I give the world destruction and new life

Chapter 240 Restoring Communication
"Ah, this smell is from my old friend." Greedy sat on the second floor of the famous Flora Cafe in the sixth district by the window, looking at the bustling street outside the window.

It is less than [-] kilometers away from the [-]th arrondissement, but it seems like two worlds. Even though Paris is no longer the most prosperous city in Gaul, it is still full of flowers.

Wolfgang was rarely seen wearing a formal suit, with his hair and beard trimmed meticulously. He looked like a gentleman from the British Isles, which matched the environment of the cafe very well.

Every brick and tile here is full of history, and like this city, it has become part of Gallic culture over time.

It has been regarded as the best cafe in Paris by many celebrities, and someone founded a literary award named after this cafe here. The winner of the grand prize can not only get a bonus, but also get a one-year white wine set.

Those signed coffee cups kept in glass cases, deliberately aged, and some yellowed electronic photos made Wolfgang feel a trance that spanned time.

At this moment, it seemed that he was not a greedy cannibal, but Wolfgang.

Located on the corner of Boulevard Saint-Germain and Rue Saint-Benoit, this café opened in 1887 when Wolfgang lived nearby.

This position was his favorite at the time. At that time, he had just completed his journey around the world. He trekked through mountains and rivers, drank blood, and ate six of his own kind. He exuded an aura that was incompatible with civilized society.

It was this cafe that allowed him to gradually regain his humanity. He discussed the doubts in his life with many philosophers here, some of which he understood and some of which he did not understand.

But all in all, the humanistic atmosphere here helped Wolfgang re-adapt to a civilized society, and it was also here that Wolfgang finally reconciled with himself.

That’s right, for a long time Wolfgang has considered taking the initiative to end his own life. The parting of life and the fighting of human nature are the main colors of his life, until Wolfgang finally formed a unique three views to get rid of these.

It is here that Wolfgang finally decides that he is no longer a member of the human race, but a higher species, like Homo sapiens and Neanderthals.

"The smell of anger is very pure. You finally stopped pretending, furious." As if celebrating something, Greedy raised his glass to the southeast, tore off the disguise of civilization, and took a sip of the coffee in Zhou's cup as if drinking, Let the brown liquid wet his beard and shirt.

Greed smashed the glass cover beside him with a punch, took out a coffee cup with his name written on it, and greeted the man in an electronic photo: "The face still looks pleasing to the eye."

Then he disappeared into the street under the watchful eyes of a few waiters, who obviously couldn't stop a strong man like Greed.

And the law enforcement agencies in Paris can't take care of such trivial matters now, and the phone calls between the Law Enforcement Bureau and the city government have been blown up at this time.

Everyone wanted to know what was going on with Losas's statement. After all, that organization had actually detonated a nuclear bomb in a city, and no one could take such a threat as a joke.

Some Parisians have already run out of the city with their families and their families. The intersections out of the city are congested, moving an average of two kilometers per hour.

More Parisians started their ancestral skills, put on their most dirt-resistant clothes, wore face scarves, carried schoolbags, and called their friends and friends to the streets to protest!
This is definitely the fastest response in Paris. When the Law Enforcement Bureau, the military, and the Homeland Security Bureau are still meeting to study the problem, they have already familiarized themselves with the intersections that are most likely to be congested.

These people joined hands to form a human wall, blocking the passing traffic and crowds. Some people didn't even know what they were protesting today, so they went to 'work'.

These people are blind as if making people unable to do anything is the real purpose of their demonstrations.

This is only the initial stage of panic and chaos, the city has not lost order, the crowd has not lost their minds, and the pioneer fighters who have put on the skin of Losas have not all arrived yet.

In fact, in the city of Paris at this time, there are less than [-] people who can really have a relationship with the Losass organization, and only five superhumans among them——

Two pioneers based in Paris, two naturalized, and an evangelist of the Adventist sect.

"Aslan asked us to find a lively place to show up, and don't let the big fish escape." The pioneer Fauzi Parker looked at the command on the phone, and looked at his companion helplessly.

It was a giant man whose height and weight exceeded the range of ordinary people. Just sitting there gave people a sense of oppression. Anyone who saw him would immediately realize that he was a superhuman.

"Show yourself? That big fish is said to be dangerous. Did he say how much extra contribution points are given for this mission?" The giant Hamed Huntings held a bucket of protein powder in his hand, looking like an ordinary fish. The fitness enthusiast shakes it vigorously as if holding a shaker cup in his hand.

"Five times the contribution points of the daily mission, as long as you show your face, there is no need for direct conflict, what do you say?" Faqi looked at the mission details released by Aslan: "It sounds safe."

"Then let's take it. I'm only [-] contribution points away from being able to exchange for a high-end body. I've had enough of this body. They didn't say that muscle growth would be accompanied by organ failure." While talking, Hamed picked up the oxygen mask and took two deep breaths.

"To the Louvre, or the Eiffel Tower?" Hamed asked again. He and Faqi have worked together since the last world. They are a very efficient small team. The task is dangerous and the task is abandoned.

"Go to the Eiffel Tower and hang the flag of Losass there. It should be considered that we have completed the task. Mrs. Generosity hopes to preserve more of the cultural heritage of this city. Maybe she will be interested in the Louvre?" Fazi said helplessly She smiled and said, "Anyway, we will never be able to figure out what a person like her thinks."

"Ha, the Most High, maybe they look at us like we look at these natives." Hamed took another breath of oxygen: "Arrange some work for those natives, and don't let them idle, we need to complete all the preparations .”

Under the guidance of the drone, Tang Ji found the hiding place of the oscillator, a relatively complete temple-shaped building, and exquisite patterns can still be seen under the dark color of the walls.

The heavy door was pushed open by Tang Ji, and he was greeted by bullets.

The metal bullets shot out by the shotgun covered Tang Ji's upper body, but Tang Ji just stretched out his hands to cover his face and neck, and let the remaining bullets hit himself, colliding with the dragon scale armor, one step at a time. Not refunded.

Seeing that the bullet failed to harm the enemy, the trap turned around and ran away. As a superhuman team of the military, the most tasks he performed were to arrest or eliminate all kinds of superhumans.

A simple point of view circulated in the team, that is, all superhumans that cannot be dealt with by bullets are big troubles.

The pistols stood behind a pillar, bowed left and right, and the two rapid-fire pistols fired the rate of fire of the automatic rifle to cover the trap and retreat.

However, in the blink of an eye, the trap was held by Tang Ji's neck and held in mid-air, blocking it in front as a cover.

The pistol only hesitated for a second before killing his teammates. More than a dozen bullets penetrated the trap's body, but failed to cause damage to Tang Ji.

"Why... didn't you trigger... my trap?" At the last moment of his life, Trap didn't question his teammates, but looked into Tang Ji's eyes, showing unwillingness.

Tang Ji didn't speak, but the gray-black flame had already passed along the prosthetic limb to the trap, and the originally invisible bomb in the trap's hand emerged as a solid outline in the flames, and then disappeared.

Trap's eyes widened, and he swallowed his last breath. He used his ability to set up more than a dozen powerful traps here, but he didn't expect the enemy's ability to be even more weird.

The pistol glanced at the time. He knew that his mission was impossible to complete. He emptied the extended magazine in an instant, threw several smoke bombs in a row, and planned to escape through the reserved exit.

But the mere smoke grenade could not hinder the current Tang Ji at all. His speed was faster, he directly blocked the escape route of the pistol, and solved the superhuman with one punch.

Then, Tang Ji finally saw the culprit who had caused him countless troubles, a white male sealed in a sky-blue crystal-like object.

The root of the slender columnar crystal is only as thick as a person, and becomes slender as it goes up. Seven or eight buds grow in different directions like branches, and the thinnest buds are only as thick as a finger.

The man, on the other hand, remained asleep like the specimen in the amber.

Tang Ji stretched out his hand, and gray-black flames surrounded his arms. In front of the flames of hatred, the crystal was like ice in the sun, melting little by little, revealing the specimen inside.

As the flames of hatred spread, the entire crystal tree quickly melted away, leaving only the man who was still refusing to wake up in Tang Ji's hands.

A loud slap in the face woke the man up instantly. His eyes widened and he panted heavily, screaming in pain, as if he had suffered a dystocia.

Tang Ji threw the man directly on the ground, and when he turned around, a drone had handed him a brand new communicator.

"I'm Tang Ji." He tapped the radio lightly, and regained his connection with the world.

"Listen to me, Tang Ji, this is a trap. You must calm down and don't let them succeed!" The first signal received was Wu Qianying, whose call authority was second only to Tang Ji.

"I know it's a trap, it's okay, I know it all." A strange smile finally appeared on the corner of Tang Ji's mouth: "I just can't wait."

Wu Qianying fell silent and replied again after more than ten seconds: "You are a bastard! Tang Ji, you are a bastard! You must come back alive!"

Tang Ji hung up Dr. Wu's call, picked up the struggling superhuman on the ground, turned and left the temple.

"I know it's too late to advise you now, but you must remain calm. I ask my friends to help you. Don't be brave. If this is a war, you should use war to deal with it. This is not a personal grudge." The old man The phone call followed, and God knows how long he waited.

"I know, I'm very calm, don't worry about me, old man, worry about yourself, old man, don't die on a woman's bed." Before hanging up, Tang Ji said, "Thank you."

Next, it was Mikkelsen who jumped in the line. Considering that the equipment Ethan is using now is provided by him, this kind of line-cutting behavior is completely acceptable.

"I think you should understand that this is a trap they used to hold you back, but considering the despicable methods they used, I'm afraid there is a fire pit in front of you now, and you have to fill it up and step over it." Mikkelsen pulled it out rarely. Two homely words: "I envy your love story, but I still want to say that the best choice now is to leave there, don't give up the initiative."

"Find a way to support me. You said that this is an all-out war, and it will start sooner or later. Why can't it be today?" Tang Ji interrupted Mikkelsen's nonsense: "It's here, for everyone to see See part of the truth."

"I know, I'm already mobilizing my strength, but there is the European Union, my strength is limited, and the enemy has an advantage." Mikkelsen simply replied: "I can provide two ten-man teams, They're all well-trained superhumans, but you have to make sure that jealousy doesn't get involved again, and I don't want to give him my minions as toys."

"If he blocks my way, I promise he will regret it." Tang Ji nodded: "But you don't have enough people, I need more."

"I'm talking about the force that can arrive in downtown Paris within two hours. If you can last for six hours, about 100 conventional armed forces will arrive. They can help you clean up the surrounding area of ​​the battlefield." Mikol Sen continued: "I arrived with them, 40 people."

"You are better than I thought, Mikkelsen." Tang Ji asked, "We have always suspected that you are arrogant, so tell me, are you?"

"I also want to ask you, how did you determine your identity? Will someone tell you when you wake up that you are one of the seven original sins?" Mikkelsen asked back, "Can you tell me?"

Tang Ji didn't know how to answer this question, because the person who first told him this identity was a prophet, and she directly revealed her identity.

Then, it was that strange system that described his identity in words. As for how the other seven original sins determined his identity, he really didn't know.

He felt that this was a special case, and he might not be able to answer Mikkelsen's question.

"You have to find the answer yourself, Mikkelsen." Tang Ji hung up the call directly and connected to the next person.

"We are already on the plane, head, with all the equipment." Anthony's voice came from the other side: "Except for Sirte, everyone else is here. We will accompany you to the end."

"That's right! Hit it to the end!" Martin and Tony's duet came after Anthony.

　PS: Ashamed, I wrote more than 2000 words yesterday, and I feel that it is not enough to burn.
　　
　
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