we meet!"

Listening to the footsteps going away behind him, Tang Ji flicked the soot. This is the normal state of Night City. Children who have not worked hard to get into a good school will either choose to suffer at the bottom of society and wait for the one in ten thousand chance to climb up. ,

Either join the gang and fight fiercely. As long as you don't die, you will be able to get ahead sooner or later.

If it wasn't for Angelina, Tang Ji probably wouldn't have chosen the road of law enforcement so hard at that time. This road has changed the fate of many people.

Before the Red Sun incident completely broke the backbone of Night City's law enforcement, it was definitely the most effective law enforcement team in the entire Federation.

After the little gangster left for a few minutes, Tang Ji frowned again, and he heard a familiar footstep.

"Enjoy the time alone?" An annoying voice appeared in Tang Ji's ear immediately, Mikkelsen's old face appeared around the corner, and he sat next to Tang Jike familiarly.

Tang Ji had quit smoking and drinking for some time before, and it was not until he killed the first player that these old friends gradually returned to him.

Of course, he is still strictly controlling himself, this behavior is more like remembering the past.

Tang Ji's cigarettes were picked up from the scene of the battle during the day. It was not known whether they belonged to some unlucky mercenary or a pioneer, and there was still blood on the cigarette case.

He has no requirements on the quality of the tobacco, as long as the thing can be lit, the smoke is good smoke, but with the smell of the tree of life with a faint fragrance from Mikkelsen, this kind of inferior tobacco began to make Tang Ji Can't take it anymore.

"Why are you everywhere?" Tang Ji asked, tilting his head with half a cigarette left after flicking it away.

"It's just a little convenience of my personal ability." Mikkelsen put his cigarette and lighter in the middle of the bench and pushed them over: "I heard that you have achieved a lot today, so I came here to congratulate you."

"Killed six, ran away four, and did not find two more." Tang Ji pulled out a tree of life, and then unceremoniously put all the remaining cigarettes into his pocket, and asked while lighting the cigarette Said: "Do you have any good news?"

"We have found 79 suspicious targets and are tracking them. It will take some time to confirm." Mikkelsen's tone was as calm as ever, but Tang Ji always felt that the other party was connoting himself.

"No hands?" Tang Ji felt the energy of the tree of life slowly filling his lungs, as if nourishing it, and narrowed his eyes contentedly, feeling the peace of this moment.

"It doesn't make sense. I plan to hand over these people to you when the time is right." Mikkelsen's ginger suit seemed to be integrated with the bench, and his presence was very weak: "They have established a new The company, called Walter, you can pay more attention to its movements."

"I'm only in charge of killing people. Don't look for me for such a complicated matter, go to the prophet, go to Wu Qianying." Tang Ji spit out a smoke ring and watched it slowly fade away in the air: "Didn't you identify 79 targets? , why not divide me up?"

"I have always admired you, you are a pure person, how about cooperating with me?" Mikkelsen once again issued a solicitation: "I can solve all your worries for you, and you can only do what you want."

"Aren't we just cooperating now?" Tang Ji stood up: "I'm going to go back to sleep, do you have a place to live in Night City? I recommend a nearby motel, the owner is nice."

Mikkelsen waved his hand at Tang Ji, sitting alone in a chair and seemed not interested in continuing to talk.

A few 10 minutes later, Mikkelsen was still sitting on the chair, as if falling asleep, while the two groups who had gone to deliver the goods had returned the same way.

Dido's sorry the old guy on the bike is gone, but luckily there's another idiot sitting there.

Dido, who had just completed a successful transaction, threw away his companion, took out his pistol and pressed it on the back of Mikkelsen's head from behind: "Hey! Old bastard, take out your money and mobile phone, and then tell me you Where did that biker friend go, or I'll blow your head off!"

Mikkelsen stood up suddenly as if he had just woken up, completely ignoring Dido's muzzle.

Anxious to prove himself as a teenager, sensitive and irritable, Dido was continuously ignored, and he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

But the bullet hit the air, and Mikkelsen turned around and grabbed his hand just before he started to grab it. The bullet hit the sky against his hat.

"Let go! Old bastard!" Dido reached out to grab the stranger's neck, but this hand was also held by the other party.

The next second, amidst the terrified screams of Dido's companions, Dido transformed into Mikkelsen, and a few seconds later transformed into Dido again.

But the two of them had exactly the same eyes at this moment, and they both looked at the boy expressionlessly.

However, none of the teenagers who dared to come out to deliver goods at night was paid for nothing. The teenager with the bag on his back only wasted the first few seconds before turning around and running away.

It's a pity that at the corner at the end of the street, in the end, I didn't see a running boy get out. What came out were two taciturn people with the same pace.

Although Dido and his companions are still wearing their original clothes, they have changed into Mikkelsen's inner appearance.

Mikkelsen believes that if the world is regarded as a game by players, there must always be different focuses at different stages.

And because of Tang Ji's relationship, Night City is obviously the most obvious focus. Since he can't master Tang Ji for the time being, he should master Night City first.

On the other side, Tang Ji, who had enough points, exchanged the previously fancy [Reinforcement] ability, because of the pre-level, it was his first LV2 ability.

[Rage] This ability is so special that Tang Ji doesn't know when it will be upgraded or whether it can be upgraded.

As for the ability [Revolver Revival], there was no intention of upgrading it for a long time. Although the system marked this ability as the original ability of the body and could be upgraded, it seemed to be motionless in Tang Ji's hands.

Tang Ji silently used the [Reinforcement] ability on the trash can on the side of the road, and then shot it with a prelude. As a result, the bullet failed to penetrate the trash can at a distance of five meters.

He looked down at the prelude, the gun that had been with him for a long time seemed to be crying, modern weapons became more and more powerless in front of superhumans.

"What kind of shooting in the middle of the night! Get out!" An old woman who looked over 70 years old opened the window and aimed a shotgun in Tang Ji's direction: "I only count to three!"

Tang Ji fled the scene by bicycle in a desperate manner.Don't forget to shout: "I wish you a long life!"

"Thank you for your fucking blessing for letting me get up one more night in the middle of the night!" Accompanied by the response was the muffled sound of gunfire, obviously the old lady was too lazy to take out the loaded bullets.

"This is the information of Walter Company, and all the capital in and out after its establishment. Their business scope is very complicated, but I can't see the significance of their establishment of this company." On the Moonlight Gold, Alicia in pajamas Pushing the table hard, let the chair slide quickly to Wu Qianying who was a few meters away.

Aliya handed the information she found to Wu Qianying. Compared with a few days ago, Wu Qianying's complexion improved a lot.

Moonlight Gold is definitely one of the top yachts in the world. It can not only simulate sunlight, but also has a fully functional SPA area, which can keep ladies elegant forever.

In just a few days, the ladies who moved here were completely conquered by this boat.

Wu Qianying reached out to take the mobile terminal and quickly swipe it. This newly established company has just acquired several advertising companies, print media, virtual idol operation teams, film companies, and biotechnology companies, etc., which is quite messy.

Although it is not a big move, the company has expanded from an empty shelf to more than 3000 employees in a short period of time, and these employees have all received notices to move into the new headquarters.

With the power of the Internet, Aliya constantly arranged and combined various possibilities, and suddenly she had a flash of inspiration: "You said before that they are shaping the background of our world, right? Maybe they plan to manage superheroes like idols? "

"They can use this to screen out better superhumans!" Aliya's thinking speed is fast: "Coupled with the influence of those famous superhero idols, they can launch their own superhuman potions and increase the number of superhumans. Meet the player's requirements for the number of ferrites!"

"You're right." Wu Qianying felt the pressure from the intellectual level for the first time, but it aroused her competitiveness: "They now have a mature pharmaceutical production capacity, and they can directly create super villains. Let the players Play heroes and villains, and stage a good enough confrontation between good and evil in front of NPCs."

"If I were a player, I would also be interested in this kind of game." Alia thought of her own experience and her father, and frustration filled her heart.

Her father had been part of this plan back then, and although she regretted it later, thinking of those bastards from other worlds who claimed to be players, who had been in their world for so long, Alia was pessimistic about the future.

The more she understood the world, the more she felt that they had no chance of winning.

The influence of the players on the world is in all aspects, not limited to the superhuman aspect. Aaliyah has learned a lot of knowledge from the Internet.

She knew that although there were no winners on the table in the two consecutive corporate wars, the losers were obvious. Almost all the powerful governments that once controlled the world fell in the corporate wars.

Although people can jokingly call this a symbol of the people's freedom on the Internet, it is just a joke. Most people over the age of 60 can clearly feel that the world is going bad.

Take the Federation as an example, without a unified plan of a strong regime, their infrastructure such as high-speed railways, subways, and highways have been stagnant for a long time, especially the traffic routes between cities and states, and there has even been a certain degree of Negative growth.

Although there are new types of cities like Night City rising from the ground, they are also built by sucking blood from the original road foundation.

When Night City was completed, hundreds of kilometers of surrounding roads and railways were dilapidated to the point of inoperability. Although Night City has been working hard to repair these losses, it is obviously impossible for them to plan at the level of the entire country.

In the end, Night City only repaired a few major roads, which indirectly created a 'wasteland' environment hundreds of kilometers outside Night City.

The decline of large infrastructure capabilities and the absence of laws have caused human civilization to be forced back by barbarism for the first time on the surface of the earth since the Industrial Revolution.

The same thing happened in the demonstration city project and other emerging city projects. The more I searched, the more alarmed Ilia was. She suddenly realized that the player's plan for the world was far more in-depth and detailed than she knew.

　PS: I ran into another car on the way home from get off work, and it was almost ten o'clock when I got home after dealing with it. The update is a bit late, it hurts

　　
　
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