I give the world destruction and new life

Chapter 263 The Bound Behemoth
The wait lasted three hours. Obviously, the false identity used by Mikkelsen was just enough to meet little Edgar, but it was not enough for him to drop what he was doing to greet him.

During this time, Tanguy watched as Mikkelsen pulled out two bionic masks from his bag, along with a bunch of vials of various sizes, and began to apply makeup to himself.

Apparently Mikkelsen was sure he had plenty of time to put on makeup in the castle.

"I remember you used this thing to impersonate me last time. I watched the live video. Your camouflage level is too low, so you can deceive law enforcement." Mikkelsen used a special bio-adhesive to stick the mask on On the face: "Fortunately, we don't need to disguise ourselves so delicately this time, as long as little Edgar doesn't expose us in the first place."

"Aren't you worried that he will take a look at the visitor in advance through the camera?" Tang Ji looked at Mikkelsen who was busy, feeling a little itchy.

If something really happened, this bastard would just throw away a clone. Tang Ji had seen him handle his clone's body calmly, and it didn't matter more than his own bad clothes.

"Little Edgar himself would never do such a boring thing. It is the responsibility of the security supervisor to determine the identity of the visitor, and that security supervisor happened to be the first to realize that little Edgar was abnormal." Mikkelsen shrugged: "If he really identified the visitor through the camera in advance, we wouldn't even have to meet him, and we can directly confirm that he is under control."

"Then what? The two of us broke into the castle single-handedly and rescued the fat-headed White King? Then you gave him a greasy Gaul kiss and rescued him from the wizard?" Tang Ji showed the Night City unceremoniously The poisonous tongue of street style.

"You made a mistake. You are alone. Anyway, from the first time you saw this, you wanted to find a reason to raise the owner, didn't you?" Mikkelsen adjusted the corners of the mask, He counterattacked without looking back: "The high wall power grid is meaningless to you, armed security can't stop you, and those combat machines are useless. You know very well that as long as you want, you can do it."

"The only thing stopping you is the moral bottom line in your heart and the temporary alignment of interests." Mikkelsen sneered: "That's why families like Calhoun would rather spend a lot of money in outer space than Not willing to fight the Blazers on Earth."

Tang Ji glanced at Mikkelsen and fell silent, because what he said was right, what prevented him from killing was only the moral bottom line in his heart.

But it is undeniable that Tang Ji has always looked at those damned people from the perspective of a judge. Strictly speaking, he does not and should not have such a right.

There have been countless times when the violent anger from the heart drove Tang Ji to vent the anger in his heart completely, but Angelina's figure would always appear silently, looking at him quietly and examining him.
In countless nightmares, Tang Ji was awakened standing on the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood. In the dream, the figure finally said to himself: "I don't recognize you at all, you are not my lover, you are furious."

Maybe it was Tang Ji's temperament that made Mikkelsen feel dangerous, or maybe it was the long wait that exhausted the common topics between the two of them, and the silence remained until someone knocked on the door of the reception room.

At this time, another 10 minutes had passed since Mikkelsen helped Tang Ji complete the disguise.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting here. Calhoun has some urgent matters to deal with today." A maid dressed in translucent silver gauze and with a gold ring to outline her curves waited at the door for about ten seconds before walking in.

The maid wore elegant makeup, and the specially-made clothes were revealing but not gaudy. Combined with the other party's dignified temperament, it gave people the feeling of meeting the queen of ancient Egypt.

When the name Calhoun was spoken, the tone of the other party was more like Caesar, a proper noun such as the Chosen One, sacred and solemn.

Reminiscent of the cockpit of the COS Pantheon on the Moonlight Gold, Tang Ji was already a little tired of this Calhoun whom he had never met.

"I totally understand that Calhoun's time is precious." Mikkelsen repeated the word Calhoun in a similar tone, with just the right amount of respect on his face.

Tang Ji found that he could easily judge the status difference between the other party and Calhoun from the different pronunciation of a name.

The former is more like a priest serving in front of the gods, while the role played by Mikkelsen is more equal, far inferior to Calhoun in status, but at least they are both descendants of gods.

Are these rich people so bewildered now?
Tang Ji didn't believe that this way of dialogue was a temporary idea. Judging by Mikkelsen's proficiency, this is definitely a custom that has lasted for more than one generation!
"Please come with me, Calhoun has reserved 15 minutes for you." The maid repeated the name again, and Tang Ji couldn't help shivering in her tone.

This subtle change caused the maid to glance at Tang Ji with sharp eyes.

At that moment, the anger in the heart of this stunning woman even touched Tang Ji's sensing mechanism, and he could clearly sense the burning anger of the other party.

For some reason, this woman reminded Tanguy of the girl who died when he killed Feisal.

Tang Ji still doesn't know the girl's name or what he has experienced. He only knows that when he killed Feisal, the girl's eyes showed no regrets.

But the woman in front of me, her eyes are agile, she has not been controlled by anyone, nor has her body been manipulated by others, she was just shaped like this since she was a child, and the god she serves is called Calhoun
Tanguy could kill Feisal to free the girl, but he didn't know how to face the "people" in front of him. However, the raging anger kept destroying his reason of sticking to the bottom line, as if he would be broken in the next second. Let go of bondage and bring true freedom to this world.

Mikkelsen was keenly aware of the subtlety of the atmosphere, and coughed lightly: "Please take us to see Calhoun."

This time, he didn't even have time to use the so-called Jingyin, which was the pronunciation scale that the small circle specially asked linguists to reshape through the existing language, similar to the existence of Yuyin and Yayan in Neon language.

He was really worried that the bomb behind him would be detonated suddenly, and there would be nothing left of this place.

Mikkelsen has always known that it is risky to ask Tangy to handle this matter, but he has no more efficient way. Instead of finding another superhuman with similar abilities by chance, it is better to take a gamble.

He had already carefully planned his itinerary. There were only four facilities inside Calhoun Manor that Mikkelsen knew had broken through the bottom line of human beings, and he deliberately avoided them.

But he didn't expect that Tang Ji would have such a big reaction just for the food and the servants.

Mikkelsen really didn't care about the death of the doppelgänger, but he had to consider the reaction caused by the accident. Everyone in the small circle of top rich people knew that Tangy was brought into Calhoun Manor by him.

What would other people think of him if the headlines tomorrow were that the Calhoun estate had been burned down with no survivors?Is this war still over?

Mikkelsen urged the maid, not wanting to delay for a second, as if there was a bomb about to explode behind him.

"Sir! Please allow me to go in and report first!" The maid was very dissatisfied with Mikkelsen's indecent footsteps. She stood at the door and carefully tidied up her hair and clothes without any abnormalities before opening the door carefully. The small door went in.

A few seconds later, the maid pushed open the four-meter-high heavy wooden door from the inside, revealing the huge office behind it.

The crimson patterned carpet was five centimeters thick, and the huge dark brown desk made Calhoun behind him look like a clown sitting in a giant's palace.

The light in the whole office glowed with a lazy color after dusk, and Tang Ji knew that it must not be natural light, because it was already night.

But the natural light outside the window makes it impossible to see anything unusual, even the window is still open, Tang Ji's keen sense of smell can smell the pine fragrance brought by the breeze, and he can hear the swishing sound of the maple leaves blown by the wind.

Looks like someone built an indoor jungle outside their office window just so they can see what they want while working
"Lennon Webster! It's been three years since we last met." Edgar Calhoun's voice came from behind the desk, loud and enthusiastic.

This was the first time Tangy felt the popularity in this castle. Standing behind Mikkelsen under the cover of sunglasses, he looked at the legendary Calhoun.

Different from Tang Ji's imagination, the other party was a handsome middle-aged man with a strong figure, wearing a well-fitting shirt, and he was still meticulous in his own castle.

"Please sit down, I'm sorry to keep you waiting." Calhoun casually pointed to the sofa on the other side of the desk, and said to the maid, "Coffee."

The maid respectfully disappeared into a small cubicle in the office, facing Calhoun the whole time, and retreated.

"Dear Calhoun, I am here this time to deliver a message to you." Mikkelsen showed superb acting skills, just like just now, his expression was respectful, and his tone was full of admiration, perfect Playing the role of a direct descendant of the Webster family.

"A message?" Little Edgar showed a hint of amusement on his face. He pushed away the document in front of him, stood up, stretched his muscles, and walked from behind the desk to the sofa. at a position of about meters.

"Yes, a message, because it is too important to use any electronic tools to convey." Mikkelsen said unhurriedly: "The person behind me is sent by the owner of the message to supervise me, to ensure that this The message will be delivered to you correctly, not censored."

That Calhoun heard Mikkelsen's introduction, so he looked at Tang Ji out of the corner of his eye, and then made an expression of listening attentively: "Then what is the news that is so important that we need a kid from the Websters?" Why don't you come and visit me in person?"

"They said that you might be under mind control. Someone sent me to check your status." Mikkelsen said this to Edgar Calhoun Jr. with a smile.

Tangy, on the other hand, was ready to put him directly in Calhoun for a forcible inspection.

But to their surprise, little Edgar Calhoun was taken aback for a moment, and then burst out into a burst of laughter. He leaned back and forth while laughing, and even patted his thigh hard.

"It's a good prank. It's been a long time since I accepted the Calhoun family. No one has played such a funny prank with me. Tell me, did Barnes ask you to come?" Little Edgar seemed to put down Leaning on Calhoun's shelf, the whole person leaned on the sofa, crossed his legs, and asked with a happy face: "How does he plan to ask you to examine me?"

Mikkelsen squinted his eyes, as if he was judging what kind of trick the other party was playing, but since the other party was willing to cooperate, he would not be soft.

"I'll leave it to you, Tang Ji." Mikkelsen directly pointed out Tang Ji's identity and motioned him to step forward to check on little Edgar.

But after hearing the name, little Edgar didn't react at all, as if he had never heard of the name, instead he stretched out his hand excitedly, as if expecting some surprises to come.

The gray-black flame of hatred burst out of Tang Ji's hand in an instant, startling little Edgar, he subconsciously retracted his hand, but immediately restrained his instinct.

Seemingly dissatisfied with his retreat, little Edgar then took the initiative to reach out and put his palm into the flame.

Tang Ji could see from the actions of the other party that this Calhoun was quite a conceited person. He didn't care at all that this might be a trap aimed at him, and he was confident that no one would dare to hurt him.

The flame of hatred swept over little Edgar Calhoun in an instant, and there was nothing unusual about him. He was not controlled.

Tang Ji turned his head and glanced at Mikkelsen. If he wanted to start Plan B, he would be able to strangle this not-so-fat king right now.

"Edgar, what the hell are you doing?" Mikkelsen slowly pulled off the bionic mask on his face: "Do you know that many people thought you were being controlled and caused panic?"

"Mikkelsen?" Little Edgar's face showed surprise and an expression of sudden realization: "Because of my willfulness a while ago, the head of the federal secret service actually let the head of the federal secret service confirm my situation?"

Tang Ji couldn't tell whether the other party was telling the truth, he only knew that if the other party was lying, Oscar owed him an actor.

"Tell me, Edgar, have you ever been mind-controlled before?" Mikkelsen asked little Edgar formally.

Tang Ji saw little Edgar was silent for a few seconds, and he became serious, as if he was weighing something, and finally he said: "Yes, I was controlled by someone before, but I finally got rid of him by myself control."

"Because of our friendship, I confess this matter in front of you." Little Edgar said to Mikkelsen: "But for the honor of the Calhoun family, you must promise not to tell this matter to others. "

"You didn't lie, Edgar, it's fine." Mikkelsen narrowed his eyes and finally said, "I promise you, I won't tell anyone else about this."

Tang Ji hugged his shoulders and looked at the two people who agreed with a sneer. He didn't know Calhoun, but he knew least about jealousy.
(End of this chapter)