Chapter two hundred and sixty second incompetent fury
Little Edgar Calhoun had the most bizarre meal in his life. His head maid was nailed to the door with a long sword, and pale yellow artificial blood flowed along the wound, leaving him with no appetite.
The mechanical knight used to decorate the castle stood dejectedly not far away, with a smell of gunpowder smoke. Even though the air evolution system was at full capacity, it was still difficult to hide the smell.
The native beef produced in the Federal Plateau has a snowflake-like texture. It is carefully grilled by the chef and has both taste and visual beauty.
The refreshing taste and distinct layers of sauce are used to brush the beef with the technique of ink painting, giving the warm white porcelain plate a blank artistic conception.
In normal times, little Edgar might have rewarded today's chef team, but obviously someone showed his recognition to the chef team with practical actions today.
"Three more, please keep the kitchen busy." Tang Ji crossed his knife and fork, the beef on the plate disappeared in the blink of an eye, and handed the empty plate to the maid again.
Little Edgar was a little angry. He felt that Calhoun's dignity was being stepped on and rubbed on the ground, and even used to wipe his butt.
However, as soon as this anger started to rise, the stranger named Tang Ji snuffed it out. He just glanced at the owner of the place, and the anger disappeared.
Little Edgar is very sensitive to the abnormalities that happen to him. After all, he has just escaped from the entanglement of a superhuman strongman, or temporarily escaped from the other party's mental control.
He did not deceive Mikkelsen. Little Edgar did get rid of the mind controller on his own, but not by will, but by deal.
That's right, the transaction, after being controlled, little Edgar spent half a month trying to establish some kind of communication mechanism with the other party, and finally succeeded.
Next, he spent a week giving detailed examples of what kind of convenience it would bring to him if the other party returned his personal will. Thinking of this, Calhoun became angry again. He still cannot accept the reason why the other party controls him.
, actually just wanted to find a rich man to make money and provide a portal.
This is like solving a small problem such as the lack of toilets in the village, and then kidnapping Modi and controlling him to build a toilet for his village.
What ultimately prompted the other party to temporarily reach an agreement with Little Edgar was that the other party used this body to sign documents at will, resulting in a loss of nearly 70 billion federal coins.
Perhaps it was little Edgar's eloquence that made him finally realize the power of Calhoun's name because of the number seventy billion. Little Edgar suddenly regained his free will three days before Mikkelsen's visit.
After waking up, the first thing little Edgar did was to clean up all the people accompanying him, including his secretary, as well as all the visitors he had seen in the three days before and after he was controlled.
Among them, there are forty security personnel in the castle alone. Unfortunately, the people who can get close to little Edgar are all his cronies, so this internal purge has made little Edgar's control over the family less than before.
Only then did Mikkelsen have the opportunity to sneak attack alone.
At this time, little Edgar is thinking about how to reach new cooperation conditions with the superhuman in front of him. His weakness lies in his ignorance of recent events. He does not know what the person in front of him has done and what his personality is.
As a Calhoun, he has always been opposed to adding unnecessary parts to his body, such as a brain chip, a magical gadget that can replace a personal terminal and complete most information operations directly in the brain.
For people like Calhoun, things like brain chips are equivalent to a backdoor that can be hacked and manipulated. But at this moment, he hopes that he was not so stubborn in the past, otherwise he can now search all the information on the Internet.
Information related to Tang Ji.
Little Edgar knew very well that he had been betrayed. The fact that Mikkelsen and the monsters he brought could see him so smoothly was enough to prove that in this castle, among all the Calhouns, there was someone who did not want him to sit there anymore.
On the throne.
If he were in this situation, he would definitely risk all his worth, completely block the news, and do his best to delay possible rescue forces.
Because if he survives today, a horrific and bloody family purge will befall every Calhoun with the wrath of little Edgar.
"Hurry up and use your brain, Edgar, you have to rely on yourself again!" Little Edgar put the chopped beef into his mouth with a cold face, running his brain at high speed, trying to find a way to break the situation.
He was fed up with these mutant freaks, as if so many people had appeared overnight that Calhoun needed to deal with carefully, completely ignoring the power and status that the Calhoun family had accumulated for hundreds of years through generations of blood.
This feeling of powerlessness and anger caused little Edgar's knife and fork to leave scratches on the plate.
He vowed to invest 17% of his assets in Calhoun's extraterrestrial territory exploration and construction project as soon as this accident was over.
He also wants to increase investment in superhuman research. If superhumans are going to be so difficult in the future, then increasing his shareholding in cutting-edge companies like Lazarus is equivalent to investing in oil fields in Persia in the early 20th century.
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Anyone who can persevere to the end will eventually gain power and participate in the division of interests in the new world.
Tang Ji, who ate the seventeenth steak, was not immersed in the delicious food. He was just waiting for news from Mikkelsen.
His clone died so simply, without even leaving a last word, which made Tang Ji helpless. He really didn't want to take a taxi back to Night City from here.
While waiting for the next round of main courses, Tang Ji took out his mobile phone, but it was still without signal.
The next second, the head maid who was nailed to the door suddenly struggled to raise her head: "Calhoun, high-sequence contact Mikkelsen is requesting access!"
When little Edgar heard the news, he stood up suddenly like a drunkard who finally realized that he was sitting on a cactus.
He stared hard at Mikkelsen's body, then looked at Tang Ji who was feasting, his muscles on his face twitched a few times, and he showed an ugly smile: "I see, so does he."
"Put the call on." Little Edgar slumped in his chair dejectedly. He suddenly realized that he was an idiot. He had never even thought about the possibility of Mikkelsen being a superhuman before.
This rash action ruined all his hopes. Although Calhoun still exists forever, it has nothing to do with him. "I am very disappointed, Edgar, you betrayed my trust." Mikkelsen's
The voice came from the head maid's mouth: "For the sake of our friendship, I will give you time to leave your last words.'
"I don't have any last words to leave. Calhoun has a complete inheritance system, so I don't need to worry about it anymore." Little Edgar drank all the white wine in the glass in one gulp and was silent for a few seconds: "If you must stay
His last words were to say hello to superhuman beings.
"Do it, Tangji, give him a good time." Mikkelsen's words were still conveyed by the head maid. Following his words, two lines of tears left the corners of the head maid's eyes.
However, she was unable to resist, because to Calhoun, she was just a tool, and when a call came in, she could not have any natural reaction.
call!
Tanguy accepted the task happily, and the prelude bullet penetrated little Edgar's brain, ensuring that no medical method could save Calhoun's death.
He didn't have any hatred for little Edgar, he just had hatred for wealthy families like Calhoun. They had crossed too many boundaries. As the spokesman of rage and the bearer of the anger of all living beings, to a certain extent, Tang
Ji Tianran stands among the strata with the largest number of human civilizations.
That was also the class he was born into and lived in.
Players use the method of coming to deprive humans of free will. Even if there is no Red Sun Incident, they are naturally Tang Ji’s enemies and the source of fire that ignites his anger.
Envy and other superhumans of the same type use mind control and mental suggestion to deprive humans of free will, and Tang Ji swept them into the enemy column.
As for Calhoun, he may not represent the class he lives in, but at least he represents a part of it. These people use domestication methods to dwarf the same kind of people, so as to achieve the purpose of setting off and pleasing themselves.
They are even more hated than the first two, because the first two commit such crimes because they can do it, while the latter do it because they enjoy it.
"No!" As Mikkelsen ended the call, the head maid finally let out a grief-stricken roar. Her hands were unable to grasp the sword, and she even tried to pull herself off.
But those ordinary maids were completely confused. They stood there blankly, not knowing how to deal with what happened.
Calhoun, who was regarded as a god, was dead, the new successor had not yet appeared, and the murderer was sitting in the restaurant eating and drinking. All of this was beyond the education and training they had received.
Tang Ji handed the plate that had been emptied again to the previous maid and said to her: "Please, have another one.'
The maid took the plate in a daze, and then seemed to suddenly wake up from a nightmare. She bowed slightly to Tang Ji and stepped back, just like the previous times when she took the meal, as if nothing had happened.
Perhaps the only difference was that this time there was a hint of gratitude on her face, but what made Tang Ji feel irritated was that he clearly understood that this hint of gratitude was not directed at him for killing Calhoun, his master.
Instead, she was grateful to Tang Ji for giving her a clear order in this chaotic situation, so that she could temporarily get rid of it according to her past inertia.
Tang Ji walked up to the head maid and looked at this beautiful woman. It is undeniable that beauty is a visible power in any era.
At least now, the name Calhoun made Tanguy even more angry.
The head maid's attention was entirely on Calhoun, and she didn't care about her injuries or the murderer in front of her. Tang Ji watched as she grasped the blade of the sword tightly with both hands and pulled it out with all her strength.
However, Tang Ji's terrifying power directly drove the sword blade fifteen centimeters into the door. His long and white fingers were scratched in vain by the sword blade, revealing a wound deep enough to the bone.
But the head maid didn't care, she just wanted to return to her god, feel the last remaining warmth of the god, kiss the horrible wound with her lips, and pray for it to heal.
Tang Ji pulled out his half-sword. The blood flowing out of the maid's body was orange-yellow and more viscous than normal blood. He had no intention of thinking deeply about the technology behind it. He only knew that the seemingly penetrating wounds were harmful to the maid.
It's not a fatal injury.
The liberated maid climbed up from the ground, stood up with difficulty covering her wounds with both hands, and walked towards little Edgar Calhoun step by step, like a pilgrim.
Tang Ji watched this scene quietly. Outside the window was the artificial dim yellow sunset, and inside the window was a long table filled with gorgeous utensils and food.
Calhoun, who was quite beautiful, lay back on his high-backed chair. The light coming in was blocked by the backrest, making the area above his chest dim, and the wound on his forehead was almost invisible.
At the last moment of his life, Calhoun chose to mock fate, his expression still a bit ferocious, and the four maids standing behind him still maintained the same demeanor as in front of him, as if their master would still need their services in the next second.
Only that pilgrim, she knew that the god she had served her whole life was dead and would never come back.
The whole scene was so solemn that it made Tang Ji feel sick. The gray-black flames of hatred broke through the shackles of reason, spread along the floor and walls, and occupied the other half of the restaurant. It was incompatible with the pilgrims, like a demon emerging from the abyss.
He wanted to burn it all, even though Tang Ji knew very well that those maids were innocent. They were born this way and believed that everything in the castle was the whole world. The owner of the castle was the center of the world, and the walls of the castle were the end of the world.
Burn! Destroy! Wash away all these sins and let the beauty emerge. This is the only thing you can do!
Tang Ji took out a tree of life from his arms, lit it with the flame of hatred, took a deep breath, looked at all this, and refused to compromise with the rage in his heart.
"Hey! Hey! Mr. Mikkelsen! I show here that Edgar is dead! Is it true? Did you really do it?" A voice suddenly appeared, interrupting this solemn and religious atmosphere.
The pilgrim was once again frozen in a ridiculous posture, turning into a mouthpiece for the people behind him, like the most naked sarcasm.
"I was so excited, so I wanted to confirm the news. Calhoun's highest authority was suddenly handed over to me! This is definitely the best gift in my life!" The excitement was mixed with disbelief and cowardice.
Infinitely expanding ambitions, that young voice wanted to announce his huge success to the world, but he obviously changed his mind and remembered who the 'murderer' was that really created all this, and suppressed his emotions in an instant, so that his voice changed a bit.
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Tang Ji didn't know when he became so keen. Just from the sound, he concluded that the new Calhoun was not even worthy of the pronunciation that he thought was so stupid.
"Shut up." Tang Ji responded softly. He didn't want the pilgrim to be ridiculed to pieces on his final journey.
