I give the world destruction and new life

Chapter 660 Stand up straight, make mistakes to the end!

On December 12rd, at 23:18, there are still five and a half hours before the apocalypse.

Tang Ji and Wang Zhengdao took Surte to sit in the Laisheng bar, drinking canned beer. Even Surte was given a can of beer. After all, there may be no rule that minors cannot drink alcohol in the future.

The boss of the next life, Rogge, is a person with great powers. She realized the end of the world early on, and bought a lot of tickets for herself in Vault 97. Now she is probably ready to start her second career.

Laisheng Bar. It used to be a morgue, and it is almost the same now. When Tang Ji and the others came, they found seven or eight corpses in the storage room at the back. Obviously, someone planned to have a good time before dying, and chose such a "no man's land".

Fortunately, the three guests were all killed in the sea of ​​blood and corpses, and they didn't respond to the corpses close at hand. The beer was found by Wang Zhengdao from Rogge's office. Black Priest beer, a small and inconspicuous brand, but the taste is not bad, thanks to the small refrigerator in Rogge's office.

Tang Ji and Wang Zhengdao drank in silence. One of them had quit drinking for many years, while the other couldn't drink because of his daily affairs. But today they didn't have any scruples, and they drank beer every time they heard it.

However, the two people who are no longer mortals can no longer understand the feeling of drinking in those years. This little alcohol can't paralyze their nerves at all. Even Surte just frowned, thinking that he was drinking a strange-tasting sparkling water.

"There are still three and a half hours, and the European Federation has counted nearly [-] players appearing." After a while, Wang Zhengdao said: "Mikkelsen's clumsy lie, will those players believe it?"

"The reason is not important at all. Those players just want to see what we can do." Tang Ji threw away the empty can in his hand, and said with self-deprecation: "Mikkelsen just gave them a high-sounding reason, so that they feel that they can reap some benefits while watching the fun."

"So, building the shelter openly, and auditing the residents of the shelter is just to attract the attention of the players?" Wang Zhengdao shook his head. For the sake of the number of places in the shelter, he has seen too much ugliness in human nature.

There are men who abandon their wives and wives who abandon their husbands. Many people are willing to do anything for a ticket. There are also some organizations that hunt and kill those who get the tickets. Around the refuge tickets, tens of millions of people around the world are crazy and die because of it.

There are also quite a few people who don't believe in the end of the world at all, and still try to maintain their lives.

They are the neglected part. Mikkelsen and his team never considered these people in their plan. These people who just want to live their lives in peace. Tanguy didn't know whether the responsibility of the players or Mikkelsen was greater in this matter, but Tanguy did deliberately ignore these people.

"They are all to blame. Angelina's death, they are also responsible." A voice in the mind said: "They allowed the world to slip to the current state. They have countless possibilities to make changes, and now, there is only one possibility left!"

"Let's burn the world to ashes!" Another voice shouted in a higher pitched voice: "All burn to ashes!"

"What are you thinking?" Wang Zhengdao asked curiously. He really wanted to know what made Tang Ji think deeply at this moment.

"Sometimes I wonder if we just repeat this strange circle over and over again." Tang Ji took a sip of beer and continued: "First, superhumanity, then the seven original sins, and then the destruction of the world. After everything is overwhelmed by time, repeat it again, superhumanity, the seven original sins, and the destruction of the world."

"Your story sounds really dark." Wang Zhengdao shrugged: "We can further assume that the Seven Original Sins are a shackle that locks the superhumans in this world. The seven strongest superhumans with different personalities always conflict and destroy the world at the last moment to prevent the superhumans from realizing their true potential."

After Wang Zhengdao said this, he suddenly shuddered, and turned to look at Tang Ji: "Fuck, it seems that I am a little darker!"

"You have to include players in it to make sense, otherwise the story will be difficult to continue." Tang Ji replied to Wang Zhengdao, and then asked, "Is everything okay in your underwater shelter? Don't have any accidents."

"The Prophet has been preparing for so long, so there must be no problem. When the dust clears, I will confirm the situation in a shelter during the agreed window." Wang Zhengdao looked at the last can of beer, without reaching out his hand, and emphasized: "We can survive."

After a moment of silence, Tang Ji asked, "The hypothesis you just mentioned was not something you came up with, right?"

"I don't want to hide it from you, Tang Ji, but I did see it from Dr. Wu Qianying. The original version is scarier than what I said. If you want to know, you can ask her directly." Wang Zhengdao threw the can of beer to Tang Ji: "She and a group of smart people write fifty hypotheses about the player and the mother world every day. I usually read it as a novel."

"After this is over, I plan to take a look." Tang Ji put the can of beer on the bar counter: "I'll come back to drink it after the apocalypse."

Wang Zhengdao glanced at the can of beer. Theoretically, the buried building like the afterlife bar may indeed survive the apocalypse, but who knows what will happen in the future, this is more like a beautiful expectation, an expectation from rage.

"What about now?" Old Wang grabbed Surte and prevented him from drinking any more.

"Send me to Edward, I have to watch him enter the shelter." Tang Ji put on his coat and looked at the time. It was a quarter past seven in the evening.

Machete sat on the sofa, flipped his legs quickly, and counted 239872398823989 in his heart. His forehead and the tip of his nose were covered with sweat, and his subordinates stood on the balcony smoking one cigarette after another. The word anxiety was written on everyone's face, like ants on a hot pot.

It was already dark outside, and theoretically, an apocalypse could happen every second. After all, Mikkelsen only said that Christmas Eve would be a strike, but no one knew the exact time. After the sun went down, before twelve o’clock midnight was theoretically Christmas Eve.
Downstairs, around the car that Machete and the others drove, there have been more than a dozen firefights. The refugees who couldn't get the tickets were full of hatred for the Valentino gang. Facing the fully armed elite of the Valentino gang, they dared not confront openly during the day, but now that it was dark, firing cold guns in the dark was also a form of protest.

Fortunately, the people brought out by the scimitar this time were the best of the best, and those who stayed outside were equipped with exoskeletons to prevent accidents.

"Mr. Edward, it's already dark." When Machete spoke, his voice was hoarse, as if he had just eaten a mouthful of sand. Only then did he realize that he hadn't drank water for four hours, and his entire gums were swollen, and his squeezed teeth were somewhat misaligned.

"Hurry up, Tang Ji won't be relieved if you don't watch me enter the refuge. Don't worry, there's still time." Edward sat on his recliner calmly. He had already slept. At this time, when he was refreshed, he picked up the coffee pot and asked, "Would you like coffee? Blue Mountain Coffee, it's gone now."

"Sorry, Edward, that's fake, I lied to you." Tang Ji's voice came from the door, making Machete instantly feel like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw.

"I fucking knew it!" Edward raised the can of coffee high and wanted to smash it on the ground, but in the end he was reluctant, and carefully screwed the lid on and put it away: "The problem is that I always drink it as Blue Mountain coffee, and I'm used to it."

"Then it's the last can of Blue Mountain coffee in the world, as I said." A fleeting smile appeared on Tang Ji's face, making Machete's eyes widen.

However, he immediately reacted and greeted his subordinates: "Since you are here, let's wait outside."

Scimitar walked very fast, and those under him also walked very fast. It seemed that being in the same room with Tang Ji was a very scary thing, but in fact it was similar. The people who entered the room with Scimitar were basically superhumans, and they couldn't even breathe in front of Tang Ji.

"I know what you are worried about. I will go to the refuge. Don't worry." Edward walked up to Tang Ji, looked at the tired young man with some pity, and reached out to touch his face: "I will live well, because I know how sad you are, and I will not leave you alone in this world, son."

Tang Ji looked at Edward, as if he had removed the armor in his heart. He sat down on the ground tiredly and looked up at Edward: "I will destroy this world tonight, Edward, just tonight."

"I know, but I forgive you." Edward also sat next to Tang Ji, comforting Tang Ji: "You are not God, and you can't save everyone, but you can at least try to save the world."

"Even God sent a great flood to wash away the sins of this world. He only gave Noah a chance to build an ark." Edward continued: "And you, my child, you have built many shelters, which are far bigger than Noah's ark. People cannot be compared with God, but you have done more than him."

"Many people will die because of me." Tang Ji said quietly, he had already prepared and accepted the responsibility he had to bear, and now he just wanted to tell.

Edward knew what Tang Ji needed, he just listened silently.

"But in the bottom of my heart, I know very well that I am not being persecuted. No one can persecute me, not even Mikkelsen." Tang Ji said softly, even with a hint of relief in his tone: "I want to destroy this world. I hate not only players, not just superhumans. I hate this world, Edward."

"Angelina. She shouldn't have suffered such a fate. I hate the bad traffic in Night City. I hate that I couldn't afford to rent a house closer to the hospital. I hate the meager salary of the Law Enforcement Bureau. I hate myself. Why didn't I stay by her side." Tang Ji's voice gradually lost its warmth.

"Whenever I think that I'm finally going to destroy this world, I even have a kind of pleasure." Tang Ji sighed, looked at Edward and said, "I'm sorry, Edward, maybe this is me."

Edward just patted Tang Ji's hand: "You have done a good job. People are complicated. We can't judge a person as a villain just because he has evil thoughts in his heart. We need to look at what he has done and how many times he chose not to do it when he has the ability to do evil."

"Do you still remember the saint? He was a devout believer, much more devout than me, but he chose you, followed you, and never regretted it." Edward continued: "And Sirte, what he was like before he was taken away by you, and what he is like now, these people chose you, not without reason."

"There is also the Prophet. Although I have never met her, I believe that a woman who can keep seeing the future will not make wrong choices." Edward said those familiar names to Tang Ji, feeling the tired man's breathing gradually calmed down: "And Wu, she is the smartest person I have ever seen in the world. Do you think such a smart person will make wrong choices? You can not believe in fate, but you have to believe in Wu's head."

A smile appeared on the corner of Tang Ji's mouth again, Edward can always find a suitable metaphor
"I just want you to remember one thing, kid, don't hand over the future of this world to a bastard like Mikkelsen." Edward exhorted: "I guarantee my good luck in the rest of my life, there must be shit under his ass, you have to be on guard against him."

"If your plan is successful, we will really get rid of players in the future. You must ensure that that bastard Mikkelsen will not turn this world into his toy house." Edward shook Tang Ji's hand firmly: "Don't forget what I said."

"No, I'll keep an eye on him." Tang Ji nodded vigorously.

"And Anran! When all these shitty things are over, bring Anran back to me intact. I hope I can hear him call me grandpa before I die!" When Edward said this, he used more force than before: "My inheritance must be passed on to him!"

"I promise." Tang Ji nodded vigorously. Although Edward's little family wealth could not be brought into the shelter at all, it was still the best blessing.

"Now, go, stand up straight, and don't let those people see your weakness. If you don't even believe that you can save the world, how can others believe?" Edward finally said, "Maybe this is a bad plan, but don't forget what I taught you. The worst plan is better than no plan. Now that you have reached this point, even if it is wrong, you must be wrong to the end!"

"Don't worry!" Tang Jiyiyan stood up straight, regained the appearance Tang Ji should have, opened the door, and said to the machete outside the door: "Greeting him well, I will remember this."

"Even if I die, the old man will enter the refuge safe and sound!" Machete said happily, with Tang Ji's words, even if he didn't take risks in vain during this time.

　I read the news that the black-robed picket team will be linked with COD19, and the motherland skin pack will be released, so I really want to buy it.
　　
　
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