I give the world destruction and new life

Chapter 301 The Player's New Task
Dan Turan looked at his hands, and a strange light shone on the palm of his hand. It took him 3 minutes for the light to go from unstable to stable.

Then, Dan Turan waved his hand suddenly, leaving a three-meter-long scorched mark on the wall five meters away. He waved his other arm again, and another scorched mark intersected with the previous one, forming an X shape. It's just that this scorched mark is much shorter, and the color is also very light. Rather than saying it's scorched black, it's better to say it's just a trace.

Dan Turan continued to wave his arms, but the opposite wall remained unchanged. He looked down at his hands, and the strange color had disappeared.

This is his first adventure in another world, at least in his limited memory range, it is the first time.

Because of poverty, Dan Turan had sold extra memory storage sectors several times before. Most of the time when he was in the main world, he only remembered what happened in the last seven days.

Except for a few memories that are indispensable for survival, Dan Turan washed himself like a blank slate. He didn't even remember why he was chosen to come to this world.

But in any case, this place is much better than the main world, and he must have sold himself for a good price and enjoyed it with that money. Dan Turan was very sure of this, and quickly accepted his new working environment.

Exercise and familiarize yourself with your abilities. This is the only task in the task bar. According to the task prompt, Dan Turan tried to stabilize the light in his hand again.

But in the next second, the wall collapsed, and the shattered wall bricks and mud slammed on Dan Turan's body, and the dust that was raised made him cough continuously.

In the dust, a man over two meters tall and wearing only shorts patted his head, shaking the debris from his hair.

"Are you still practicing your superpowers?" The giant man rolled up his biceps to show off: "Look at these muscles, we really won the lottery this time, buddy!"

"Doligon! Don't play!" Dan Turan shouted in disgrace as his forehead was smashed into a big bag by the flying brick.

Doligon, my friend, you can trust the situation that does not involve interests. This is Dan Turan's label for Doligon, and it is kept in the memory sector as permanent data.

Dan Turan didn't know how long he had known Dorigon, and he didn't remember what they had done together. He only remembered that they had cooperated many times and done a lot of things.

After re-establishing the memory of Dorrigon, Dan Turan quickly discovered a problem, that is, Dorrigon is also selling his own memory sector recently.

This led to two people who knew almost nothing about each other, and just relied on the data residues left before to identify each other as 'friends'.

Just thinking about this possibility made Dan Turan feel uncomfortable, but apart from this name, he couldn't find anything familiar here.

Dan Turan guessed that Dorrigon also encountered the same situation, so he was always by his side.

"It's just a joke, Dan." Dorigon shrugged and stood three meters away, staring at Dan Turan's shining hands, as if judging Dan Turan's danger.

"Good news, Dan, they found a few indigenous spies in that direction. Makarian has released a new mission. There are only twenty spots, and I snatched one." The mission was shared with Dan Turan: "Do you want to come together?"

"Of course, Dorigon. Um, thank you?" Dan Turan asked with some uncertainty. He vaguely remembered that friends need to say thank you for helping each other, but that label that can be trusted when no interests are involved is always Make him wary of Duoli Gong.

Duoli Gong glanced at him with some doubts, then made a follow-me gesture and walked towards the center of the town.

Standing in a small square, Makarian looked at the chaotic players in front of him without any disturbance. Some of these people wore underwear outside, some didn't wear it at all, and some wore clothes that could hardly be defined as clothes by others. s things.

For example, he just passed by a guy covered in feathers and holding a long wooden stick in his hand. Just relying on imagination, it is difficult for you to tell whether this person has related abilities or related mental illness.

Makarian has seen too many unreliable players. Even if these people perform handstand pissing in front of him collectively, he will not have any reaction. He will release the mission when it should be issued. After all, he has really seen that scene.

Behind Makarian was a row of four-wheeled off-road vehicles that looked simple in structure and lean in shape. They were toys that their local ally Ibrahim had just brought over.

"All players who have received the mission, come to me to get the key." Markarian pointed to the off-road vehicle behind him and said, "This is a vehicle that can move quickly. The driving method is simple. Try to find it yourself."

"The content of the mission is very simple. Go in any direction, find the enemy, or find other gathering points." Makarian said, looking at the node mission on the phone, without a hint of impatience in his tone, but it made everyone Players understand how he treats them.

"It doesn't matter if you can't find it. If you have a sense of direction, you can try to return here." Makarian finally urged: "Those who complete the first two can get points, and the reward for finding the enemy is [-] points. Killing enemies will reward you with extra relevant points, finding other gathering points will reward you with ten points, and the points can be used to exchange for new abilities, so let’s go.”

Malkarian never said what to do with lost people, but all players knew that there must be no rescue.

Of course, they will not die of thirst or starvation, but dying in the desert will obviously lag behind the progress of other players by a large margin.

Dan Turan doesn't really care about getting ahead here, he just likes the sun and the weather in this world, which he never had before.
No, he can't say he's never been in the sun before, because he doesn't remember anything that happened before, but Dan Turan enjoys the feeling of drying out in the sun.

In comparison, Duoli Gong seemed much more excited. He sat in the driver's seat with great interest, and recorded the operation method of this thing on a metal nameplate welded to the steering wheel.

"Wear your seat belt, turn on the ignition, step on the accelerator, damn, I've learned it!" Duoli Gong skipped the first step, turned on the ignition directly, and then stepped on the accelerator to the end.

Boom!

Dan Turan didn't have time to marvel at the engine roar of this little thing, he was pushed back and pressed firmly on the metal seat, and began to passively enjoy the pleasure brought by the abundant power.

With some kind of instinct, Dan Turan passed the thing called the seat belt around his body and buckled it on the seat.

Facts have proved that his instinct was right. In the next second, Dorigon crashed into something, and hot blood splashed across the metal frame without a windshield and directly splashed on their faces.

"Excellent!" Duoli Gong roared excitedly, and drove out of the town with half of the corpse hanging like this.

The superhumans of the Red Warrior system are born with stronger reaction speeds, and Duoli Gong is already a mature old driver with a distance of only a dozen kilometers.

At this time, Dan Turan had just wiped the blood off his face with a piece of clothing. In fact, there were other things besides blood. Duoli Gong killed a man in the town, and the huge impact also broke him. Dan Turan can still smell that strange smell.

"Ouch!" An uncontrollable impulse welled up in his throat, and Dan Turan hung half of his body outside the car door, spouting crazily.

The poor outsider has no idea that there is such a common symptom as motion sickness in this world.
Hashim was walking alone in the desert, drips of dark red blood flowed from the wound on his right arm, and were steamed by the sun before landing.

Frowning, he gritted his teeth and tightened the bandage he used to cover the wound again, but it was pointless, the wound hadn't healed at all, and continued to weaken him.

Hashim speculated that this might be the effect of some supernatural ability, otherwise this shallow wound would have healed long ago.

He sneaked in the sand sea for a full two kilometers, but as soon as he came out, his arm was cut by a small blade-like thing. There were no enemies around him, and the origin of the blade could not be explained except for supernatural abilities.

Nearly a thousand superhumans, Hashem quickened his pace as soon as he thought of this place. He is the messenger of this land, and he knows that there is an inconspicuous small village nine kilometers away.

Hashim has the friendship of the locals, where he can get food and water, and if he's lucky, sweet dates and cactus dew.

He remembered that when he passed by that unnamed village last time, their village chief said that the village would not be moved within eight months.

It's a pity that the village is too small. If Hashim wants to find a radio station that can contact the Wind of Freedom, he needs to go another forty kilometers south.

There is a large enough town there with a population of more than 2000 people. Although they have always maintained contact with the Petrochemical Alliance, they have also maintained private cooperation with the Wind of Freedom.

The Wind of Liberty will never force the gathering place to stand on the opposite side of the petrochemical alliance. Compared with those extremist organizations, the Wind of Liberty is more like a cultural inheritor and a light of hope, letting people know that as long as they want, another choice will always be are still there.

Hashim chose to join the Wind of Freedom because of its more moderate stance. Any educated person knows that with the status quo in the Persian region, there is only one end to provoking hostility between the locals and the Petrochemical Alliance, and that is massacre .

The land and its people had to wait for the right moment, but those metahumans, apparently, were another matter, and Hashim had heard vaguely about the descendants.

He couldn't be sure if those people were descendants, but in his brief observation, he couldn't find a better word to describe that group of people.

When they kill, they don't look like members of extremist organizations who suffer and hate deeply, and they don't look like petrochemical alliance mercenaries who take money to do things. They are more like urchins who burn ants with a magnifying glass, just out of curiosity.
Thinking of this, Hashim quickened his pace. He knew who to contact in this situation. He grew up in the European Union, and after joining the Wind of Freedom, he returned there several times to recruit blood-related superhumans. The superhuman war in the European Union has also been heard.

But for others who grew up in this land, whose eyes were bound here, unable to see beyond the walls, Hashim had to deliver the message himself.
He thought about it, and moved forward step by step, but the scene in front of him began to become blurred, and finally he passed out in a dark place a few hundred meters away from the small village.

Hashim saw a car approaching him before losing consciousness
The good news is that he won't just die meaninglessly in the desert. The bad news is that the logo of the Petrochemical Alliance is printed on the car.

Mikkelsen looked at the map on the wall, lost in thought.

If there is any place in this world that he cannot intervene, then the Persian region must be one of them.

Needless to say, the relationship between the Joint Enterprise Investigation Office and the Petrochemical Alliance. The battlefield between the Enterprise Consortium and the Petrochemical Alliance has pushed the world to the brink of destruction several times. Both sides have multiple nuclear weapons as a deterrent.

If only this is the case, Mikkelsen's black hands will not be helpless. As early as when Tang Ji went deep into the Persian region for the first time to hunt and kill Feisal and evacuated through a secret route, it was Mikkelsen's relationship, but Tang Ji That would still be a small role, no one cared about him.

Some people say that the Federation is a divided country. There are futuristic cities with different styles like Night City and Demonstration City, and there are also thousands of miles of wasteland. There is no law and order at all. Then he must have never been to Persia. .

The Petrochemical Alliance did not intentionally create a gap between the rich and the poor. They did not care about the natives here at all, but their actions essentially created the world's largest civilization division.

On one side of the oil pipeline and traffic line is the quintessence of the Persian region - the Bay Area. The entire coastal area still retains the prosperity before the Second Enterprise War, and tens of millions of people live here.

On the other side, there is a land divided and torn by countless traffic lines. In many cases, the level of civilization of a gathering point is completely determined by the people who were trapped here in the first place.

Those large agglomerations with schools and hospitals not far from the Bay Area will persist for a long time, at least in this generation.

But in the deeper areas, surrounded by multi-layer traffic lines, and the living space is extremely small, many towns have to be broken up into pieces, and in order to accommodate natural resources, they are scattered into gathering points of dozens or even dozens of people.

The civilization level of these gathering points degrades rapidly, and the more inland it gets, the more serious it is. Some gathering points still maintain a decent electric age, but more have degenerated into the steam age or even the nomadic age.

Mikkelsen's intelligence network is a joke in this complicated situation. Unless he is willing to send his clone to go undercover, it will be difficult for him to find a suitable and sufficient number of spies in this land.

Fortunately, with the end of the second corporate war, the new generation of employees grew up with far less hatred for the corporate alliance than the previous generation. Obviously, some of them are willing to exchange the information in their hands for some pocket money.

After spending less than 20 yuan, Mikkelsen inquired that a petrochemical alliance border patrol had captured a guerrilla member, and the other party had been emphasizing the word descendant after he was captured.

After the news was reported, someone took the prisoners away soon, so a member of the patrol team felt that the news should be quite valuable.

Obviously, this is another mission to compete with the enemy for time
(End of this chapter)