I give the world destruction and new life

Chapter 503 The Foundation of Cooperation
"I didn't expect that one day we would sit together and discuss cooperation. The world is amazing, isn't it?" Makarian was sitting on the counter of a bar, obviously not used to the noisy environment here, let alone the high stool under his buttocks .

"I want to know, why?" Markarian frowned and looked at the wine glass that Mikkelsen handed over. The tall thin glass contained colorful liquid, coarse salt grains and lemon slices were just rubbed on the edge of the glass, and he Don't even know what to say.

"What and why?" Mikkelsen, who was wearing a bartender vest, shook the shaker with fancy movements, and asked with a smile, "Why are you working with you at this time?"

Makarian didn't answer, just sipped the coarse salt off the edge of the glass with his fingers, and tasted the contents of the glass.

"Well, the main reason is that your plan is very successful, your number is increasing, and the only weapon I can use is Tang Ji." Mikkelsen stood in front of Makarian and said: "You are here How many people have smuggled over from my world? Five thousand, or ten thousand?"

Makarian responded with a meaningful smile, but remained silent. The number of players is his greatest advantage. No one knows how many players he has hidden in this world.

"And the cooperation with some players has also exceeded my initial expectations. I think there is room for us to sit down and talk." Mikkelsen snapped his fingers, and the originally lively bar suddenly became quiet. Guests and work Personnel filed out without making any additional noise.

This was beyond Makarian's expectations. He hadn't realized that the bar was full of the other party's people.

"I can't see where this space is." Markarian looked at Mikkelsen and asked, "I can't and I don't want to restrict the freedom of players. We're not here for peace."

"But you can't continue to bear this kind of loss. You have never encountered Tangy's problem before." Mikkelsen still looks like a dedicated bartender in an empty bar, wiping the shaker with a clean cloth Hu, the tone remained unchanged: "Through Quan Zhe, through those few paladins, I know that most of your pioneering actions are long-term tasks, and may even last for hundreds of years."

"There is no face recognition jammer." Mikkelsen, who looked a bit downcast, checked the ticket and change, and then checked the condition of the pistol and bullets after confirming that there was no problem.

"So, why don't we try to resolve our disputes in a more civilized way?" Mikkelsen said, "You have already received me as a gift of sincerity, right?"

"Oh? Have you negotiated with Tang Ji?" Makarian now began to feel that the man in front of him really wanted to cooperate with him.

"You were the one who made the joke first." Makarian was pushed over, with a smile on his face, "But your joke just now was too funny, so I plan to give you another glass of wine, let's talk again, The no-joke kind."

"My time is precious, and I hope yours is too." Makarian said, ready to go offline at any time.

"Why don't we cooperate a little bit more, and let you provide services to players, let them play and eat well in this world, and then when we have enough fun, we will pat our butts and leave, except for Tang Ji, what's the matter?" Like?" Makarian put the empty cup on the bar and said with great interest.

It was an old signal transfer station, and occasionally passing homeless delivery drivers would stop here for a while, using the antenna of the signal tower to contact the tribe.

Makarian doesn't like Mikkelsen's metaphor, but considering that the person in front of him is one pole of the Tanguy-Mikkelsen bipolar combination, he is willing to endure it for the time being.

"Are you kidding? If there is such a good thing, I can even let Tang Ji dress up as a woman and let you take it away." Mikkelsen smiled happily, as if there was a picture in front of him.

"I know it's different, I've told my retirement pension agency that way, but they told me this is life, and now I'm passing it on to you." The old man laughed: "Hurry up, You can't find a better price around than mine, and I guess you've got yourself in a lot of trouble."

What Mikkelsen was talking about was the few superhumans who were targeted by the players. They have now been packaged and sent to the pioneers. The whole process is as convenient as shopping in a supermarket.

They usually don't bother Mikkelsen, because he lives on the maintenance platform on the top floor of the signal tower. As long as he hides his car, no one will notice that there is someone hiding more than ten meters above his head.

This independent individual who escaped from Mikkelsen's system has not completely escaped from the system's agents. They are like tarsal maggots, constantly chasing his footsteps.

It took him a while to readjust to this silent life after he was separated from his own thought network, and he quickly fell in love with the days when he sleeps and eats when he is alone.

"Maybe you're right, but the fact is that it has nothing to do with numbers at all. Since you, immortal high-temperature invaders are staring at my world, the end of this war is doomed, isn't it?" Mikkelsen said frankly Said: "Tang Ji's existence is just an accident, he alone can't change the outcome of the war."

On the contrary is Tang Ji, a reckless man who relies more on intuition than brain. The only troublesome thing is that his intuition is very accurate.

"A stack of unregistered tickets for the Greyhound bus, a pistol, two magazines, and [-] Federal dollars in cash and change, all of which are packaged together for [-]." Wearing a tattered camouflage uniform, with a red cloth strip tied on his head The old man sitting in this wheelchair, the things he said were placed on the makeshift table in front of him, and a shotgun lay across his lap: "If you decide to buy it before noon, I can also give away a hot dog for lunch."

"If you want me to say, you bought this thing and now it's not even considered a self-defense weapon in the wasteland, and you're the only kid in the city who likes pistols." The old man muttered and took the money: "I thought I was Tang Ji Woolen cloth?"

This is not the first time he has seen such a situation. In the face of the invasion of another world, resistance is almost an instinctive reaction of the aborigines. In comparison, the naturalized people are a minority.

That's right, April Fool's Day, he has now begun to remember this world holiday, because it is obviously a long-term job, so long that it often reminds him of the different world with triple civilization
Mikkelsen smiled. His time is of course precious, but if it is shared among more than 4000 clones, it will not be so precious. He can spend a whole day playing charades with Makarian here.

"You should fire your think tank team." Makarian advised sincerely, because the total number of players was almost five figures at this time, but he didn't feel that he was sure of winning because of this.

Compared with reckless players, the agents under Mikkelsen are obviously more professional, and they are also very confusing under the banner of the FBAS bureau.

Mikkelsen didn't care about this degree of offense, picked up his things and rode to his hiding place.

"Don't talk about Tang Ji today, how about talking about the cooperation I said before?" Mikkelsen spoke again, talking about the cooperation: "I am a proud person, and I cannot allow me to see this when I am still alive. The world has been reduced to your amusement park, so I found a middle way, to build a special zone big enough, and you have the final say on the inside of the special zone, but before I die, players cannot leave the scope of the special zone and affect the outside world .”

If you can develop in the so-called special zone for a while, maybe the situation will be greatly improved, but the olive branches handed over by the enemy are often poisonous
"You see, there is obviously room for cooperation between us. I just want to care about the affairs of my life, not my affairs." Mikkelsen said as if joking: "The doctor said that I have cancer and can only live for another ten years." .”

This has nothing to do with hiding skills. Independent Mikkelsen is also Mikkelsen. He knows that there are some capable people under his command, including superhumans who can vaguely locate the target's location. The opponent's ability can only be used within three days. once.

Not great, badly worn, but genuine.

"To put it simply, my think tanks gave me a number, and they told me that once the number of players exceeds this number, we will become the losers of this war." Mikkelsen shrugged, feeling a little helpless Laughing: "At first the number was three thousand one, but you surpassed that number almost immediately, and then they changed the number to five thousand five, and I guess you have already surpassed that number by now."

To be honest, when he received Mikkelsen’s exchange invitation through a certain naturalized force as an intermediary, Makarian thought it was an April Fool’s Day joke.

"Admitting failure is not terrible. I am a very realistic person." Mikkelsen took out a brandy from the wine cabinet and poured himself a glass, leaning on the bar counter while drinking, and said: "I will try my best, whether it is For myself, or for this civilization, I have tried my best, but you are like cockroaches in a house, you will always be seen only the part squeezed out of the darkness."

Unless, they came here specifically to find someone.

Mikkelsen's official smell was too strong, so strong that the homeless couldn't turn a blind eye.

Before he returned to the hiding place, he saw fresh ruts on the ground, which were the marks left by the heavy body of the emperor's SUV.

"You're kidding, I'll take it as if you drank too much. I'm leaving after I finish this glass of wine, or you can try to let Tang Ji deal with me." Amused: "We are here to conquer, not to be treated like monkeys."

"It's a very sensible view. In fact, he has attracted a lot of unnecessary attention from my world. Believe me, this is not a good thing for your world." Makarian raised his hand at the man in front of him. The wine glass touched one in the air.

But Mikkelsen didn't bother to do that, he was here to negotiate.

"It's a mess, it's terrible, the establishment is okay, it's managed by the FBAS bureau, and superhumans are a little bit scruples, so just ask for luck in the wasteland," the old man watched as Mikkelsen started counting money, and then reminded One sentence: "You can't go to the west. There is a tribe of homeless people over there. They were killed, and none of them were spared. The murderer is probably a superhuman. No bullet casings were found at the scene."

Mikkelsen in front of him is undoubtedly a smart man, very smart, and a very difficult opponent.

Mikkelsen pulled the bolt to eject the bullets from the chamber, and after confirming that the recoil spring was still elastic, he put down the pistol: "This is different from what was agreed."

"It's very expensive. We need to wait for four hours to calculate the next transaction. We'd better complete this one first to build some trust." The old man watched as Mikkelsen loaded the pistol and finished the shotgun in the same way. Reloaded: "You'd better not get into trouble."

"You guys came from the south? How's the situation over there?" Mikkelsen inquired about outside news, trying to judge the world situation.

"When can I get the face recognition jammer?" Mikkelsen asked blankly.

Out of caution, this Mikkelsen has been hiding himself near the homeless camp, using a motorcycle to transfer between different tribes, exchanging a little technology for everything he needs.

"Okay, I have a lot of good wine, how about talking while eating?" Mikkelsen immediately walked out of the bar and found a booth with Markarian: "The topic should start with the existence and publicity of players, legal How did it start?"

"What if I can guarantee that the special zone is absolutely safe?" Mikkelsen continued: "Tang Ji will not go to the special zone to hunt and kill you. What is the condition?"

For example, helping people repair diesel generators, repairing radio signal towers and other chores, but most employers are only willing to hire him for a day, and then politely ask him to leave.

Such gas guzzlers are rarely seen in the wilderness, and wanderers prefer vehicles with strong off-road performance such as 'wild donkeys'.

Makarian's ears twitched, and for a moment he was really moved, because the player's lack of German troops now is the experience time, and they can't compete with the Tangji-Mikkelsen combination in high-end combat power.

"At this time tomorrow, there is an abandoned shack two kilometers northwest of the camp. You can find what you want inside, but you have to pay now. We will leave for the next living point at noon tomorrow."

But as time goes by, the ratio between the two will change rapidly. The smarter you are, the more you can see what futile resistance is.

So Mikkelsen won't be in the same place for more than 72 hours, but today is clearly not his lucky day.

Mikkelsen didn't want to bet that the other party was passing by, so he could only choose to leave, and the money for the facial recognition jammer was for nothing.

Now, he only has the 2000 yuan in change in his hand.

But fortunately, it wasn't too far from his destination. If we walked southwest for three days and three nights, we would be able to see the walls of Night City.

Regardless of whether it was dark under the lights, or the boldness of a high-level artist, Mikkelsen decided to hide there for a while to see if he could find any loopholes in the system.

　PS: I have been writing until now, Wori
　　
　
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