I give the world destruction and new life

Chapter 502 Cooperation?

"Report of abnormal changes in mainstream crops? Why does this kind of thing appear on my desk?" Makarian looked at his great pioneer Paulina and asked, "Does this kind of thing have anything to do with us?"

"The think tanks of multiple naturalized forces believe that this is the beginning of Tangji Mikkelsen Group's preparations for the doomsday war. These crops are resistant to radiation, and at the same time they are easy to grow and have a large yield." Paulina Ku Bella is now considered a qualified big pioneer. For the benefit of the pioneers, she violated Makarian's orders several times in a row, which made her have a very high reputation among the pioneers, and she has made up for it. Cathy Walter left blank.

"According to our investigation, the final products of these crops are difficult to swallow in taste, but they are rich in nutrition." Paulina continued: "The naturalists believe that this is a means of expelling the descendants. This world loses its exploration value."

"If the aborigines can eat, then the players can eat. They don't come here to eat." Makarian frowned, thinking in his heart that this was indeed a blind spot.

He himself is very satisfied with the food culture of this world. This is the first modern world developed by the company. From the perspective of productivity, the food culture of this world is destined to be better than those worlds they have experienced before. Much more colorful.

Perhaps because of the undigested Beef Wellington in his stomach, Makarian asked, "How long has this crop been secretly promoted?"

"For at least a year, they have been implying that these foods are good for human health, and at the same time can increase the probability of awakening." Paulina actually doesn't care much about this kind of thing, because she probably won't be able to eat the fruits of these flooded crops up.

But because of her responsibility for her job, she has the responsibility to remind Makarian of the changes in the world line.

This kind of situation is actually very difficult to see in the world they pioneered in the past. This is a quick response unique to civilization in the information age.

Bah!
The bullet hit the metal chip on the table before it slid off, and the rebound hit the cowboy in the face, killing him simply.

"Didyal Hoover?" A few men in black suits with earbuds broke through the entanglement of the bodyguards and asked behind Didyal Hoover.

Many viewers in front of the TV subconsciously closed their eyes, but they heard a click in their ears, the sound of an empty gun.

The car with the photo taken by the FBAS bureau drove less than two kilometers, and turned into a large parking lot. The agent sitting next to Didier Hoover suddenly gave him a sedative, and then a dimensional door opened appeared in front of the car.

"I'm sorry Boss Weaver, the venue has been swept up twice this month." The black man faltered and explained: "People from the FBAS bureau also came once. They were looking for you, and they called the law enforcement officers to make trouble."

The cowboy confidently copied the prelude, pointed it at his temple, and pulled the trigger continuously. The sound of the empty chamber stimulated the adrenaline of all the audience in front of the TV through the radio, and this increase was five times.

Makarian had to face up to these needs, because these player organizations waved their resources in other worlds and shouted: Take my money, give me what I want, now!

"Here is a list. We need these elements on the list. There will be collaborators with confidential identities to help us get these people. You and the door team will take care of the transfer." Makarian put an old-fashioned mobile phone with mechanical buttons They pushed it together: "This is the only way to contact the other party, just wait for the call, don't take the initiative to contact the other party."

"Paulina, come in one more time." After weighing briefly, Makarian decided not to exclude the Blazers from the plan for the time being. This was his last chance for them.

It took less than a year from concept transfer to physical promotion, but the actual planting area has exceeded a quarter of the world's graded cultivated land.

The number of players is increasing day by day, and the total number has exceeded 7000, but the names on the death list are getting longer and longer, and more and more news about Tang Ji is undercurrent among the new player groups.

They even have enough manpower to suppress the Seven Deadly Sins of Gluttony, Greed and Envy with absolute power.

These days, it's not easy for superhumans to make money. Gone are the days when he robbed money in the casino. Now this kind of thing that is closer to a close-up magic show is just a means of making a living.

"The visitor is a guest, so you should come first." The man named Didier Hoover smiled humbly. He is the most famous lucky boy in Las Vegas after Mr. Lucky. A casino has been blacklisted, but this does not affect his gambling.

Not long ago, players launched continuous attacks on several LV3 superhumans, trying to capture them as bodies, but all of them failed.

They're all fucking high-level super-human tough characters, and half of them you can find jokes about on the TV news.

Because it was too impossible, Makarian decided to use this important but dispensable demand to test the originally impossible collaborator.

"Didiyar! You can't win every time, even if you're a superhuman." The man in the denim costume looked at his opponent frantically, and put a finger through the trigger guard of the prelude revolver, letting the The prelude spins at high speed, and during the spin, fills a bullet into the cylinder in a fancy way, and suddenly slaps the prelude on the table: "You first, me first?"

"Mr. Markarian." Paulina Kubera reappeared, with the same respectful expression on her face, and it was not at all apparent that she was neglecting his direct orders in private.

You must know that at the beginning of the wave, the scavengers generally capture the ferrites at a ratio of twelve to one to prevent any accidents.

"This is a warning. I won't be so easy to talk to next time." Carsten Weaver checked the handed-in number, and left gracefully with his schoolbag on his back.

Judging from the information, conventional weapons have no effect on such super creatures. In fact, there is no need to confirm this. They even used the extreme power of this world to deal with Tang Ji, but everyone knows the final result.

"Okay, I understand." Paulina didn't show any curiosity, but calmly put away the documents and mobile phone.

Didier Hoover picked up the prelude nonchalantly, casually pointed it at his temple, as if he didn't realize that this was a surefire shot, and pulled the trigger.

A car followed Carsten Weaver, but it seemed that the driver and Weaver were old acquaintances: "Carsten, are you a big shot now?"

"It's up to me now." Didier Hoover's prelude to the opponent, he dragged it against the table at will, and the bullet nest was spinning rapidly under the tremendous force, and he had already aimed at his temple, just like the opponent before What he did, quickly and decisively pulled the trigger five times, and threw the prelude directly back into the opponent's arms: "It's your turn."

Of course, this blame cannot be completely borne by him. The entire pioneer team is inseparable. They single-handedly accelerated the emergence of the wave of superhumans, but failed to keep up with the rhythm of the wave in time and constantly update and upgrade their body reserves.

"Very well, I see, let's go down." Makarian gave the order to see off the guests, and he sighed alone.

Carsten Weaver was walking in an alley with a big schoolbag full of cash, but Weaver was obviously not very satisfied. He looked at a black subordinate with a stern look on his face: "That's all? I sent Are you here for charity?"

"You mean, I've affected your business!?" Carsten Weaver's voice rose three times like a knife, torturing the big black man's heart.

"It's your turn, lucky one!" The cowboy pushed the prelude to Didier Hoover, who has only one chance left and will definitely be inspired, with a sarcastic smile on his face. He is also a superhuman, good at details Observe, the seemingly fancy movements before, in fact, every step is affecting the position of the bullet in the cylinder, so as to ensure that you can do what you are doing now.

The abilities of high-level superhumans are changing with each passing day, and Makarian has to admit that he underestimated the potential of superhumans in this world at the beginning.

This is not an adjective. Carsten Weaver can turn his voice into a weapon. The big black man knelt on the ground amidst his yelling, his face full of pain.

How should he deal with a rage at the LV3 stage?Although they don't have relevant data on this stage of rage, they have kept this stage of bulimia in captivity for a long time, and they have relatively rich information.

The currently known seven original sins are almost all in the camp of Tangji Mikkelsen. Superhumans have widened the gap.

"We are agents of the FBAS Bureau. We need your assistance on a mission. You have been temporarily recruited." The agent showed his ID and took Didier Hoover away.

Now, quickly improving the high-quality body of players has become the number one problem for Makarian. There are nearly twenty player organizations. After several failures, they submitted a list to him, which is full of what they want Wanted, but can't get the body.

"None of your shit, don't mess with me!" Carsten Weaver angrily threw his schoolbag on the other shoulder.

This advantage was not broken until they met Tang Ji, the wrath of the seven original sins, and more and more body warehouses were contributed, and a large amount of body loss could not be replenished, so that players at this stage To enter the game, you need to wait in line for when the body will be. Few players are willing to accept the difficulty of starting as a mortal.
Unknowingly pinning the source of the problem to Tang Ji again, Makarian threw the report on the table in a fit of anger.

Even yesterday, Makarian would have regrettably put this requirement on the back-to-do list, but now, he has a brand new choice
A seemingly impossible option suddenly expanded his space for activities in this world.

what happened?
Didier Hoover's opponent also stared wide-eyed. He snatched back the prelude in disbelief, opened the cylinder to check, and found that the bullet was still inside.

"Stop complaining, the ballistic design is done by yourself, this is your share, happy cooperation." Didier Hoover shook hands with the other party, turned and sat in front of the makeup remover mirror and sighed.

It was also from then on that the morale of the Blazers completely collapsed, forcing Makarian to slowly expand the number of players through refueling tactics.

Such an exciting program certainly got a lot of ratings, and the audience and advertisers were very satisfied, except for the superhuman who played the cowboy, who was complaining behind the scenes that there was a problem with the angle of the bullet this time, which injured his cheekbone , requiring more healing needles to heal.

Under the pressure of objective existence and in front of the cameras of the media reporters, the cowboy finally aimed his gun at himself in despair, and then suddenly raised his hand to try to kill Didier Hoover, but the moment she fired, Didier Hoover Dial has kicked over the table first.

Paulina had only eaten this kind of thing once, and she made up her mind to prevent the other party from destroying the ecology of this world.

"It's me, are you?" Didier Hoover stood up and looked at these agents with some doubts: "Is there any trouble?"

The two agents held Didier Hoover in this way, threw him into the dimension gate, and then replied in the communicator: "Target No. [-] has been delivered."

The second name on the list, Carsten Weaver, is a street fighter with a lot of bad deeds, his awakening is definitely an ironclad proof that God doesn't open his eyes.

As it is now, as long as he stands in the spotlight, he is never short of challengers.

The cowboy's face turned pale immediately, and the hand holding the prelude was full of veins, as if he was considering the possibility of shooting Didier Hoover directly, but several bodyguards around him who were also superhuman appeared appropriately, giving Cowboys put pressure.

The first name on the list is Didier Hoover, a well-known superhuman who has been in the limelight recently, known as the Child of Destiny.

But a ball of yellow gel suddenly smeared on his face. A man in a suit holding a paintball gun came out from the corner. A passerby who had just passed Carsten Weaver also turned around to help. Several people He pressed Carsten Weaver to the ground, stepped on the back of his head with his feet, so that he could not make any sound, tied him up, stuffed him into the car, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The car drove through the streets like this. The FBAS agent in the back seat carefully cleaned the gel in Carsten Weaver's nostrils, and inserted a thin breathing tube to prevent him from suffocating. .

"Surely he won't come back again? Otherwise, I'm dead." The local law enforcement officer who had attracted Carsten Weaver's attention before confirmed again.

"Don't worry." The agent of the FBAS bureau nodded, and reported through the communicator: "Director, the No. [-] target is in hand, let's open the door."

(End of this chapter)