I give the world destruction and new life

Aug 12, 23:22.

Tang Ji stood alone in the central area, the roof where he was attacked by players for the first time and died with him, thinking that if he had died like that at that time, maybe there would be no such thing as today
Exactly what power kept him alive and possessed that special ability to kill players is still a mystery, even Wu Qianying didn't know where the problem came from.

Mikkelsen Mikkelsen repeated what happened to him that day countless times. He thought Tang Ji didn't know, but in fact Tang Ji knew everything. That's why that bastard Mikkelsen assumed that the superhuman prison was here.

Use superhuman prisoners to simulate players, search for the 'Avengers' related to these criminals, deeply restore everything that happened that day, and then wait for that coincidence to happen, use superhuman prisoners to simulate Tang Ji, attract real players to hunt them down, and so on.
Mikkelsen has tried countless times, so that the ground under the garbage bin under the rooftop where Tang Ji once built thermite became full of cracks due to repeated high-temperature roasting. Mikkelsen believes that if Tang Ji mastered that special power is a coincidence, a kind of miracle, then the coincidence and the miracle can be reproduced by resetting the scene.

It's a pity that he failed, the miracle didn't happen again, and the scarlet disciples were just scarlet disciples in the end, they couldn't guarantee a [-]% chance of killing the player like Tang Ji.

In the end, the world still counts on Tang Ji. Or rather, it counts on Fury.

Tang Ji looked at the place where he had fought hard, touched his arms, and took out a long string of necklaces made of bones at the eyebrows of the players' skulls. The long necklaces wore a full 370 souls of nine players.

Seems like a lot, but it's nothing compared to the size of the player right now.

Tang Ji threw the necklace downstairs with the wind. He thought he could use it to comfort Angelina and himself, but he couldn't lie to himself: "It's not enough, it's not enough."

As time passed by, Night City seemed to feel the tide of the storm, and suddenly fell into a city-wide blackout. It was because the overwhelmed power grid finally couldn't hold on. The person who was in charge of the maintenance of the power system returned home early today and chose to spend the night with his family.

Everyone has an inexplicable palpitation in their hearts, just like before an earthquake, ants will have a special feeling and begin to migrate. The reason why humans can't feel it is because the earthquake is not a disaster for them.

But tonight, Apocalypse Day, enough is enough. The entire human race felt the depression that was suppressed to the limit, as if the head had already been covered with dark clouds, and the storm was about to pour down.

In Tang Ji's line of sight, the entire Night City dimmed in an instant, and the long-lost night sky suddenly appeared in front of the world, as if to return to mankind what was owed in the past decades.

The bright Milky Way reflected the whole city in the night sky. Countless people raised their heads to witness this spectacle, and sent each other Christmas Eve blessings through the blessings of the starry sky.

Then, firefly-like lights lit up everywhere in Night City. They were emergency lights lit by Night City residents and refugees. Candles, flashlights, and festive lights were dotted with warm but not glaring stars, which complemented the stars above their heads.

For a moment, Tang Ji hoped that time would stop at this moment and not move forward.

But the world is always cruel, especially this world. At this time, a fiery red color was accompanied by thick black smoke, reflecting the distant sky red. It was a high-rise building that exploded.

Maybe it was the conflict between small gangs, maybe it was the players in action, in short, the warmth of that moment was erased with an explosion.

War, death and destruction are the mainstream of this world, and Tang Ji's heart gradually hardened.

At 23:20, all the shelters suddenly received a message from the coalition command: "Finally check the shelter closure system, the survival support system, the shelter gate is closing, this is not a drill, please note, this is not a drill!"

The sudden news, although many people had expected it, when it really appeared, it still carried a destructive momentum, blowing away the last trace of courage in people's hearts.

"Go back and check to see if your family is there! TMD, this is no joke! Hurry up! Especially the children, check to see if your children are there! And the hydroponic farm! Check the hydroponic farm, the energy center, and the fresh water purification system for the last time!" Martin Sanye stood at the gate of the Davis Mengshan military base, looking at the heavy metal gate that was slowly closing, trying to calm himself down as much as possible.

But he couldn't do it. The heartbeat of the tall all-metal man was like a drum set, thumping, and the sand and gravel on the shaking ground vibrated along with it.

"I have to go out again to see what's left outside!" Martin warned, walked out from the gate, and looked around on the platform full of trucks outside to see if there was anything worth taking inside.

In the next second, he saw a long convoy in the distance, and the crazy far and near lights alternately signaled his existence.

Looking at the brightly lit military base with red and yellow warning lights constantly flashing, those vehicles immediately stepped on the accelerator, splashed a lot of dust, and drove here like crazy.

"Fuck! Come sooner or later, you have to come at this time!" Martin Sanye glanced back at the heavy metal door that was slowly closing. The door's closing command came directly from Mikkelsen, and it was irreversible.

The people coming from the outside convoy were the wanderer tribe from the Ardecado branch that had once escorted the saints and their group. After a period of communication, although both sides agreed with each other's philosophy of survival, they had never made up their minds to abandon everything they had and live on someone else's territory.

But today, that weird atmosphere finally overwhelmed the dignity of the Adkadorans, causing them to give up everything and rush to the Davis Mengshan military base regardless.

Martin looked at the gate behind him, then at the convoy that was at least four kilometers away, and spit on the ground with heavy metal exceeding the standard: "I must owe you the fuck!"

Then, more than four meters high, a ton of iron men roared and pushed the trucks to the side. The huge force made piercing wailing between the tires and the ground floor, leaving black traces there.

In just one minute, Martin cleared a road wide enough for cars to pass.

But the convoy in the distance seemed to be in trouble. A bus full of women and children was overwhelmed by the long-term acceleration, and the cylinder exploded. After a roar, the engine died completely.

Cars of Adcardo were parked nearby, and they were being transported at the fastest speed. Some people opened the hood despite the high temperature, trying to carry out emergency repairs. They were less than one kilometer away from the shelter. Just hold on a little longer!

"Damn it! It can't be repaired!" Brian jumped off the bus, kicked the tire and squatted on the ground with his head in his hands, annoyed: "Get them into another car!"

At this time, they were close enough to the Davis Mengshan military base, and there was a clear sound from the radio that the refuge door was about to be permanently closed. The person in charge of communicating with them explained very quickly that the order to close the door came from a higher level, and they could not control it.

"Take them to the shelter first, and pick us up again if time permits!" The men and women in the car got out of the car. They are the backbone of the homeless, but they now prefer to let their families live.

"Panaan, be good, we'll catch up!" A woman forced the distressed girl into the car, and then the next child, and the next child, until the car was full and enough adults were hanging outside.

The convoy set off again, and those who had no place abandoned all the weapons and maintenance tools they had previously relied on to survive, and began to run on foot. Then prayed that they ran fast enough.

But their speed was still not fast enough, and the gate had fallen two-thirds from top to bottom.

This was an eight-meter-high gate. Martin looked at those people running desperately, as well as the vehicles full of children and old people. He sighed, gritted his teeth, and stood under the gate, like Hercules, resisting the eighty-ton gate with his shoulders.

It's metal on metal, muscle on hydraulics.

The first car whizzed past Martin and drove into the shelter, followed by the second car. Martin saw the terrified little faces in the car, panted heavily, and gradually bent his back.

A few more cars later, Martin was bent down a bit again, and when the ninth car arrived, its roof and the bottom of the gate scratched, and Martin was already on one knee.

The next few cars stopped outside the gate in time, and the people inside hurriedly grabbed the child and dragged the old man into the gate.

At this time, other people inside the door finally reacted, and the prosthetic soldiers headed by Tony also entered the super-time flow to fight for time. In the blink of an eye, they dragged a few panting wanderers from the outside.

Tony was the last to come in. He sprinted from a distance of 50 meters from the gate, and with a volley of a rugby player, he slammed Martin into the gate.

Without Martin's hindrance, the door was finally able to drop from the top smoothly. Accompanied by the jet sound of the sealing system being closed, the lights inside the entire shelter suddenly changed from flashing red and yellow to green.

The shelter was quiet for half a minute, and then someone knelt down and cried bitterly. He didn't know why he was crying, but he just wanted to cry.

It's not just him, there are people in the refuges all over the world who are crying bitterly, as if they are mourning for the world that is about to pass away, and they seem to be crying for those of the same kind who failed to enter the refuge.

At 23:30, Wang Zhengdao appeared in front of Tang Ji, followed by Mikkelsen.

The three also remained silent for a while, as if they had nothing to say, and seemed to have a lot to say.

"Are you ready?" Mikkelsen asked, and without waiting for Tang Ji's answer, he turned to Wang Zhengdao and said, "You can go back now, the next work is not suitable for you to participate in."

Wang Zhengdao sighed, hugged Tang Ji, hesitated and hugged Mikkelsen: "Then see you after the end of the world?"

Mikkelsen shrugged: "I definitely didn't see me, I guess you won't be able to see my avatar."

Tang Ji patted Wang Zhengdao on the shoulder: "Go back, leave it to us."

Wang Zhengdao took one last look, turned around and disappeared in place, and he had already returned to the shelter organized by the Ark.

"Are you going to start?" Vicky looked at Wang Zhengdao who suddenly appeared, and asked cautiously, like a frightened little rabbit.

"It's about to start." Wang Zhengdao nodded, turned and turned on his music player, and the majestic symphony of fate resounded throughout the shelter.

In the Lost Mountain base, Surte obediently sat next to Wu Qianying, looked around, Aliya was nervously gnawing her nails, and Chris was lowering her head to shape an ice sculpture, but the ice sculpture itself was already in a mess.

"Dr. Wu, what will it be like after the end of the world?" Soult asked cautiously, he felt that the atmosphere at this time seemed a little tense.

Wu Qianying looked at Surte and wanted to explain something, but considering Surte's background, she could only say: "It is probably similar to the Great Wasteland, but with less supplies, the air and land are poisonous, and it will take a long time before it can be used normally."

"Oh, and then?" Surte heard this explanation and suddenly felt that the end of the world was nothing to be afraid of.

"Then?" Wu Qianying showed a rare blank expression. She didn't know what would happen next. Models are not omnipotent. At this time, she even missed the little bitch Prophet.
"You know what will happen after that?" Anthony looked at the [-]% progress bar in front of him, said calmly, then turned to Anonymous and said, "Let's start to act now, and detain those problems that you suspect to be problematic. I would rather kill by mistake than let go. I want absolute order."

"As you wish, Overseer." The Nameless One didn't care how much chaos the action would cause, he had lived in the disciplined force since his new life, and was used to obeying orders.

"How do we start?" Tanguy looked at Mikkelsen who had nothing on his hands and asked, "Do I need to press a button or something?"

"This is how you imagine the end of the world to start, press a button, and then bang, civilization will end?" Mikkelsen laughed, and then he really took out a palm-sized, black whole body remote control with a big red button in the middle: "I guessed the fuck, this is the button you want, press it now."

Tang Ji looked at the remote control that didn't even have an anti-false touch cover, and then at Mikkelsen's uncontrollably funny expression, feeling that the other party seemed to be connoting himself.