I give the world destruction and new life

Chapter 243 Martyrs

"Tang Ji is so handsome!" In the Moonlight Gold at a depth of 400 meters below the sea, Aliya sat on a chair and watched the live broadcast, and excitedly slid the chair to Wu Qianying's side and tugged at Dr. Yujie's white coat : "Come and see! Tang Ji is on TV again!"

"He's just mentally handicapped!" Wu Qianying's hair was disheveled, and there were two frivolous dark circles under her eyes. She obviously hadn't slept for a while, and there were seven or eight empty coffee cups on the table.

The conscientious service chief, Foreman Chance, wore a neat uniform, knocked lightly on the door, and then walked in with a Persian-style, shiny silver coffee pot.

He first glanced dissatisfied at the almost full ashtrays on Wu Qianying's table, and then glanced at the scattered coffee cups: "Ma'am, if you want to smoke, here are four cigar rooms with different styles. If you don't like cigars, here are the best cigarettes in fourteen countries."

Foreman looked at Wu Qianying with an indisputable look: "Please don't use this kind of pungent, inferior tobacco that has not undergone secondary alcoholization to pollute the environment here. To clean up the smell attached to knitted fabrics, it takes Multiple washes and the ship is now woefully understaffed."

The service chief clenched his fist, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally said: "With all due respect, you have brought those civilians with you, and they can't even do basic housekeeping services well. If they can't be service staff, according to the passenger's standard Calculated, their daily expenses are about [-] federal currency."

"Do you think I care about money?" Wu Qianying picked up a used coffee cup and poured a cup of coffee: pointing to her head: "This is the smartest brain you have ever seen, and this brain has just been calculated, There is a 70.00% five-year possibility that the federal currency will become waste paper after five years."

The silky and mellow coffee instantly conquered Wu Qianying, and she let out a pleasant sigh, as if her brain got a spa.

"What kind of coffee is this?" Wu Qianying asked Foreman, holding up a coffee cup: "That old pervert Edward probably never drank such delicious coffee in his life, and Tang Ji could fool him with instant coffee for several years. "

"Fresh cat poop coffee, ma'am, although it's not made in Indonesia, it's absolutely authentic." Foreman proudly introduced, and helped Wu Qianying pour another cup.

puff!
Wu Qianying sprayed out the coffee without looking like a lady: "Cat poop? Coffee?"

"I remember you said that you have six Ph. At least three thousand worth of waste paper."

Foreman glanced at the burning Eiffel Tower on the screen, and the demon-like human-shaped flame under the tower, and asked with a posture of having a heart attack: "Don't tell me, that's the new owner of the Moonlight Gold, Don gentlemen?"

"What's the matter? Isn't he handsome?" Aliya looked at the screen with her hands in her hands, making no secret of her admiration.

"It's the first time he appeared in front of the whole world, and he dressed like this?" Foreman gave Wu Qianying a stern look, as if blaming the hostess for her poor taste.

But considering Wu Qianying's unkempt appearance, white coat with coffee stains, plush slippers
Foreman's eyes were like knives, Wu Qianying subconsciously hid that part wherever he swept it, and then unhappily picked up a magazine from Alia's desk and threw it in front of Foreman: "This is his first time. The clothes I wore for the second time!"

In the magazine, it was Tang Ji's photo that became famous and appeared in Time Magazine's "Nude of the Century".
Foreman immediately suffered a heavy blow, and retreated clutching his chest. He was in a daze, and looked even more depressed than when the Moonlight Gold was taken away.

"He's so handsome!" Wu Qianying hesitated, but still accepted the pot of coffee, whatever shit it is, as long as it tastes good!
"You are also an all-knowing person. After eating so much knowledge, can't you help him come up with a more efficient method?" Wu Qianying pointed to the Eiffel Tower and said: "He did what Losas did not do in Night City. Fact! Now the whole world can see what a superhuman at the level of seven original sins can do through live broadcast!"

"If there is a dividing line in this world, where science and order are written on one side, and superpowers and chaos are written on the other, Tang Ji's behavior just now has shifted the middle line to the superpower side by a large amount!" Wu Qianying sneered Sipping coffee: "Those pioneers are probably applauding."

"That's right, he said that you are not allowed to intervene in the Paris incident now. Why? Because the completion of our node tasks is advancing rapidly!" Cathy Walter's tone was somewhat joyful, but more regrettable.

It's a pity why I didn't enter the Virtue Project a while later, so that I can fully eat Tang Ji's great gift.

People have already arrived in Europe, and Aslan, who is "hardworking" in the process of reorganizing his strength, has become a little ugly. The meaning above is very clear, and he will use human lives to fill the node and advance the speed.

Aslan did not expect Tang Ji's high-profile actions, and it was even more unexpected for Aslan that he could make such a big momentum.

The return of the pioneers this time, an important node task is to let the world feel the existence of superhumans, and divide human civilization and race as much as possible.

At this time, Tang Ji was undoubtedly showing off his superhuman power to the whole world.

He is now the torch that illuminates the world, and the pioneers are the firewood, and now Aslan has to add wood to the fire to ensure that the fire will burn more and more vigorously.

But considering Tang Ji's particularity, this fire burned more than just the body. If half of the rumors about Tang Ji were true, the Blazers would also be burned to the core.

How to handle it became Aslan's problem.

Contrary to Cathy Walter, at this moment, Aslan hoped that he had completed the handover of power so that he would not have to bear such responsibilities.

"Big pioneers, we have gathered 40 people, all of whom are the main body, and the naturalized ones count a total of 33 people. It will take a total of six hours to enter the city of Paris." Aslan's deputy submitted his The previously requested report: "The sect of the descendants is more active. They have provided more than 200 people, but only 70 of them are less than superhuman, and the rest are ordinary people."

"How many people have entered the Paris area now? Those who arrive within half an hour are counted." Aslan was ruthless, knowing that he could not take care of both sides, and could only limit the completion of the task.

"Counting everything together, there are sixteen people in total, but only six are ours." The deputy said: "Counting the two left behind in the Paris area now, we can form two teams of four."

"If we calculate according to the action of arresting greed and jealousy, at least eight to twelve four-person teams are required to act simultaneously to effectively control the seven original sin-level superhumans." The deputy looked at the burning Eiffel Tower and said with lingering fear: "More Not to mention that this one is extra angry, it's extra special."

"This is a task directly assigned by the planning department." Aslan quietly pushed the blame away, but the deputy obviously had his own information channel.

"Aslan, eight pioneers have asked to withdraw from this mission, and they all know that you initiated this mission." The deputy's eyes made Aslan feel a little uncomfortable: "We all know that he is special. , and there is also news from the Federation, asking you to control the strength of the offensive echelon, right?"

"This is not my original intention, but since the planning department temporarily changed the task, we can only cooperate, can't we?" Aslan held on to his momentum and still maintained the authority of the leader. He looked at his deputy coldly: "I know what you're thinking, but no one can escape this mission, and I will play in person in the end."

"Such a high reward multiple, how can it be so easy to get, believe it or not, all the pioneers who request to withdraw from the mission will be deprived of this status?" Aslan looked into the eyes of the deputy until he saw the other lowered his head: "Get ready , join the second attack wave."

"You!" The deputy raised his head and looked at Aslan with some resentment.

"Or do you want to quit?" Aslan asked nonchalantly: "Are you planning to go back to that world, return to your previous class, and look forward to the gift of death coming one day?"

"Hmph!" The deputy responded coldly to his eyes one by one, turned around and left the room, and went to prepare for the battle.

All kinds of news about Tang Ji are gossips that have not been recognized by the planning department after all. Although the pioneers often talk about this matter, many people still have a fluke mentality.

They want to bet that Tang Ji is not as good as the rumors say, so that they can get a considerable amount of contribution points regardless of life or death.

Clark looked at Kevin, and Kevin looked at Clark in the same way. Neither of them wanted to die, but an order was an order.

Based on Tanguy's previous actions, the group of pioneers began to become a little sensitive, and they would be frightened at the slightest disturbance, and produced many defectors like Marcin Cooper.

So as the pioneers returned again, the forces of naturalized people surfaced again, and they adopted a more radical and harsher management system.

Naturalists who directly disobeyed orders had severe consequences.

But just go to the Champ de Mars and face the law enforcement officer Tang who used the Eiffel Tower as a smoking point and killed two people as a hobby?

It sounds like the former has more maneuverability.
But at this time, Jose Barros, who had been missing, led a group of people to find two naturalized people, and implanted a false memory in each of them as soon as they met.

"I've brought enough manpower as agreed, now it's your turn to keep your promise." Jose meaningfully looked at the two superhuman beings who were somewhat puzzled, and urged: "We don't have much time left, In 3 minutes, Tang Ji is leaving!"

"You're right, we must start to act." The external pressure made Clark ignore the sense of violation of that false memory.

In the false memory that Jose implanted in them, they had previously formulated a complete and feasible plan to hold Tang Ji.

The three of them don't know what the other's ability is. Jose just ensures that he can provide enough cannon fodder, while Kevin and Clark will contribute.

Net-worth egoist Kevin sensed something was wrong, but that doubt had to be suppressed with a call from higher up.

The top management of the naturalized people has just given up the warmth card, bluntly saying that if they don't appear in the Mars Square immediately, all relatives will die.

Clark is a three-generation naturalized person. Before his awakening, he was in charge of financial work, working under the traitor Marcin.

If he hadn't just awakened, he would have been directly killed as a joint member after Marcin's defection.

That's why he was sent to Paris to act as a dispensable liaison officer and an alternative body.

If Clark had no choice in his life, Kevin voluntarily joined the naturalized for money. He was the bodyguard of a big man at first, and the secret identity of the big man was the naturalized.

In another assassination, Kevin helped the big man block the bullet, and in return the big man gave Kevin a chance to join the naturalized people.

But all the unearned will be repaid in one lump sum in the future, and for Kevin, that day is today.

It was quiet on the Mars Square, and the iron tower burning with gray-black flames made Asuka avoid this direction.

Soldiers and law enforcers surrounded the entire square. Apart from the crowd watching, their biggest enemy was the ubiquitous media reporters.

In such an environment, Clark and his party suddenly appeared through the crowd and were about to enter the Mars Square, like martyrs, attracting everyone's attention.

"Are you members of the Losass organization?"

"Can you accept our interview? I won't delay you for a few minutes!"

"Look at the camera! Look at the camera! This may be your last chance to be on TV in your life. Smile and don't regret it!"

"Go to Losas! Go to superhuman! You are all moths!"

"Come on! Give that Asian kid some strength! Long live Losas!"

If there is a ranking of funerals, this must be the worst funeral in the world, Kevin thought seriously, and at this moment he realized that his memory had been tampered with.

They had no plan at all, and the damn evangelist sent them in to die just to keep himself alive a little longer.

But Kevin had no way out, what kept him going was the phone call, the big man called him personally, telling him to be brave and the organization would take care of his family.

So Kevin can only be brave. As for Clark, he is just a fool. When he was playing finance, he saw that his boss was making fake accounts. Know.

Until now, he thought he was really just his bodyguard.
But that's good, at least he doesn't have so many worries.

Kevin straightened his collar, pushed away the reporters and law enforcement officers, walked into the Champ de Mars, and looked directly into the demon's eyes amidst the overwhelming flames!
He thought of many words he wanted to say along the way, but...
Bah!
Tang Ji moved nearly [-] meters forward in an instant, like swatting a fly, and emptied the prelude's bullet nest, so that the group of martyrs died on the edge of the square.

"not qualified"

　PS: Looking forward to May Day, no mood to work
　　
　
(End of this chapter)