I give the world destruction and new life

Chapter 348 Beloved
Resurrected Kang is wearing a funny boy scout uniform and holding a large bag of cotton candy, looking like he is on a spring outing.

This time, he did come to 'negotiate' with Brandon Mann, at least that's what was written in the mission sent to him, but Corn Orr didn't intend to strictly abide by it.

It is true that he can get a large commission from the Blazers organization every week, and he is also working for the Blazers in name, but the real situation is very intriguing.
Based on Kang Orr's previous dark history, and also publicly attacked players, and caused psychological damage to many players that can only be repaired by cleaning the memory sector, Makarian once listed him on the hostile list .

But after a few weeks of entanglement between the two parties, Con Orr is still an 'excellent' employee of the Blazers. Not only has his salary increased, Cathy Walter had to issue an excellent employee certificate along with his salary every week at his request.

Among the several problems Makarian is currently facing, who will replace Cathy Walter as Corn Orr's new contact person is after the task of tracking Tangy.

So whether the money that Kang Or took was a commission or a protection fee depends entirely on one’s understanding, at least for Kang Or himself, it’s all because of his ability to blackmail the money.

"Hello? Is anyone listening?" Kang Orr leaned against a tree, grabbed a vine and shouted as if holding a microphone: "Come out soon and say hello to Dad, you Little cutie, or I'll be angry!"

But there was silence in the forest, not even the chirping of birds or insects, only the rustling of the wind blowing through the leaves.

"Tsk, I don't like shy children." Con Or threw a piece of marshmallow high up, caught it with his mouth, looked around and chose a favorite place, and took out the camping equipment from his backpack. Start building the campfire ring.

"Okay, a long-term mission should look like a long-term mission. Now let's light a fire and find some ingredients to start grilling!" Kang Orr gave up on building a bonfire circle according to the guidelines after failing the first attempt. Instead, he poured a large bottle of gasoline on the pair of logs and ignited it directly.

But the environment here is extremely humid and not suitable for living at all. The flames are burning gently with the support of only dry wood and gasoline, and there is no plan to expand the area at all.

The excitement on Con Orr's face dissipated little by little, and he began to feel that the forest was full of hostility towards him. In other words, the superhuman who controlled the forest was also full of hostility towards him.

He pulled the last thing out of his backpack and left it on the ground. It was a sharp camp ax, good length, hand forged, nice rubber grip handle, excellent ergonomics, looked It is very suitable for chopping, whether it is wood or limbs.

Kang Orr didn't have much experience in using an axe, but this didn't prevent him from using this thing to accurately chop off one of his fingers, dig a hole in the ground and sell it.

For him, this is equivalent to saving the file here, and he can start the 'game' again at any time.

Just like this, Kang Orr walked into the depths of the jungle whistling with an ax in one hand and cotton candy in the other. For a person like him, most of the time, he could find the things and people he was looking for by intuition.

If you insist on asking the reason, he will probably tell you that this is God's preferential treatment for Le Ziren, and it is a benign expansion of his ability.

At this time, the master of nature that Kang Orr was looking for, the king of Central Park, just got up from the ground and got rid of the influence of the super golden bark toxin.

Brandon Mann scratched off most of his face with his nails, and even gouged out one of his eyes. Almost all the muscles used to support the structure of the face were torn off. It looked like a hungry brown bear Like licking it once.

The only difference is that the blood he bleeds has a touch of green as the background color, rendering the blood a weird brownish yellow.

Soon tiny buds grew in the brownish-yellow plasma, and turned into filaments to fill the missing part of Brandon's flesh and blood, and absorbed all the plasma back.

In the end, these filaments were gradually stained with plasma, turning into Brandon's original skin color, and it looked as if he had never been injured from a distance.

But if you get close enough, you can clearly see the more 'rough' fibers of the new skin, and occasionally a small leaf smaller than a fingernail grows out and falls off immediately.

Brandon's original beard has also been fully restored, and the dense roots are entangled together, making him look like ginseng.

Brandon, who had regained his health, just lay on the ground, and it took a few minutes to stand up, talking to himself in an extraordinarily lengthy tone: "How did he do it?"

It took nearly 30 seconds for Brandon to finish speaking just a few words, but Brandon himself was completely unaware of his strangeness.

He began to think about how he should fight back.

All kinds of strange animals and plants in nature have different abilities. Human civilization is closely related to bionics. As long as Brandon uses his brain, he can always think of something with similar abilities to Tang Ji, and how nature checks and balances this creature. of.

For example, hedgehogs, such as porcupines, Brandon calmed down and began to try to use natural instincts to fight against Tang Ji.

Tang Ji himself, at this time, has climbed to the third floor of the Metropolitan Museum and found the European Painting and Art Exhibition Area. The density of plants here is higher. Tang Ji needs to wait for the flames of hatred to disperse the surrounding plants before he can advance.

The walls that were originally covered with world-famous paintings are now empty. The vines have left traces of dampness on the walls, and there are a lot of cracks in the walls, which seem to be in danger of collapsing at any time.

All over the ground are trolleys used to transfer cultural relics, and stacks of famous paintings that have been packed into protective containers are piled up there waiting to be seen again.

Mikkelsen once lamented that the Metropolitan Museum even ranked among the top [-] companies in the world before the corporate war, and its asset value mainly comes from these cultural relics.

But today is different. With the start of the corporate war, the Federation has essentially disintegrated, new and old energy companies have split, and the European Union is lingering. The entire world order has changed rapidly in a few decades, and the value of the entire cultural relic market has plummeted instantly.

When capital can use simpler and more maneuverable means to plunder wealth, why does it have to bring artists to play together?
The first to die is not the art market itself, but art connoisseurs and the accompanying cultural circle itself, and then the secondary market such as museums.

In this brand-new order, more aggressive capital needs artworks that can better demonstrate their existence, rationality, and power, and this obviously takes time, and needs to be explored by new artists who have grown up under the new order. to cater.

If you have to count, perhaps the most successful new-generation artwork is Night City.

The reason for its existence, the various collisions and struggles during its construction, the conflicts between old and new immigrants after its completion, the mixture of smog and vitality, and the alternate display of hope and despair are all playthings in the hands of capital, and all of these are naked. Guoguo's display is undisguised to everyone. This is the artwork presented to the world in this era.

In contrast, those collected in the Metropolitan Museum may not last long, they can only represent history itself, and are called old things
Of course, the pair of "Sunflowers" is different, it is still invaluable, and even more valuable because the Van Gogh Museum in Amsterdam was destroyed by the war during the chaotic period of the corporate war, resulting in a significant reduction in the number of Van Gogh's surviving paintings.

Most of the treasures of the town hall collected by the Metropolitan Museum are still in the stage of preserving value, such as Monet's paintings, such as Gauguin's paintings, but only this "Sunflower" was exhibited on the third floor at that time, and the rest are all Fake, to fool tourists.

Tang Ji is a rough man, he can't understand the exquisite values ​​behind these works of art, he only knows that these things are right here, in his opinion, they are almost the same, he can only rely on the marked names one by one to judge which one is his looking for.

"Didn't hear the gunshots?" Mikkelsen ordered a cup of expensive coffee. This is Fifth Avenue, and everything is expensive, especially recently, there are some new things on the other side of the street, and the surrounding prices have increased by 20.00%.

"He may think that cutting down trees with a gun is a bit cheap." Wang Zhengdao looked at the coffee that Mikkelsen was serving as a treat, and it didn't seem like he was going to taste it at all. The price of the cup is 350 Federal currency, plus 50.00% risk service fee.

It is said that the money will be used to properly compensate the pickers who died and were injured when they ventured into the jungle to pick coffee beans. Wang Zhengdao is very straight-eyed. Haven't they heard the saying that there is no harm if there is no business?
What's more, he had watched the videos provided by Mikkelsen. To be honest, he didn't want to taste anything related to that forest.

"It's been a while, it's impossible for Brandon not to have any reaction." Mikkelsen enjoyed his coffee, watched Wang Zhengdao and Vicky staring at him all the time, and said, "Don't worry, here's The coffee beans come from Chile and have nothing to do with the forests over there, where no coffee beans grow at all."

Wang Zhengdao and Vicki breathed a sigh of relief, but Mikel said immediately: "But if I were you, I wouldn't try that cup of English black tea, which is indeed fresh tea picked from the forest."

Vicky looked down at her black tea and silently pushed it aside.

"So your avatar will follow us full-time from now on?" Wang Zhengdao asked a little unaccustomed.

"To be more precise, follow you. I plan to wait for a while before arranging people to follow Tang Ji, so as to ensure that the three of us can always be active." Mikkelsen said with a smile: "And you can directly use you Call me, my ability is difficult to explain to you, but you can treat me in front of you as the only Mikkelsen, and there is no distinction between us."

"After I return to the Ark Organization, do I need to take you with me to the meeting?" Wang Zhengdao began to have a headache. He knew that if Mikkelsen wanted to change the banner of the Ark Organization now, he had the ability.

But being with someone like Mikkelsen for 24 hours and leaving his back all the time?As soon as Wang Zhengdao thought of this scene, he became clever. He would rather stay here and help the green plants in Central Park to be pruned for free.

Just when Wang Zhengdao was thinking wildly, the whole forest seemed to shake, and the rippling black tea in the teacup proved that it was not his illusion just now.

In the next second, his eyes can also testify that it was not Wang Zhengdao's illusion. Just across the street, the roof of the Metropolitan Museum was suddenly lifted off like a boiling pressure cooker, and a large number of plants and vines were blocked from bottom to top. of the entire museum.

A few vines that looked thicker than a human were swaying majestically in mid-air. If you look carefully, you can still see Tang Ji adjusting his landing point in mid-air.

After thinking about it, Brandon's not-so-useful head felt that the problem could be solved by relying on size. A large number of powerful vines slowly accumulated strength along the underground passage dug long ago, and then attacked decisively, knocking out the enemy in one fell swoop. Walk.

It's not that Brandon didn't want to use cruel means to deal with Tang Ji, but he was frightened by the inexplicable injuries he suffered before, and he just wanted to use a relatively gentle method to bounce people off his territory.

But Tang Ji didn't intend to give him this face. He fell from a height of 40 meters, like a sharp sword, with flames directly, splitting the extraordinarily thick vine from head to tail.

Correspondingly, Brandon also experienced the counterattack of being slapped in the face by the vines, and the damage still appeared out of thin air, which caught Brandon off guard and had no ability to parry.

With the help of vines, Tang Ji, who fell back to the museum, looked at the mess all over the floor. The safe deposit boxes he had checked and the safe deposit boxes he hadn't checked were mixed together again. He was suddenly angry, and the flame of hatred was almost Doubled in size!
"Where is that pair of sunflowers?" Tang Ji shattered another tentacle after taking out three prelude shots, and asked loudly.

Brandon, who was concentrating on manipulating plants to fight back, sneaked a sneak peek at a certain painting he had collected in his lair, and a small vine gently swept it deeper into the collection.

Some people are not as close to nature as they appear to be.
Tang Ji solved the frenzy of plants in front of him, broke a "bloody road", jumped out from the side of the third floor near the central park, and then started running towards the center of the park.

For people like him, intuition is no longer simply planned as a simple field of psychological suggestion, it is more like a proof of being loved by the will of the world, and it is a benign extension of the ability to rage.
In short, in this regard, Tang Ji and Kang Orr are very confident, so they coincidentally started to move in the same direction, and there, a vegetable person who is not so favored by the will of the world is looking for it in doubt. Traces of the invading enemy.

The whole forest is reminding him of the imminent danger, but the information fed back by the plants is always a second or two slower than the fury of a full sprint
　PS: Tang Ji’s opinion on artworks does not represent the author, EMMM, it is mainly an enhanced description that is more in line with Tang Ji’s education and experience~
　　
　
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