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Chapter 134 Earth 130 Chapter [-] A cow with destiny in hand?

"Someone used heavy machine guns and forty drones in the urban area to snatch Collins Kennedy, but you think this is a street war?" Major Mavia from Military Technology beat a lieutenant left and right with his gloves s face.

"If street wars are of this level, you can just pray that those gangsters won't rush to land in Hawaii!" Major Mavia tidied up his black military uniform and inspected the scene.

He was fuming with anger from the report handed in by his subordinates just now. After rigorous judgment, they believed that this was a street war. Major Mavia now doubts how those people graduated from the training camp.

These newcomers who have just graduated are too inexperienced. They basically grew up in Hawaii. The so-called 'local soldiers' have impeccable loyalty to military technology.

Major Mavia didn't know what the military technology group would look like in another ten years, or twenty years, maybe a new country, and he couldn't see the future path of this behemoth.

All he knew was that if he couldn't complete the task, all his bonus and vacation this year would be wasted.

In order to find the girl named Chris Cunningham, Major Mavia almost turned the entire city of San Diego upside down this week.

Both the city government and the underground forces have reached the limit of their tolerance for military technology, especially the United Beauty Group. They are very angry at the military technology showing off their power on their land.

It is a kind of protest to intervene with the joint investigation office of the enterprise. The United Beauty Group is really nothing in front of military technology, but when it comes to individuals, Major Mavia feels that the pressure on him is a bit heavy.

Heavily armed soldiers wandering around in the city, military drones are constantly cruising in the sky, coupled with scandals about military technology from time to time, this has had a great impact on San Diego's tourism industry.

Since yesterday, Major Mavia has found that he cannot get the support of the Law Enforcement Bureau. Coincidentally, at midnight today, the Judge Gang, which is almost the black gloves that the Law Enforcement Bureau puts on the face, was attacked.

Moreover, the attackers used heavy weapons, and the entire operation was so professional that it was hard not to think of a military technology group.

Major Marvel took a look at the survivor's notes, but there was nothing useful, the attacker left no clues, and all the nearby cameras were disabled before the other party started to act.

What made him even more troublesome was that the dead face of the special commissioner of the Joint Investigation Office appeared on the scene again. Major Marvel must give the other party respect and necessary support.

And he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that that face looked somewhat similar to his old superior.

"Mr. Commissioner, is there anything I can do to help?" Major Marvel subconsciously saluted, and secretly complained about the commissioner's clothing taste.

"Yes." Mikkelsen glanced at the other party expressionlessly: "Take a step back, you are standing on the footprints left by the attacker."

Mikkelsen looked at the footprints on the ground, and he had already guessed that the attackers were Tangy's group. The footprints were at least fifty yards long, and belonged to a big man, and there happened to be one of Tangy's small team who was good at using Big Indian with heavy firepower.

"What can you expect from Collins?" Mikkelsen mused. "Is it just luck? Maybe it's not that simple?"

Of course, Mikkelsen didn't just pay attention to little people like Tang Ji when he was idle. As early as when the Prophet was just a carefree and silly child, he was already a black hand standing behind many companies and secretly manipulating the world.

On the surface, he is just a senior investigator of the Joint Enterprise Investigation Office, but no one knows that the person who first proposed this concept was Mikkelsen himself.

Of course, at that time he was still a shareholder of an ordinary weapon company, and that company called Practical Weapon Technology Development Group later developed into a famous military technology.

Mikkelsen realized wealth freedom and even time freedom a long time ago. Because of the ability of avatar, he can pursue all the things he is interested in.

For example, what exactly is he, where is the limit of his ability, and what are those who call themselves players.

Mikkelsen secretly guided the establishment of the Confederation of Enterprises, which eventually gave birth to the specific operational department of the Investigation Office.

Compared with the prophet's kind of small trouble, referring to the future model of buying stocks to accumulate wealth, Mikkelsen went a step further, he directly created wealth.

To subvert a country and build another country, the wealth accumulated by millions or even tens of millions of people over decades will become his.

Mikkelsen has many avatars working in major companies, ranging from high-level to grass-roots. Most of them don't even need to go for plastic surgery. They just need to change their hairstyles, get more sun exposure, and wear glasses , Change your dressing style, you can avoid a lot of trouble.

Not only did he have undercover in the Prophet's Ark organization, but he even had undercover in the group of naturalized ones.

Mikkelsen knew that Tang Ji was one of the Seven Original Sins, but he didn't take it very seriously. Long before Tang Ji, he had secretly observed greed and jealousy.

He didn't feel that these two men were any threat. Mikkelsen could improve the methods players used to deal with them tenfold.

In fact, Mikkelsen has all the information about superhumans in the prophet's office. What really troubles him is the subhuman superhumans.

For example, Carter Weller, nicknamed Mr. Lucky, Mikkelsen knew that he was betting wildly in Las Vegas every night, and even participated in high-profile gambling competitions around the world, but he just couldn't catch him.

Unexplainable luck problems made it difficult for Mikkelsen to move forward. He even felt that there was an invisible hand secretly manipulating fate.

And Tang Ji made Mikkelsen feel the same way.

Mikkelsen has been secretly fighting against players and naturalized forces for decades. He subverted one company after another that was suspected of being controlled by players, and hunted down one possible naturalized person after another.

But in front of Tang Ji, the efficiency of the investigation office seemed ridiculous. That reckless man could always go on a rampage, and then drag out a lot of bugs.

With regard to Chris Cunningham's disappearance, it took Mikkelsen only three days to connect all the clues, and even secretly cleaned up some key clues, making it impossible for Tang Ji to find the clues.

He just wanted to do a test to see if Tang Ji was really so 'lucky'.

But now, Tangy obviously passed the test. It took him less than 48 hours to find the key person, and Mikkelsen watched the whole process.

totally unreasonable
The group completely ignored the clues he left on purpose, and just went straight to the answer, so fast that Mikkelsen could barely react, which made him feel like he was playing the piano against the cow.

But this cow, its fate is in the body.

Mikkelsen looked up at the scorching sun at noon, and the strong sunlight stimulated him to tears: "Is this the weapon you chose, which belongs to us? I really can't understand it."

When Mikkelsen was still facing the sky, Tang Ji and his team were ready to go.

This time, except for Ethan, everyone was included in the action team. Even Surte was given a classic submachine gun. He had been thinking about it since he saw the effect of this thing that day.

"If we succeed, you immediately implement the evacuation procedure." Tang Ji glanced at the Detective House: "Destroy everything that cannot be taken away, and we will meet on Highway 66."

"No problem, head!" Ethan glanced at the medical vehicle and rubbed his hands a little excitedly.

"I have cleaned up the remaining drugs in advance, I think you are in good condition and can enter the complete withdrawal treatment period." Anthony's words broke Ethan's fantasy: "Remember to clean up our biological traces when you leave. "

"What do you mean?" Ethan asked with a sullen face.

"Set it on fire, burn this place, don't leave any traces." Martin patted Ethan's little shoulder vigorously as if I had experience.

"It's a pity, I just came here, and I haven't experienced the beaches and hot girls here." Tony threw the beach suit aside with regret, and then buckled his helmet: "I hope that Ice Princess is worth all our troubles to save her It's much harder than saving the princess."

"Strictly speaking, we are also going to kidnap her, which is black and black." The saint corrected Tony's mistake: "If only you came forward, I guess she would prefer to stay with the current kidnapper."

"Our saint has matured!" Tony looked at the saint exaggeratedly: "When we first met, you could only recite the Bible, and it almost bored me to death. Good boy has improved!"

"But I still miss your rebellious look." Tony shook his finger and pulled back the round.

What interrupted them was the sound of the shadow bullet being cleared. The taciturn sniper reached out to catch the ejected bullet, checked his weapon for the last time, and nodded to Tang Ji.

"Let's go." Tang Ji patted Surte's helmet: "You follow me during the operation. I know you are very powerful, but you'd better learn how we fight first."

Soult bit his lip and spit out the tasteless chewing gum on the ground, but then picked it up obediently under Anthony's stern eyes, wrapped it in tin foil and put it in his pocket.

"Don't leave too many biological samples. We've used a nerve gas that targets specific groups of people before." Anthony explained to Sirte: "We put fifteen tons of poison gas in a small town with a population of 2. Accurately killed 270 of them, relying on the collection of biological information."

Soult glanced at Anthony in awe. Since joining this group, he has learned countless new knowledge about killing people.

The driver was still Martin. Although everyone except Sirte knew how to drive, obviously no one wanted to be fully armed and a big man over two meters crowded in the back of the seat in a temperature of nearly [-] degrees.

Ethan found this car. He used a drone to find a van that had been parked for two weeks, hacked into the assisted driving system, and let the car drive all the way into the detective's house.

"Alia, did the military technology people react?" Tang Ji asked into the headset.

"Those idiots are still running around the bar you attacked." Alia's cheerful voice came online immediately: "Do you need me to plan the route for you? I can take over the city's transportation system and make sure you get the green light all the way!"

"No need, Alia, we don't want to attract too much attention." Tang Ji glanced at Collins who was tied up and thrown at the back. Next to him was a weapon box full of miniature missiles.

"No! I'm just fine-tuning the timing speed of the traffic control lights according to your speed, and no one will notice." Alia said confidently: "Leave it to me!"

Alia's enthusiasm is irresistible, and she is indeed capable of doing it. Tang Ji did not see a car accident. Obviously, Alia's time difference calculation is accurate enough.

One side of the cruise ship wharf street is the warehouse area, and the other side is a pier for berthing luxury yachts. This is a deep-water port, and all yachts parked here have been put on hold for a long time.

These extremely luxurious private 'battleships' show off their posture one by one.

Tang Ji could even see a military radar installed on the top of a yacht, and the overall shape looked very similar to the Federal Navy's Holy Shield-class missile ship. Obviously, those rich people who could afford yachts paid attention to safety.

"Boss, when we evacuate, is it...is it possible to fix that thing!" Tony looked at the yacht by the sea and swallowed his jealous saliva.

"Then being chased and beaten by the Queen Diana?" Tang Ji asked while wiping the barrel of the prelude.

"I just made an immature suggestion." Tony smiled mischievously, and he forgot about the aircraft carrier parked in the open sea.

"There is a yacht here, which has the function of diving, the Golden Time." Alia thoughtfully posted a strange golden yacht on Tang Ji's goggles: "If anything happens, it can be used as an alternative Route, as long as you can break into its main control room and make a hard link, I can hack into its control system."

"Whose ship is that?" Tang Ji looked at the ship, and there was some movement. After all, their previous evacuation plan could only hope that the speed of action was fast enough, so fast that military technology could not stop them.

If they can evacuate from the water, the surprise will be even greater. Even if the Queen Diana is in the open sea, it will take time to prepare for anti-submarine operations.

"The boat of the CEO of the United Beauty Group, when he finds out that his boat is lost, he will definitely go to the Military Technology Group first." Aliya giggled, as if the prank had succeeded.

It sounds like a good way to confuse the water, but Tang Ji always feels as if Alia has a mentality that watching the excitement is not a big deal.

"Head, Warehouse No. 68 will be here soon, do you need me to go around?" Martin asked, reducing the speed of the car.

Tang Ji reached out and dragged Collins to the car window, pointing to the warehouse outside: "Is this the place?"

"It's here, I've been here once." Collins said with a pale face, knowing that he was useless.

(End of this chapter)