I give the world destruction and new life

The Eye of the Sky space station was forcibly occupied, like a loud slap on the face of the Rothschild family. The information advantage they are proud of was pressed to the ground by Mikkelsen. The technological forces that depend on it, He was punched by Tang Ji from the surface to the ground rail.

The loss of the space station was like a bucket of ice water poured on the head, instantly making the Rothschilds realize their status.

Of course, at least now, in less than 5 minutes after the eye of the sky was lost, the Rothschilds who were still active on the earth were completely unaware that the catastrophe was approaching.

They still enjoy the advantages and status brought by the family blood in all walks of life, and because of the continuous improvement of Phoenix City's progress, they are increasingly unwilling to cover up.

Before this, the personal information of the Rothschilds was all hidden behind the information curtain, and it was difficult for even ghosts to find these people.

But at this time, Feng Shui took turns, and the ghosts not only took away most of their rights from the Eternal Council through the existing key, but also blocked the communication permissions of the council members in reverse.

Mikkelsen didn't even bother to send someone to arrest those flesh-and-blood Rothschild members. He just sent an address to everyone through the internal channels of the Rothschild family and with the authority of the Eternal Council, asking them to catch up within three hours. Now, you can wait for this group of pretentious guys to throw themselves into the trap.

Of course, in order to finally humiliate the members of these Celestial Beings, Mikkelsen set the address at the Afterlife Bar.

On the one hand, the name is auspicious, on the other hand, this place was rebuilt from a hospital mortuary, and has all kinds of facilities, especially convenient for garbage disposal.

Theodore Rothschild was the first family member to arrive in Night City. His pseudonym Theodore Weiser was lurking as a senior management member of the Huntington Industrial Group, and his main responsibility was to monitor the naturalized people. Activities within the group.

This time, he was inspecting the port in San Diego, not far from Night City, and suddenly received an urgent message from the family council, asking him to go to the Night City Bar to discuss matters.

As a member of the family, Theodore must obey the orders of the family council unconditionally, so he rejected all the entertainment and rushed to this afterlife bar as quickly as possible.

Well, Theodore began to feel confused about the direct order of the parliament this time, he had never been to such a 'sloppy' place in his life.

The huge space is filled with all kinds of vulgar decorations, and the transparent compartments full of cheap feeling look like the windows used to display animals in the zoo.

Theodore frowned and walked in the empty bar, looking a little dazed. He looked at the sofa in the booth and the chairs in front of the bar, but he couldn't find a suitable place for him to sit.

Together with the bar itself, although the metal bar is more than 20 meters long, it is full of scratches and invisible oil stains, so Theodore doesn't want to get close at all.

Moreover, the place is empty, only the most basic lighting provides light, and there is no one there. When Theodore Rothschild walked by, he could even hear his own footsteps echoing here.

He took out the dedicated communication device again, checked the mailbox, and made sure that he had read the address correctly and that there was no new message, so he found the cleanest-looking chair and sat down.

"You're the first customer, what do you want to drink?" The bartender who suddenly appeared was wearing a ginger suit and looked as weird as this bar. He startled Theodore. When did he appear?

"Don't be nervous, the business hours haven't arrived, so it looks a bit empty, believe me, it will be lively soon." Mikkelsen said with a smile: "I never lie."

Theodore impatiently took out his wallet from his pocket, took out a stack of hundred-dollar bills and threw them on the bar: "Leave me alone, as long as you keep quiet, these are yours."

Mikkelsen smiled and made a jerk motion around his mouth, reached out and took the money on the bar, and shrugged his shoulders, as if to say: Your loss.

Theodore sighed, and flicked his fingers impatiently on the bar counter. Time passed by every minute and every second. Four or ten minutes later, two men and women walking together and wearing neo-kitsch style costumes walked in.

In just a second, Theodore and the other party were sure that they were outsiders who did not belong here.

But the neo-kitsch couple had no intention of communicating with Theodore at all. Like Theodore, they looked at half of the bar with critical eyes, and finally chose a transparent box that was the least mediocre in their hearts. go in.

In a bar with no waiters and no music, there is only one weird bartender and three equally weird customers. The whole bar is silent, as quiet as a morgue.

Theodore tapped his fingers on the table faster, instinctively, he felt something was wrong with this matter today.

But the order from the family council was like a mountain, weighing on his heart.

The Rothschild family has distinct levels, and most members enjoy high welfare benefits from birth to adulthood, but there is not much communication between members themselves, they just obey the orders from the family council.

Later, more and more people walked into this bar, and all of them had one characteristic, that is, they looked incompatible with this bar.

Theodore even saw a few familiar family members in it, but the atmosphere in the bar was very depressed at this time, so he didn't rush to say hello.

But an obvious fact is right in front of you, that is, everyone in the bar is a member of the Rothschild family.

They are all blood relatives.

Theodore sat here for five hours, and people still walked into the bar one after another, and then he saw his father, old Theodore Rothschild, also walked into the bar.

Theodore's eyes widened. His father had been retired for many years and had been enjoying his old age in a farm in South America. He hadn't contacted the outside world for almost 15 years, and now he appeared here in a suit and leather shoes.

He hurried forward and guided his father to sit beside him.

Under the maintenance of money and rights, old Theodore didn't look old at all. Looking at the relatives around him, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, although he was relieved.

He sat next to Little Theodore, didn't say much, just snapped his fingers to the bartender played by Mikkelsen, pointed to a bottle of vodka printed in Russian and said: "Two glasses of cold brew, big one, thank you .”

"Good taste." Mikkelsen gave a thumbs up, skillfully found out two large cups, a bottle of pure vodka will be enough for two cups, and then put the cups into the air conditioner, the low temperature instantly makes the cups The liquid became a bit viscous, and then pushed the glass towards two customers in the corner of the bar.

The rubbing sound of wine glasses across the metal bar counter became the harshest sound in the entire bar, just like the ringing of bells before the end of the era.

The old Theodore smiled and patted the young Theodore on the shoulder, signaling him to drink together. The relationship between them was very weak. Apart from the blood relationship, the Rothschilds of Theodore Jr.'s generation were all taken care of by artificial intelligence. grown up.

The two people have been together for less than five years, but at this moment, old Theodore still feels a sting.

"Cheers, son!" Old Theodore called the other party's son for the first time. Little Theodore was a little surprised, but he still raised his glass and drank it in one gulp.

Then he coughed violently. He had never tried such a pungent spirit in his life, and his exquisite and healthy living habits did not bring him a stomach that could withstand this low-temperature drinking method.

But old Theodore lifted the other's glass with his fingers and watched him half-forced down the full glass of vodka.

He looked around, roughly counted the heads, then turned to look at the bartender: "It's almost there."

"It's almost there." Mikkelsen nodded, and more than a dozen Mikkelsen walked in one after another outside the door, and some of them were holding men and women who looked restless.

When these people walked into the afterlife bar, all the Rothschilds realized that something was wrong, but no matter how hard they pressed the button representing the need for rescue, there was no response.

"I'm sorry, there will always be a few smart people who will find out my negligence, otherwise this will be a quiet and elegant funeral, worthy of the name of the Rothschild family." Mikkelsen looked at Old West with deep apology. Odo: "Of course, it's not all my fault. If they are as reasonable as you, the scene will be much better."

Old Theodore smiled wryly, looked at his son whose eyes were already blurred, and said again: "There is no room for relaxation?"

Mikkelsen held a patterned pistol in his hand and elegantly twisted the silencer and shook his head: "This world has given you more than one chance, I suggest you have another drink."

"I installed a pair of prosthetic livers, so I won't get drunk." Old Theodore smiled wryly: "But it would be nice to have another drink."

"The same?" Mikkelsen left the pistol on the bar, as if he couldn't see the weird atmosphere in the bar, poured another glass of cold-brew vodka and handed it to old Theodore, while holding the other glass in his hand .

"To Rothschild, and to myself." Old Theodore raised his glass to Mikkelsen, and then he continued to drink.

puff!
Mikkelsen raised his hand and fired a shot. The bullet penetrated the bottom of the glass, passed through the spirits, and pierced old Theodore's head. Then he also raised his glass: "To all mankind."

To all mankind.

This is the beginning slogan. Mikkelsen took out the same pistols from their arms, one by one, from the front, from the back, from the side, and killed these men and women one by one in the form of execution. Leftovers, blood flowed into rivers.

The blood on the floor of the afterlife bar even flowed out of the bar door along the crack of the door.

This is the end of the Rothschild family, at least within the scope of the earth, the end of biology. All carbon-based life that inherited this surname have been wiped out from this planet.

According to the information queried by the ghost, on the Phoenix, there is also a vault that stores the genetic information of the Rothschild family.

Mikkelsen is beyond his reach now, so he can only temporarily keep it in his heart.

Eyes in the Sky space station.

Under the guidance of Mikkelsen, Tang Ji controlled the 22 natural employees.

They are basically loyal members of the Rothschild family. In addition, they did not witness Tang Ji's physical assault on the space station, nor did they know the news that the Eternal Council had been exiled. When they first saw it, they tried to resist in vain, resulting in three deaths and seven result of injury.

All these loyal members had never experienced Tang Ji-style negotiations before, and the loyalty engraved in their bones was abruptly dug out with blood and death, and they seemed extremely cooperative at this time.

"Over the years we have been using the shadow of the ROSS II space station as a cover to keep the orbit synchronized. Although it has been abandoned, the main structure is still intact. We secretly repaired the emergency escape module on it." An engineer can't stand it Under Tang Ji's pressure, they revealed their escape window.

"Wait a minute, I need some time to check the data." Mikkelsen stared at the sunshine in Hawaii, waiting for the ghost's query results, and then gave feedback to Tang Ji, who was freezing in outer space: "The ROSS II space station is indeed equipped with an escape capsule module. , but when the Maozi evacuated, it was almost at the end of its service life, and now the space station has been in orbit for almost 14 years, and no one knows what's going on inside."

"I swear, we really fixed the emergency escape module!" The engineer swore.

Tang Ji intends to believe the other party, because the armed machines controlled by the ghost can kill the staff inside the space station at any time, and they really don't seem to have the aura of preferring death to surrender.

Of course, even without those killing machines, the ghosts can dispose of these staff at any time. All modules with life support systems in the space station are disposable, and the Eternal Council has guarded against these people from the very beginning.

It is very close from the Eye of the Sky to the ROSS II space station. They are almost flying together. The straight-line distance between the two nearest points is only 52 meters. The Eternal Council uses extra computing power to accurately ensure that the two big guys will not collide. .

A few minutes later, under the control of the ghost, a hook lock extended outwards and connected to the space of ROSS II. Tang Ji, wearing the space suit he had just requisitioned, entered the interior of ROSS II along the hook lock.

Most of the cabins on the deserted ROSS II had lost their airtightness. Tang Ji ignored the scenery along the way and found what the engineer said was the escape cabin module.

As he said, there are indeed traces of repairs here, and the external battery board provides the minimum power maintenance for the survival cabin.

Tangy couldn't read the Russian instructions, but Mikkelsen could. He described to Tangy in detail how wild and unreliable the escape equipment was.

In principle, it really requires Tangy to jump from orbit, break through the atmosphere, and fall into the sea, but with a shell on the outside