I give the world destruction and new life

Chapter 229
"Is he also the witch's guest?" Marvolo Taha stood in front of Tang Ji with a gun in his hand. He knew at a glance that the other party was a ruthless character.

"Yes, he is also a guest of the witch." The woman in the red robe appeared again, delivering a message for the witch.

"Head!" The saint waved vigorously not far away, with a relieved smile on his face, and another woman in a red robe stood behind him.

The witch is a superhuman from the Taha Gang. Her abilities are very practical, and she can treat ailments to a certain extent. Even some chronic diseases that cannot be cured by modern medical methods can slowly improve in her hands.

The reason why she fled into the thirteenth district was because her abilities attracted so much attention and she was scrambled by many forces.

Tang Ji didn't know that Wu Qianying and Alia used to search for superhumans with healing abilities all over the world, and there were a total of 120 five people with traces.

Among them, 73 people were lost or missing, and no one could be found at all. Most of the remaining 52 people had medical backgrounds. Wu Qianying just sent a disguised case report in the name of the laboratory to know the result.

In short, behind Tang Ji's back, Wu Qianying and Ailiya could be regarded as petitioning famous doctors, but they could not find a solution to Tang Anran's problem.

On the one hand, Tang Anran is Tang Ji's son. There is no evidence that the seven original sins can rely on blood to spread, but the direct blood of Fury is absolutely unique among human beings.

On the other hand, as Wu Qianying first analyzed, Tang Anran may be born a superhuman, but the radiation caused by the nuclear explosion interrupted this process, and his genes mutated during the awakening process.

Such a special case, in the words of Wu Qianying - related to his research results, can contract the Nobel Prize in Medicine and Biology in the next ten years.

And the witch was one of the 73 people Wu Qianying tried to contact but couldn't.

Even Marvolo, a high-ranking member of the Taha Gang named Taha, doesn't want to have a confrontation with the witch. She has benefited too many people here in the past few years, and her reputation is too high.

Marvolo can only report the situation here to Boyle and Philip for a decision. He is having a headache because of the fighting around the NO.14 traffic port.

All that came back was bad news, as the most elite soldiers of the Taha gang lost contact on the surface, and the entire underground shelter was out of control.

Facing the aggressive superhumans from the ECS Bureau, Marvolo had almost no means of resistance. The wounded soldiers who survived from the front line told him that those superhumans were demons.

They will not be afraid, will not be afraid, even if their companions die in front of them, they will not respond. It is just like the most ruthless soldier.

That's right, those superhumans are willing to sacrifice themselves to complete the task like ordinary soldiers, which is simply a science fiction story for Marvolo.

Even within the Taha gang, superhumans are superior to others. They have the best food, clothing and housing, and they will always perform tasks in the safest place.

What kind of ecstasy soup did those Gaul officials outside pour into the superhumans of the ECS Bureau?They can't even handle their own soldiers, but they can make superhumans risk their lives?

With such doubts, Marvolo waited until Boyle and Philip appeared in person.

The Taha gang, with limited information, didn't know about Tang Ji, but it was impossible for the two of them not to know that Tang Ji's name had almost become the biggest hot word in the past half a year along with superhuman beings.

Tang the law enforcer, Tang Ji the butcher, Tang Ji the killer, etc. Different groups have different names for him, but they are all associated with death and violence.

What's more, Tang Ji was still the witch's guest, which made Boyle even more troublesome.

What faction the witch belonged to before is a secret, but she is a gypsy and everyone knows that when she first came, she sometimes used tarot cards and crystal balls to tell fortunes for entertainment.

But one day after the witch woke up in a dream and believed that she had received a divine revelation, a new religion began to spread in the bottom of the thirteenth district.

At first the Taha gang didn't see it as a danger, but soon this belief called the Cult of Pleasure spread to the soldier class, and Boyle had to have a conversation with the witch.

In that conversation, the witch showed Boyle the ability that really belongs to the Lord of Pleasure Dreams, but Boyle got rid of the influence by his own willpower, and the two parties finally sat at the negotiating table based on reason and divided their respective power.

For example, the Taha Gang will not prohibit the belief of the Lord of Pleasure Dreams from spreading in this land, but it must recognize the legal leadership of the Taha Gang in this land.

For another example, the Pleasure Sect had to spread its beliefs to the Taha Gang without permission. The two parties needed to go through a long period of integration and examine each other to determine whether there would be a deeper integration in the future.

That's why Marvolo doesn't want to run afoul of the witch, who's superhuman and superhuman.

"Mr. Tang, I'm sorry to meet in such a situation, but we are at war after all." Boyle shook hands with Tang Ji graciously, and the two parties are now sitting on the witch's territory.

That's right, as a medical practitioner, the witch has the greatest influence in the NO.14 traffic port. It's just that she and the real doctors and nurses look down on each other, which makes the Taha gang keep half of the traffic port.

The witch is a very coquettish-looking woman, with red hair as bright as a flame, and a graceful figure, but the makeup is a bit heavy, and the outline of the eyes is deliberately outlined, maintaining her own gypsy style.

Obviously, witches at least know that no matter how beautiful or ugly, an impressive image, even if somewhat exaggerated, is the accelerator of new beliefs.

At this point, she is at least more professional than the Adventist Sect. Tang Ji had in-depth contact with the other party several times, and found that the Adventist Sect has abundant funds to support it, and even has a far more authentic belief than other religions. However, he abruptly completed himself as a third-rate 'shoe' religious organization that focuses on cultivating fanatics and committing suicide attacks.

No matter who is behind the sect of the Adventists, the other party is either unbelievably stupid, or they are their own people who have their hearts in Cao Ying and are in Han.

"He is my guest, and I can assure you that he is not an enemy of the Taha Gang." The witch did not communicate too much with Tang Ji, and to her, Tang Ji and Wang Zhengdao were just passers-by.

Providing a little convenience is just to please the owner of the happy dream, after all, this errand is worth sixty hours of happy dreams that can be freely allocated by her.

For the people at the bottom, this kind of real dream is definitely more attractive than those addictive compounds.

"Yes, I came to take him away." Tanguy didn't hide his purpose, just like what he said to veteran Jim at the beginning: "Those superhumans who attack you are also targeting him. As long as I Take him away, and your crisis will be resolved."

"I'm afraid it's not that simple. They definitely want to take advantage of this opportunity to get rid of us." Boyle smiled wryly: "Anyway, the ECS bureau is responsible, and the military has made up its mind this time."

At this time, Wang Zhengdao was lying on the hospital bed three meters away from Tang Ji, and Lindsay stood aside to listen with a face of embarrassment. After all, she still belonged to the official Gaul organization.

The saint, standing behind Tang Ji, looked at the witch from time to time. Obviously, the two sides had had in-depth discussions based on their respective teachings.

"Let me take a look at him first." Tang Ji gestured to Boyle, walked to Wang Zhengdao, looked at his miserable appearance, a handful of gray-black flames ignited at his fingertips, and directly touched his chest.

The moment they saw the flame, Lindsay and Boyle took a step back at the same time. As superhumans, they were naturally afraid of this flame.

Like burning incense, the gray-black flame gradually ignited the red lines, and burned along the lines, cleaning up bit by bit.

This is why Jealousy wants to enter here first. As one of the seven original sins, the ability to rage is also a BUG. His kind of flame can negate the influence of most superhumans.

Just like now, the [soul thorns] that troubled Wang Zhengdao were burned away, leaving only the damage left by the seeds on the body.

As the black hole-like blackness faded, a fist-deep depression appeared on Wang Zhengdao's chest, where the flesh and blood had long been turned into the nourishment of the thorns of the soul.

And the red lines all over the body, under the burning of the flame of hatred, turned into a series of somewhat scorched lines, which seemed to be worse than before.

But Wang Zhengdao's complexion improved a lot in an instant, his heartbeat gradually returned to normal, and his face became ruddy visible to the naked eye.

As a powerful superhuman, it is almost inevitable that his physical fitness will be improved. Although it is incomparable with those physically strengthened red warriors, it is still much better than ordinary people.

A few minutes later, Wang Zhengdao opened his eyes and glanced at Tang Ji weakly: "I knew it was you, I'm scalded to death!"

"Can you go?" Tang Ji breathed a sigh of relief, and it is undeniable that Wang Zhengdao is one of his most important allies.

After losing the advantage of the layout, the existence of Wang Zhengdao allowed Tang Ji and the others to far surpass the enemy in terms of operational efficiency. This is called using the space advantage to make up for the time disadvantage.

"I can't go, my mind is in a mess right now, I have to trouble you to take care of me." Wang Zhengdao gave a wry smile at last, turned over and fell asleep completely.

Obviously [Soul Thorn] did not only hurt him physically, Tang Ji could only say to Boyle: "Can you give me a body bag, I need to pack a bag."

".!!!" Lindsay looked at Tang Ji with shock in his eyes, she knew that the other party would definitely do this kind of thing.

"A protector, it's hard to deal with." Shadow was lying in another building about 140 meters away from the previous gathering point.

The observation angle here is very small, but the advantage lies in concealment, because the height is not too high, and the shadow can arrange the sniper platform in the room without protruding the muzzle of the gun out of the wall.

It was nearly impossible to spot the target until he fired.

As for the rookie, he has been hanging far away tens of meters behind the shadow all the way. At this time, he is hiding in a corner at the entrance of the building, and seems to be hesitating whether to continue to follow.

There is nothing wrong with him staying there, Shadow can use his glasses to observe the environment, just like he is observing the surrounding environment with the eyes of the heavily armored man at this time.

In the shadow's perspective, 'he' is constantly scanning several commanding heights around him, and keeps his eyes on the previous gathering point three times in a row.

Just as Shadow predicted, someone deliberately left a suitable sniper position as a trap.

Besides, this strong man is very confident in himself, his breathing is steady, the way his eyes move is smooth and powerful, and he seems to be very familiar with his surroundings.

Shadow has only been awakened for a few hours now, and he is still in a state of groping for his abilities, but as a sniper, he can see many things from a person's sight.

For example, whenever the subject smokes, the perspective zooms out slightly, apparently enjoying the process while his head isn't protected in that heavy helmet.

This is good news. The shadow can only determine the ballistic trajectory through calculations from the third perspective and the perspective of the target. It is impossible to accurately shoot the bullet into the observation hole.

After hesitating for a while, Shadow finally didn't shoot. He groped to remove the scope of the sniper rifle, and went downstairs to hand it to the rookie.

"I need you to go back to where you were just now, hide in the room, and observe him with a scope, can you do that?" Shadow looked at the rookie: "If you really want to be a hero, this is your best chance. "

The rookie took a few deep breaths, and finally took the scope: "What about you? You don't use anything? And why are you wading into this muddy water?"

"The first question, I can only tell you that the person inside is in our way." Shadow pointed to his eyes: "As for the latter question, I can only tell you that this thing is worth 300 million federal coins, the full amount no discount!"

The rookie swallowed, turned around and disappeared into the ruins without saying a word, and quickly returned to his position.

At this time, Shadow once again lay behind the sniper rifle without a scope, and calculated the trajectory more accurately from the rookie's perspective.

Then Shadow fired.

The bullet appeared in front of the strong man almost instantly, piercing into the red spot of the cigarette butt, tearing apart the whole cigarette, followed by soft lips, hard teeth, gums that were neither soft nor hard, tough tongue, bones, flesh and blood... walls.

The strong man didn't react at all, the part above the chin was torn apart by the bullet, and he fell to the ground, blood sprayed continuously along the wound.

Shadow kissed the M260. At a distance of only 650 meters, its ballistic curve was negligible, as smooth as thick chocolate.

Every sniper will love it.

The shadow avoided the strong man's eyes and brain, and he bet that the residual response of the human body's nerves could give him a picture for a few seconds.

He did it, the shadow looked through the round eyes of the strong man, and saw two more people walking out of it, before his eyes went dark.

The rookie is still sticking to his post, while the shadow is loaded again, relying on that glimpse, he blindly fires a shot through the door, and another shot.

After that, no one came out of that door again.

(End of this chapter)