An unsuccessful assassination mission, apart from making the naturalized people once again deeply aware of Tang Ji's power, its only effect was to make it difficult for them to hire superhuman killers willing to sacrifice their lives for them in the international market.
Now the entire market knows that any task targeting Tang Ji is basically a trap, even if the employer is willing to pay all the remuneration in advance.
All kinds of news about Tang Ji are flying all over the place. Those who have a little bit of goods can sell them at a good price, but there are more people who fish in troubled waters.
Merlin had just killed an idiot who was selling samples of the Flame of Hatred on the black market. The seller, who was not even a superhuman, used this gimmick to sell the sample of the Black Fire to seventeen buyers representing different forces. The result was obvious.
, the killers in the aftermath even had to decide the winner in his backyard before lining up to take photos and samples.
The last person to enter was naturally Merlin. Fortunately, he was a magician and could trace the voice and appearance of the deceased. Otherwise, the remaining biological tissue would not even be enough to take photos and collect evidence.
Merlin was in a good mood today. He got a reward of 150,000 federal dollars for almost nothing, just like picking up money for free, so he planned to go to the White Swan Restaurant to enjoy his lunch.
Ever since he got involved with the Naturalized Organization, Merlin's life has been getting better and better. Apart from mission rewards, his biggest gain is the freedom of casting materials.
The naturalized person will fully reimburse his spellcasting costs for every mission, and for Merlin, who was an accountant, this is almost the same as putting money where his mouth is.
He has been accurately calculating his reimbursement amount, keeping it at 2.7 times the usual amount for casting spells, with zeros and wholes, which looks very real.
For example, in yesterday's vote, Mei Linguang lost a total of twenty-five kilograms of platinum, which once gave him the idea of retiring after finishing this vote.
In just a second, this idea was shattered as an uninvited guest took his seat.
"Mr. Mikkelsen." Merlin raised his glass to the uninvited guest. "You still caught me."
"You are too humble, Merlin. Without the clues you deliberately left, I'm afraid it would be difficult for me to find you so quickly." Mikkelsen, who was wearing a classic ginger suit, took out a stack of agreements from his briefcase: "This is
You can read the FBAS Bureau's standard contract. If you think it's OK, we can sign it now. The contract already includes a immunity agreement."
Merlin shook his hand, and a pair of exquisite glasses appeared on his hand. He put all his energy into dealing with the contract.
"I saw it written here that I am obligated to cooperate with the experimental institution in medical research. The time should not exceed six hours per week, which is counted as working time. Does this time accumulate?" Merlin asked one by one, as if both parties were just ordinary applicants.
and the interviewer.
Mikkelsen patiently answered all the questions one by one. He is always very patient when meeting for the first time.
"I'm making sure that after I sign this contract, I will officially become an employee of the FBAS Bureau and completely cut off from my past?" Merlin confirmed again: "Tang Ji will not pursue my past in any form?"
"Of course, my friend, your files will only be kept here." Mikkelsen pointed to his head: "He doesn't even know your past. Believe me, he doesn't care about your past either. As long as you
Don't be stupid enough to publicize your past, and you will be fine."
"It doesn't sound perfect, but I accept it." Merlin signed his name happily, and then he exclaimed: "I have an important clue about the player that I need to report."
"I like your work attitude, Mr. Merlin." Mikkelsen looked at the time: "I happen to be free today, so you can say it now."
"Players are looking for a solution that can replace the body and greatly increase the speed, and the naturalized players are bidding." Merlin came prepared. He turned his palm and found a USB flash drive in his palm: "
They restarted the Federation Army's super soldier program and achieved some results."
"I'm not a scholar or researcher, so I don't know what their achievements are, but I found out about their competitor, the Advent Sect." Merlin explained: "The first round of offers from both sides were made within three months.
It provides more than 10,000 non-superhuman bodies that can be used."
Opposite Merlin, Mikkelson didn't appear to have any emotional ups and downs on the surface, but around the world, there were at least hundreds of Mikkelsons throwing away things in their hands to vent their emotions.
He has undercovers in both the Naturalized Forces and the Adventist Sect, especially the former. Ever since the establishment of the Joint Investigation Office, Mikkelsen has been full of interest in the forces that secretly affect the world structure, so he is on the opposite side.
There are especially many undercover agents, some of whom are even considered to be in high-level positions.
If it weren't for the fact that most of the naturalized forces are inherited through family blood, and that they had seen the existence of shapeshifters too early and had been strictly guarding against this aspect, Mikkelsen might have been playing the game of holding red with his left hand and holding red with his right hand.
Qinghei, a game where left and right fight each other.
And now, a mercenary who has just been exposed suddenly comes up with big news that he doesn't know about. What does this mean?
His undercover agent was consciously isolated from the entire plan...
"Markarian? That's awesome." Mikkelsen, who was far away in Hawaii Island, sighed while sitting in an office of several hundred square meters.
But after the initial shock, the Mikkelsens gradually calmed down. Ten thousand non-superhuman players were not as scary as they seemed.
The converted may be able to easily produce a body of 10,000 people, but the Adventist sect will never be able to do so. Even if it is willing to hand over its internal fanatic believers as containers, it will be difficult for those madmen to complete a 'sacrifice' of this scale.
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Moreover, it is still uncertain how effective these ten thousand people can be. They are not superhumans, and their threat has plummeted. If Markarian plans to use players to fight a conventional war with himself, then they will need more than ten thousand people.
If you want to take advantage of the player's physical body, they need dozens of times this amount of physical body reserves.
"Additional rewards will be added after the information you provide is verified. Believe me, we are much more generous than the naturalized people." Mikkelsen pointed to the bustling street outside the window: "They just want to ensure their rights and interests in the new world.
, and we already own this world.”
Mikkelsen didn't lie about this. With his support as the commander-in-chief, Luther may be the most powerful commander-in-chief in the past half century.
Mikkelsen is in the dark and Tangji is in the open, easily forming a certain balance. No one is willing to disobey the commander-in-chief's orders openly, but how these orders are actually implemented off the podium is political art.
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Smart politicians can get what they want while satisfying the interests of all parties through constant compromise.
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From the current point of view, Luther is a qualified commander. He has accomplished at least two things. One is to withstand the pressure from all parties and let Tang Ji become the director of the FBAS Bureau. The other is to take down Palace W.
and the Octagon, and now the two sides have begun to rebuild a unified chain of command.
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"This is our training center. Although human cloning technology has been banned by various countries, fortunately no one cares about this bullshit ban. This technology has been developing at a high speed." A man in a tuxedo accompanied Markarian as he walked.
Bright experiment.
On both sides of them are egg-shaped containers fixed in mid-air, with milky-white human bodies with molded features looming in the liquid of the same color.
"Among them, the TIBA Academy of the European Union has always been the industry leader. I can confirm that although we are not yet guaranteed to surpass TIBA Academy in some details, in terms of output, we are much better than them." Wearing experiment
Shipaozi's researcher praised Markarian: "Now that we have obtained the information of the 'Super Soldier Project', I believe we will eventually come up with a body that can be regarded as a super human."
Markarian admired everything here with satisfaction. This was an unimagined road.
In the era when Cathy Walter was in power, the Blazers never set their sights here because it was completely meaningless and players would not accept such a mediocre and disgusting choice.
After all, they are here to play metahumans.
But at that time, no one would have thought that one day in the future, players would be forced to the point where they would not be able to log in on a large scale.
But Markarian is different. He has experienced this kind of thing. He is used to starting at a disadvantage and has the patience to slowly wait for the comeback opportunity.
He does not discriminate against clones. On the contrary, he feels that this thing is a perfect match as a physical body. They don't even need to perform additional memory processing. They only need to simply descend and occupy it to complete all of this.
Even new players arriving for the first time can easily handle these clones.
Macalyan was very satisfied with what he saw in the naturalizer laboratory. If nothing unexpected happens, this plan will be directly handed over to the naturalizers for completion.
But the Advent sect was obviously not joking this time. They gave Markarian another surprise.
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"Master God, please go this way." Priest Cecil was wearing a straight black robe, with a wide belt studded with diamonds dividing the robe into upper and lower parts, making him look beautiful and capable.
However, this ability did not last long. As Priest Cecil pushed aside a thick piece of metal, a stench spread across the floor.
At least hundreds of young and middle-aged people were imprisoned inside. They were either lying on the ground with pale faces.
Or just lean against the wall and look away.
"Where did these people come from?" Markarian frowned. Thousands of people were eating, drinking and eating in this 'small' secret room. You can imagine the taste.
"Some are scavengers from the European Union, and some are war refugees from Persia." Priest Cecil explained: "We have collected more than 4,000 people, and we will definitely be able to complete all quotas within three months.
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"I remember I said that the whole process must be carried out without causing social unrest?" Markarian felt that he should not have expectations for these indigenous people. Cathy Walter's note in the diary was correct.
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This group of people seems to have embraced anti-intellectualism, using the banner of the Advent to actively recruit idiots who have given up thinking.
"Please rest assured, Lord Divine Envoy, the whole process was completed in silence." Cecil noticed the Divine Envoy's displeasure and hurriedly explained: "I brought you here today to let you see our
The latest results.”
To be honest, after seeing the bright and clean clone laboratory of the Naturalizer, Markarian was a little disappointed with the current environment that looked like a medieval dungeon. He had already decided to adopt the Naturalizer's plan.
However, Priest Cecil led Markarian into another room, where seven people with grayish skin were studying the theories of the Advent sect with the help of other believers.
"We first discovered them in the refugee camp, a very special small group. We thought they were superhumans at first, but soon we found that their number was increasing." Priest Cecil tried towards one of the believers.
Such a color, these people immediately retreated.
"Please allow me to show you the magic of these people." Priest Cecil walked directly to one of the gray men, stretched out his hand to grab his arm, took out his dagger and drew a long line on the upper side of his arm.
There were wounds, but the Gray Man himself didn't seem to have much reaction.
Later, under Markarian's watch, the wound on the gray man's arm healed quickly!
"Are they superhumans?" Markarian was interested this time. Of course he could see that there were seven Grays here, but what other explanation could there be other than superhumans?
"No." Priest Cecil showed a confident smile: "They became what they are now by eating an accessory product made by a certain super human!"
"Master God, we have found the key to solving the key problem!" Priest Cecil's eyes exuded a fanatical light: "This is our blessing!"
Markarian partially agrees with this fanatic's statement, and as the gray people gradually show their physical superiority and become stronger and stronger, the best thing is that these gray people seem to show some kind of non-physical mental retardation.
tendency.
Not to mention that the latter is perfectly adapted to the advent needs of new players, the self-healing ability alone is enough to make up for the fact that the Blazers went to gluttony and caused the [Cancer Recovery] ability to be interrupted.
"Where are the superhumans who made these gray men?" Markarian was provoked. He felt that it would be more reassuring for such an important superhuman to be transformed into a physical body.
However, Priest Cecil, who had been drawing cakes for the Lord God Envoy for a long time, smiled slightly and told Markarian: "We have initially locked his location, and he is hiding in the No. 2 Refugee Camp in Persia!"
"That is to say, you haven't controlled it yet... No, you don't know who created these gray men at all?" Markarian was dumbfounded. This was his first time cooperating with the Advent sect, but he had already
Totally agree with Cathy Walter on this group of people...
Their enthusiasm is touching, and their ability is impressive.