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Chapter 398 Mikkelsen's Little Problem
"How did you do it?" Mikkelsen's eyes shone with an indescribable light.

As a smart person, Mikkelsen has studied his abilities for decades. He may not be a genius like Wu Qianying who is so smart that he can advance to the LV2 stage in the month after awakening, but Mikkelsen is a powerful person. A political animal, he hired countless smart people like Wu Qianying to help him work hard.

Even so, Mikkelsen could not give an accurate description of his current state, although those 'geniuses' finally discussed except a hive mind theory.

They also said that being in a divisive state for too long would eventually lead to mental problems for Mikkelsen, but Mikkelsen was pretty sure that wasn't exactly for him.

From the perspective of the soul, he is still a complete individual, the original Mikkelsen, but in terms of the individual, the fact is that he has 4096 fruiting entities, each of which is a complete Mikkelsen .

Mikkelsen's method of creating avatars has always been relatively rough. The Military Technology Group has a complete human cloning technology. Most of Mikkelsen's avatars come from clones without autonomous consciousness.

Of course, this is not because of Mikkelsen's kind heart, but because of efficiency. Human cloning technology only needs to open the gate, and clones can be directly synthesized without money, while occupying natural people needs to deal with the aftermath.

Therefore, Mikkelsen will only directly occupy the identity of the opponent and carry out a wave of operations only when encountering targets with special positions or valuable identities.

Before advancing to the LV3 stage, Mikkelsen had maintained the state of 2048 clones for 30 years, and relied on his own ability to establish such a monster-like existence as the Joint Investigation Office of the Enterprise.

As early as when Edgar Hoover was still in office, Mikkelsen had such a preliminary idea. Although he was only an ordinary employee of the Military Technology Group at that time, his ambition had already taken root.

Later, as the golden age of the Federation left and extreme capitalism became a new product, Mikkelsen started his own legendary "entrepreneurship" road.

He didn't want to bear the trouble of running the company, but also wanted to use the manpower and material resources of these big companies at any time, and the Joint Enterprise Investigation Office did it.

Mikkelsen's greatest achievement was not in building the institution, but in making it a secretive collection that was supposed to be completely impenetrable to prying eyes.

With the older generation of partners dying of illness, accidental death, being shot, poisoned, bankrupt or committing suicide after a scandal was exposed, Mikkelsen finally made the federation's syndicates get used to the existence of the investigative office, just like it was supposed to. It should be the same.

Those second, third, and even fourth generations who claim to have grown up with golden spoons control all aspects of the entire federal industry every day, and the flow of hundreds of billions of assets is easy, but 90.00% of them even belong to the investigation office. Whoever controls it doesn't know.

Many executives with relatively closed social channels even think that the organization called the Investigation Office is just a department of their own company.

The few smart people who have full knowledge of the Joint Investigation Office wisely kept silent, because they didn't know how many secrets the office had.

On this ups and downs "entrepreneurship road", Mikkelsen has always enjoyed it, and has never encountered the mental problems assumed by those experts.

But Mikkelsen is not working behind closed doors. He has always respected professionals, so Mikkelsen has always maintained a high degree of unity in the image of fruiting entities.

The ginger yellow old-fashioned suit, elegant but outdated in aesthetics, coupled with a top hat that is also not very well-dressed is Mikkelsen's favorite outfit before awakening, and he was selected as the anchor.

No matter when and where, when and what time, most fruiting bodies will immediately realize who they are when they see this suit.

Only a small part of Mikkelsen's fruiting bodies chose other images for the convenience of lurking and undercover work.

However, compared to the fruiting entities that occupy most of the classic Mikkelsen images, these 'heretics' have no impact on Mikkelsen.

But this situation has changed since Mikkelsen advanced to the LV3 stage.

Mikkelsen found that when he took over the metahuman as a newborn fruit entity, he could take the other party's ability along with it.

This is not a different dress, a different face represents a level, although the scientific community has yet to prove that there is an inevitable connection between the superhuman awakening ability and the human will, soul, and desire. But everyone accepted the theory—

Desires from the bottom of the heart, strong desires, extreme emotions, long-term exposure to the environment, etc., which are engraved into your soul, can affect the process of awakening, but one thing is for sure, awakening is not a wish, it is the final effect May be very different from what you expect.

In this regard, the famous superhuman hero, Mazefake is an example that has to be mentioned. It is foreseeable that any future research on superhuman and supernatural abilities will not be able to bypass this special example.

So to put it simply, the supernatural ability possessed by a superhuman represents his essence, no matter whether the essence is physical, spiritual or spiritual, in short, ability is like human DNA.

Mikkelsen encountered problems after forcibly occupying the Son of Nature-Brandon Mann. After occupying almost two hundred superhumans, Brandon Mann is undoubtedly the most Mikkelsen has ever occupied. For a powerful superhuman, the entire occupation process is not only long, but also extremely difficult, so that Mikkelsen has a sense of exhaustion from the soul level.

This also caused his possession of Brandon to be stuck in half. Mikkelsen did occupy Brandon's body, but he failed to completely eliminate Brandon's personal will in his body. Tarzan is influencing that fruiting body in every way.

The limited version of the Son of Nature Mikkelsen hates the urban environment and reinforced concrete, and he hates refined metal products. In addition, he is also used to food that is closer to the original style, simple roasted meat, fruits cultivated by himself, etc., of course What tests Mikkelsen the most is the never-ending sex (anti-crab) desire.

In Brandon's words, it is nature's most basic desire to reproduce, and it is the inevitable way to liberate nature.

For Mikkelsen, who lives in the old school style, this deeply influenced fruiting body has become a bulge in the whole system that cannot flow smoothly.

It is like a virus, constantly exuding toxic effects, and Mikkelsen has to think about where he should go in a new stage.

He vaguely realized that he was standing at an intersection, where his ability development direction was divided into two diametrically opposite paths, one path was called All Beings Are Me, and the other was called I, All Beings.
And now, some unknown metahuman just separated the classic Mikkelsen who was talking to Luthor from its whole!

The separated Mikkelsen is still himself, but he can no longer communicate seamlessly with other clones through the central network. This feeling is like a keyboard man with a heavy Internet addiction. into a void.

Of course, what followed was a long-lost sense of refreshment, as if his soul had been carrying a heavy burden and now he was walking light.

"To the miracle created by superhuman beings." Mikkelsen raised his glass and touched Luther from a distance, but the other party's face was a bit ugly, and anyone who found himself in an abnormal state would not look good.

The broken glass seemed to be mocking the two of them. A man who was at the top of power on the surface, and a man who was actually at the top of power, was just 'kidnapped'.

"You ruined my interest in this game, I want to." The voice still came from the sky, but Mikkelsen was impatient.

"I'll give you a minute to think about whether you want to answer my question, and then we'll talk face to face. I don't like pretending to be ghosts." Mikkelsen looked at the sky that suddenly changed color outside, and the streets that were already surrounded by ghosts: "I I will not threaten you with violence like Tang Ji, but if you are willing to have a good talk, I can provide you with an invitation fee of 1 billion federal currency."

"Uh..." the voice in the sky suddenly froze, as if overwhelmed by Mikkelsen's arrogance.

"But from now on, I will deduct 1.6 million every second. When the countdown is over, I will post this money as your reward. Although I don't know who you are or where you are, I believe that this The numbers are enough for those mercenaries to look for a needle in a haystack." Mikkelsen signaled Luthor to pour himself another glass of champagne: "Anyway, money is just a number to me."

The "you thought" voice tried to salvage some dignity, but Mikkelsen wouldn't take that.

"The countdown has started, and you are losing 1.6 million per second." Mikkelsen looked at the second hand on his watch with a smile on his lips.

In the next second, a dark wind surged, and a group of pitch-black shadows appeared in the center of the room, and said angrily, "Here I am! The countdown hasn't started yet!"

"No, it's already started. I counted two numbers, so you lost 3.2 million." Mikkelsen didn't even look at each other: "Next, I hope we can be honest, I don't want to fight with a shadow Talk, you have to conjure up an image that I like."

"Don't go too far! I didn't come here for the money!" The shadow's voice was distorted, obviously processed.

At this moment, Luthor, who was standing beside him, quietly pinched his face with his hands. He wondered if he was in a dream, but his body gave him real pain back.

"Don't waste time, you are indeed in a dream, but I can completely control your dream." The shadow suddenly spoke, and Luther jumped.

"Because you have to meet me without an appointment in advance, so I am very unhappy. This time I only count down [-] numbers, [-] million per second, until you show me the image position I like." Mikol Sen said to himself, firmly controlling the rhythm: "Now the countdown begins, your loss."

"How do I know what you like!" The black shadow suddenly turned into an Oscar statuette. God knows why he thought Mikkelsen would like this. Maybe the golden color is more in line with Mikkelsen's arrogance Bar.
"18, 17" Mikkelsen continued to count down blankly, and the anxious shadow changed four or five images within three seconds.

So far, although he has not received a penny from Mikkelsen, but with Mikkelsen counting down, he has already felt the annoyance and frustration of losing hundreds of millions in a hesitation in advance.

As for Mikkelsen himself, he got a lot of information, such as the other party's desire for money, and the continuously changing image, which all came from the other party's first reaction. If the other party keeps changing, he may be able to information to find its true identity.

"Stop." Mikkelsen suddenly stopped the countdown. He probably left [-] million for the other party: "Change back, I think the seventh from the bottom is a good image."

The influence of that shadow was fixed on a dog, which was a Persian hound of moderate size and beautiful coat color.

This kind of dog is rare and requires a lot of time to take care of. Few people keep it. More importantly, the dynamics and details of this dog are very realistic. Compared with the broken glass just now, I don’t know how much better it is.

Mikkelsen guessed that the other party should have really raised such a dog. In this way, it is only a matter of time before he finds out his true identity.

The biggest highlight of this game is that Mikkelsen didn't intend to renege on his debt, and the opponent obviously knew that he had this ability, so the scope was narrowed again.

Considering the warning given a few days ago by the Lord of Pleasure Dreams, who also has the ability to control dreams, Mikkelsen felt that if he woke up, he might be able to find out the other party's true identity in three minutes.

But that's not his purpose. Mikkelsen wants to know how the other party has 'separated' himself from the whole. He wants to know whether this separation is permanent or temporary.

If it is the former, then their transaction may stop at the level of more than 100 billion, but if it is the latter, Mikkelsen needs to carefully consider whether he needs a "personal doctor" or another clone .

"Don, new mission, one of my avatars is offline at Luther." Mikkelsen's words stunned Tang Ji for a moment: "Luther himself is also unconscious. I don't care about losing a avatar, but I I am very curious about what state he is in now, and the Federation can't bear to change another Grand Commander."

"Depart in 2 minutes!" Tang Ji looked at the stubborn superhuman team in front of him, the gray-black flame of hatred swept away, and the world became much cleaner in an instant, without light pollution, and without those messy little surprises.

As if a gust of wind had blown, Soult tied up all the seventeen superhumans who participated in the riot and threw them at Tang Ji's feet. These bastards set fire to several high-rise buildings in order to cause chaos.

"Now, we are entering the summary trial process." Tang Ji pointed to Sirte: "Death penalty for odd numbers, life imprisonment for even numbers, no bail, and you are responsible for the execution."

(End of this chapter)