The wait lasted for three hours. Obviously, the false identity Mikkelsen used was just enough to come here to meet little Edgar, but it was not enough for him to put down what he was doing to greet him.
During this period, Tanguy watched as Mikkelson took out two bionic masks and a lot of small bottles of different sizes from his bag and began to apply makeup on himself.
Apparently Mikkelsen was sure that he had enough time to put on makeup in the castle.
"I remember you used this thing to impersonate me last time. I watched the live video. Your disguise level was too low, and you just deceived law enforcement." Mikkelsen used a special biological adhesive to glue the mask on.
On the face: "Fortunately, we don't need to disguise ourselves this time, as long as little Edgar doesn't expose us immediately."
"Aren't you worried that he will take a look at the visitors through the camera in advance?" Tang Ji looked at Mikkelsen who was busy and felt a little itchy.
If there was an accident, this bastard would just lose a clone. But Tang Ji had seen how calm he was when handling his own clone's body. It didn't matter if he broke a piece of clothing compared to his own.
"Little Edgar himself would never do such a boring thing. It is the security director's responsibility to determine the visitor's identity, and that security director happened to be the first person to realize that little Edgar was abnormal." Mikkelsen shrugged:
"If he really identifies the visitor through the camera in advance, we don't even have to meet him and can directly confirm that he is under control."
"Then what? The two of us break into the castle alone and save the fat White King? Then you give him a greasy Gaul wet kiss and rescue him from the wizard?" Tang Ji showed the Night City without ceremony.
Street style venom.
"You're wrong. You're the one working alone. Anyway, from the first moment you saw this, you were trying to find a reason to get rid of the owner, right?" Mikkelsen adjusted the corners of his mask.
He counterattacked without looking back: "High walls and power grids are meaningless to you, armed security cannot stop you, and those combat machines are useless. You know very well that you can do this as long as you want."
"The only thing stopping you is the moral bottom line in your heart and the temporary agreement of interests." Mikkelsen sneered: "This is why families like Calhoun would rather spend a lot of money in outer space than
I don’t want to fight the Trail Blazers on earth.”
Tang Ji glanced at Mikkelsen and fell silent, because he was right, what stopped him from going on a killing spree was only the moral bottom line in his heart.
But it is undeniable that Tang Ji has always viewed those who deserved to die from the perspective of a judge. Strictly speaking, he does not have such rights and should not have such rights.
Countless times, the violent anger from his heart drove Tang Ji to completely vent the anger in his heart, but Angelina's figure would always appear silently, looking at him quietly and examining him.
In countless nightmares, Tang Ji was awakened standing on a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. In the dream, the figure finally said to himself: "I don't recognize you at all. You are not my lover, you are furious."
Maybe it was Tang Ji's temperament that made Mikkelsen feel dangerous, or maybe the long wait exhausted the two people's common topics, and the silence remained until someone knocked on the door of the reception room.
At this time, another twenty minutes had passed since Mikkelsen helped Tang Ji complete his disguise.
"I'm sorry to keep you waiting here. Calhoun has some urgent matters to deal with today." A maid wearing translucent silver gauze and using gold rings to outline her curves waited at the door for about ten seconds before walking in.
The maid wears elegant makeup, and the specially-made clothes are revealing but not flashy. Coupled with her dignified temperament, it gives people the feeling of meeting the queen of ancient Egypt.
When he said the name Calhoun, the other party's tone was more like talking about Caesar, a proper noun like the Chosen One, which was sacred and solemn.
Thinking back to the cockpit of the COS Pantheon of the Moonlight Gold, Tang Ji was already a little tired of this Calhoun he had never met before.
"I completely understand that Calhoun's time is very precious." Mikkelsen repeated the word Calhoun in a similar tone, and the expression on his face properly expressed respect.
Tang Ji found that he could easily judge the status difference between the other party and Calhoun from the different pronunciation of a name.
The former is more like a priest serving before the gods, while the role played by Mikkelsen is more equal, far inferior to Calhoun in terms of status, but at least they are both descendants of gods.
Are these rich people so crazy now?
Tang Ji didn't believe that this kind of conversation was improvised. Just looking at Mikkelsen's proficiency, this was definitely some kind of convention that had lasted for more than one generation!
"Please come with me, Calhoun has reserved fifteen minutes for you." The maid repeated the name again, and her tone made Tang Ji shudder uncontrollably.
This subtle change made the maid glance at Tang Ji with sharp eyes.
At that moment, the anger in the heart of this stunning woman even touched Tang Ji's sensing mechanism, and he could clearly sense the burning anger of the other party.
I don't know why, this woman reminded Tangji of the girl who died when he killed Faisal.
Tang Ji still doesn't know the girl's name or what she has experienced. He only knows that when he killed Faisal, the girl's eyes showed no regrets.
But the woman in front of her has moving eyes. She has not been controlled by anyone, nor has her body been manipulated. She has only been shaped like this since she was a child. The god she serves is called Calhoun.
Tangji could kill Faisal to free the girl, but he didn't know how to face the 'person' in front of him. However, the raging anger continued to destroy his reason to stick to the bottom line, as if it would be broken in the next second.
Break free and bring true freedom to this world.
Mikkelsen was keenly aware of the subtlety of the atmosphere and coughed slightly: "Please take us to see Calhoun."
This time, he didn't even have time to use the so-called Jingyin, which is a pronunciation scale that the small circle specially hired linguists to reshape through the existing language, similar to the existence of Yuyin Yayan in Neon language.
He was really worried that the bomb behind him would suddenly explode and burn the place to nothing.
Mikkelsen had always known that it would be risky to ask Tanguy to handle this matter, but he had no more efficient way. Rather than hit his luck and find another superhuman with similar abilities, it was better to take a gamble.
He had arranged his itinerary very carefully. There were four project facilities inside Calhoun Manor that Mikkelsen knew about that would break the bottom line of humanity, and he deliberately avoided them all.
But he didn't expect that Tang Ji would have such a big reaction just from the food and the servants.
Mikkelsen really didn't care about the clone's death, but he had to consider the reaction after the accident. Everyone in the small circle of top wealthy people knew that Tanguy was brought into Calhoun Manor by him.
If tomorrow's headlines were that the Calhoun estate was burned to the ground with no survivors, what would others think of him? Is the war still going to be fought?
Mikkelsen urged the maid, not wanting to waste a second, as if there was a bomb about to explode behind her.
"Sir! Please allow me to go in and report first!" The maid was very dissatisfied with Mikkelsen's somewhat indecent footsteps. She stood at the door and carefully arranged her hair and clothes, which were not abnormal, and then opened the door carefully.
Go through the small door.
A few seconds later, the maid pushed open the four-meter-high heavy wooden door from the inside, revealing the huge office behind it.
The dark red patterned carpet was five centimeters thick, and the huge dark brown desk made Calhoun behind him look like a clown sitting in a giant's palace.
The light in the entire office glowed with the lazy color after dusk. Tang Ji knew that this was definitely not natural light because it was already night.
But the natural light outside the window made it impossible to detect anything strange. Even the window was open. Tang Ji's keen sense of smell could smell the scent of pine brought by the breeze, and could hear the swishing sound of the wind blowing through the maple leaves.
It looks like someone built an indoor jungle outside the office window just so that he can always see his favorite scenery while working.
"Lennon Webster! The last time we met was three years ago." Edgar Calhoun Jr.'s voice came from behind the desk, his voice was loud and his tone was enthusiastic.
This was the first time Tang Ji felt the presence of popularity in this castle. Standing behind Mikkelsen and using the cover of his sunglasses, he looked at the legendary Calhoun.
Different from what Tang Ji imagined, the other party was a handsome middle-aged man with a strong build, wearing a well-fitting shirt, and he was still meticulously maintained even in his own castle.
"Please take a seat. I'm sorry to keep you waiting." Calhoun casually pointed to the sofa on the other side of the desk and said to the maid: "Coffee."
The maid respectfully disappeared into a small cubicle in the office, facing Calhoun the whole time and walking back.
"Dear Calhoun, I am here to deliver a message to you." Mikkelsen showed superb acting skills, just like before, his expression was respectful, and his tone of admiration was full of humility, perfect.
Playing the role of a direct descendant of the Webster family.
"A message?" Little Edgar showed a trace of amusement on his face. He pushed away the documents in front of him and stood up to stretch his muscles. He walked from behind the desk to the sofa and sat down casually two feet away from Mikkelsen.
At about a meter.
"Yes, a message is too important to be conveyed using any electronic tools." Mikkelsen said unhurriedly: "The person behind me was sent by the owner of the message to supervise me to ensure that this
The message will be conveyed to you correctly and will not be deleted."
After hearing Mikkelson's introduction, Calhoun looked at Tanguy out of the corner of his eye, and then made a listening expression: "Then what news is so important that we need the Webster boy?"
How about visiting me in person?"
"They said you might be mind-controlled, and someone sent me to check on your status." Mikkelsen said this to Edgar Calhoun Jr. with a smile.
Tangji, on the other hand, was ready to put it directly into Calhoun for forced inspection.
But to their surprise, little Edgar Calhoun was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter. He laughed so hard that he even patted his thigh hard.
"This is a good prank. Since I accepted the Calhoun family, no one has played such a fun prank on me for a long time. Tell me, did Barnes ask you to come?" Little Edgar seemed to put down.
He took Calhoun's stand, leaned on the sofa, crossed his legs, and asked with a happy face: "How does he want you to check me?"
Mikkelsen narrowed his eyes, as if trying to determine what trick the other party was playing, but since the other party was willing to cooperate, he would not be lenient.
"Leave it to you, Tangji." Mikkelsen directly revealed Tangji's identity and motioned for him to step forward to check on little Edgar.
But after hearing the name, little Edgar didn't react at all, as if he had never heard of the name before. Instead, he extended his hand enthusiastically, as if he was looking forward to any surprises next.
The gray-black flame of hatred instantly emerged from Tang Ji's hand, startling little Edgar. He subconsciously retracted his hand, but immediately restrained his instinct.
As if he was dissatisfied with his retreat, little Edgar then took the initiative to reach out and put his palm into the flame.
Tang Ji could tell from the other party's actions that this Calhoun was a very conceited person. He didn't care at all that this might be a trap for him. He was confident that no one would dare to hurt him.
The flame of hatred swept through little Edgar Calhoun in an instant, without any abnormality. He was not controlled.
Tang Ji turned his head and glanced at Mikkelsen. If he wanted to start Plan B, he could easily strangle this king who was not fat-minded right now.
"Edgar, what are you doing?" Mikkelsen slowly pulled off the bionic mask on his face: "Do you know that many people thought you were being controlled, causing panic?"
"Mikkelsen?" Little Edgar's face showed surprise and an expression of sudden realization: "Because of my willfulness a while ago, I actually asked the head of the federal agent to personally determine my situation?"
Tang Ji couldn't tell whether the other party was telling the truth. He only knew that if the other party was lying, Oscar owed him a best actor.
"Tell me, Edgar, have you ever been mind-controlled before?" Mikkelsen asked little Edgar formally.
Tang Ji saw little Edgar was silent for a few seconds, and his whole person became serious, as if he was weighing something. Finally, he said: "Yes, I was controlled by someone before, but I finally got rid of him on my own."
control."
"Because of our friendship, I admit this matter in front of you." Edgar Jr. said to Mikkelsen: "But for the honor of the Calhoun family, you must promise not to tell anyone else about this matter.
"
"You didn't lie, Edgar, that's fine." Mikkelsen narrowed his eyes and finally said, "I promise you, I won't tell anyone else about this."
Tang Ji crossed his shoulders and sneered at the two people who had reached an agreement. He didn't understand Calhoun, but he at least understood jealousy.
