I give the world destruction and new life

Chapter 78 The Idealist

Before landing, Tang Ji threw out the quick-response gel capsule, and fell into the light green amber without any scratches.

How can there be a group of children here?Tang Ji broke free from the gel and immediately issued an order: "A group of children gathered on the fifth floor, everyone pay attention to the target of fire."

"They may all be superhumans." Tang Ji added, entering the black building from the first floor again.

The saint looked at the enemy who appeared again, hesitated for a moment and did not shoot, but was suppressed by the opponent and returned to the corridor on the fourth floor. He realized that the enemy he was facing was the superhuman child Tang Ji said.

But that kid, like the Boy Scouts you see everywhere in Africa, is proficient with a weapon and knows when to hide and when to charge.

Moreover, he was so powerful that he didn't care about being hit by bullets at all. The saint was very sure that he hit the opponent at least twice.

Tony cleaned up the enemies on the second and third floors. Seeing the saints being suppressed in the corridor, he threw a grenade up without any scruples, but the grenade flew back at a faster speed.

"Damn!" The two of them searched for cover to avoid the grenade that exploded in the air.

"The head says cease fire! It's full of kids!" Saint climbed all the way to Tony, blocking Tony's shooting path.

"This is war! Anyone who takes up a gun and resists is the enemy!" Tony walked around the saint and fired a few more shots upstairs, and crying and screaming immediately came from there.

The saint grabbed Tony by the collar from behind and forcibly dragged him back to the third floor: "God."

Tony turned around and raised the butt of his gun to hit the saint's face, but seeing the cross pattern on the saint's forehead, Tony finally resisted the urge and pushed the saint away: "If there is another time, I will Will shoot straight away!"

Tang Ji went up to the third floor and saw this scene. He looked at Tony: "I gave a direct order to let you cease fire. If there is another time, I will shoot directly."

Tony didn't refute, just put the gun away, took a step back, and gave way to the stairs leading to the fourth floor.

Tang Ji knew that his order was unreasonable. In this kind of raid mission, if he fired a second late, the result would be completely opposite.

Tony has his own responsibilities, and he will never put himself in danger because of mercy, but this team can only have one voice, and that is Tang Ji.

Tang Ji hopes to find truly trustworthy teammates from this team. In the war against players, what he needs is a group of idealists.

"I saw you. You are very lucky. I don't kill children. Now that we have put away our guns, I hope you too." Tang Ji handed the weapons to the saints who followed, and walked up alone.

Bah!
A bullet hit the wall in front of him, followed by a childish voice: "Don't come here! We don't believe you!"

Tang Ji ignored the child's warning, still kept his speed up the steps, and stood at the entrance of the corridor on the fourth floor, facing the boy with the gun.

His ginger hair was strangled by the gas mask, and his small face looked ridiculous inside the mask. He had to use a few towels and socks to block the gaps in the gas mask.

"No weapons, no hostility." Tang Ji stood still, spreading his hands so that the other party could see himself clearly: "We are here to find another group of people. Who are you and why are you here?"

"This is our home!" The boy raised his gun steadily. Although his limbs were slender, the saints had already verified his strength.

"We are here to find the New Era Laboratory Group. Have you heard of this name?" Tang Ji changed his words: "Where are your parents? Are they here?"

The boy's eyes dimmed for a moment, but then he became stronger again: "I have never heard of the laboratory you mentioned! Get out of here quickly! Otherwise, I will shoot."

"I understand, you are protecting your friends, but something has happened, even if we leave, you can't continue to live here." Tang Ji slowly raised his legs and stepped forward: "Did you come here voluntarily? What do you usually do here?"

"I don't know how I got here, I can't remember the past." The boy's voice was a little helpless, and he didn't overreact to Tang Ji's slow approach.

Tang Ji's son is only one year old. He doesn't know how to negotiate with teenage children, but he is willing to treat the other party as an equal communication partner, and he is full of respect.

Not only did that kid take up arms trying to protect other people, but he did it better than anyone else in the building who was supposed to be doing it.

"I know who took away your memories." Tang Ji walked past the stairs, and at the corner leading to the fifth floor, several little heads with different hair colors were observing him: "But one question for another Question, you tell me what you usually do here, and I'll tell you who took your memory away."

"We have classes here, eat, and sleep." A female voice came from upstairs: "Sometimes we exercise our abilities, and sometimes we are taught how to shoot."

"Charlie!" The boy with the gun yelled, "Stop talking!"

"Why didn't you say it? He wasn't hostile, Hanako confirmed it!" the girl named Charlie said sharply, "Don't we all want to know why we lost our memory?"

"But they came with guns, and they killed a lot of people!" The young man was a little shaken, he didn't like the people in the dark building either, they looked at him strangely, and never talked to him.

On weekdays, only those few teachers would communicate with them, but no one would tell them the reason for their amnesia.

"Those people deserve to die, have you forgotten Tim?" The girl said a name, and the boy fell silent immediately.

Tim was the oldest of them all, and the most defiant one, and while the other kids were still adjusting to their new surroundings, he was already looking for an opportunity to get out of here.

Then, one night, Tim did it alone, they heard only gunshots, and saw Tim's body the next morning.

Those teachers told them that they are dangerous and need to be educated and restrained. Someday in the future, a higher consciousness will come and borrow their bodies. Before that, all they have to do is learn to control their own abilities.

The boy put down his gun, Tang Ji raised his hand, and walked into the corridor on the fourth floor, watching a group of children of different sizes hiding in the stairwell, looking at him curiously.

"My name is Tang Ji." Tang Ji waved at them, and a group of younger children immediately ran back to the fifth floor. The previous image of Tang Ji killing and setting fire has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

"If you want to know anything, you can ask me." The boy glanced at the corner of the stairs, emphasizing: "Now I am the master here."

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