I give the world destruction and new life

Chapter 523 We still have Tang Ji!

Time flies, two weeks have passed, Tang Ji seems to have forgotten the existence of the player, and has been practicing hard in Night City.

Waking up every morning to smell the turbid car exhaust in Night City, the smell is pure. Tang Ji just leaned against the window and watched the traffic conditions in Night City that raised blood pressure in the morning news.

Downstairs, Tang Anran's life-support cabin was resisted by Surte from the bedroom into the dining room. Edward directed Xiao Su to handle it with care, and then walked into the kitchen to show off her cooking skills.

Edward has spent the past two weeks very fulfilling. No amount of young girls can bring this kind of fulfillment. He regards Tang Anran as his own grandson. Of course, there may be a Surte added now.

"Egg rolls with bacon, or maple syrup muffins?" Edward, wearing an apron, raised his semi-finished breakfast to Surte and asked.

"Muffins!" Soult raised his hands happily, being a half-grown child whose mental age is younger than his physical age, his demand for sweets is almost endless, but the good news is that he doesn't have to worry about excessive calories .

"What about you, Don? Do you want to try my handicraft?" Edward asked Tang Ji who was going downstairs. He could obviously feel the temperature in the room drop with Tang Ji's appearance.

Tang Ji shook his head, rejected Edward's kindness, went out of the room and used a shovel to dig out a pack of gray corn sealed in a bag from the small courtyard outside, picked a few at random, and walked back to the restaurant.

"Stop! If you insist on using my microwave oven to heat that thing, at least wait until we finish eating!" Edward frowned. He didn't know why Tang Ji had to eat those dusty things for every meal. Things, but he knew that the thing had an indescribable earthy smell, especially after heating, and there were almost no people in the kitchen.

Tang Ji shrugged, stood directly at the door and gnawed raw corn there.

For him, whether the food is heated or not is not very important, and even the concept of eating on time is more important than eating itself.

Edward didn't say anything, he could feel that Tang Ji was in a difficult stage, he didn't have a stage to help, the best help he could provide was not to add chaos.

Soult could also feel a different kind of pressure from Tanguy, as if he had been sitting next to a burning powder keg.

But Tang Ji himself didn't feel this abnormality, he just became more silent than before, sometimes he didn't want to say a word for several hours.

Tang Ji stood in front of the observation window of Tang Anran's life-support cabin, looked at the little face, stretched out his hand to stroke it lightly, turned and walked back upstairs, and sat by the window.

Three hours passed, and Tang Ji didn't even change his posture, as if he couldn't feel the passage of time.

The instinct of fury from him is constantly urging him to move. This quiet, forbearing restraint makes the fury extra sensitive, as if there is an invisible shadow, silently shouting in his ears shout.

When Tang Ji looked out the window, he would get angry at the skyscrapers blocking his view, and wished he could rush over there now, tearing down that building and leaving only the foundation.

When a vehicle passes by, Tang Ji will feel angrily that it has destroyed the tranquility here, and wants to burn it to ashes together with the driver.

Many people have experienced this moment of inexplicable rage. The only difference is that Tangy needs to maintain restraint in his behavior because he can turn fantasy into reality.

Tang Ji knew that it was the instinct of rage that was protesting, and it was tending him to vent and fight.

When he was sitting there, he would hear the constant sound of sirens on the night of the night of the red sun, but when he saw An Ran's face, he would automatically recall the image of the night he was born covered in blood.

Tang Ji sat where he was, allowing himself to be surrounded by this scene.

If his particularity was really endowed by Gaia's will, it must be urging Tangy now to keep doing his job and not be idle.

But he chose to trust his 'old friend' the Prophet, fighting his instincts all the while.

Wang Zhengdao called Tang Ji yesterday to tell Tang Ji that the Prophet had completely lost consciousness and might not last long.

The Ark organization has experienced a change of power, so this time it seems to be very calm, except for a few veteran members who made a special trip to visit the prophet's hermit on the island of Malta, no other turmoil was caused.

Thanks to Mikkelsen colluding with the players now, the two sides have turned from hostile sides to potential allies in a blink of an eye. The Prophet was able to enjoy a few days of sunshine on the island of Malta in such an aboveboard manner in the last days.

With the passage of time, Mikkelsen's reputation among the players is growing day by day, and some of the new players even only know Mikkelsen, not Makarian.

This kind of humorous, joke-like story all stems from Tang Ji's deterrent power.

Those pioneers who knew everything from beginning to end wished they could carry Mikkelsen into their command center in eight sedan chairs. As long as he could let Tang Ji stay in Night City honestly and not come out, everything would be fine.

And those high-level players who had a vague understanding of Tang Ji maintained enough respect for Mikkelsen who could control Tang Ji.

For a time, the special zone became the link between Mikkelsen and the players, as if the two sides wanted to join hands to build a prosperous society between the players and the aborigines.

The only discordant place is in the special zone.

Mitch Shepard was one of the first volunteers to enter the special zone. At that time, she was full of enthusiasm and wanted to dig out a big news to rejuvenate her career.

But now, she has long put her career as a talk show host on the sidelines.

Mitch Shepard is now the founder of the Roseville Railway Organization and the leader of the largest resistance organization in Roseville. She will devote her life to the great cause of opposing the brutal alien rule.
Of course, the focus of her work now is to give those citizens who wish to escape from the special zone a chance to leave this purgatory alive.

"Shepard, our people have found another shopkeeper who is willing to help." Shaval Ortega had a cigar in his mouth that he didn't know where to get, with a thick bandage wrapped around his arm, defiantly Sitting on a table recalcitrantly, his tone was full of showing off.

"What can he provide?" Mitch Shepard asked without raising her head. In front of her was a thick stack of applications, with different sizes and different handwriting.

Those applicants who wanted to leave the special zone submitted them through the secret mailboxes left by the railway organization. Mitch Shepard forced himself to harden his heart to examine the applications filled with the desire to survive.

She knew very well that the nascent railway organization was a seedling, it couldn't withstand any wind and rain, and its strength was weak, so it didn't have the ability to confront the enemy head-on.

The reason why they have the ability to take people out of the special zone is entirely because some soldiers among the nearby military technology armed forces guarding the border of the special zone sympathize with the people of the special zone and are willing to turn a blind eye when necessary.

And when this kind of sympathy from the crocodile will fail, no one knows.

There are many people who submit applications every day. As time goes by, the players in the special zone have completely entered the state. They are no longer reserved to express themselves, but have entered a state of unscrupulousness.

There is death every day, every day accidents, and anyone with a right mind realizes by now what a trap they have fallen into.

The first application was from a father who begged the railroad to help him and his family, who were natives of Roseville, made the wrong choice to stay in their hometown during the early days of the evacuation, and Now they are starting to pay the price.

He has a six-year-old son and a 12-year-old girl. The mother of the child died in an attack from a player not long ago. The children were terrified, and so was he. They hid in the basement of their home, terrified every day Listening to the voice overhead.

He swears that he mustered all his courage to find the mailbox of the railway organization. This is his last hope. If he does not get a response, he may choose to find a more dignified way to leave this world with his children.

Mitch Shepard closed her eyes in pain. She felt that she was not ready to take on such a heavy responsibility, but now the right to decide the fate of the family of three was in her hands.

She could only put this application on the left hand side, which meant no response for the time being, and she sentenced the man and his two children to death.

Mitch Shepard had to do this. They only had a window of less than two hours every three days. After all, not every soldier had such a sense of justice.

From the edge of the city to the border of the Special Economic Zone near the Chihuahua Desert is a long, almost unsheltered wasteland. They have to rely on the cover of two superhumans who have mastered the ability of camouflage and invisibility to pass smoothly.

Therefore, the escort team planed out two crucial camouflage personnel, the guide and the guard, and could only bring six people at a time, six people who had enough physical strength to walk through the wasteland within two hours.

Therefore, almost all the elderly, children, disabled, and wounded do not meet the standards. These vulnerable groups can only be temporarily ignored until a more suitable route is found.

"Are you listening to me?" Shaval Ortega stood in front of Shepard at some point, waving his big hand back and forth in front of her eyes: "Did you hear that, he can provide fifteen automatic weapons, and Fifteen thousand rounds of ammunition, wow, this little place is full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers!"

"I heard it, Chaval, let me be quiet now, I'm selecting the people who will be evacuated the night after tomorrow." Mitch Shepard looked at Chaval and sighed.

How a talk show host in Night City and a prisoner from Night City met is almost another story, but right now, Shawar Ortega is undoubtedly the strongest force in the entire railway organization ensure.

Without him, the entire organization might not be able to survive in this city where nearly a thousand players are active.

But Shawar Ortega was unable to participate in the evacuation operation. The nano-robots in his blood made him dare not approach the border of the special zone at all.

Since the establishment of the railway organization, Shepard has successfully planned two evacuation operations. Thanks to her old business, the railway organization has blown its great achievements throughout the entire special zone through the underground radio station, creating a great momentum for the entire SAR. The foundation is laid for the flourishing of the organization.

But along with the fame came dozens of times more application records, from which Mitch Shepard tried to find the ones who needed the most help and were also the most suitable ones.

This behavior of constantly torturing herself was obviously beyond her ability to bear, and it was only the first application that was eliminated that made her feel breathless.

And then she needs to eliminate 140 seven applications, leaving only six, or even less, because most applicants are not applying only for themselves.

"Shepard, you are not God. At this time, you should leave the choice to fate." Shawar Ott took a step forward and snatched away the thick stack of applications before Shepard could react. Books, thrown high overhead, let them fall in all directions.

Shaval Ortega fished it in the air casually, grabbed a handful of application forms and pushed them to Mitch Shepard, and said triumphantly: "Look, I solved 95% of the work for you, this is fate choose."

"These are human lives!" Mitch Shepard was a little annoyed at Chaval's contempt for life, but also a little grateful for the other party's concern. He could only punch the other party a few times to express his feelings, bent down and began to pick up a piece of paper. Zhang picks up those applications.

As a result, Shaval Ortega took advantage of the opportunity to wrap Mitch in his arms: "Don't pick it up, it's useless, you are not the savior, you can only take six people away, and these six people don't mean you have boarded the ark. "

Mitch Shepard was silent.

She once persuaded those soldiers who sympathized with what happened to them to contact Night City News 54 to expose everything that happened in the DC, but the other party just laughed it off.

In the first two successful evacuations, Shepard also solemnly begged every evacuee to appeal for others in the special zone and tell the world what happened here.

But time passed day by day without any change, the SAR is still a SAR, and Mitch even heard that the European Union is turning Paris into a SAR to build a larger SAR
Perhaps it is difficult for you to accept this, but if I put it another way, for example, the establishment of a special zone is a decent way for the defeated side to compromise, wouldn't it be easier for you to accept?

Dolbys Sargent's words still echoed in his ears, but Shepard didn't understand, since nothing happened, how could they become the defeated side?

Human beings, at least deserve a vigorous ending where blood flows into rivers and wars rage, making everyone feel that we have done our best, right?
"No, there are other ways." Mitch Shepard broke free from Shaval's embrace, and turned to look at him: "We still have Tangy, I don't believe he will let the SAR exist!"

　PS: Convex (艹盘艺), the code is cool, I didn’t pay attention to the time, after I finished writing, I checked it and it was past twelve o’clock.
　　
　
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