I give the world destruction and new life

Chapter 554
The conflict between the player and the soldiers happened suddenly, but Tang Ji was not surprised. Before the conflict broke out, his perception had already included everyone in his perception system.

He knows the position and movement of every player, every soldier, and even every onlooker around him.

He saw the players rushing up one after another, without any anger in his heart. On the contrary, most of the players had a sense of satisfaction from unwrapping presents and the excitement of a well-deserved death.

They will cheer because they have successfully released their abilities, and they will be happy that they have caused damage to the soldiers. If anyone can kill a soldier, everyone will scream excitedly and feel full of participation.

In the hearts of the soldiers, there was anger contained in fear. Most of this anger was directed at the attackers in front of them, and some of them were directed at the staff headquarters far behind.

Tang Ji fiddled with these angers lightly, and he strengthened the former, making the soldiers more angry, but not burning their reason.

Appropriate anger made them more fierce and brave, and a round of counterattack broke out because of this.

A four-person team even blasted through a wall and rushed in directly under the cover of precision shooters, trying to show some color to this group of players who dared to attack them.

Tang Ji rated the performance of this group of soldiers with seven points out of ten. Mikkelsen at least equipped these soldiers with sufficient technical equipment to allow them to easily deal with the strange attacks of low-level superhumans.

A wounded soldier was dragged back from the front line by his teammates. A mass-produced version of the treatment injection was stuck in the wound, and the wound soon stopped bleeding.

That thing was also produced by the Lost Mountain base. They cloned a batch of gluttonous biomass in a limited amount, and used nano-swarms as inhibitors, so that these healing injections can quickly heal wounds, without allowing the gluttonous biological information to stay for a long time. In living organisms, there is continuous reproduction.

Tang Ji leaned against the wall, blocked the wind with the back of his hand, and lit a tree of life for himself. Maybe because he was in a good mood, he threw one to Rickard.

"I don't smoke." Rickard held this sentence in his heart and didn't dare to say it out. After all, he was facing the legendary rage, and today he had offended the other party several times.

As the flame ignited, Rickard fell in love with this unique smell almost instantly. He felt as if his lungs had learned to breathe for the first time. Like poisonous air.

"What's this? I mean, what's this?" Rickard held up a cigarette and asked Tang Ji excitedly, like a relapsed drug addict.

"Don't take this as a habit, you are not qualified yet." Tang Ji turned around and walked into an alley with a cigarette in his mouth. He had seen enough, and he didn't care who won the battle there.

But the smell of the tree of life also attracted the peeps of some others.
"Hey, friend, I smell something new and I don't want to cause trouble." A backpacker hiding in the alley was bewitched by the smell, and blocked Tang Ji's face.

"No, you didn't." Tang Ji pushed him back to his corner, pinched his nose into a line with a little force with his fingers: "You can't smell anything."

The wailing of the backpackers instantly made several figures leave in a hurry in this small alley. In this city, if you want to live more securely than others, you have to try to take risks and take risks to get more supplies.

The backpacker lying on the ground kept rolling, he tried to breathe through his mouth, but his physical habits, driven by the pain, kept going against his will, which made his pain more intense.

Rickard looked at the backpacker and wondered if he had been dereliction of duty just now, but he could only pass the poor man and catch up with Tang Ji.

No one knew Tang Ji's purpose, and no one knew what he was thinking. He walked tirelessly in this city, as if he wanted to see the entire special zone.

Rickard followed Tang Ji and walked for a full fourteen hours. Their footsteps covered most of the urban area, from day to night.

Tang Ji finally stopped at the entrance of a bar that was still open. The place was brightly lit and lively, which was incompatible with the whole city.

Don't go in, don't go in, Rickard prayed behind Tang Ji, if he saw such a weird shop on the road, he would definitely not go in.

But obviously, Tang Ji is another kind of person, a completely different kind of person from him.

Tang Ji pushed the door straight and walked in. The loud music broke through the gate in an instant and resounded through half the street.

The bar is full of men and women, their ages are different, the span is very large, and the average person is dressed in random matching clothes.

This made Rickard feel that he had strayed into some kind of wizard gathering. These people were all wizards who were isolated from the world, and they picked a quiet place to drink and meet up.

However, that is something in a novel after all, and the reality is that these people are all players.

The whole bar fell into a moment of silence because of Tang Ji's sudden intrusion, but soon the players' whispers filled Rickard's ears.

Those eyes and whispers that seemed to be sizing up prey made Rickard feel like an animal in a zoo, and these people around him were thinking about which part of him was better.

At this time, Tang Ji was already sitting in front of the bar, threw his backpack heavily on the bar, and knocked over the wine glass of the guest next door.

"A glass of whiskey, add ice." Tang Ji's voice was indifferent, as if there was a serious disconnect with the whole world: "Turn down the music, it's too loud."

The bartender who wiped the glass with his back to Tang Ji was stunned for a few seconds when he heard his voice before turning around, revealing a familiar face of Tang Ji——

That face belonged to Corn Orr.

"Isn't this my old friend!" Kang Orr's enthusiastic tone instantly dispelled the chill brought by Tang Ji: "God witnesses, he is my old friend! I've bought all the drinks tonight!"

All the players cheered immediately, and the atmosphere of joy once again filled the entire bar. Rickard unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, and sat down in a corner away from Tang Ji, praying that he would not need to translate too much anger tonight .

Tanguy didn't ask why you're here with such nonsense, he wasn't even surprised to see that bastard Kang Orr here, it's just too reasonable for him to come here.

Kang Orr skillfully chiseled three square ice cubes for Tang Ji, made a water-cut whiskey, leaned over with a playful smile and asked, "You are such a rare visitor, I thought you would definitely make a drink when you came here. Something big is going on."

Tang Ji poured the wine in the glass on the ground and repeated again: "Whiskey, add ice."

Kang Orr didn't respond, but the player whose wine glass was knocked off just now asked aggressively, "Hi! Kang, is there any trouble?"

"It's none of your business, go away!" Kang Orr had a completely different face to the players, turned his head and smiled at Tang Ji again: "After all, the whole world knows that my friend has a bad temper, is it no?"

Con Orr casually took out an ice cube from the ice box and threw it into Tang Ji's glass, pushed the whole bottle of whiskey to him, and asked him to pour it himself: "What? Are you in a bad mood? Why are you so serious? See Look around, this is eternity!"

Tang Ji poured himself half a glass of wine, put it in front of his nose and smelled it, and tasted it slightly after confirming that there was no peculiar smell.

He's not afraid of the poison in the wine, but he's afraid that the bastard Con Orr has added something more disgusting to the wine. He's the kind of fun guy.

"You hurt me, my friend. I didn't expect you to have such an image of me! You are a genius!" Con Orr seemed to have been inspired by something, and stuffed a half bottle of champagne under the bar Take off your clothes.

Half a minute later, I shivered a bit, smashed some warm champagne bottles on the bar, and shouted: "Free champagne! Original goods from Gaul! Take what you want!"

The players who didn't know the so-called shouted Kang Orr long live again, and a group of earth leopards who had never seen the world just scrambled to share the champagne.

An exaggerated smile appeared on Kang Orr's face, and he added a finger to show off to Tang Ji: "I think I may be a little diabetic, is this a sweet treat for them?"

Even if he was furious, at this moment, facing a pervert like Kang Orr, he could only silently numb himself with alcohol.

"What are you doing here?" Tang Ji waited for ten seconds before finally asking his first question.

"What am I doing here?" Con Or raised his hands, as if he wanted to embrace the world: "Of course I'm here to have fun, otherwise?"

"The question is, what about you, what are you doing here?" Kang Orr moved closer again, and asked in a low voice, "Is there any news, let me know, nothing else, just want to have some fun."

"No comment." Tang Ji took out a [-] federal bill from his pocket and threw it on the bar: "You don't have to look for it."

"If you have to pay the bill, this amount is not enough." Con Or picked up the note and flicked it lightly, imitating Tang Ji's tone: "Whiskey, with ice, one thousand and twenty cups."

"No bargaining." Kang Orr added.

For a moment, Rickard had already started to roll up his sleeves. He felt that he had to work hard this time to translate all Tang Ji's anger.

But to his surprise, Tang Ji paid for it.

Tang Ji took out eleven hundred-yuan bills from his pocket again and threw them on the bar, and then walked out of the bar.

"Tsk, this doesn't hit me? I'm not happy and mature." Kang Or smiled and waved to Rickard: "I look forward to your next visit."

Rickard walked out of the bar with one step and three turns, leaving a very deep impression on the wine.

As a rage, Tang Ji was not touched by Kang Orr's provocation, at least not as much as the bar player.

He regarded them all as dead people, but for the former, he was still looking for a way to kill him completely, while for the latter, he temporarily postponed their death.

He'd promised that bastard Mikkelsen would just come and see and wouldn't ruin his plans.

And during the day, what Tang Ji saw was enough to prove that Mikkelsen did not waste Tang Ji's trust. He was indeed preparing for war and resistance.

Under the night, Tang Ji's figure was stretched very long, looking a little desolate.

He looked at the deserted road, at the abandoned buildings on both sides of the road, and the houses that used to be along the street are now all regarded as negative equity, because they are more likely to be attacked by players and affected by war.

On the contrary, those hidden deeper and higher-level residences are loved by the people of the special zone, and they appear to be safer.

Of course, there are still some people who simply lived in the basement, or went a step further and lived in the sewer pipes in order to avoid the sight of players and looters.

Tang Ji could feel his footsteps, which made the residents of Price Sewer panic. They covered their mouths nervously, as if they were worried that their breathing would attract attention.

That's how civilizations die, and they think they can hide forever, but the truth is they can't.

Humans can fight a very difficult war against invaders, even if they shed rivers of blood and turn their homes into wasteland, but they cannot fight a war that is destined to be impossible to win when they realize that the enemy they face will never When there is no way to kill, civilization will start to collapse and die.

But relying on Tang Ji to kill one by one, that is not a war, it is a street fight.

Therefore, when Mikkelsen couldn't increase the number of Tang Ji, the first way he thought of was to increase Tang Ji's lethality, and the scarlet disciples that appeared in the process were unexpected gains.

Tang Ji finally stopped walking. He picked the house closest to him with his backpack, opened the door and walked in.

It was finally over, Rickard heaved a sigh of relief, and followed quickly, but was rejected by Tang Ji: "I can rest, you can't."

Rickard looked at Tang Ji with some puzzlement, and then he heard the deep voice say to him: "Go and kill a player, whoever you choose as the target, and bring his head back to me."

Bring what's of him back to you?Rickard felt three question marks appear on his head, but what responded to him was the closed door and a sentence: "Before dawn, I want to see a head on my table, either the player's, Either it's yours, and you've got six hours."

Yes, it was the head, the head, he heard that right, Rickard heard it clearly now.

Before dawn, there must be a head on Tang Ji's table, so why can't it be him? Rickard shook his head vigorously, expelled these weird thoughts, and recognized the reality.

He will either kill a player tonight, or die outside, it's not difficult to understand, right?
Rickard's first thought was to go back to the bar and pick a target who didn't seem difficult, but he gave up this plan when he remembered the bartender's arrogance asking Tang Ji for the drink.

(End of this chapter)