Although the prophet was very uncooperative, Markarian and the others were able to 'turn enemies into friends' so easily at first, and they had a plan B.
"We have arrived at the Demonstration City. Sir, is everything going well with you there?" Cathy Walter had already logged into the modest body again at this time. Her whole body looked in high spirits, and behind her stood a prophet dressed in costume.
"Pay attention to safety. Your priority for logging out of the body has been authorized, but please remember that the entire offline process still requires at least five seconds of uninterrupted waiting time." Markarian's voice spoke on the other side of the phone.
Side story: "This is already my highest authority, don't think we can be like Madam."
"Sir, I am very satisfied." Cathy Walter chuckled: "Thank you for your concern, I can't thank you enough."
Cathy Walter's words were extremely flattering to Markarian, but her smile was still faint and did not match her tone at all.
She didn't expect that she would have such an opportunity in this unlucky world. Although danger and opportunity coexisted, Cathy Wohl firmly seized this opportunity.
Just now, Markarian increased Cathy Walter's personal authority, allowing her to enter and exit the world faster.
This was originally just an insignificant privilege for the big shots, but because of Tangji's special nature, in this world it is equivalent to a safety rate.
On the one hand, this was Cathy Walter's reward for her previous attack on Tang Ji. Although the plan failed, she at least proved that after separating Tang Ji and Wang Zhengdao, their threat was greatly weakened.
In this case, listing Wang Zhengdao as the highest-level target is undoubtedly a more efficient choice.
On the other hand, it is because this time Cathy Walter needs to stand at the front desk and expose herself to Tang Ji. Once Markarian's plan fails, it means that she will face Tang Ji directly.
However, Cathy Walter was willing to take such risks. This was how she transformed from an ordinary pioneer to a great pioneer.
Behind her, the internationally renowned makeup artist Mukai Coy used all his skills to cover up the prophet's old appearance, and repackaged the prophet while retaining the characteristics of the prophet as much as possible so that he could be recognized at a glance.
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Wearing a purple hooded long dress, it is dignified and luxurious enough, but the two sides of the lower ribs are designed with long cross openings, which can be looming every time you wave. The slightly gauze-like transparent eyelids, which are only two fingers wide, are close to the eyebrows.
, just covered the most obvious wrinkles at the corners of the prophet's eyes.
The prophet's overall style at this time was more like a gypsy witch, and her attire fit her name very well. What the pioneers wanted was this feeling, so that ordinary people who didn't know what was going on could tell at a glance that she was a prophet.
"Raise your hand." The makeup artist who was born as a naturalized person was not surprised by the puppet-like model. Among many naturalized people, he is the one who has been exposed to more pioneers. He designed three of the seven virtues.
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Unfortunately, those works of art were all destroyed by Tang Ji. The designer looked at the woman in front of him with some dissatisfaction.
"Her skin is too saggy and her eyes are dull. I need a soft-light drone to illuminate her face at a 45-degree angle at a distance of 3.5 meters in front of her and a height of 2.5 meters to achieve the best results.
The best state." The designer explained to the team members behind him.
A feisty transgender drone pilot rummaged through the gold-pink drone storage box and took out a lighting drone the size of a football.
"Is it okay to use light No. 2?" the drone pilot asked as the drone took off and shone soft light on the prophet's face.
"Brighter and more focused, I need the light to cover up her old age." The designer stood five meters away with his shoulders crossed and looked at the prophet's face. After adjusting it over and over again, he nodded.
"That's it, fix the image plan and use this style from now on. Don't change the look of this old woman in the future." The designer complained to Cathy Walter.
"Let her make some expression." Cathy glanced at the woman in the corner who looked more like a puppet than a prophet and ordered.
That was the body they had customized for Envy. It was said that he was named the Apostle by Envy and could transmit his power and will across thousands of kilometers.
Sometimes Cathy feels that the indigenous people of this world are much more creative than they are in the use and combination of supernatural abilities.
At its peak, the Pioneers had nearly 100,000 different transcendental abilities, but no one had tried in depth to combine the different abilities.
Many pioneers, including herself, are still used to treating different abilities as single skills, but the potential of supernatural abilities goes far beyond that.
Cathy Walter took a deep breath. If she said she wasn't nervous, it would be a lie. No pioneer dared to face Tang Ji's edge. This was completely different from the feeling of facing danger in the past.
Just standing here, before the plan even started, the threat from Tangji made a woman like Cathy Walter feel suffocated. The corset to highlight her figure seemed to be shrinking, making Cathy's face flush and a little dizzy.
But Cathy Walter must stand up, because her ambition is not to defeat the Trail Blazers.
Cathy looked at the prophet who was making various exaggerated expressions, and finally a smile appeared on her lips. This is what the indigenous people of this world should look like.
"Be lively!" Cathy ordered loudly.
Envy, who was far away in the expansion of the country in Sudan, frowned. As the carrier of will, the apostle stared at Cathy Walter with godless eyes, but in the end, jealousy controlled the prophet and revealed a prophetic smile that Wang Zhengdao was very familiar with.
"Much better, don't forget her speech." Cathy Walter's face was undisguised with disdain. She turned jealously and looked at Port Sudan, which was gradually restoring order, and decided to endure it for the time being.
Off the coast of Del Coronado Bay in Night City, the Moonlight Gold is floating at a depth of 220 meters underwater. This ship has been off the air here for several months. Mr. Good Luck has always been right.
There is a soft spot here, and his presence makes everyone on the ship relax their vigilance.
Little did they know that the Newport Huntington Industrial Group had been secretly acquired by the naturalized forces, and the specific location of the ship was obtained through internal data.
Hundreds of nautical miles away, on a small helicopter carrier, dozens of soldiers equipped with frogman equipment were doing their final image memory.
The Moonlight Gold is a cruise ship built according to the standards of the Doomsday Fortress. It has a complete self-defense system. These frogmen are the only ones who can get close without triggering the defense system.
The average age of these people is over fifty-five years old, and they are almost the last batch of regular frogmen soldiers who are still capable of fighting.
Most of them were biochemically modified before the Enterprise War with immature technology, and were better able to adapt to the pressure and visibility of deep water areas.
But with the birth of the Devil's Salmon, the Frogman Troops became useless, because they were also included in the recipe range of those Devil's Salmon.
This time, they decided to embark on this mission because they obtained a special pheromone from the Genghai Group, which could disperse the demonic salmon swarms in the sea within an effective period of time.
"Remember your mission, find the ship, and then enter the cabin from the bottom swimming pool. It is forbidden to harm civilian targets in the ship!" the captain shouted loudly.
This last order was specially emphasized by the financial leader, prohibiting any casualties.
The people in the Moonlight Gold may be Tang Ji's only weakness, and Markarian protects them like treasures.
Cathy Walter's previous plan was not complicated, but very practical. They all had their own responsibilities. As long as they took the right medicine and separated them, they would have a chance to start.
After all, the players are 'intruders' from higher dimensions, and they are not quite used to such tactics. Most of the time, as long as there are enough people, the world will let them do whatever they want.
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That night Tang Ji and Wang Zhengdao survived in the hotel. Although there was little hope, Wang Zhengdao claimed that the other party had accidentally injected a tracker made of biological materials into the other party's blood.
But as of now, the Trail Blazers have no plans to recover the injured. They just let the player be taken away by the law enforcers, and then lost consciousness in the hospital. The player went offline directly, leaving Wang Zhengdao and the others with nothing.
body.
"Have you not made a decision yet? To be honest, you are not suitable to be a leader at all." A clone of Mikkelsen sat in the bar and patted Wang Zhengdao on the shoulder: "If you can't make a move,
I can pretend to be you and it will all be over in forty-eight hours."
Both in appearance and temperament, this Mikkelsen is different from the Mikkelsen Tang Ji and the others are familiar with. Not only does he have dark blue shoulder-length hair, he wears a Samurai band cultural shirt, and he also has a
The rock-style spiked wristbands are so popular.
Wang Zhengdao glanced at the other party. Although Mikkelsen kept using a joking tone, considering the other party's background and identity, Wang Zhengdao did not even dare to drink the wine in the glass.
He was afraid that if he drank a glass of wine and woke up forty-eight hours later, it would be estimated that one-third of the people in the Ark organization would be dead, and the remaining people would look at him with fear in their eyes.
Wang Zhengdao looked at Tang Ji sitting on the other side and suddenly realized his cowardice. He did not dare and did not want to take on such a responsibility.
He practiced Sanjiu in the winter and Sanfu in the summer since he was a child. Only on the Chinese New Year day could he play with other children unscrupulously. As an adult, he took over the mantle of his master and was invited to participate in large competitions as a referee from time to time.
A day at leisure.
That's why Wang Zhengdao longed for a free life. When he woke up, he was like a wild horse wandering around the world. As a result, he was noticed by the prophet within a few days.
Wang Zhengdao still doesn't know what role he played in the future that the prophet had seen. Curiosity keeps crawling in his heart like a heart-eating worm, but the prophet is tight-lipped and refuses to reveal a word.
He still doesn't know why he believed in the prophet's evil deeds at that time, so he devoted himself to the Ark organization, and started his life as a worker from then on.
It can be said that before Tang Ji, Wang Zhengdao was the number one enemy of the Trail Blazers. Over the years, the Prophet did not know how many attacks from the Trail Blazers he had avoided thanks to Wang Zhengdao.
It was Wang Zhengdao's nature that if the prophet treated him as a national scholar, he would repay him as a national scholar. If the person was replaced, the Ark organization would have already changed dynasties.
"Your branch staff in Gaul are secretly communicating with the Gaul officials. People from the Gaul ECS Bureau are also involved. There is also an organization calling itself the Gentlemen's League to mediate." The punk-style Mikkelsen raised his hand.
Ordered a glass of beer: "And this is just the beginning. There are many careerists in the Ark organization."
"Money is the cornerstone of the Ark organization, but that woman relied on instinct to do business. She accumulated wealth too quickly and had no foundation at all." Mikkelsen drank half a glass of beer in one gulp and burped happily:
"By the way, in fact, in my eyes, your personal value is higher than that of the entire Ark organization. I am happy to see the Ark organization disbanded, and then you can focus on following Tang Ji, and the efficiency will be..."
Mikkelsen's expression suddenly changed mid-sentence and he stood up suddenly.
"The prophet has appeared!" Mikkelsen looked a little ugly. He shouted to the noisy crowd in the bar: "Quiet! Get out of here!"
Then Wang Zhengdao and Tang Ji saw that nearly a quarter of the people in the bar immediately shut up and suddenly showed a completely different temperament. They even pushed and supported the real guests and kicked them out of the bar.
Close the door from the outside.
The bartender stood respectfully at a distance, looking out the window warily.
"I chose this place at random, how did you know I was coming here?" Wang Zhengdao looked at Mikkelsen in shock. This was a tavern on an unknown street in Amsterdam. He and Tang Ji killed all the people in the hotel.
After being a player, I came here on a temporary basis.
Wang Zhengdao was already surprised that the elusive Mikkelsen could find them. He actually wanted to ask how he could see you everywhere, but now half of the bar is his, and Wang Zhengdao couldn't understand it at all.
"You think choosing this place is a random choice, but to me, based on your past and the nature of your and Tang Ji's mission this time, there is a 32% chance that you will come here to drink." Mikkelsen Pointing to Wang Zhengdao's cup: "Gin with ice, two glasses each time, right? You have been here six times in the past year. To be honest, the image of Asians here is quite eye-catching. of."
"Your behavior is too predictable." Mikkelsen looked at Wang Zhengdao and turned on the TV, where the owner of the new W Palace was giving an excited speech: "So, knowing that it is a trap, are you going? ?”
"Ladies and gentlemen, as the 68th President of the Commonwealth, I am honored to announce that outside our civilization, there are people with good intentions..."
Boom!
Tang Ji's wine glass smashed the TV, and he raised his eyebrows at Wang Zhengdao, with an expression that seemed to say: "Let's go and do something big!"
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"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road and meets familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There is no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they are indifferent to everything.
Regarding this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, it also has some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Slayer Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
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Then he will be promoted step by step, and eventually he is expected to become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possess the memory of the previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Different from other places in the Demon Suppression Division that are full of chills, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppression Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment just changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, causing him to frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Zhenmo Division.
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