(Two thousand words are repeated and will be revised later)
"We need real food, hamburgers! Coke! No garbage!" Tang Ji stood by the window and looked at the prisoners holding signs in protest below, expressionless.
He despised the following people from the bottom of his heart. He regarded them as cockroaches in dark corners and bedbugs in the garbage heap.
Some of the people below have never created a penny of value in their lives. They have been lying on anything they can, sucking blood, and living by exploiting others.
There are also some people, the only reason they have never done evil before is because of cowardice, and the awakening is like handing a knife to them, they almost immediately jump up to become what they long to be.
The gray-black flames of hatred were like living creatures, constantly stirring in the office, covering the entire floor under Tang Ji's restraint.
He didn't want to scare those people, he wanted to see how far they could go in the end, and then...just kill a few more.
As the spokesperson of rage, Tang Ji's anger hardly needs a reason, but the firewood always makes the flame of hatred burn brighter.
His biggest source of anger is that he almost went down the same path as the people below, if it weren't for Angelina.
The longer Tang Ji stayed away from her, the more he realized how beautiful she was and the huge influence she had on him.
"Were you too kind before?" Dru Yin's version of Mikkelsen was sent all the way from the top floor to Tang Ji's window by a vine, and looked at him from the sky: "I thought with your intimidation
, they will tolerate it for at least a few weeks, and then start to resist because of food problems."
"That's because that bastard Carl Wheeler has to stand by the window every meal, so that every prisoner can see how happy he is eating." Tang Ji looked at this version of Mikkelsen up and down.
A touch of green has appeared in my hair.
All the weird things about him, as well as the never-before-seen 'prison gardener' Brandon Mann, were enough for Tang Ji to guess the ending.
The big bastard ate the little pervert alive...
For Tang Ji, cannibalism is obviously a taboo. He feels that people must have a bottom line after all, and they cannot and should not cannibalize their own kind.
Therefore, he has always been hostile to greed and turned a blind eye to the olive branch he extended. The only reason Tang Ji did not kill him was because of lack of strength.
As for Mikkelsen, he is undoubtedly a smart man. He knows the basic basis of his cooperation with Tang Ji. He regards Tang Ji as the sharpest weapon, while Tang Ji regards him as the only one who has both ability and ability.
Someone in power who has resources and is less than Shabi.
Therefore, the good cooperation between the two people has been maintained until now, and both parties have temporarily accepted the flaws of the other.
Of course, Mikkelsen thought much more about the details than Tanguy, or to put it simply, he served Tanguy very well.
For example, in the matter of swallowing Brandon, the son of nature, Mikkelsen could have made the pervert a part of himself openly, but he knew that Tang Ji was a person with a moral bottom line, so he made up a plan to make it clear.
The reason is just to make Tang Ji feel more comfortable.
"What are you going to do about it?" Mikkelsen was put into the room by the vines, and then shrank back: "I suggest you not to kill too many people. The products of the Gray Field Project need to be tested on enough people to determine the social level.
Impact."
"I hope that when you do this experiment, don't forget to include yourself." Tang Ji glanced at Mikkelsen, with anger in his eyes, because he himself had been eating that garbage for three days in a row.
Yes, just as Tang Ji said, he himself was also part of the experiment.
If he and Mikkelsen are the ones who ultimately decide to lead mankind into that gray future, then he can at least start with himself.
Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you. The ancient Eastern philosophy covers the highest state of morality in one sentence, and Tang Ji hopes that this can alleviate his guilt a little.
"I'm afraid I can't promise you, because I have more than four thousand mouths to eat, and I can't eat all the experimental results by myself." Mikkelsen smiled, turned his palm over, and a colorful fruit appeared.
It appeared in his hand and bit off most of it in front of Tang Ji.
"Believe me, I will not live in a wasteland full of stench, because I will not accept failure." Mikkelsen raised his eyebrows at Tang Ji provocatively: "If that day comes, I will stay in
This old era that belongs to me ends with it."
"Coward." Tang Ji glanced at Mikkelsen with disgust. As the planner, initiator, and even the final executor of the entire plan, the most cowardly behavior is not to dare to face the consequences of the plan.
"Coward? No, you don't understand me. I can strategically prepare for failure, because that is my responsibility to the entire race, and I must plan a feasible retreat for it." Mikkelsen carried the question.
head, as if feeling the temperature of the sun: "But for me personally, I will never accept the possibility of failure."
"But so far, I don't see any hope of victory. We are too passive and can only wait for those players to take action." Tang Ji looked at the prisoner parade below and began to commotion. The prisoners holding homemade signs were noisy.
I squeezed into the middle, and within a few seconds someone suddenly set fire to it and started burning the surrounding plants.
"Huh? What are you dealing with because of us?" Mikkelsen said to Tanguy: "The pioneers have taken root in this world for a hundred years, slowly dismembering our world, and I am sticking it back together."
"Invisible to you, I have convinced many naturalized people to return to our camp. The next step is information disadvantage, and the last step is a real war." Mikkelsen sighed, closed his eyes,
In his mind, he manipulated the green plants within the prison to form a separation wall.
"You know, those pioneers have been secretly destroying nuclear weapons." Mikkelsen waved his hands, and two thick vines came out of a nearby building, sweeping down a large number of superhumans, and then they were pushed to the ground.
The green plants are firmly locked to the ground.
"Luthor and I were taking back the management rights of those military facilities, and it turned out that the pioneers had been doing this since a year ago." Mikkelsen continued: "The pioneers didn't want us to take the initiative.
Table, do you know what this means?"
Tang Ji didn't want to ask, so he jumped out of the window. If he didn't get down, those superhumans would use their power to demolish the building.
"It means they like the existing world background, so for most existing people, we are actually playing villains who want to destroy the world." Mikkelsen sighed.
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...(The following parts are repeated and will be modified later)
"We need real food, hamburgers! Coke! No garbage!" Tang Ji stood by the window and looked at the prisoners holding signs in protest below, expressionless.
He despised the following people from the bottom of his heart. He regarded them as cockroaches in dark corners and bedbugs in the garbage heap.
Some of the people below have never created a penny of value in their lives. They have been lying on anything they can, sucking blood, and living by exploiting others.
There are also some people, the only reason they have never done evil before is because of cowardice, and the awakening is like handing a knife to them, they almost immediately jump up to become what they long to be.
The gray-black flames of hatred were like living creatures, constantly stirring in the office, covering the entire floor under Tang Ji's restraint.
He didn't want to scare those people, he wanted to see how far they could go in the end, and then...just kill a few more.
As the spokesperson of rage, Tang Ji's anger hardly needs a reason, but the firewood always makes the flame of hatred burn brighter.
His biggest source of anger is that he almost went down the same path as the people below, if it weren't for Angelina.
The longer Tang Ji stayed away from her, the more he realized how beautiful she was and the huge influence she had on him.
"Were you too kind before?" Dru Yin's version of Mikkelsen was sent all the way from the top floor to Tang Ji's window by a vine, and looked at him from the sky: "I thought with your intimidation
, they will tolerate it for at least a few weeks, and then start to resist because of food problems."
"That's because that bastard Carl Wheeler has to stand by the window every meal, so that every prisoner can see how happy he is eating." Tang Ji looked at this version of Mikkelsen up and down.
A touch of green has appeared in my hair.
All the weird things about him, as well as the never-before-seen 'prison gardener' Brandon Mann, were enough for Tang Ji to guess the ending.
The big bastard ate the little pervert alive...
For Tang Ji, cannibalism is obviously a taboo. He feels that people must have a bottom line after all, and they cannot and should not cannibalize their own kind.
Therefore, he has always been hostile to greed and turned a blind eye to the olive branch he extended. The only reason Tang Ji did not kill him was because of lack of strength.
As for Mikkelsen, he is undoubtedly a smart man. He knows the basic basis of his cooperation with Tang Ji. He regards Tang Ji as the sharpest weapon, while Tang Ji regards him as the only one who has both ability and ability.
Someone in power who has resources and is less than Shabi.
Therefore, the good cooperation between the two people has been maintained until now, and both parties have temporarily accepted the flaws of the other.
Of course, Mikkelsen thought much more about the details than Tanguy, or to put it simply, he served Tanguy very well.
For example, in the matter of swallowing Brandon, the son of nature, Mikkelsen could have made the pervert a part of himself openly, but he knew that Tang Ji was a person with a moral bottom line, so he made up a plan to make it clear.
The reason is just to make Tang Ji feel more comfortable.
"What are you going to do about it?" Mikkelsen was put into the room by the vines, and then shrank back: "I suggest you not to kill too many people. The products of the Gray Field Project need to be tested on enough people to determine the social level.
Impact."
"I hope that when you do this experiment, don't forget to include yourself." Tang Ji glanced at Mikkelsen, with anger in his eyes, because he himself had been eating that garbage for three days in a row.
Yes, just as Tang Ji said, he himself was also part of the experiment.
If he and Mikkelsen are the ones who ultimately decide to lead mankind into that gray future, then he can at least start with himself.
Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you. The ancient Eastern philosophy covers the highest state of morality in one sentence, and Tang Ji hopes that this can alleviate his guilt a little.
"I'm afraid I can't promise you, because I have more than four thousand mouths to eat, and I can't eat all the experimental results by myself." Mikkelsen smiled, turned his palm over, and a colorful fruit appeared.
It appeared in his hand and bit off most of it in front of Tang Ji.
"Believe me, I will not live in a wasteland full of stench, because I will not accept failure." Mikkelsen raised his eyebrows at Tang Ji provocatively: "If that day comes, I will stay in
This old era that belongs to me ends with it."
"Coward." Tang Ji glanced at Mikkelsen with disgust. As the planner, initiator, and even the final executor of the entire plan, the most cowardly behavior is not to dare to face the consequences of the plan.
"Coward? No, you don't understand me. I can strategically prepare for failure, because that is my responsibility to the entire race, and I must plan a feasible retreat for it." Mikkelsen carried the question.
head, as if feeling the temperature of the sun: "But for me personally, I will never accept the possibility of failure."
"But so far, I don't see any hope of victory. We are too passive and can only wait for those players to take action." Tang Ji looked at the prisoner parade below and began to commotion. The prisoners holding homemade signs were noisy.
I squeezed into the middle, and within a few seconds someone suddenly set fire to it and started burning the surrounding plants.
"Huh? What are you dealing with because of us?" Mikkelsen said to Tanguy: "The pioneers have taken root in this world for a hundred years, slowly dismembering our world, and I am sticking it back together."
"Invisible to you, I have convinced many naturalized people to return to our camp. The next step is information disadvantage, and the last step is a real war." Mikkelsen sighed, closed his eyes,
In his mind, he manipulated the green plants within the prison to form a separation wall.
"You know, those pioneers have been secretly destroying nuclear weapons." Mikkelsen waved his hands, and two thick vines came out of a nearby building, sweeping down a large number of superhumans, and then they were pushed to the ground.
The green plants are firmly locked to the ground.
"Luthor and I were taking back the management rights of those military facilities, and it turned out that the pioneers had been doing this since a year ago." Mikkelsen continued: "The pioneers didn't want us to take the initiative.
Table, do you know what this means?"
Tang Ji didn't want to ask, so he jumped out of the window. If he didn't get down, those superhumans would use their power to demolish the building.
"It means they like the existing world background, so for most existing people, we are actually playing villains who want to destroy the world." Mikkelsen sighed.
