I give the world destruction and new life

Graf Walker, newcomer, first-timer, new generation, the youngest known new player, there are many similar titles, but he doesn't like them all.

Graf Walker is one hundred and one years old this year, but in terms of temperament and experience, he looks more like 19 years old.

He's just been kicked out of the City of Glory, but he has almost no memory of the city that has consumed him for 100 years.

Graf Walker was empty and confused. He could understand what happened to him, but he didn't know why. He knew where he was assigned to live, but he didn't know where he was now.

He knows where to get food, but not what it is. He knows a lot of things, mostly about this world, and a small part about how to survive.

There was no sky above his head, and the city had no boundaries, as if it was infinite, but the people around him were full of hostility. He had been away from Glory City for a whole year, but he only exchanged a word with people every three days on average.

People are so apathetic and don't seem to have any patience for their surroundings, or other people.

Graf Walker often sits alone on the streets of the city. There are straight and wide roads here, but few things pass by here.

He always felt empty here, as if something was missing.

Graf Walker is a lucky one. He got the chance to become a Descendant just a few months after he left Glory City, but he let this chance go to ashes.

Members of the Taha Gang who have been lurking in the outside world and have not been exposed, like Yom Rain, are gradually returning to Paris as volunteers.

"Obey, sir!" Yom Lane saluted exaggeratedly, turned around and started walking along the wall in the direction the soldier said.

Mrs. Generosity, who holds a higher level of authority, has always had a soft spot for this city, so she simply took advantage of her authority to change the mission system of the Paris SAR.

Therefore, the top leaders of the Gauls showed unimaginable efficiency and disregard for their own people in the special zone.

Yom Lane looked forward, and found that inside the wall, a dozen poor Parisians were resting against the wall, with a few ladders scattered beside it, and a car parked close to the wall. Serve as a starting point there.

"Welcome to Paris!" The cold gray door-shaped robot has the functions of armed guards and security checks. When Yom Rain passed through the crotch of the door-shaped robot, the soldiers standing on the high platforms on both sides just looked coldly. looked at him.

This is the seventh month that he has been wandering aimlessly on the street, and no one has ever initiated a conversation with him.

On that day, everything in Paris was normal. Even the number of criminal cases did not increase, and remained stable at the level of Gotham.

"Go south, you'd better stay away from here and find a place to go down." The soldier looked nervously at the ruins of buildings on the other side of the wall that had collapsed due to terrain changes: "There is a group of unknown armed men on the opposite side, I guess they must understand It's not your choice, so am I."

"Wait, I found out that his identity information is fake!" The drone pilot once again asked the headquarters to check the identity of Yom Ryan because of the other party's performance. . Ryan recognized.

Graf Walker was full of inexplicable fear of the behemoth behind the door. He had hoped countless times that he would have the courage to walk into that door, go to another world, take risks, and create legends.

However, the moment he really stood in front of the gate, Graf Walker couldn't help shivering, his heartbeat kept accelerating, as if he was about to jump out of his chest, and the inexplicable fear drove him to leave here.

While there are subsidies and free housing, expecting volunteers to fill up Paris is a joke.

"Go forward, don't stay where you are." The soldier on the high platform warned him, the muzzle of his gun was lowered, and he didn't make any further moves.

Because the builders of the Wailing Wall never considered installing doors on the wall, the Gaul military, who dared not change the main body of the wall without authorization, could only use this simple elevator to transport people in and out.

Graf Walker turned his head to look at the dead city, and finally mustered up the courage to walk through the gate.

"Publisher: Paris Law Enforcement Bureau (novice task)
》Quest request: Find the Separatists who are destroying the city, turn them to the nearby law enforcement station, or kill them, or whatever you like, they are yours
"Mission Difficulty: Green~Red (Most Separatists don't have the ability to threaten you, but if they have guns, the situation is completely different)

Not far ahead is the new landmark building in Paris - the Wailing Wall in Paris. A whole row of automatic registration desks placed under the awning look like soldiers being inspected, neat and uniform.

"This way, there's a back door!" Yom Lane held a gun in one hand and lowered a child's head with the other so that he could climb over the window. He was covering a group of armed civilians entering District [-].

"Yom Ryan, a third-level hydropower engineer, has signed a volunteer agreement, passed the identity verification, and is a non-superhuman immigrant. You are welcome to become a part of the special zone!" The cold unmanned registration desk tortured Yom with a synthetic voice .Ren's ear: "It has not been found that you have a fixed property in Paris, and it is being automatically allocated."

The people in the [-]th District back then also gradually trusted the Taha Gang under internal and external pressure. Compared with that time, this is just a more [-]th District.

The thirteenth district has left many secret passages in the surrounding districts. It was originally intended to allow people from the thirteenth district to smuggle to Paris, but now it's just the opposite.

On the third day when Yom Lane entered the special zone, some players had already entered the promised land that Mikkelsen had promised them.

Yom Lane waved his hand at the drone, before turning around and walking into the city.

More than [-] players were dropped into the Paris District. Although it is far inferior to the Roseville District in terms of density alone, the situation of the Parisians is even more special. They are all civilians who are not psychologically prepared.
In this way, the players regard all Parisians driving towards the Wailing Wall as separatists on the street, and the humor is that they really are.

Compared with the Federal District of Roseville, the Gauls obviously did not pack too much into the District, and the whole process seemed cold.

It's a pity that Boyle Taha didn't know much about the player after all, and miscalculated the player's audacity.

"Warning: This mission prohibits massacres to obtain rewards

"Isn't that right? It's an authentic taste of old Paris." Yom Rein felt comfortable after laning against the human limit. He found a random place, gestured to the drone, and immediately a medium-sized drone flew over. A rope hung down and sent him to the ground.

Because just before twelve o'clock last night, the Paris Law Enforcement Bureau issued a temporary state of emergency for the citizens of the city, requiring all citizens to stay at home and not to go out.

The main force in charge of defending the fence is of course the drones, and there is only one soldier standing guard every 200 meters, and most of the soldiers have ugly faces.

With the end of the speech, the half-person-high light board on the top of the registration desk suddenly lit up, and a small elevator fell from the top of the Wailing Wall. A soldier on it waved to him: "Stand up, and close the door!"

Calling back the elites of the Taha Gang who are wandering outside, dispersing them in the special zone, and indoctrinate them at the right time will soon expand the reputation of the Taha Gang and eventually transform the entire [-]th arrondissement of Paris.

The outside world regards Paris as a victim. Only the Taha Gang, after a short discussion, quickly decided that this was an opportunity.

Boyle Taha has the foresight that is currently scarce in Gaul. He knows how to advance and retreat, understands trade-offs, and is extremely adaptable.

Wolfgang's previous reckless behavior has helped the Gauls solve all their troubles. There are more than 100 million slow-witted idiots in the special zone. What volunteers are needed, right?
The Gaul gentlemen feel that what happened in the special zone, suppressed by the media and controlled by the Internet, can be fooled in three or two years. What the unlucky ones should bear has nothing to do with them.

But obviously he made a wrong calculation, the road to the company was always empty, and the few fellows he could see walked into the door with a more indifferent attitude.

With the release of the new mission, Paris became a battlefield the next day.

Yom Ryan just walked out of the failure to realize his wish, boarded the elevator dejectedly, closed the safety door, and waited for this big toy to pull him up.

But he always backs off at the last minute.
And all of this will be completely changed today, Graf Walker vowed that he must walk through that door today!
He was fed up with his own world, that oppressive atmosphere was everywhere, pressing on him from all directions, as if trying to suffocate him to death!
Graf Walker strode toward the company in strides. The road was as quiet as ever, and it seemed that the city was empty, as if he was the only one living here.

"Stop, stand still and don't move!" The soldiers seemed a little nervous. They had just had a firefight with a group of menacing Parisians last night. Throw a few Molotov cocktails at them at the back of the building.

Although there were no casualties, it can be seen from this alone that the people inside and outside the wall have completed their role substitution overnight, at least the troublemakers in Paris have been fully involved in the play, they have been involved from the first second. Put yourself in the role of the rebel.

"It wasn't so tall yesterday. I swear." Yom Ryan could hear the voices of the people below, and followed the sentence: "It's alive and growing every day, fool!"

"He's a high-ranking member of the Taha gang, and we have to pass the information to." The drone pilot stopped, and he suddenly realized that whatever the other party's intentions were when they returned to Paris, it had nothing to do with them.

Knowing that he couldn't do anything, his first reaction was to let the Taha Gang learn as much as possible from it and grow stronger.

"Sorry, because the statistics in the special zone have not been completed, the allocation cannot be made. Please wait for the statistics to be completed and reapply." The synthetic voice at the registration desk broke Yom Ren's fantasy, and continued: "Your accommodation has been arranged in Kalei Yar Hotel, you can report to District [-] with valid documents, I wish you a happy life."

[Task: Clear the separatists in the city]

Yom Ryan's taunts drew a burst of scolding that could be included in textbooks, and it wasn't until a soldier came over to tell him to get out of here that Yom left here unsatisfied, intending to find a suitable place to go in.

He is a key member of the Taha Gang and has participated in many firefights with the Gaul law enforcement forces. found a way to leave.

However, Yom Ryan can understand that no matter who it is, facing a group of unscrupulous people who take 130 days off every year and take strikes as their job is not much better.

It seems that people leave their living places just to fill their stomachs, and then return to their own small space again to compete with time.

Those Parisians who ignore the ban and embrace the mentality of confrontation are not the favor of the separatist forces.
It took only one day for the players to let the Parisians know what a ban is and what a player is.

Yom Rain waved his fist excitedly. He didn't expect that he would own a house in downtown Paris one day.

But when he thought of the long queues on the street every time it was time for food supplies, he knew that was not the case, maybe those empty eyes were hiding behind the buildings looking at him
This kind of imagination made Graf Walker involuntarily quicken his pace. He kept hinting to himself that it was nothing but a stupid door.

> Caveats: Transhumans exist among the Separatists (they are both a risk and an opportunity)
"Rewards: comprehensive points (you can exchange for clothing, weapons, food, water and other items you need in Law Enforcement Bureau, ECS Bureau and other departments by consuming points)

Graf Walker has been to the company a few times, with anticipation and hope, to meet and talk to some more dynamic people.

Boyle Taha's strategy hadn't even had time to be implemented, and the entire Paris District ushered in a storm-like cluster of players.

The Taha gang has faced players head-on before, with heavy losses and impressive impressions, but this time, the number of players is much larger and there are no more allies.

The Paris Law Enforcement Bureau and the ECS Bureau branch have become decorations. Yom Renn ventured to stay in the lobby of the Law Enforcement Bureau before, only to find that the law enforcement officers inside were helping those superhumans wear body armor.

The ECS Bureau simply left the building empty, not a single ghost was left behind.

Yom Ryan doesn't know what the future will hold, but he is now planning to return to District [-] and have a private talk with Boyle. He has learned some news about the world situation through a few reliable friends, the Taha Gang , now it's time to stand in line.