I give the world destruction and new life

Chapter 612

The construction of the phased array nuclear explosion device is global. Although the team used for the final explosion core installation is only the one in Mikkelsen’s hands to keep it secret, many infrastructure projects are carried out simultaneously.

The construction team currently working in the Delhi Radiation Zone is code-named Titan. Their progress is fast, and everything is in order. Nuclear radiation storms, electromagnetic disturbances, earthquakes, and radiation rains are all in the pre-prepared plans. The experienced 'workers' are like a tacitly coordinated damage control death squad, completing 70.00% of the work with only two lives.

The remaining 20.00% five needs time to grind slowly, either involving seamless welding in a narrow space, in an flammable and explosive gas environment, or the work of static installation of a super-flat level
During this period of time, the prosthetic soldier regiment that was forced into the Delhi Radiation Zone also completed a thorough inspection of the area. Except for a few mutated organisms carrying gluttonous cells that were captured and packaged to the laboratory, all other active Organic matter is ruthlessly swept up.

Prosthetic soldiers are efficient, their thick carapace armor can carry a more comprehensive shield, they are relatively immune to the electromagnetic pollution of local chaos, and they are also very fast in the literal sense.

Under the deployment of Krenchikov's central nervous system, they stuck to the safety line and used time-sensitive elements recklessly. If a normal person saw the soldiers of this regiment performing tasks, he would definitely feel that his vision had problems. He could only I saw groups of fuzzy black shadows moving rapidly in front of my eyes.
The prosthetic soldiers may not be as fast as the Zephyr team back then, but [Bullet Time] from Sirte is a kind of time field after all, it can keep these high-speed moving objects from being affected by their original physical properties. Interact with the world in the state of hypertime flow.

Dr. Sian Weistein has given up further research on the physical properties of this time field, because it is not in the field of science to continue to study in depth, or in other words, the current rampant supernatural ability is essentially an anti-scientific thing.

This is a tendency and a trend. When education is no longer the most cost-effective investment for a person, it will naturally decline.

Before the scientific research center of the Lost Mountain Base was split up, those academic leaders generally expressed pessimistically when they held a meeting. Maybe this is the end of human beings in the field of science. What science can’t do, supernatural ability can do. It is an irresistible trend.

They can indeed rely on their ingenuity and the productivity evolved from ingenuity to mass-produce products such as prosthetic soldiers that combine modern science and supernatural abilities, but at what cost?
Every prosthetic soldier who can walk off the operating table alive is equivalent to a hand-polished Ferrari in the automotive industry. They are exquisite and graceful, and can represent the frontier field of automotive craftsmanship in aesthetics, but they are not universal. .

It took half a year for the Lost Mountain base 'Gods' to complete this project with Surte's [-]% cooperation, but how many superhumans have awakened in the whole world during these six months?
Countless!

However, their experience and time are limited. It's as if steam locomotives were competing with horse-drawn carriages when they entered the steam age. Steam locomotive, but steam locomotive is still the final victor.

The speed at which humans try to understand supernatural abilities cannot keep up with the speed at which superhumans themselves progress, which leads to the fact that humans will never be able to figure out what happened to them.

To make matters worse, there are players in this world
Wu Qianying may not be the smartest person in the world, but she is definitely one of the smartest people. She can easily see Mikkelsen's final plan from the clues, and so can other smartest people.

But all these people have tacitly kept silent on this matter. They occasionally use some metaphors to communicate their views on the 'Last Supper', but most of these views are choosing their own fate.

Some people, who were brave enough and tough enough, chose to continue on. Mikkelsen placed them in refuges in different areas, and temporarily silenced them as the seeds of civilization.

There are also some people, who are so nostalgic for this world and so fearful of the future, they have already lost their minds to continue walking towards the road planned by Mikkelsen, and they choose to be buried with the old world.

It was impossible for Mikkelsen to choose to respect. He sent the suicidal researchers directly into the low-temperature life support cabin, dug a hole and buried them now, and planned to take them as they needed in the future.

For Mikkelsen, these people signed life-long contracts back then. Even if they didn't expect that gluttony cells are very likely to solve the problem of greatly extending human life, it is best to simply terminate the contract. It's hard to think about it.

The worst thing is to dig out the brains of these people and put them in tanks to use up the waste heat.
When Mikkelsen's plan began to turn according to his will again, the alien among the players, the cult of death, finally found his goal.

"This is Ricard Ndom, Tang Ji's." Quan Zhe glanced back at Ricard, not knowing how to introduce the relationship between him and Tang Ji, so he could only skip the vague words : "According to what we have, he has also mastered Tang Ji's power of death, and has a record of killing players."

Rickard looked at these strange players vigilantly and shook his head vigorously, feeling as if he didn't sleep well last night and started daydreaming today.

At the very beginning, Mr. Mikkelsen appeared suddenly and euphemistically expressed that he had a secret mission and needed his cooperation. Out of respect and awe for Mikkelsen, Rickard agreed without hesitation.

But what happened next started to go wrong. Mikkelsen introduced a player to him. According to the introduction, the other player is an accomplished explorer who only has curiosity about the world and has no malice. Intelligence agencies exchange information of equal value.

And the player named Quan Zhe, who looks gentle, made an incredible request. He said that there are several players who want to be given eternal sleep. Maybe this description is too literary. It was explained next to them that they wanted to die, and Rickard finally understood.

And then this is the situation now. There are four players standing opposite Rickard. They are constantly examining themselves. Their eyes are like a new natural beef steak in the supermarket. The zeros behind the price need to be counted for a while. Counting, while the diners holding a lot of money are carefully studying the texture of the steak, thinking whether this thing is worth their own money and luxury.

Standing behind Rickard, Martin's muscles were tense, which probably acted as the metal lining plate under the steak, allowing Rickard to see more clearly.

The shadow is 700 meters away, using his customized electromagnetic launcher to continuously transform the target, and can provide remote support at any time. The other members of the team are also in their positions, ready to deal with possible conflicts at any time.

But the atmosphere in the room seemed a bit too harmonious. Rickard felt that those players were more reserved than him. Rickard swore that this was the most polite player he had ever seen.

As the intermediary, Mikkelsen sat there drinking coffee with Quan Zhe, seeming to be satisfied with everything in front of him.

"Since we have met, let's inspect the goods." Mikkelsen snapped his fingers, put a prelude on the table and pushed it, and the revolver slid in front of Rickard: "You can One person first."

"We trust you one hundred percent. There is no need to be so cautious. We all want to die." Sigitas Lange stood up and expressed his attitude. He had waited too long.

Although it was not Tang Ji, although it was not the epic final moment he wanted, but in front of the death sleep, those trivial matters became trivial. He thought he had the patience to wait until Tang Ji, but when this opportunity really When it was in front of him, he realized that he was wrong.

He has waited for too long, and his soul has long been overwhelmed, as if every second is unbearable.

"No, Mr. Sigitas, this is a deal, death is not free, especially for you." Mikkelsen said with a smile: "I know you have a system, and occasionally you will post some Task, in exchange for some rewards, if Rickard can satisfy you, we can talk about the detailed process of this matter in detail later."

The players who worshiped the cult of death glanced at each other, even the players were shocked by the greed of the aborigines, which is really trying to extract oil from the dead!
"Of course, as a reward for you, in addition to the final sleep, we will customize a dying moment that meets your emotional needs according to your needs, and hold a ceremonial ceremony for you in this world after you die. Funeral." Mikkelsen smiled confidently: "After all, as ephemeral species, we face the threat of death all the time, and we have a whole set of rituals to feel death in memory of our dead relatives and friends."

He had suffered and been cheated by Arasaka Saburo in advance, and he also knew what funeral culture is, so he opened his mouth and wanted to say something.

But Mikkelsen had already known about Tang Ji's diehard fan from Quan Zhe in advance, and he said meaningfully: "If you perform well enough, then it is not impossible to invite Tang Ji to send you back to the West in person."

Rickard now knows why he has always felt that the atmosphere here is a bit wrong. This is no different from the summary meeting he had to attend every quarter when he was in the company, except that the bonus, equity and appreciation were replaced by death
Gee!
Rickard understands everything now. As a high-level company dog, he instantly entered the state, and said in cooperation with Mikkelsen: "Now you can choose someone to come out, although there is no customized sense of ceremony, no funeral, no All the additional services we provide are the only one death multiplication in your life, but at least it is free, and you can get it now."

Although he used to be a technical person and not as curly as those social animals in administrative positions, he still knows a little bit of this kind of chatterbox. Speaking skills, without three to five years of work experience, can't respond at all.

The cakes drawn by the boss will always only exist in the paintings, but the benefits of being able to get them now are definitely real. Anyone who wants to eat cakes must be prepared to be exhausted.

But this kind of speech is definitely a cross-plane attack for players who experience this for the first time, and they are all stunned. Especially the sentence that Rickard added, although... But it is too scary, he is right. Well, a person can only die once, that is eternal sleep!

Don't you have a sense of ceremony?The aborigines also have special funeral ceremonies, so why not experience what happened after death?

Besides, who wants to die at the hands of nobody?Who wouldn't want to be personally arranged by Fury, and die with a little bit of face?
At least Sigitas Lange didn't want to waste his only chance now, he hesitated and remained silent in front of the temptation of death that was close at hand.

What's shameful is that several other players also retreated, and they didn't want to waste their last chance just like that.

Even Quan Zhe is seriously considering whether he should also accumulate points at this time if he also wants to obtain eternal sleep.
Mikkelsen's smile remained undiminished, and he took out a pre-recorded video tablet from his arms and placed it on the table. Inside, an old embalmer who had worked in a funeral parlor all his life was wearing a black suit with a white flower pinned to his chest. The serious tone introduced the more popular funeral ceremonies in the mainstream culture around the world for the players present, from the Scottish Highland Orchestra to see off, to the African seven ghosts carrying the coffin.

Rickard just followed from the beginning to the end. Let alone a player, even the natives of the earth don't know that there are so many tricks in the funeral.And came up with a ghostly idea that I really want to die once and try it.
"If you are interested, we can go further. Different funeral ceremonies have different prices. It may take a lot of hard work for you to invite Tang Ji to do it yourself." Mikkelsen said with a smile: "On this basis We made a list of relatively reasonable quotations."

Following Mikkelsen's words, points corresponding to different tasks appeared on the tablet, ranging from providing effective intelligence information to providing cover for secret operations.

Rickard glanced at it, and found that there was even advocating the idea of ​​worshiping death, and successfully developing new believers. This warm task of providing points for the stable development of customers wholeheartedly, he couldn't help respecting Mikkelsen from the bottom of his heart.
(End of this chapter)