I give the world destruction and new life

When a new day comes, more than 4000 Mikkelsen around the world seem a little melancholy, and a faint sense of uneasiness spreads in the hive consciousness. Described in an oriental philosophy, Mikkelsen inexplicably feels everything Not suitable.

And superhumans who have reached Mikkelsen's level often attach great importance to their intuition.

"Lost Tanguy's personal signal." Soon, the first ominous news was placed on Mikkelsen's desk, and they lost Tanguy.

Or to put it in a more appropriate way, Tangy doesn't want them to monitor him anymore. He has always known that he is under the monitoring of Mikkelsen and some other organizations. Before that, he was willing to cooperate for Mikkelsen's plan.

But now, he had a premonition that something was going to happen, and he no longer acted with this world.

"The prophet's vital signs fluctuated, and doctors and recovery superhumans are in the process of rescue." A secretary rushed into Mikkelsen's office in a panic: "The Ark organization hopes that Mr. Wang Zhengdao can return immediately. The situation is very bad."

The second bad news arrived as expected, and what is called "Fu Wushuang" and "Misfortunes never come singly" were staged.

pat!

Mikkelsen's favorite pen was pinched and broken. It was a gift from President Obama, because Mikkelsen gave the most lucrative amount in the other party's revolving door deal. He actually admired that little black pen very much. son.

That is a rare leader of the Federation after the new century who still has a dream in his heart. He even tried to change the Federation in a real sense, but unfortunately, his power is too small.

Of course, in fact, that commander-in-chief was also the last commander-in-chief of the Federation who could not be called a happy man. Since then, the entire capital market has been under the undercurrent, and has begun to ignore the authority of the federal government more and more. After the worst in history, and the worst in history, and the worst and worst federal fun people after tossing, the corporate war finally made the people of this country no longer have to look for political news in the entertainment section every day.
"I see, let someone prepare the plane and inform Dr. Wu Qianying of the news." Mikkelsen ordered with a normal face, and he stood up solemnly: "I hope to be ready to take off within 5 minutes. "

The secretary who had worked beside Mikkelsen for three years could already vaguely feel Mikkelsen's mood swings, and she suddenly realized that this was the first time she saw her boss from behind the desk because she had notified him Stand up for the news.

"Yes, start preparing immediately!" The secretary's expression was serious, as if a robot was on a mission to kill John Connor. Even if there were ten T-800s blocking her, she would go straight through.

"I'll give you a ride, stupid woman." Mikkelsen looked back at his closet, chose a black suit from it, put on a black hat, and pinned a flower that he had prepared in advance on his chest. Xiao Baihua took a black umbrella and walked out of the office.

At the Prophet's funeral, there should be a moderate drizzle, to thank her on behalf of the world.

If the weather is not good, then Mikkelsen intends to have a good talk with the local weather in Malta, and if it is not good, he will send Greed and let him teach the air and atmosphere there.

Wu Qianying, like Mikkelsen, changed into suitable clothes in less than a minute. She was wearing an elegant black dress, a black translucent asymmetrical hat with wide brims, and a delicate-looking carnation pinned to her chest. There is also a bouquet of white chrysanthemums.

"So, it's today?" Dr. Wu said with a trace of impatience, as if he was dissatisfied because he interrupted his scientific experiment.

But Mikkelsen is an old guy who has matured and matured. He just nodded, and Wu Qianying shut his mouth. If he had to say something, the prophet might be the only existence in this world that Wu Qianying could be called a friend.

Only people like the Prophet who have looked at the future several times can gain the upper hand in front of Wu Qianying repeatedly. The strange friendship between them lasted for almost two years, maintaining an average frequency of three to twelve emails per day, which fully demonstrates the human nature. Linguistics are teasing each other and insulting each other about the depth and breadth of the field.

But even so, these two women actually send each other a fake greeting letter during the festival, wishing each other well.

Occasionally there are more outrageous language, and it is just that when Wu Qianying rarely wears a dress, he will send a photo showing his figure and skin to the prophet to show off his charm, and the prophet will acquire or disband a certain company that Dr. Wu Qianying likes. As a revenge, the electronics company sent the detailed process of the entire acquisition to Wu Qianying for review.

Mikkelsen didn't want to think about this complex and twisted friendship. He just waited quietly for the ground crew to prepare a high-altitude high-speed shuttle in 5 minutes, and punished one of them for being disheveled. Bonuses throughout the year.

"Please, ladies first." Mr. Mikkelsen let Wu Qianying get on the plane first, and then sat in himself.

In fact, he didn't need this avatar to go there, but the journey to Malta itself was also a kind of farewell ceremony. In fact, Mikkelsen's avatars were going to Valletta on the island of Malta by various means of transportation all over Europe.

"Mr. Wolfgang, please go to the island of Malta, Valletta, to attend the funeral of Ms. Prophet before twelve o'clock this month." An email with a black cover appeared on the monitor in front of Greed, on the phone, On the LCD screen of the refrigerator, on the instant screen of the microwave oven, on everyone in the castle, on every electronic product with a screen.

Wolfgang looked at the screen in silence for a few seconds, snapped his fingers, and an English butler and twelve gothic maids appeared in his bedroom out of thin air.

"What service do you need, sir." The old butler asked with a London accent that met people's expectations, and the twelve maids behind him bowed forward in unison and waited for the order.

"A dress suitable for attending a funeral, a handful of suitable flowers, and...forget it, that's all." Wolfgang ordered.

"What kind of funeral is it?" the butler asked with concern.

"The kind that is more grand than attending the queen's funeral, no, the kind that is much more grand." Wolfgang nodded and stretched out his arms: "Be meticulous and perfect."

"Follow your instructions, sir." The old butler gracefully took out a ruler and began to measure Wolfgang's body size. Rolls of fabric of various materials were shaped out of thin air by Wolfgang. Maids sew and process on site.

"The Prophet is dying. We need you, Wang." A message was sent to Wang Zhengdao by a carrier pigeon. Because of the EMP coverage, their communication network was temporarily paralyzed, so the Ark organization could only contact Wang Zhengdao through supernatural means.

Wang Zhengdao's heart was icy cold. He stared blankly at the note in his hand. With constant force in his hand, the pigeon instantly turned into a handful of magic feathers. How could it be this time.

He glanced coldly at the big pioneer, Paulina, who was sitting not far away, and the other party couldn't help shivering.

He looked at the landing module behind him again, as if he wanted to see a hole in the surface of the landing module.

Responsibility and prophecy, he can only and must choose the former, even though he once swore that he would not let that woman walk the last journey alone.
Tang Ji walks alone in the clouds. The ability of [Air Stomper] is actually not as useless as it seems. It not only allows a heavy warrior like Tang Ji to walk on the ground in the air, but also allows him to fully apply his power to the in the air.

Just like in front of you, the surging power gathers at the toes, and the atmosphere under the feet is like a flexible floor. Suddenly, an elephant steps on it, centering on the footprints, and it is visible to the naked eye. In the next second, the space of a few kilometers around It began to tremble on the edge of shattering, and the air made a frightening sound due to vibration and compression. In the next second, the power stopped increasing, and the space began to rebound with force.
Bang!
Tang Ji took a few kilometers forward in one step, leaving only a strange-shaped cloud behind him.

Below his feet is the world, and above his head is the deep space.

Tang Ji headed south at such a speed.

When passing by the sky over the island of Malta, Tang Ji stopped for a while, stopped over the city and took a deep look, and then continued to walk. In just ten minutes, he reached the sky over the sea of ​​Madagascar.

Tang Ji swooped down like a high-altitude dive, and finally kicked the air wall behind him hard.

A group of atmospheric fluctuations that can be directly observed on the weather satellite sensor was left on the record, and Tang Ji's speed instantly accelerated to above the speed of sound.

After the nuclear explosion, a fluctuation visible to the naked eye suddenly appeared in the gray cloud layer rendered by metal powder. The sky there was like a jelly that was slapped on the butt. It shook suddenly, causing everyone in the entire theater to panic. Can see.

"What new weapon is that?" The captain of the old navy on the Princess Diana looked up at the sky, subconsciously took off his hat, and asked with a trace of awe.

Naturally, he knew that Mikkelsen, who had a naval rank beside him, was a big shot, so he asked this question.

"That's the nuclear bomb of the new era." Mikkelsen looked at the strange shape in the sky with a telescope, with a wry smile on his lips.

"Nuclear bombs in the new era?" The old captain's body was a little stiff. He had already experienced a close-range nuclear explosion yesterday. It's a mission, today is a really bad day."

"Believe me, you'd better be optimistic, because today might be the last good day of your life." The wry smile on the corner of Mikkelsen's mouth gradually bloomed, with a kind of unrestrained carefreeness: "Anyway, this fucking The world deserves to die too, right?"

"What did you say?" The old captain couldn't keep up with Mikkelsen's rhythm, but the other party's tone and expression.
"Don't laugh, I'm afraid!" Ms. Anne said what the old captain thought in his heart. He didn't even have time to appreciate the beauty of this lady at this time. You must know the reason why the Princess Diana and the entire fleet were able to survive hostile battles. After the forces detonated their nuclear weapons, they still maintained their morale under tremendous pressure. The big reason was because of Ms. Anne.

After she arrived, a consolation session was held on each ship. Now all the soldiers know that there is another real princess on the Princess Diana, and no man is willing to show even the slightest weakness in front of the princess.

"What's going on?" Anne grabbed Mikkelsen's collar with both hands and asked loudly, and in the process, because of too much force, the breast button of her navy uniform collapsed.

"You are also the Seven Deadly Sins, can't you feel it?" Mikkelsen laughed loudly: "He is here, he is here, and he has come to face his own destiny."

"What do you feel!" Annie shook Mikkelsen vigorously. In fact, just as Mikkelsen said, she already had a feeling in her heart that rage was rapidly approaching this sea area, and a sense of crisis originating from instinct was going crazy Urging her to leave here.

escape!The farther you escape, the better!Incompetent!run away!
"What the hell is going on! Why did Tang Ji come here, and what will happen?" Annie didn't care about the attention of other people around her. She only knew that if she didn't vent the fear in her heart, she would start to run away according to her instinct.

"Because the landing module is filled with the power seeds of the previous generation's rage." Mikkelsen looked at the luminous point that fell from the sky, and replied loudly: "Do you know how the last superhuman era ended!"

"What are you talking about?" Anne had very few news channels, and she didn't even know that they dug the greedy grave of the previous generation.

"The last era of superhumanity was ended by a man who was furious. He wanted to burn the whole world to ashes. Regardless of gods or humans, he wanted to ignite the earth, evaporate the sea, and burn the sky!" At this time, a helicopter stumbled Trying to land on the Princess Diana, Mikkelsen shouted because of the noise of the propellers: "But he failed! Before he fully ignited his power, someone exiled him!"

"But he was not willing to fail, he ignited all the power, and burned persistently on Europa for 4000 years! 4000 years!" Mikkelsen shouted with a red face, looking at the light spot that was getting closer and closer to the sea surface Excitedly said: "Do you know what kind of power that represents!"

"I'm more concerned about who exiled him!" Anne's pale face was in stark contrast to Mikkelsen's. The power from the soul traveled across time and through dreams, and she wanted to show her the anger of Chi Guoguo. of fear.

"If you feel fear, that's right. We should all be afraid. After being exposed to the power seeds left by the previous generation's rage, whether Tang Ji is Tang Ji or rage will determine the fate of the world." Mikkelsen died Staring at Tang Ji's trajectory in the air, his eyes were full of fanaticism. Everything he arranged was to strengthen Tang Ji's self-awareness.

The establishment of the special zone, the victims in the special zone, the sculpture of Angelina, and the exposure of Tang Anran, the former represents his own way of hatred, while the latter represents his responsibility to the world.

"Don't let me down, Tang Ji." Mikkelsen closed his eyes and prayed. The next second, Tang Ji fell into the sea, and waves of more than ten meters were stirred up on the sea!