I give the world destruction and new life

Chapter 357
Mikkelsen's phone call made Tang Ji no longer have to think about the issue of Seagull Wine. He brought good news and bad news.

The good news is that Mikkelsen has found a player's stronghold, and at least forty players are active around this stronghold.

The bad news is that Cathy Walter reappeared. She met the players in that stronghold, and at the same time used herself as an example to dispel the fear of Tang Ji from the pioneers and players.

Especially the former, when the Blazers realized that Cathy Walter had successfully survived Tanguy's hands, they all put a heavy burden on their hearts.

As for the players, they also felt absurd about the widely circulated legend that the natives could really kill the players, and now they don't believe this statement even more.

Almost at the same time as Cathy Walter appeared, some players couldn't hold back their impulsiveness and irritability, and began to enjoy their game life.

"Omaha, Nebraska, I can't give you accurate player profiles yet, but it's almost becoming a slaughterhouse, and I believe you can find targets in this kind of place faster than my informants. Mikkelsen briefly introduced the situation, and then said: "But this may be a trap."

"My people sent out a target that looks like Cathy Walter 39 minutes ago. After he identified the target, the players who were previously hiding in the local area have already started carnival." Mikkelsen introduced calmly: "So I have reason to believe that these players are being used as bait."

"I see." Tang Ji really understood Mikkelsen's words this time.

The reason why Mikkelsen made this call to inform Tang Ji was that besides the black hand behind the player, he also wanted to know whether Tang Ji was still capable of killing the player.

All the resistance plans that Mikkelsen is doing now are built around the fact that Tang Ji can kill players. If Tang Ji loses this feature, it will be just another seven original sins for him, and the entire resistance plan will be destroyed. become meaningless.

He will directly step into the gray field project, and then there will be a bang, the civilization will end, and a group of human seeds with nothing will crawl out of the ruins decades later, and reproduce with difficulty for several generations. Put the player on the line to go.

The man known as the Mahatma back then was able to disgust the colonial rulers by means of non-violence and non-cooperation, and so could Mikkelsen.

It doesn't matter if there are no reliable external conditions. Mikkelsen's black hands are all over the world. Before the civilized order is completely destroyed, he can set off any trend he wants.

"I also want to know the result." Tang Ji simply replied, he doesn't care what Mikkelsen thinks, he is a rage, a fire of revenge, if he loses the ability to revenge, what is the rage?That's impotent rage.

"I can assure you that this time, there will be no more nuclear bombs falling on your head." Mikkelsen finished his sentence in a hurry and hung up the phone. When the time came, he said in a pinch.

A few seconds later, the phone rang again, and it was still Mikkelsen: "Also, these players are the victims of the release, they are conspiracy, whether you can kill them or not, they will not die in the media, so you It's better to do things a little bit, so you can understand what I mean?"

"I don't understand." Tang Ji frowned. He always felt that Lao Mi's call back was mainly to get back the scene.

"To put it simply, if I were the player organizer, in order to offset the morale problems you caused, I would make these players immortal, and I would always show up at the right time to prove that you have no ability to kill players." Mikol Sen explained: "It may be a clone, it may be some other supernatural ability, in short, they will always be active."

"I think your previous headhunter's behavior is very good, keep it up and bring me back your head." Mikkelsen smiled: "You don't care much about reputation anyway, right?"

Part of the slaughterhouse at Southern College, um, Omaha, Nebraska.

Amata Elm used to be a good boy who was diligent, studious and kind-hearted. He had never hit anyone, and he never wanted to hit anyone, so he became the target of every bully in the school. .

It was the same today, a few bastards heard that the deodorizing balls in the urinal tasted like candy, but they didn't want to try it themselves, so they decided to let Amata Elm try it first.

Elm swore that the smell was closer to soap, the same old-fashioned sulfur soap, only harder to swallow, and the bastards left satisfied, leaving Elm alone in the toilet crying.

Well, the crying was fake, because Elm knew that those people would not leave unless he cried out in the cubicle.

It doesn't matter, he comforted himself, as long as he can wake up, everything will change. He is not a child who forces people to eat deodorant balls, and he will grab the heads of these people off their necks one by one.

But in the next second, Elm's dream came true. With a scream, something was thrown into the toilet and rolled onto the floor outside the cubicle.

Elm exhausted all his courage, held his breath, put his face on the wet ground and glanced out. The bastard who was still alive and kicking just now was looking at him, his eyes were dull, and his head was not in the right place. in situ
superhuman!
Elm shivered all over. He carefully curled up on the toilet to prevent his feet from being exposed through the gap underneath. Then he gritted his teeth and gently opened the door lock of the cubicle, and opened the door a little bit backwards. .

As an otaku who had imagined countless times in his mind how to wreak havoc on the hospital after awakening, Elm even planned the route and possible dead ends in detail.

The closed door in the bathroom was undoubtedly the most suspicious place, and he would not make such a mistake, so Elm decided to gamble his luck.

As the screams went away, a sound of crisp footsteps approached, the sound was so unscrupulous, it was exactly what Elm dreamed of.

That footstep walked into the bathroom, and Elm fantasized that the other party glanced contemptuously at the head on the ground, then scanned every cubicle, made sure there was no one here, and then turned and left.

Perhaps it was fate, the footsteps did leave the bathroom after a short stay, and Elm let out a breath slowly, with tears on his face and a distorted expression that seemed to be a half-smile.

But his smile froze in the next second, and two new voices appeared out of thin air outside the toilet door.

"Damn, where is this?"

"I guess, somewhere in Omaha, you seem to have trampled something."

"So, this is Omaha Beach?"

(End of this chapter)