God knows what kind of fertilizer Brandon poured on these plants, but obviously the young men who wasted here for more than ten minutes only cut off a few vines as thick as their wrists.
What really blocked the door of the Metropolitan Museum were a few thigh-thick vines. They seemed to have grown there for a hundred years, squeezing the original door out of shape and then filling the holes with their own bodies.
These foods were obviously affected by Brandon Mann's supernatural ability. The flames of hatred were somewhat effective on them. With the blessing of the gray-black flames, the cutting machine cut into those plants smoothly.
Or this was not an injury caused by cutting at all. Under the influence of the flames, the plants became extremely loose and almost broke at a touch, without much force being exerted at all.
"Wow!" An anchor behind Tang Ji looked at the flames and suddenly realized who he was filming, and he suddenly fell into ecstasy.
But before he could turn on the live broadcast, Mikkelsen behind him shook his head and confiscated their filming equipment with a pistol.
No one likes to watch boring preparations, so this small team did not start the live broadcast immediately. They just used equipment to record their preparation process and planned to release it as behind-the-scenes after the action.
Under the threat of gunpoint, several anchors quickly moved out of the way. Mikkelsen wrote down their phone numbers and identity information one by one before letting them leave.
The pioneers are not gods. Their advantages on the Internet cannot be realized in the real world. Where is Tang Ji and what is he doing? Even if those idiots post it on the Internet, it will take a while for it to ferment and be noticed by the pioneers.
arrive.
What's more, in order to prolong the reaction time of the Trail Blazers as much as possible, Mikkelsen set up a special department to spread tens of thousands of various news about Tang Ji online every day, one-tenth of which was accompanied by an attractive video.
Some of these videos are edited from previous scenes, while others are simply synthesized.
In war, one attack and one defense are always evolving, and no one can rely on a single advantage to lead from beginning to end.
Afterwards, Mikkelsen, Wang Zhengdao and Vicky found a comfortable seat across the street and waited for the results of the museum.
The interior of the Metropolitan Museum now looks like the depths of a rain forest. The sky-blocking plants block all external passages, and light can only shine in through the gaps in the plant leaves.
The few areas where the lines have not been damaged are still lit with lights, and some light-loving plants surround the lamp body to form communities. Each community is composed of different species. The blooming of a hundred flowers makes the place look like a botanical museum.
Tang Ji stood in the hall and looked at this former civilization collection hall. The gray-black flames spread along the floor in all directions, as if they were re-enacting the drama of human beings conquering nature.
The vines clinging to the walls and round arched corridor doors were unable to support their huge size and tribe, and fell to the ground with a crash, eventually turning into ashes. A map and historical introduction engraved on the wall with lasers appeared in Tangji.
before.
It says that the history of the Metropolitan Museum in Central Park began in 1874. The first building belonging to the museum began to be constructed and put into use in 1880. It was an independent building with only seven areas.
Of course Tang Ji didn't care about this. As a young new generation who was born during the Second Corporate War, he had never been interested in the history and past of this country.
The history teacher at the public school he attended was Hispanic, and she was obviously more interested in the Aztec civilization.
The painting requested in the commission was originally exhibited in the European painting art exhibition area on the third floor. However, at that time, the entire museum was undergoing an emergency relocation due to the spreading green plants. Those precious artworks and cultural relics needed to be relocated.
There is a very strict transfer and storage process, so it was placed in the third batch of migration processes.
As a result, no one expected that just overnight, the forest in Central Park would seal off the entire museum, and even the staff who were sorting out materials overnight were out of contact.
Before John Fleming came in to negotiate, the museum had hired two teams to go into the museum area to recover cultural relics.
The first team recovered 750 boxed cultural relics and more than 300 cultural relics that were not effectively protected on the first floor. One-third of these cultural relics were damaged, and no missing museum staff were found.
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But on the third day, they were infected by a poisonous spore, and two-thirds of them had severe allergic reactions. In the end, six people stayed in the museum forever.
The second recovery team, which carried more comprehensive protection and weapons, lost contact with the outside world less than twenty minutes after entering the museum area. People outside only heard a burst of moderate gunfire.
If you don't count those unofficial folk adventurers, Tang Ji can be regarded as the third recycling team officially authorized by the museum.
The sweet smell of rotting plants surrounded Tang Ji. Wherever he passed, the plants withered and the congestion turned into a smooth road, as if the forest was also afraid of him.
In fact, this is indeed the case. As a rage, Tang Ji represents an instinctive reaction of the human race from a civilized level in a sense. Now, most of the people in New York City want to burn this forest to the ground.
As the forest faded, the entire museum opened to Tang Ji alone. On both sides of Tang Ji were various sculptures. This is Exhibition Hall 162, an art exhibition of ancient Roman and Greek sculpture art.
Even though many sculptures have been destroyed by plants and pushed to the ground and turned into pieces, they still exude an inexplicable charm and show Tang Ji the vitality that civilization once had.
Angelina might like it here? Tang Ji thought about that speculation that would never come to fruition, because they had never been to a place like this for a date.
Night City is a cruel city, and they do their best to survive every day. This elegant pursuit is more like a luxury.
Tang Ji picked up an exquisite helmet from the ground and placed it on the armor shelf next to the meeting. It said below that this was the armor of Henry VIII. Unfortunately, such a simple introduction could not give such a rough introduction to Tang Ji.
Popular science.
He just patted the armor and told the other party to be strong and not to be intimidated by the difficulties in front of him. As a result, the battered armor frame fell apart and the armor fell to the ground.
The sound of metal falling to the ground in the quiet museum was extremely harsh, and the forest's counterattack came...
...
When Tangji burned the plants at the entrance of the museum, Brandon Mann felt Tangji's presence. Although the straight line distance was several kilometers away, the brutality belonging to humans made Brandon extremely uncomfortable.
He couldn't describe what he saw through his natural vision. The feedback information was red, and the roars of humans echoed in his ears. For a moment, Brandon wanted to smash everything around him and bite him.
His closest pets, let their blood flow through his body and feel the heat in it!
Brandon finally pulled his plant tentacles off the tree trunk to get rid of this influence, his eyes filled with horror.
What is that? Who is that?
Brandon, who has completely separated from the civilized world, knows nothing about Tang Ji. He only knows that the other party is extremely dangerous.
Brandon tried to drive the plants nearby to attack, but compared to animals, plants could never react that quickly, at least those vines couldn't do this.
Before they could respond to their own will, the destructive flames had already swept through the food, and the will they carried out in them was like water without roots, and disappeared into ashes.
Brandon had to move the combat plants he carefully cultivated deep in his forest territory to the border in order to launch a real counterattack against the enemy.
Even for a natural controller, this will take some time, but fortunately Brandon's time perception has begun to move closer to that of plants, and he can accept this level of waiting.
Time is like the sand that cannot be grasped. Brandon has often been in a daze unconsciously in recent weeks. More than ten hours have passed in a flash, which makes him gradually start to worry about his own condition.
Brandon is actually taking the initiative to improve his situation, so he is willing to communicate with Fleming who came to visit before. He is indeed an extreme environmentalist and is willing to sacrifice all mankind for the green revolution, but this does not mean that he is willing to
Think about life like a tree.
Fighting with people is obviously more in line with animal behavior, so Brandon even began to look forward to the next confrontation.
He spent a lot of time on his own interests, such as spreading his genetic material in every corner of the forest, every flower petal, and every piece of grass. Damn it, thanks to the physical strength bonus brought by awakening, otherwise
Just to do this he would need a spare ball the size of a fuel tanker.
Doing this is not meaningless, it strengthens the connection between yourself and the forest, not only psychologically, but also on a supernatural level.
This behavior allowed Brandon to take control of the forest faster and manipulate them according to his own consciousness. He accelerated the growth of trees and turned the park with lawns and green belts into a real jungle, a dangerous jungle.
In order to expand his territory more effectively, the fastest-growing vines have become Brandon's best helpers. They are like their own extra limbs to carry out their will in the forest.
As a controller of nature, Brandon is able to cultivate a phoenix tree that can shoot seeds at the speed of bullets, and a cannonball tree that is as powerful as a grenade.
But these methods are too low-level. The first thing Brandon learned after his awakening was how to cultivate poisonous plants and poisonous spores to kill people invisibly.
In addition, Brandon also cultivated a super golden bark tree, which is extremely toxic and can cause 50 times the neuropathic pain of the original version. Most people do not even have time to experience this pain in detail, and they lose their lives due to the strong stimulation.
There are signs.
At this time, as Brandon's vanguard, several vines whose colors were obviously different from other vines were mixed with a large number of similar vines and were rushing towards the museum.
They are a kind of mutated plant that can store the venom of the Golden Bark Tree on their body surface. Their surface is covered with needle-shaped spouts. Whether it is scratched or sprayed, the toxin can take effect immediately.
This is already the limit of Brandon's imagination, so it is necessary to talk about it once and for all, emphasizing the importance of superhuman beings in the cultural knowledge team.
With Brandon's ability, if placed in Mikkelsen's hands, he would have already brewed a plant disaster that would exterminate all mankind from its roots. The Gray Field Project alone would be enough for all mankind to drink.
As for Wu Qianying, with this ability in her hands, she will probably be able to play something new like a green atomic bomb in the end. No one can question the creativity of a genius.
In contrast, Brandon Mann, a dangerous man, just squats in Central Park, like a child playing house, building his own little world bit by bit, and he can definitely be called a good boy.
His supernatural ability is strong enough to change the world, but Brandon's personal ability just limits the former, allowing him to protect himself from the pioneers without causing big trouble.
Therefore, when Mikkelsen found out about Brandon's background, he immediately started to deal with it.
Tang Ji just watched as a large group of python-like vines emerged from the cracks in the ceiling, poured in through the window, broke out from under the floor, and then instantly became soft in front of the flames of hatred, one after another paralyzed on the ground.
, then began to rot, and was eventually burned to ashes.
A dark yellow vine suddenly sprayed a mist of toxins towards Tang Ji under the cover of other vines. Their existence form was obviously more reasonable. By luck, they passed through the blockade of the Flame of Hatred and landed on Tang Ji's face.
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Tang Ji closed his eyes, and a burning sensation was instantly transmitted to his brain, followed by pain so intense that it caused neurological convulsions.
But Tang Ji endured it, because he had experienced something more painful, and every night after the red sun tortured him more than this.
Tang Ji's extraordinary physical strength allowed him to quickly restrain his instinctive reaction. Although the infected skin turned red visibly to the naked eye, and then began to blister, fester, and fall off, new flesh and blood had already begun to fill the wounds.
A few kilometers away, Brandon Mann suddenly screamed and fell to the ground unconscious, then woke up from the pain, fell unconscious again, and so on.
His hands scratched his face randomly, almost peeling off half of his face, but he still couldn't stop the pain, so he could only bang his head against the tree crazily.
As a controller of nature, Brandon should have noticed at the first moment that he was being eroded by the super golden bark tree toxin, and then neutralized the toxin with just one thought.
But the intense pain had completely occupied his brain, preventing Brandon from thinking effectively.
At this time, a golden dimensional door opened deep in the jungle, and a man wearing a boy scout uniform walked out sneakily, with a playful smile on his face, and shouted without any scruples: "Fuck the monkey"
That pervert, where are you! I'm here to give you an offer!"