I give the world destruction and rebirth

"Tang, have you met John?" The old man was video chatting with Tang Ji in the Afterlife Bar, with fast-paced but not loud music surrounding him: "I'm calling to tell you that if there's no danger, it's the best time." It’s best not to have too close contact with that group of people.”

"John is a good friend, but the forces behind him are too complicated. When the Federation disintegrated, the strength of the CiA overseas base group was almost not damaged. John is their white glove." The old man took a puff of cigarette and a sip of wine and was very impressed by the environment of this place. Satisfied: "Those people have become too extreme now. You have enough trouble."

CiA? As a member of the generation born after the first corporate war, Tang Ji had never even heard of this organization. The world was changing too fast, and those who could not keep up with the pace would become history no matter how glorious they were.

"They used to be responsible for the overseas intelligence work of the entire Federation. Of course, that was just the original intention of their establishment. Before the disintegration of the Federation, they were the largest shipper of addictive compounds in the world." He recounted the buried history: "Almost Most of the guerrillas in South America are supported by them, and the other half are supported by the DEA."

At this point, Edward drank the strong wine in his glass and laughed loudly: "But none of them could have imagined that they would be surrounded and suppressed by United Fruit mercenaries later. This is simply ridiculous!"

Although the old man laughed so hard that he almost shed tears, Tang Ji couldn't find any laughter. To him, CiA seemed to be no different from the Taha Gang he just met.

"Alas, our time has really passed, but your stories are also very exciting. We never thought that one day people would be able to fly in the sky and use cold weapons to fight tanks." The old man shrugged and said to Tang Ji: "Otherwise we wouldn't bother developing more advanced helicopters and lighter rocket launchers."

"By the way, don't worry about my favors. What John owed me before is now settled between us." The old man finally solemnly told Tang Ji: "If he plans to discuss business with you, don't go up If he is fooled, just say it was me who said it!”

Tang Ji nodded and watched the old man take over a hot waiter in the video and go offline. This made him relieved. After all, it took a lot of effort for him not to ask questions about eggs.

Those old men revealed too much dirty information, so much that Tang Ji can't look directly at the old man now.

"Boss, how long can we stay here?" Ethan said hello to Tang Ji from a distance, and walked over after seeing Tang Ji nod: "Miwako said she wanted to hang around here. If we don't leave in a hurry, the two of us will Just asked for leave.”

"The mission is over, now is free time." Looking at the smile on Ethan's face, Tang Ji also smiled: "But be careful, don't forget that our enemies are everywhere."

"I know, don't worry!" Ethan winked at Tang Ji: "I asked Aaliya to help me keep an eye on the surroundings. I can succeed in three days at most!"

Tang Ji looked at the optimistic Ethan and waved his hand, telling him to get out of here. In some bad taste, he didn't tell him that his love rival might be the crown prince of the Arasaka Group.

But Ethan is so brave, he shouldn’t back down, right?

Seeing Ethan walking away, Martin also controlled the large wheelchair to 'roll' over. Thanks to the Ark organization's wealth and everything, otherwise there would be no wheelchair that could accommodate Martin. After all, according to what happened a few days ago, According to the physical examination report, Martin's height has grown to 2.47 meters.

No one can explain the reason for Martin's secondary development. Anthony can only attribute this phenomenon happening to Martin to a potential awakener.

So the electric wheelchair that was driving over at this time was driven by Martin with the momentum of a Roman chariot.

"Head!" Martin's honest voice was like a bell. Just the sound of his voice determined that he would never participate in covert operations.

Tang Ji looked at Martin with a smile, waiting for him to speak, but his gentle eyes and kind smile made the big man opposite him sweat profusely.

"Head, I actually" Martin hesitated, looking like Zhang Fei's embroidery, which made Vicky, who was not far away using her own ability to secretly observe, shudder.

From Vicky's perspective, there are almost no normal people under that big devil.

"I actually received some money from Mikkelsen." Martin finally decided to show off his cards. He couldn't pretend anymore.

Although he actually did not make any special disguises, nor did he really betray Tang Ji or other information in the team, the guilt of being an undercover agent made him very painful every time after everyone went through life and death.

"I know." Tang Ji nodded. If he still can't determine who in the team is an undercover agent planted by others, it's okay if the team doesn't wait.

"Do you know?" Martin asked in surprise, his voice so loud that the celebrating mercenaries couldn't help but become quiet, but soon the monastery's backyard resumed its previous noisy state.

"Since you know, why didn't you kick me out?" Martin looked at Tang Ji with some confusion. As a big man, his honest and honest appearance was always deceptive.

But as a big fireman, the fact that Martin can survive healthily until now shows that he is not simple.

"Because I don't care. As long as your bullets are fired at my enemies, I don't care who you are." Tang Ji raised his glass and saluted Martin: "Mikkelsen is a big businessman. If you want to sell any information, remember Sell ​​it for a high price.”

"No, boss, I don't want to continue." Martin shook his head: "I plan to tell Mikkelsen that I won't do it anymore. What you are doing is meaningful. I don't want to bear the guilt and go through life and death with you."

"What price did Mikkelsen offer you?" Tang Ji asked with interest. He remembered that the commission he paid to the other party every month would soon be transferred to dozens of other accounts.

Martin said that all the money he earned from fighting was used to support his tribe. He was not a money-lover, on the contrary, he was the most dedicated person Tang Ji had ever seen.

"A safe habitat." Martin replied somewhat silently: "My first employer was not Mikkelsen, but a high-level employee of Lazarus. It wasn't until you first showed your supernatural abilities that I It was only then that he was replaced by Mikkelsen.”

"He said that if I can provide valuable information, he can find a safe enough habitat for my people." Martin explained: "Life in the wasteland is getting harder and harder. When my father was young, he could still I support my family by working as a tour guide and selling trinkets. In my generation, there will be nothing left in the wasteland except those bastards from the Luandao Society."

"For a long time, my people and I relied on collecting supplies from abandoned towns to survive the winter. Most of the adult men, like me, went out to fight to earn their first salary in life." Martin shook his head. : "In order to support a big man like me, my tribe has to work harder than others, but they never thought of abandoning me. It is the tribe's obligation to raise me to adulthood, and it is my responsibility to dedicate myself to the tribe. This That’s how we survive.”

"It's very touching and reasonable. Mikkelsen is a generous person." Tang Ji took a sip of the wine in the glass. This low-temperature fermented sweet wine better retains the fragrance of the fruit, and the alcohol content is terrifyingly low. : "You can tell him everything you know. I don't mind. It's not a secret."

"My enemies know me better than I know myself, so why not sell these secrets that are not secrets at a good price? At least it can help a group of people in need." Tang Ji stopped after a brief taste and put down his wine glass. He said very Sincerity, in fact, it is true.

Those pioneers had been hiding behind the scenes. Although they got a lot of heads this time, it was obvious that those people did not use their full strength and were even deliberately maintaining the intensity of the battle.

Tang Ji still knows nothing about what secrets are hidden behind this.

"Where is the habitat he promised you?" Tang Ji asked with interest. He wanted to know what kind of place was considered safe in the wilderness.

"Davis Monsanto Military Base." Martin named a name: "It is a large military base left over from the federal period. It is not far from Tucson. It used to be an industrial center, but now there are not many people left. "

"That base was used to store obsolete aircraft. It is said that tens of thousands of aircraft are still there. It is a real aircraft cemetery." Martin's eyes were full of tenderness: "When I got there, I just sold scrap metal. I can feed my tribe so that the children in the tribe can have enough to eat every day.”

"Is there an underground bunker?" Tang Ji asked suddenly. He remembered the underground bunker of the Taha Gang. When facing a nuclear threat, the people in the bunker obviously have more say.

"Maybe? We have passed by there before. There is a big bunker buried in the mountain. Unfortunately, no one can open the door there." Martin nodded: "Mikkelsen said he has all the authority there. .”

"This is a good deal." Tang Ji nodded and watched Martin leave.

He knew that the strength he showed in that battle in Paris exceeded the expectations of many organizations and institutions, and many people's attitudes towards him would change, so he waited here for another "double-minded" team member to report to him.

"Head, let's talk somewhere else?" Shadow appeared from the shadows. To be honest, he had not awakened a supernatural ability related to shadow. Tang Ji always felt that he might have gone astray.

"Just stay here, there's nothing to be ashamed of." Tang Ji shook his head, his attitude could even be said to be a bit lazy.

Yes, he can no longer care about the temptations of secular forces on him. Whether it is Lazarus or military technology, the threat to Tang Ji by conventional force is already negligible.

"The decision-makers of Lazarus want to express their goodwill to you. They hope to cooperate with Dr. Wu to build a top-level laboratory with Dr. Wu as the core. All expenses will be paid by the group." Shadow did not hide himself. the goal of.

His previous injury looked the most serious, but it was also the easiest to deal with. The Ark organization had the best prosthetic doctors, and the high-tech prosthetic eyes from a few years ago were not considered unique now.

The prosthetic doctor of the Ark organization did not even ask Shadow about the specific model of his previous prosthetic eye, and directly installed Qilushi's combat prosthetic eye on him. The small problem of nerve connection did not bother the highly skilled prosthetic doctor at all.

"Is there anything else?" Tang Ji asked lazily.

"They said that if you are willing, they can pay you ten times the highest price to be their spokesperson, as long as you agree to declare that all the prosthetic equipment and medicines you use are manufactured by the Lazarus Group." Shadow Gang Tang Ji calculated: "If you agree, you can get about one billion federal coins every year."

Tang Ji whistled: "Is there anything else?"

"No, does it count that they are willing to provide all combat medicines for free in the future?" Shadow laughed. He knew that Tang Ji had no intention of 'firing' him, and taking the initiative to show off this time was considered as siding with him.

"Let Anthony write a heart-wrenching prescription for them." Tang Ji joked. Even if the whole team stopped eating and drank only the medicine, Lazarus would not blink an eye: "By the way, tell them, I accepted that endorsement. , but I don’t want money, I want supplies.”

"Boss, what you said makes me a little scared." Shadow sat down opposite Tang Ji and looked at Tang Ji with a pair of fluorescent eyes: "Will the future be so bad?"

"Who knows?" Tang Ji shrugged. He really didn't know, but even in a future where no players exist, the prophet only found a future where humans can live and work in peace and contentment, so it's better to be pessimistic and prepare early for disaster. Come, it’s better to have only money in your hand.

Vicky's eyes widened, and she covered her mouth in shock at the topic of conversation between the two people. She felt that what she saw and heard this day was more exciting and thrilling than a month in the Ark Organization.

And this is the gang's post-war rest party.

Vicky deeply felt that she might not be able to keep up with the rhythm of this small team. If possible, she would still like to return to the Ark Organization. The people there were nice to talk to, the dining in the cafeteria was authentic, and even the dormitories had one room per person. Room with private bathroom!

"Have you heard enough?" Tang Ji's calm voice startled Vicki.

Did he find me? Vicky looked at Tang Ji with disbelief. The next second, a pair of demon-like pupils burning with gray-black flames became the only thing in her sight!

Seeing that the girl was completely numb, Tang Ji helplessly dispersed the flames of hatred: "Sit over here! Let's talk!"

Since learning about Vicky's ability, Tang Ji has developed the habit of covering his senses with the flames of hatred every once in a while and observing his surroundings.

It was not to guard against Vicky, but to guard against other superhumans of the same type. He had not forgotten that he still had an old rival, who had escaped from being hunted by the golden cicada's ability to escape from his shell.

Vicki walked up to Tang Ji in a daze and subconsciously wanted to land on Tang Ji's lap. She was woken up like a rabbit when Tang Ji slapped her on the back of the head.

"Do it over there!" Tang Ji glanced at Vicky with some disgust, and pointed to the chair opposite the table. He really couldn't understand what young people read every day, and how could it be so strange.

PS: I’ll check for typos later. I have to figure out how to upload pictures and wear Vicky.