I give the world destruction and new life

Chapter 241 I'm Angry

When the coolness of the morning bid farewell to the city, a huge flag had already been hoisted on the iron tower known as the symbol of the city.

The genetic broken sword dotted on the blue background. Many transhumanists regard this symbol as their spiritual totem. Even though Losass has been clearly defined as a terrorist organization, there are still a large number of admirers.

And in a city like Paris, there is never a shortage of such admirers.

Most of these transhumanists are not superhuman, but they insist that awakening is a true natural right, a symbol of absolute freedom.

The threat issued by Losas caused a certain degree of commotion, but more people thought it was a carnival. Losas, who had been silent for a long time, reappeared, making many potential admirers jump for joy.

For example, now, under the banner of the Sword of Broken Gene, hundreds of worshipers are gathering on the Mars Square, they are shouting and recording the moment the banner is fluttering with their mobile phones.

Tourists who were confused were also mixed in. Some of them already showed anxiety and wanted to leave with their families, while others took advantage of the opportunity to join the carnival crowd.

The real chaos came with a parade of hundreds of people wearing fluorescent green vests, with a dozen ringleaders dedicated to maintaining order, surrounded by a few professional camera drones .

"No District [-], and no nuclear bombs!" Accompanied by rhythmic slogans, these people began to shout, and at the same time put up a large number of signs with various caricatures drawn on them.

"Losas and Tanguy get out! Paris is the Paris of Parisians!" Another slogan made the crowd gathered around gradually quiet down.

"Superman is a disease, we need to treat it!" The commander continued to direct the parade to shout, while vigilantly looking at the worshipers of Lothas who hadn't reacted yet.

As he expected, those people responded with messy swear words in the next second, and the confrontation turned into a large-scale physical conflict a few minutes later.

Several patrol cars of law enforcement officers hurriedly parked outside, anxiously calling for support, but as the number of marchers grew, traffic in the entire Paris was paralyzed.

"This world sucks, Kevin." The naturalized Clark Riley looked at the boiling crowd with a smile on his lips. He was a superhuman, the kind that awakened naturally.

His ability is to amplify people's emotions within a certain range, and this lively scene of 'singing and dancing' is his masterpiece.

At this time, he is like a conductor on the stage, stretching out his fingers from time to time to amplify a certain emotion in someone's heart, making the whole scene even more chaotic.

"Small movements, don't be noticed." Kevin Mott pushed and pushed the demonstrators who were trying to approach them, reminding Clark.

He is also a superhuman, but unlike Clark, he is a combat superhuman, the Red Warrior.

Of course, he is an artificial superhuman, using the blood of greed to infuse the two abilities of [cancer recovery] and [rubber skin].

Among the naturalized people, his artificial superhuman status is very low, because people who have not awakened will lose the opportunity to awaken forever if they transform into superhumans in this way.

Therefore, he is Clark's protector, a human shield.

Not far from them, Jose Barros, the evangelist from the Adventist Sect, is working hard to add new blood to the sect.

Jose is also a naturally awakened person. He can create a short false memory in other people's brains. This ability allows him to quickly rise to the top in the sect of the descendants and has many followers.

It's a pity that his lack of outstanding logical ability made the false memories he compiled often be debunked. For example, Jose tried to convince the current leader of the Adventist Sect that he was his chosen successor.
However, Jose failed to do a good job of logically guiding the timeline before and after. The leader of the Adventist Sect discovered his particularly discordant memory within a few hours, and threw Jose to preach in Paris in a fit of anger.

It was thanks to Tang Ji's blessing that the Adventist sect had suffered severe blood loss recently, and a large number of fanatic-level congregants were sent to Night City to die, so that the European Union headquarters was not enough manpower, so he regained his life.

And as the most heartfelt dog of the pioneers, the Adventist Sect responded immediately after receiving the notice, pulling out all the forces that could be mobilized around them, and stuffing them into Paris.

The camera zoomed out a little further, and the drone recorded the entire scene with a wide-angle lens, which was sent back to Ethan's command vehicle, and then to Tang Ji.

"They hung a flag on the Eiffel Tower. This is the only thing I have found related to Rosas." Ethan showed Tanguy the picture through a tablet computer.

"I see, keep watching the airport, the station, and the highway." Tang Ji looked at the flag of Losas: "I will deal with it now."

At this time, Tanguy was still on the territory of the Taha Gang, and Boyle's mechanics were helpless with their damaged equipment.

Especially the one-piece helmet of the Dragon Scale Armor, not to mention maintenance, the detachable parts of that thing are directly assembled by the temperature difference method, and it is impossible to disassemble it without special tools.

They can only provide Tang Ji and his party with some weapons and ammunition, and some extra convenience.

"Believe me, I want to get that nuclear bomb back more than anyone else now." Boyle's face looked paler than the superhuman captured by Tangy on the ground.

Their nuclear bomb was lost.
Although Boyle had a tendency to compromise in the face of threats at the time, the nuclear bomb was still hidden in their secret location after all.

However, a few minutes ago, the guards of the nuclear bomb just gave the news that the nuclear bomb was lost
"The only thing I can help with is this." Boyle handed Tanguy a black and red key and whispered to him, "I know it's a little irresponsible to say that, but then this is your fight Now, if you find the nuclear bomb, this key can stop it, don't care about the password, countdown, this is the final insurance, this is the back door of purely mechanical control."

"Turn it to the left to detonate the nuclear bomb immediately, and turn it to the right to separate the detonation device directly. The choice is yours." Boyle seemed to breathe a sigh of relief: "It's yours now."

"We're clear." Tanguy and Boyle shook hands, turned and walked into a secret passage. The other end of the secret passage is the fifth arrondissement of Paris, which is one of the smuggling passages of the Taha Gang.

The electric-powered small car walked for four or ten minutes in the dim passage before they were delivered to the exit, a secret exit that cut directly into the Paris drainage system.

When they climbed up the well ladder, there was already a station wagon large enough to carry them all parked at the side of the road.

"I thought I would never be able to get out in my life!" Lindsay cried, leaning against Ogona's arms aggrieved. The half-meter-long rat in the sewer caused her mental damage almost as much as greed.

Ogna patted Lindsay on the back, and said to Tang Ji: "I'm going to take Legris away, it's too dangerous here! You don't need the burden of the two of us, do you?"

Tang Ji pointed at the intersection, signaling the other party to be free, but when Marcin also licked his face and wanted to slip away behind Ogna, a dagger was nailed to the wall against his face.

"Help carry people, I'm in a hurry." Tang Ji tilted his head towards him, and Marcin could only follow behind the saint in despair, and got on the station wagon with three steps.

Before they settled Wang Zhengdao, the station wagon faltered and rushed out of the alley with a feeling of pushing back!
Ethan's drone fed back the traffic conditions in Paris to Alia, who then sent Tangi the best route.

A winding route just appeared on Tang Ji's tablet, but he obviously didn't have the patience to obey the traffic rules and avoid the congested parade crowd.

Once this Columbus V300 station wagon produced by Villefort hit the road, it caused chaos. It ran through two or three red lights and drove straight to a blocked intersection!
"Boss, the intersection in front of you is completely blocked." Ethan carefully advised: "The route that Alia sorted out can save you ten or four minutes."

What responded to him was a series of gunshots. Tang Ji opened the car window, stuck a rifle sponsored by the Taha gang out of the window, fired into the sky, and fired a shuttle. get away.

Tang Ji stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, drove the car onto the pedestrian path, and squeezed against the wall on the side of the road, which was said to have a long history.

As for the parades blocking the road, they disappeared at a speed comparable to the 'veterans' of Night City.

"Okay, boss, you saved 1 minute, but there are still [-] intersections ahead of you that need to be cleared. Believe me, the Traffic Bureau will award you a medal." Ethan passed the picture of the intersection ahead to Tang Ji .

The traffic in Paris, which was already overwhelmed, became even more congested at this time because of Losas's statement. Just looking through the screen, you can feel the panic and anger of the people on the road.

That's right, anger, these ordinary people have tried their best to adapt to the arrival of the new era, but this world is like a steamroller, constantly setting off new waves chasing them, vowing to sweep everyone into it.

Anyone faced with such a situation has reason to feel fear, as well as anger.

Fear and anger are the most extreme and easily aroused emotions of human beings. At this moment, Tang Ji seemed to feel the anger in the hearts of these people.

It was a completely different kind of anger from his. Compared with his, the anger of these people was loose and weak. They didn't even know who they should vent their anger on, so they could only aimlessly get angry at everyone around them.

The flame of hatred that had been burning slowly against the skin began to splash again, as if responding to Tang Ji's anger, enveloping the entire station wagon bit by bit.

"This is the fire of punishment, this is God's will, and through his hand, justice will be done." The saint drew a cross and looked at Tang Ji enthusiastically. This is not the first time he has seen a vision on his head But every time it is so shocking!

"Can you tell me which version of the Bible you are reading?" Marcin hung on the hospital bed where Wang Zhengdao was lying, with his feet off the ground, daring not to touch the gray-black flame: "I don't think God may Agree with your statement!"

The saint glanced at Marcin coldly: "You'd better be careful in your words and deeds!"

Marcin obediently made a zipping movement, and kept silent.

However, this time the fire of hatred seemed to find a channel to resonate. As Tang Ji drove forward, the station wagon left a burning road behind.

Not only that, they are actively spreading, quickly surpassing the speed of the station wagon, expanding in all directions, following the anger in people's hearts and burning into their hearts.

One, two, one hundred, two hundred, those who were stuck in the road, had nowhere to go, those who were angry and didn't know how to pour out, all felt a little strange.

The man who was blocked by the demonstrators at the intersection felt as if he had been poured a large glass of alcohol in winter, and he became inexplicably excited.

He glanced back at his wife who was sitting in the back seat holding a pair of children. She was comforting the restless children. Even though she was terrified, she tried to pretend to be calm.

They used to be residents of Night City and experienced the Red Sun incident, and it was precisely because of this that they chose to immigrate to this strange city.

But now, in front of him, a group of emotional demonstrators holding signs are blocking the intersection, preventing anyone from passing.

The men couldn't hear their slogans clearly, they only saw the self-satisfaction of these people, as if they were laughing at those who were blocked by them on the road.

"Ah!!!!" The man roared like a Viking barbarian, pushed open the car door and rushed towards the demonstrators!
His charge seemed to wake up a sleeping beast, and countless people made the same choice by coincidence!

Why can Losas appear again swaggeringly, as if nothing happened!Why do superhumans run amok on the streets and make my life worse!

What is all this for?
With red eyes, the man pushed down a demonstrator and punched him on the bridge of the nose. The splash of blood was the best reward, making him more excited and fighting spirit!
"Do you know that I have a wife and child in the car! Do you know that you're blocking my way!" The man punched the other person in the face: "You know everything, you just don't care! You bastard !asshole!"

Beside him, dozens of people were fighting together, but he seemed to be possessed by the god of war, knocking down one after another who stood in front of him, tirelessly and painlessly.

Until his front was suddenly empty, no one stood in front of him anymore, the man regained consciousness suddenly, at this time the people around him looked at him in horror, as if he was some kind of monster.

"Get out of my way! Bastard!!!" the man roared, stumbling back to his car, until now the tiredness and fear returned to his brain, his heart was beating like it was going to burst out of his chest in the next second, He faltered as if he might trip over at any moment.

Only then did he start to be afraid that someone would shoot him in the back, and only then did he start to worry about the consequences, whether the law enforcement officers would arrest him?Could a camera have caught his face?
But none of his fears happened. The entire intersection was cleared, allowing him to start the car and start moving forward.

The wife put her hand on the man's shoulder and gave him a positive look. The man regained his composure instantly, wiped off the blood on his fist, and drove forward steadily.

Beside him, the station wagon with gray-black flames honked its horn as if affirming the man's feat, and the drivers on the whole street following him honked their horns like a triumphal horn.

The smoldering flames of anger caught up with the station wagon along with the wind and merged into Tang Ji's body, making the flames in Tang Ji's eyes suddenly more intense.

　PS: There were a lot of typos yesterday, I am ashamed to post today after checking~!

　　
　
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