"Tang Ji is so handsome!" In the Moonlight Gold, which is located at a depth of 400 meters below the sea surface, Aaliya sat on a chair and watched the live broadcast. She excitedly slid the chair to Wu Qianying and tugged on the doctor's sister's hand.
White coat: "Come and watch! Tang Ji is on TV again!"
"He is just a retard!" Wu Qianying's hair was messy and she had two dark circles under her eyes. It was obvious that she hadn't slept for a while. There were seven or eight empty coffee cups on the table.
Foreman Chance, the conscientious waiter in a crisp uniform, knocked gently on the door and walked in carrying a Persian-style, shiny silver coffee pot.
He first glanced at the almost full ashtrays on Wu Qianying's table with dissatisfaction, and then glanced at the cluttered coffee cups: "Madam, if you want to smoke, there are four cigar rooms of different styles here.
If you don’t like cigars, here are the best cigarettes from fourteen countries.”
Foreman looked at Wu Qianying with an angry look: "Please don't use this pungent, low-quality tobacco that has not undergone secondary alcoholization to pollute the environment here. It is necessary to clean up the smell attached to the knitted fabrics.
After multiple washes, the ship is now severely understaffed."
The waiter clenched his fists, hesitated for a few seconds and finally spoke: "With all due respect, those new civilians you brought with you cannot even provide basic housekeeping services. If they cannot be service personnel, according to the standards of passengers,
Calculated, the expenses they incur every day are about 45,000 federal dollars."
"Do you think I care about money?" Wu Qianying picked up a used coffee cup, poured a cup of coffee, and pointed at her head: "This is the smartest brain you have ever seen, and this brain has just been calculated.
There is a 75% chance that federal currency will become useless paper in five years."
The silky and fragrant coffee instantly conquered Wu Qianying, and she let out a pleasant sigh, as if her brain had been in a SPA.
"What kind of coffee is this?" Wu Qianying held up the coffee cup and asked Forman: "That old pervert Edward has probably never had such a delicious coffee in his life, and Tang Ji could fool him for years with instant coffee.
"
"Fresh cat poop coffee, ma'am, although it is not produced in Indonesia, it is absolutely authentic." Forman proudly introduced it and helped Wu Qianying pour another cup.
puff!
Wu Qianying spit out the coffee without a ladylike image: "Cat poop? Coffee?"
"I remember you said that you have six doctorate degrees?" Forman's eyes made Wu Qianying dare not even look at him: "By the way, the coffee you just wasted, calculated based on the waste paper in your mouth,
At least three thousand worth of waste paper."
Forman glanced at the burning Eiffel Tower on the screen and the devil-like human-shaped flames under the tower, and asked as if he was about to have a heart attack: "Don't tell me, that is the new owner of the Moonlight Gold, Don
gentlemen?"
"What's wrong? He's handsome, isn't he?" Aaliya looked at the screen with her hands on her heart, not hiding her admiration.
"It's his first appearance in front of the whole world, and he's dressed like this?" Forman gave Wu Qianying a stern look, as if he was blaming the hostess for her poor taste.
But considering Wu Qianying's current slovenly appearance, her coffee-stained white coat and plush slippers...
Foreman's eyes were like knives. Wherever he glanced, Wu Qianying subconsciously hid that part. Then he unhappily picked up a magazine from Alia's desk and threw it in front of Foreman: "This is his first priority."
What to wear for your second appearance!”
In the magazine, it was Tang Jina who became famous as soon as he took off his clothes and was featured in Time Magazine's "Nude of the Century"...
Foreman was immediately hit hard and retreated clutching his chest. He was in a daze and looked even more miserable than when the Moonlight Gold was first taken away.
"He's so handsome!" Wu Qianying hesitated for a moment, but still accepted the pot of coffee. It doesn't matter what shit it is, as long as it tastes good!
"You are also an omniscient person. With so much knowledge, can't you help him come up with more efficient ways?" Wu Qianying pointed at the Eiffel Tower and said: "He did what Losas failed to do in Night City.
What a thing! Now the whole world can see through live broadcast what a superhuman at the level of the Seven Deadly Sins can do!"
"If there is a dividing line in this world, with science and order written on one side and superpowers and chaos on the other, Tang Ji's behavior just now made the middle line shift a lot towards superpowers!" Wu Qianying sneered.
While drinking coffee: "Those pioneers are probably applauding right now."
"That's right, he said that you are not allowed to intervene in the Paris incident now. Why? Because the completion of our node tasks is rapidly advancing!" Cathy Walter's tone was a little happy, but more of a regret.
I regret why I didn’t enter the Virtue Project a little later, so that I could take full advantage of Tang Ji’s gift.
People have arrived in Europe, and the face of "diligent" Aslan, who is reorganizing his strength, has become a little ugly. The meaning above is very clear, he must use human life to fill the node and advance the progress.
Tang Ji's high-profile action was something Aslan didn't expect. His ability to create such a huge momentum was something Aslan didn't expect.
When the Trail Blazers return this time, an important node task is to make the world feel the existence of superhuman beings, and to divide human civilization and race as much as possible.
At this time, Tang Ji was undoubtedly showing off his superhuman power to the entire world.
He is now the torch that lights up the world, and the pioneers are the firewood. Now Aslan wants to add more wood to the fire to ensure that the fire will burn brighter and stronger.
But considering the special nature of Tang Ji, this fire will burn more than just his physical body. If half of the rumors about Tang Ji are true, the pioneers will also be burned to their heart's content.
How to figure out the degree becomes Aslan's problem.
On the contrary to Cathy Walter, at this moment Aslan hoped that he had completed the transfer of power and would not have to bear such responsibilities.
"Grand pioneers, we have now assembled forty people, all of whom are the main body. There are thirty-three naturalized people in total. It will take a total of six hours to enter the city of Paris." Aslan's deputy.
Submitted the report he requested before: "The Advent sect is relatively active. They provided more than two hundred people, but only seventy of them are less than superhumans, and the rest are ordinary people."
"How many people have entered the Paris area now? Count those who arrived within half an hour." Aslan was heartbroken, knowing that he could not take care of both sides and could only limit the completion of the task.
"Counting them all together, there are a total of sixteen people, but only six of them are ours." The deputy said: "Adding the two left behind in the Paris area, we can form two teams of four."
"If we calculate based on the actions to capture greed and jealousy, at least eight to twelve four-person teams will be required to act at the same time to effectively control the seven deadly sins level superhumans." The deputy looked at the burning Eiffel Tower and said with lingering fear: "More
Not to mention this is extra angry and special."
"This is a task directly issued by the planning department." Aslan quietly pushed the pot away, but the deputy obviously had his own information channels.
"Aslan, eight pioneers have already asked to withdraw from this mission. They all know that you started this mission." The deputy's eyes made Aslan a little uncomfortable: "We all know that he is special.
, and there is also news coming from the Federation, asking you to control the intensity of the offensive echelon, right?"
"This is not my original intention, but since the planning department has temporarily changed the mission, we can only cooperate, right?" Aslan held on to his momentum and still maintained the authority of the leader. He looked at his deputy coldly:
"I know what you are thinking, but no one can escape from this mission, and I will personally take part in the mission in the end."
"How can such a high reward multiplier be so easy to get? Do you believe that all pioneers who request to withdraw from the mission will be deprived of their status?" Aslan looked into the eyes of the deputy until he saw the other person lowering his head: "Get ready.
,Join the second attack wave.”
"You!" The deputy raised his head and looked at Aslan angrily.
"Or do you want to quit?" Aslan asked nonchalantly: "Are you planning to go back to that world and your previous class, hoping that one day the gift of death will come?"
"Humph!" The deputy responded to him coldly, turned around and left the room to prepare for the expedition.
All kinds of news about Tang Ji are, after all, rumors that have not been recognized by the planning department. Although the pioneers often talk about this matter, there are still many people who are lucky.
They want to bet that Tang Ji is not as good as the rumors say, so that they can get a considerable amount of contribution points regardless of life or death.
...
...
Clark looked at Kevin, and Kevin looked at Clark. Neither of them wanted to die, but orders were orders.
Based on Tang Ji's previous actions, the Pioneers group began to become a little sensitive. They would be frightened at the slightest disturbance, and many defectors like Marcin Cooper were produced.
So as the pioneers returned again, the forces of naturalized people resurfaced, and they adopted a more radical and harsh management system.
Naturalized people who directly disobey orders will have serious consequences.
But just go to the Champ de Mars and face the law enforcer Don who treats the Eiffel Tower as a smoke point, murders people as a hobby, and kills two people for fun?
It sounds like the former has more room for maneuver...
But at this time, Jose Barros, who had been missing, led a group of people to find two naturalized people, and implanted a false memory in each of them upon meeting.
"I have brought enough manpower as agreed, and now it is your turn to keep your promise." Jose looked meaningfully at the two confused superhumans and urged: "We don't have much time left.
In three minutes, Tang Ji will leave!"
"You're right, we have to start taking action." The external pressure made Clark ignore the contradiction of that false memory.
In the false memories that Jose implanted in them, they had already formulated a complete and feasible plan to hold Tang Ji back.
None of the three people knew what the other's abilities were. Jose just ensured that he could provide enough cannon fodder, while Kevin and Clark would contribute.
Kevin, a net worth egoist, felt something was wrong, but with a call from a higher authority, this doubt had to be suppressed.
The senior officials of the naturalized people had just given up on the warmth card, saying bluntly that if they did not appear at the Champ de Mars immediately, all their relatives would die.
Clark is a third-generation naturalized person. Before his awakening, he had been responsible for financial work and worked under the traitor Marcin.
If he hadn't happened to wake up, he would have been killed directly as a joint member after Marcin defected.
That's why he was sent to Paris to serve as a dispensable liaison and alternative body.
If Clark had no choice in life, Kevin took the initiative to join the Naturalized People for money. He was originally the bodyguard of a certain big shot, and the big shot's secret identity was the Naturalized Person.
During another assassination, Kevin helped the big shot block a bullet. In return, the big shot gave Kevin a chance to join the naturalized people.
But all the unearned gains will be repaid in one lump sum one day in the future, and for Kevin that day is today.
It was quiet on the Champ de Mars, and the iron tower burning with gray-black flames made the birds avoid this direction.
Soldiers and law enforcers surrounded the entire square. In addition to the crowd watching the excitement, their biggest enemies were the media reporters who were everywhere.
In such an environment, Clark and his group suddenly appeared through the crowd and were about to enter the Champ de Mars. Like martyrs, they attracted everyone's attention.
"Are you members of the Losas organization?"
"Can you accept our interview? It won't take you a few minutes!"
"Look at the camera! Look at the camera! This may be your last chance to be on TV in your life. Smile and don't have any regrets!"
"Death to Lotus! Death to superhumans! You are all moths!"
"Come on! Show that Asian boy some strength! Long live Losas!"
If there were rankings for funerals, this must be the worst funeral in the world. Kevin thought seriously. At this time, he had realized that his memory had been tampered with.
They had no plan at all. The damn evangelist sent them in to die just so that he could survive for a while longer.
But Kevin had no way out. What made him move forward was the phone call. The big shot called him personally and told him to be brave and that the organization would take care of his family.
So Kevin can only be brave. As for Clark, he is just a fool. When he was playing finance, he saw that his boss was making false accounts. After awakening, he was always treated as the reserve body of the descendant, but he was not self-conscious.
Know.
Until now, he thought that he was really just his bodyguard...
But that's good, at least he doesn't have so many worries.
Kevin straightened his collar, pushed aside reporters and law enforcers, walked into the Champ de Mars, and looked directly into the eyes of the devil amidst the overwhelming flames!
He thought a lot about what he wanted to say along the way, but...
Boom!
Tang Ji moved forward nearly a hundred meters in an instant, as if swatting a fly, emptying the prelude's bullet nest, leaving the group of martyrs to die on the edge of the square.
