I give the world destruction and new life

"Damn it, Tony, can this thing really still move?" The big man Martin dragged an old tank that was turned out of nowhere with both hands, so that the entire right side of it was off the ground, while Tony lay on his side under the tank to replace it. gearbox.

Judging from the comparison of body size, Martin looks like O'Neal who is torturing Smart. In fact, the tank in Martin's hands is a federal meritorious tank. The specific model cannot be found, but judging from the quality, it should be pulled from which museum. large toys.

"When I finish changing all the gears in the gearbox, and then install an engine used on airplanes, change a few lines, and fill up the oil, it will definitely work!" Tony was full of confidence when he spoke. As soon as the conversation changed, he said: "You'd better pray that this thing can run normally, otherwise you will probably be the power source of this tank."

"Damn, we have so many planes, why do we have to use tanks?" Martin complained with some annoyance. After this period of optical fiber supplementation, he has recovered a lot in terms of movement and language, although he has not yet reached normal levels. Average human level, but not enough to be regarded as a 'plant'.

"This is called the spirit of trade. It was this spirit that made the first generation of federal people earn their first pot of gold in the war." Tony finished changing the last gear, climbed out from under the tank, and smeared the engine oil on his hand. on Martin's pants.

"The first generation of Federals made their first pot of gold by plundering our land." Martin bared his teeth at Tony, but there was no deterrence.

Tony seems to be in a much better mental state now than before. After Surte appeared, many prosthetic equipment that could only be produced by Vault Zero were once again sent to the Davis Monsanto Vault, such as those specially customized by Tony. The two prosthetic legs allowed him to stand up again.

As long as Tony doesn't wander around the surface twice out of curiosity, he is no different from a normal person.

The tank they are currently repairing is an order placed by a wandering tribe caravan. Their tribe has been oppressed by the predator armor force recently, and they have lost manpower every time, so they plan to buy a tank as a means of self-defense.

Even the old tank itself was a wanderer who dug it out of a museum.

Although the entire world is fragmented, and there are players making trouble in it, all of this seems to have nothing to do with Davis Mengshan Shelter. It is like a paradise, isolating all worries from the outside.

Ever since they had dealt with the predators that were roaming the area, life had become peaceful again.

After all, there is not a lot of oil and water here, but there are a lot of hard bones. The members of Tang Ji's team were familiar to many people during the Apocalypse. The reputations of Martin and Saints are enough for those who want to cause trouble. , think carefully about whether you can chew this hard nut.

Tang Ji's return brought the final word.

From the moment he made his public appearance at the Davis Monsanto shelter, it became a taboo place.

Mikkelsen and Ghost, who were controlling the Marauder forces behind the scenes, did not want to have any misunderstandings with Tangji. As for the players, because of the existence of those old pioneer members, they subconsciously avoided Davis Mon when making plans. Mountain shelter.

So after going back and forth, this group of superhumans, who can be said to be the top combat power under the Seven Deadly Sins, actually had a lot of time to live the life of Xianyun Yehe.

But after experiencing so much, no one would complain about this. Even Martin was willing to stay near the shelter to ensure that his people could live a stable life.

The only person who was dissatisfied with this was Constantine Gu Ren. As a super second generation, Constantine, who had successfully awakened, had been immersed in the excitement after meeting Tang Ji.

He was very dissatisfied with his father and mother's behavior in preventing him from going out for adventure, so he had been planning a plan to run away from home during this time.

In order to complete his plan, but also to maximize his supernatural abilities and start an adventure of his own, Constantine needs a plane.

He has found a target, a brand new Skyraider aircraft that has been modified by his father and Uncle Martin. That aircraft has long-lasting fuel tanks, high-precision cannons, etc.

Constantine didn't know why his father didn't allow him to modify the plane along with him. He was obviously the best mechanic in the shelter. He was sure that if he participated in the whole process, the plane would become even better. Perfect.

But those are not important anymore, Constantine plans to steal the plane himself.

But this requires the help of his sister Eclair. Constantine needs Eclair to help him cover up so that he can successfully escape from his mother's surveillance.

However, as an elite from the True Butterfly Project, Miwako naturally noticed Constantine's little tricks, took them to heart, and felt itchy in her hands.

If Ethan hadn't been there to persuade her not to intervene and see how far Constantine could go, Miwako would have gone out in person to let Constantine know what a mother's love is.

After all, she could tolerate her child being naughty and wild, but she really couldn't tolerate his stupidity.

Constantine's stupid plan has only been implemented for less than a week. It is no secret among the New Hope generation in the shelter. Miwako and Ethan have to pretend every day that they don't hear the children talking about it. Just fine.

"Did Constantine hide food secretly again today?" The saint asked specifically as he passed by Miwako's Ethan with a smirk on his face.

When she heard the saint ask this question, Miwako finally couldn't help but clenched her fists.

"Calm down, wife, he is still a child after all, and he has never experienced this before, when you are his age." Ethan tried to cool down his wife, but ended up accidentally poking a hornet's nest.

"I have completed three missions when I was his age!" Miwako said through gritted teeth: "For someone as stupid as him, all of them were already dead when I was eight years old!"

"So the Arasaka Group is an evil company that suppresses humanity!" Ethan immediately said righteously: "That's why we killed Saburo Arasaka! Just to end this evil thing from happening again!"

"Don't make jokes for me there!" Miwako, who has reached middle age, still has a hot temper. She directly pushed away Ethan's obstruction: "I will let him know that stupidity can be quantified today!" "Give it to him again! Give it some time, honey! He's almost successful, didn't we agree?" Ethan smiled and coaxed his wife: "You can't grow strong flowers in a greenhouse. If he wants to go out and experience it, he can go. Who knows what the future will bring? Is there any chance?"

Ethan's words finally calmed down Miwako. This strong woman from the Arasaka Group rarely showed a hint of feminine weakness. She was held in Ethan's arms and said with some reluctance in her tone: "It's because of this that I We don’t want him to leave us.”

"Our respective lives are exciting enough, so we can face the final outcome calmly, but Constantine's life has just begun." Ethan comforted Miwako: "We can't stop it just because of our own desires. He pursues his own excellence.”

"Before you met me, how come I didn't know how exciting your life was?" Miwako looked up at Ethan with tears in her eyes, and said viciously: "I knew that besides taking drugs every day, you also played with drones. , Oh, by the way, there’s Nadeshiko too, right?”

Hearing the name, Ethan's face immediately turned red, and he subconsciously looked around before whispering: "Didn't I tell you, it was an accident, and I didn't expect that my virtual girlfriend's data was still stored in my hard drive. I have quit for many years, who would deliberately pack up the data of a virtual girlfriend at the end of the world?"

Yes, that's who I am!

Ethan said it was a lie without blushing. After these years of experience, he had enough experience to avoid his wife's scrutiny.

In short, Constantine's adventure unfolded smoothly under the plan of his parents. Eclair looked helplessly as Constantine sat in the plane and gave him a thumbs up, and then slid away without looking back. Cross the runway, take off, and disappear into the sky.

"Don't you want to go with him? The outside world is very exciting. Maybe if you don't go and see it now, you won't have the chance in the future." The saint walked to his adopted daughter, looked at the direction where Constantine was going and said with a smile: " He is really... If he doesn't leave, we will almost be unable to continue the show."

"I don't want to take risks, I just want to be with my family." Eclair shook her head, and she disliked Constantine's escape plan as too hasty and did not want to participate in it at all.

"Good girl, don't let Miwako and the others hear this, okay? We have to be considerate of the left-behind elderly." The smile on the saint's face couldn't be suppressed at all, as if he didn't even notice that Miwako and his wife were less than five meters behind him. Same place.

As we all know, the physical fitness of superhumans, especially high-level superhumans, is far superior to that of ordinary people. From this distance, saints can even hear their heartbeats clearly.

For other shelters, Davis Mengshan shelter is relatively well-informed. Tang Ji trusts his team members, and after experiencing the Apocalypse, Tang Ji does not want to continue to do this kind of thing. He has hidden something from his own people.

Of course, Tang Ji didn't tell them the specific plan, he just said that they would soon carry out another desperate operation against the players. The only thing that was the same was the same danger, and they still couldn't help much this time.

Therefore, the people currently in Davis Mengshan Shelter are actually psychologically ready to say goodbye to this world. After all, their possibility of victory is too small.

Compared to the relaxed and calm atmosphere of Davis Monsanto's shelter, the war in Mexico City at this time was already in full swing.

Although Odyssey was able to escape and did not need to continue to participate in this war, with the tacit understanding of Tlaloc and Lady Bountiful, this war still inevitably moved towards the bloodiest trench warfare.

Of course, it goes without saying on the part of the players. Players who are not very smart think about their death with a completely normal attitude. We only care about whether our death is handsome or not, not whether our death is worth it.

On the other side of the war are the members of Tlaloc's army who were trained by Tlaloc in a similar way. They regard dying on the battlefield as a kind of dedication, a sacrifice, and the best way to pay tribute to Tlaloc. The way.

Although Lord Tlaloc is a military organization composed mainly of new recruits, the inferior bodies used by the players also greatly limit the combat capabilities of those players, so the two sides can be said to be evenly matched in terms of combat effectiveness.

Even if either side is slightly ahead of the curve, it will gradually level out under the subtle manipulations of the leaders of both sides.

What Lady Bountiful needs is an epic battle that is recognized by the players, and according to the players' standards, the intensity and duration of the battle are obviously more important than the purpose of the war itself.

The current exchange ratio on the battlefield is 1:1.75, and Tlaloc's army has a slight advantage. After all, Tlaloc, with its complete production capacity, can always come up with suitable weapons to arm its soldiers as quickly as possible.

On the player side, they are still in a state of picking up rags. They basically use whatever they get. Sometimes even if they don't get a weapon, they will play for a few rounds with bare hands.

At present, the only thing that the pioneers can guarantee a sufficient supply is cloned bodies, and even for these degraded possible bodies, they cannot guarantee that the quality of each batch is completely consistent.

But after all, this cloning method still has some technical flaws. If gene seeds from a single gene source are used for a long time, the later in the batch of clones, the greater the possibility of genetic hazards.

As of today, the yield rate of the cloned bodies that players have mastered has dropped to 78%. This is already a very dangerous data, but fortunately, players always have as much ideas as they have fun, and some players like Those bodies that appear strange due to genetic mutations.

Of course, this kind of player behavior also caused several strange incidents to emerge in the bloody tunnel war.

Harward had a rope tied around his waist and did not carry any light source. He also wore tactical camouflage on his face and narrowed his eyes to prevent any reflective spots on his body.

Holding a dagger in one hand and a gun in the other, wearing a pair of soft-soled shoes specially designed for tunnels, he groped forward without making a sound.

This is the current situation of this war. The two sides compete with each other for positions in meters in the channel. All conflicts start with a sneak attack and end with the death of one side.

But there was still a surprise. As soon as Harward advanced twenty-one meters and marked two landmines in the middle, he felt his cheeks suddenly got a little wet. When he looked up, he saw a man with a bloody mouth and no limbs, as if The snake-like player is slowly squirming less than half a meter above his head!