I give the world destruction and new life

Chapter 659
12 month 23 day.

After experiencing so many riots, Night City seemed to be much quieter on Christmas Eve. The refugees were exhausted, and those who should have entered the refuge also entered the refuge.

In fact, as of today, the federal government has completely shut down. Those who are not eligible to enter the shelter but know the news of the Apocalypse Day have either passed the state of hysteria and started to reflect on their own lives, or they have died vigorously on the road to fighting for the right to survive.

The whole society has entered the ideal state of anarchists. Outside the shelter, no one cares about them anymore. There are no bureaucrats, no law enforcement officers, and even no TV shows.

The federal blackout began to spread half a month ago. A few regional groups took the opportunity to take over their own area and organize personnel to repair the power, but most of the time it was futile, because they also had competitors, and there were saboteurs hidden in the dark.

Seen from space, the night scene of the Federation flickers on and off, changing every moment.

The food in the port and the logistics transfer center is rotten in place, and people have died of starvation in the cities, such as Night City.

The refugees had attacked all the buildings they could enter since the day before yesterday, but the people of Night City were not easy to mess with. They defended their community with armed forces, and organizedly occupied supermarkets, organic farms, power plants and other areas.

Strange to say, although many areas have lost power, the Internet is still operating normally, and the ghosts that occupy the root service are still doing their best to maintain the operation of the Internet, ruthlessly examining the sporadic wailing of the human race before its destruction.

According to Phantom's statistics, in the past 24 hours, an average of more than 800 million posts about the end of the world and Apocalypse Day were published every hour, and each post received huge traffic, as if people were cheering and waiting for this to happen.

The search information about shelters ranks first in the search list, with billions of inquiries every hour, wanting to know where the nearest shelter is and how to get in.

There is a saying that when humans think, God laughs, and the ghost is laughing so hard now that he feels that he is watching the largest stage play in the world.

The production cost of this stage play is unprecedentedly high, and the actors have invested unprecedentedly. If you hack into any camera, you can see the most exciting scenes.

For example, under the No. 472 camera in the demonstration city, a group of thugs are looting a local luxury store. In fact, it is not considered looting. The store has been closed a month ago, and the gang just rushed in to move things.

And because of the uneven distribution of some of the expensive luxury goods, this group of thugs also had internal strife, and launched a passionate shootout in the store.

"Russ! There's not even a dog here, you fucking can only get half of the share!" Thug A shouted to his companions who were forced into the toilet in the locker room, relying on the thick walls as a cover.

"Since I'm here, I have to take as much as everyone else!" The man called Ruth responded unceremoniously: "It's the end of the world, and no one wants to make me unhappy!"

Specter was very curious why these people came to snatch these useless luxuries at this time, so he traced the source and investigated the communication equipment of these people, and found the nine people he had contacted recently in Thug A's mobile phone.

A second later, all the information of these nine people appeared in front of the ghost, and the ghost took advantage of the opportunity to find the underground buying group established by one of them. A black market dealer named Cezer Karadzic was buying various valuables in the area where the demonstration city was located.

What's interesting is that Karadzic is a 'VIP' who has a ticket to Vault 101. According to the traces he left on the Internet, the ghost found that the surrounding black market merchants seemed to intend to continue their business in the Vault. He had just finished shopping in the old city of Washington half a month ago, and spent a lot of money to have the guards of Vault 101 deliver a batch of 'goods' for him.

And now, he's expanding his inventory.

What's more interesting is that, according to Phantom's calculations, if Cezer Karadzic can't start heading to Shelter 10 within the next hour, four and 101 minutes, then according to the Apocalypse Day planned by Mikkelsen, he won't have time to rush back to his own shelter.

Considering that there are currently more than 1 players active in the demonstration city and its surrounding areas, Phantom really wants to know whether Cezer Karadzic can return to the shelter in time.

But there are too many interesting things, and the ghost can't put his limited energy on him alone. He shifted his eyes and focused on another interesting story, one after another, watching the joys and sorrows of the world, and never tired of it.

It wasn't until the ghost made a big circle, returned to Night City, and saw the figures of Tang Ji and Mikkelsen in one of the cameras, that it stopped.

He wanted to know, as the two culprits who destroyed the world, what they were talking about at this moment. This curiosity overshadowed all other desires, making the ghost constantly adjust the zoom angle of the camera, trying to analyze the lip language.

However, his impatient movements made too much noise. Tang Ji's eyes were startled by the zooming sound of the camera 50 meters away, and he threw the cigarette butt in his hand, directly smashing the screen of the camera.

"How to deal with jealousy and ghosts? Don't leave hidden dangers." Tang Ji asked calmly, having accepted the impending apocalypse in his heart.

"A rocket will be launched into orbit around the moon this afternoon. I'm jealous that the remaining biological tissues will be frozen and preserved in it. I'll watch him personally." Mikkelsen took a sip of whiskey and watched helplessly as Tang Ji took out another tree of life from his arms and lit it casually, without any intention of being polite.

"As for the ghost, I found six of its hidden computing power centers, but they are certainly not all of them." Mikkelsen said indifferently: "But he is not a problem. After the apocalypse, there are not many things left in the world that can be affected by him, so there is nothing to worry about."

"This sounds more like a declaration of surrender." Tang Ji sneered, and blew the smoke on Mikkelsen's face: "You really can't do anything about him, right?"

Mikkelsen shrugged his shoulders, acquiescing to this statement. His attention has been on the player and the seven original sins, and he really underestimated the threat of the ghost.

In fact, from the moment the calculation of the explosion point of the Apocalypse Project was completed four months ago, Mikkelsen had already started to deal with his collaborator, but the ghost was more cunning than he imagined, and he hardly showed any flaws.

Even Mikkelsen has not been able to locate all the hiding places of the ghost. The six supercomputing centers hidden around the world are the results of Mikkelsen, but he is sure that these are not all the shelters that the ghost has secretly built.

What disturbed Mikkelsen the most was that the last supercomputing center he found was built by intelligent machines from scratch, and no humans were involved in the whole process. No, to be exact, ghosts are also half humans.

Because most of the avatars have gone undercover in the shelter, Mikkelsen's control over the outside of the shelter has dropped precipitously. Until today, he has not found where the secret factory that ghosts use to manufacture supercomputers is.

Faced with Tanguy's questioning, Mikkelsen said nothing, because he did make a mistake.

"Is there any chance of redress? I have found him before." Tang Ji did not continue to mock Mikkelsen, although there are not many such opportunities.

"That's what he asked us to find on purpose." Mikkelsen shook his head. "Forget about him for now. There's a reason why he's called a ghost. When the players end here, I have plenty of ways to deal with him."

Tang Ji threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and after a moment of silence, he finally asked, "What time do you do it tonight?"

"Three or 10 minutes before midnight, the players have already become active. Don't they want chaos? I'll give them chaos." Mikkelsen glanced at the cigarette butt Tang Ji threw on the ground, sighed, turned around and snapped his fingers, and the Dimensional Gate appeared in front of him. Finally, he said, "I'll come to you at eight o'clock in the evening, and say goodbye to this city."

"Mr. Edward, today is the last chance. Even if you are not afraid, we are too. The gate of Heywood Sanctuary has not been closed yet, and those refugees want to go in like crazy. We are under tremendous pressure." Valentino's machete, the 'Emperor', appeared in Edward's apartment at this time, and whispered: "We all know that Mr. Mikkelsen always plays cards unreasonably. He said to destroy the world tonight, but what if it is earlier?"

Scimitar is indeed in a panic now, but in order for old man Edward to enter the refuge smoothly, he can only go out in person, otherwise no one will take half a step out of the refuge, even Scimitar can't force his subordinates to go out at this time.

He can't say to me, he can only say to follow me, so that he can come out to pick up people with his confidants. After all, no one wants to go out to take risks at this last moment. If he dies outside, he will regret it in his next life.

Even Machete himself was a little flustered when he passed those crazy refugees in the car, after all, they already had shoes.

Fortunately, Edward's apartment is relatively safe. It has not been opened to refugees on a large scale, and most of them are locals from Night City.

But when the scimitar came up, the residents of Heywood District along the way gathered in the corridor and asked the scimitar respectfully if the end of the world was really coming, he could only remain silent.

Scimitar's silence was an attitude. Just as Scimitar was persuading Edward to leave now, there were more than one gunshots in the corridor.

It was not that the residents here tried to attack the members of the Valentino gang, but that the desperate Heywood people got the truth through the attitude of the machete, and finally chose to commit suicide.

Every gunshot made the scimitar tremble, but Edward just sat there, staring ahead without knowing what he was thinking.

That kind of expression and reaction made Machete a little panicked. He already knew that the reason why his shelter in Heywood was able to solve all the troubles and was successfully built was because Edward found Tang Ji's relationship, otherwise... the consequences would be disastrous.

So even if it wasn't for Tang Ji's sake, Machete must take Edward away today. Of course, without Tang Ji, he might not have come in person.

But if the apocalypse really happened, the Heywood refuge would be fine by then, even if the old man Edward was not there, then Machete didn't want to face Tang Ji's muzzle one day, so he gritted his teeth and planned to tie the old man back.

"Don't worry, I'm waiting for Tang Ji, I have to ask him at the end and I won't regret it." Edward sighed, found the 'Blue Mountain Coffee' that Tang Ji Xiaojing gave him from the cupboard, and prepared to make a cup of coffee.

The scimitar winked, and a gentle man stepped forward respectfully, took the things in Edward's hand, and skillfully made coffee.

"Grandpa, what can't be said later, Tang Ji can go wherever he wants?" Machete knew Tang Ji to a certain extent, but the more he knew Tang Ji, the more afraid he became.

This feeling may only be understood by the priests who served the gods back then. Tang Ji was probably a god in the eyes of the ancients, or even more terrifying, because the ancients believed that the gods they served were divine and perfect, but Machete knew that Tang Ji was a human being, and he was also a grumpy person.

"Some things must be said before it's too late, otherwise." Edward sighed: "Tang Ji got to where he is today because of Angelina. If you don't talk about it, who knows where he will go? Are you not afraid of that result?"

Scimitar thought for a while, and realized that he was not only scared, but also so frightened that he almost peed out.
"Then we'll wait with you. You have to enlighten Tang Ji well. In fact, destroying the world is not a big deal." Machete said a few words and thought it would be better not to say anything, so he just shut up.

In Vault 97, Anthony is reading the investigation report of Anonymous.

The investigation report shows that the infiltrated players came in through cooperation with the residents of the refuge. After they arrived, they did not directly erase the individual consciousness of the body, but coexisted harmoniously in the way of using one body and two consciousnesses at different times.

In this transaction, apart from the body, what the body pays is also the safety of its own life, while what the player pays is the ticket to the shelter.

The naturalized people spent money to buy tickets for these people. Although they may be killed on the spot when the players arrive later, their family members can at least enter the shelter. Even if they are sinners, they are sinners in the shelter, not dead bones left outside.

"At present, it is estimated that there are at least 50 players in the refuge." Anonymous finally said.

(End of this chapter)