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Chapter 265 Incompetent Fury

Little Edgar Calhoun ate the most bizarre meal in his life. His head maid was nailed to the gate with a long sword, and pale yellow artificial blood flowed along the wound, making him lose his appetite.

The mechanical knight who was used to decorate the castle stood dejectedly not far away, with a smell of gunpowder. Even though the air evolution system was running at full capacity, it was still hard to hide the smell.

The native beef from the Federal Highlands has a snowflake-like texture, and it has both taste and visual beauty under the chef's careful roasting.

The taste is refreshing, and the layered sauce is brushed over the beef with the technique of ink painting, which makes the warm white porcelain plate have a blank artistic conception.

In the usual way, little Edgar might have rewarded today's chef team, but apparently someone expressed his recognition of the chef team with practical actions today.

"Come three more, don't stop the kitchen." Tang Ji staggered his knife and fork, the beef on the plate disappeared in the blink of an eye, and handed the empty plate to the maid again.

Little Edgar was a little angry. He felt that Calhoun's dignity was stepped on the ground and rubbed constantly, and was even used to wipe his butt.

However, as soon as this anger raised its head, it was snuffed out by the stranger named Tang Ji. He just glanced at the owner here, and the anger disappeared.

Little Edgar was very sensitive to the abnormalities that happened to him. After all, he had just gotten rid of the entanglement of a superhuman powerhouse, or temporarily got rid of the mental control of the other party.

He did not deceive Mikkelsen, little Edgar did rely on himself to get rid of the mind controller, but not by will, but by trade.

That's right, the deal, after little Edgar was controlled, he spent half a month trying to establish some kind of communication mechanism with the other party, and finally succeeded.

Next, he spent a week giving detailed examples of the convenience that would be brought to him if the other party returned his personal will.

Thinking of this, this Calhoun became angry again. He still can't accept the reason why the other party controls him, and he just wants to find a rich man to collect money and provide a portal.

It's like you solve such a trivial problem as there is no toilet in the village, and in the end you directly kidnap the old fairy Modi and control the other party to build a toilet for your village.

In the end, the reason why the other party temporarily reached an agreement with little Edgar was because the other party used this body to sign documents at will, resulting in a loss of nearly 700 billion federal currency.

Maybe it was Edgar Jr.'s eloquence, or maybe the number of 700 billion made the other party finally realize the power of Calhoun's surname. Edgar Jr. suddenly regained his free will three days before Mikkelsen's visit.

After waking up, the first thing Edgar did was to clean up all the accompanying personnel including his secretary, as well as all the visitors he had met during the three days before and after being controlled.

Among them, there are 40 security personnel in the castle alone. Unfortunately, those who can get close to little Edgar are all his cronies, so this time the internal cleansing made little Edgar's control over the family worse than before. There is a chance for Mikkelsen to sneak attack alone.

At this time, little Edgar was thinking about how to reach a new cooperation condition with the superhuman in front of him. His weakness was that he didn't understand what happened recently. He didn't know what the person in front of him had done or what kind of character he was.

As a Calhoun, he has always resisted adding various unnecessary parts to himself, such as a brain chip, a magical gadget that can replace a personal terminal and complete most of the information operations directly in the brain.

For someone like Calhoun, the brain chip is equivalent to a back door that can be hacked and manipulated, but at this moment he hopes that he was not so stubborn in the past, otherwise he can search all the information from the Internet now. Information related to Tang Ji.

Little Edgar knew very well that he had been betrayed. The fact that Mikkelsen and the monster he brought could see him so smoothly proved that in this castle, among all Calhoun, someone didn't want to let him sit again. On the throne.

If it were him himself in this situation, he would absolutely gamble all his worth, completely block the news, and try his best to delay possible rescue forces.

Because once he is not dead today, the horrible and bloody family cleansing will be accompanied by little Edgar's anger and descend on every Calhoun.

"Use your brain quickly, Edgar, you have to rely on yourself again!" Little Edgar put the chopped beef into his mouth with a cold face, running his brain at high speed, trying to find a way to break the situation.

He was tired of these mutant freaks, as if there were so many guys that Calhoun had to deal with carefully just overnight, completely ignoring the power and status that the Calhoun family had accumulated for hundreds of years.

This feeling of powerlessness and anger made the knife and fork in Little Edgar's hand leave scratches on the plate.

He vowed to invest 17.00% of his assets in the exploration and construction project of Calhoun's Outer Territory as soon as this accident is over.

He also wants to increase investment in superhuman research. If superhuman research is so difficult in the future, then increasing his holdings in cutting-edge companies like Lazarus is equivalent to investing in oil fields in the Persian region at the beginning of the [-]th century. .

Those who can persevere to the end will eventually gain power and participate in the division of interests in the new world.

Tang Ji, who ate the No.17 steak, was not immersed in the delicious food, he was just waiting for news from Mikkelsen.

His avatar died so simply that he didn't even leave a last word, which made Tang Ji very helpless. He really didn't want to take a taxi back to Night City from here.

While waiting for the next round of main dishes, Tang Ji took out his mobile phone, which was still in a state of no signal.

The next second, the head maid who was nailed to the door suddenly struggled to raise her head: "Calhoun, the high-sequence contact Mikkelsen requests access!"

When little Edgar heard the news, he stood up suddenly as if he had finally realized that he was like a drunk man sitting on a cactus.

He stared at Mikkelsen's body, and then at Tang Ji, who was feasting. The muscles on his face twitched a few times, showing an ugly smile: "So that's the case, and he is too."

"Put on the phone." Little Edgar slumped on the chair with his head down. He suddenly realized that he was an idiot. He had never even thought about the possibility of Mikkelsen being a superhuman.

This rash action ruined all his hopes. Although Calhoun still exists forever, it has nothing to do with him.

"I'm very disappointed, Edgar, you have betrayed my trust." Mikkelsen's voice came from the mouth of the head maid: "For the sake of our friendship, I will give you time to leave your last words."

"I don't have any last words to leave. Calhoun has a complete inheritance system, so I don't need to worry about it anymore." Little Edgar drank the white wine in the glass in one gulp, and was silent for a few seconds: "If you have to leave a last word If not, then fuck the superhuman!"

"Do it Tang Ji, give him a good time." Mikkelsen's words were still conveyed by the head maid, and following his words, two lines of tears fell from the corners of the head maid's eyes.

However, she was powerless to resist, because to Calhoun, she was just a tool, and when a call came in, she couldn't have any natural reaction.

Bah!
Tanguy accepted the task very happily, and the prelude bullet penetrated little Edgar's brain, ensuring that no medical method could restore Calhoun's death.

He didn't have any hatred for Edgar Jr., he was just against a wealthy family like Calhoun, they crossed the line too much.

As the spokesperson of rage and the bearer of the wrath of all beings, to some extent, Tang Ji naturally stands in the class with the largest number of human civilizations.

That was exactly the class he was born into and lived in.

Players use the way of descending to deprive human beings of free will. Even if there is no red sun event, they are naturally Tang Ji's enemies and the source of his anger.

Jealousy and other superhumans of the same type use mind control and mental suggestion to deprive humans of free will, and Tang Ji sweeps them into the column of enemies.

As for Calhoun, he may not represent his class, but at least he represents a part of it. These people dwarf their own kind in a domesticated way, so as to achieve the purpose of foiling themselves and pleasing themselves.

They are even more hated than the first two, because the former commit such crimes because they can, and the latter because they enjoy it.
"No!" After Mikkelsen ended the call, the head maid finally let out a scream of grief. She grasped the long sword weakly with both hands, and tried to pull herself off it.

And those ordinary maids were completely lost. They stood there blankly, not knowing how to deal with what happened.

Calhoun, who was regarded as a god, was dead, and a new successor had not yet appeared, and the murderer was sitting in the restaurant eating and drinking, all of which were beyond the education and training they had received.

Tang Ji handed the emptied plate to the previous maid, and said to her, "Please, have another serving."

The maid took the plate in a daze, then seemed to wake up suddenly from a nightmare, bowed slightly to Tang Ji and stepped back, exactly the same as the previous few times when she took the meal, as if nothing had happened.

Perhaps the only difference was that this time there was a trace of gratitude on her face, but what made Tang Ji feel agitated was that he clearly understood that this trace of gratitude was not aimed at him for killing Calhoun, the master.

Instead, I thank Tang Ji for giving her a clear order in this chaotic situation, so that she can temporarily get rid of all this according to her previous inertia.

Tang Ji walked up to the head maid and looked at this beautiful woman. It is undeniable that beauty is a visible force in any era.

At least for now, the name Calhoun makes Tanguy even more angry.

The head maid's attention was all on Calhoun, and she didn't care about her injury or the murderer in front of her. Tang Ji watched her hold the blade tightly with both hands and pull it out forcefully.

However, Tang Ji's terrifying power directly nailed the sword blade into the gate by fifteen centimeters, and his slender and white fingers were scratched by the sword blade in vain, revealing deep bone wounds.

But the head maid didn't care, she just wanted to go back to her god, feel the other's last warmth, kiss the horrible wound with her lips, and pray for it to heal.

Tang Ji pulled out half of the sword in his hand, and the blood flowing out of the chief maid's body was orange-yellow, thicker than normal blood.

He had no intention of contemplating the technology behind it, he only knew that the penetrating wound was not fatal to the head maid.

The liberated head maid got up on the ground, covered her wound with both hands and stood up with difficulty, and walked towards little Edgar Calhoun step by step, like a pilgrim.

Tang Ji watched this scene quietly. Outside the window was the man-made dim yellow sunset, and inside the window was a long table full of gorgeous utensils and food.

Calhoun, who was quite beautiful, fell back on his high-backed chair. The light projected in was blocked by the backrest, making his chest darkened, and the wound on his forehead could hardly be seen.

At the last moment of his life, this Calhoun chose to mock fate, his expression was still a bit ferocious, and the four maids standing behind still maintained the demeanor of his life, as if their master would need their service in the next second.

Only the pilgrim, who knows that the god she served for life is dead and will never return
The solemnity of the whole scene made Tang Ji feel sick. The gray-black flame of hatred broke through the shackles of reason, spread along the floor and walls, and occupied the other half of the restaurant. It was incompatible with the pilgrims, like a demon emerging from the abyss.

He wanted to burn it all, although Tang Ji knew that those maids were innocent, they were born so shaped, and believed that everything in the castle was the whole world, the owner of the castle was the center of the world, and the walls of the castle were the end of the world.

Burn it!Destroy it!Wash away all these sins and let the beauty emerge, this is the only thing you can do!
Tang Ji took out a tree of life from his arms, ignited it with the flame of hatred, took a deep breath, looked at all this, and refused to compromise with the fury in his heart.
"Hey! Hey! Mr. Mikkelsen! I'm here to show that Edgar is dead! Is it true! Did you really do it?" A voice suddenly appeared, interrupting the religious solemnity.

The pilgrim was once again frozen in a ridiculous posture, turning into a mouthpiece for the people behind him, like the most ruthless mockery.

"I'm so excited, so I want to confirm the news. Calhoun's highest authority has been handed over to me suddenly! This is definitely the best gift in my life!" There was unbelievable doubt in the excitement, and a feeling of cowardice in the cowardice. Infinitely inflated ambitions, that young voice wanted to announce his great success to the world, but apparently he remembered who the 'murderer' who really created all this was, and instantly suppressed his emotions, so that his voice changed a little .

Tang Ji didn't know when he became so sharp, but just from the voice, he concluded that the new Calhoun was not even worthy of the pronunciation that he thought was too stupid.

"Shut up." Tang Ji responded softly, he didn't want the last path of the pilgrim to be ridiculed all over.

(End of this chapter)