"Everyone, kneel down where you are!" Tang Ji put his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker. There were piles of knocked down prisoners around him. He didn't want to kill them. He had realized that these people were affected by a certain superhuman ability.
Already.
Every psychic superhuman is a potential super terrorist. This is the consensus of everyone. If conditions permit, it is best to keep them in a low active state for prison control.
The Central Prison took over not only these superhuman prisoners, but also gained a lot of experience in jailing them, but Tang Ji wanted them to truly experience the order they longed for.
"Men squat on the left, women squat on the right!" Tang Ji moved through the gathering of dangerous elements like Moses dividing the sea. Wherever he passed, all the prisoners crouched down according to his will.
It's not that there are no female prisoners in the central prison, but the number is very rare. Apparently, at least on the road to crime, female superhumans are more cautious.
So when other prisoners subconsciously stay away from Solyaso, she becomes very conspicuous.
"Are you going to re-arrest me, law enforcer?" Solyasuo looked at Tang Ji with a smile, a trace of madness flashed in his eyes, the madness that Tang Ji had seen in the eyes of that madman Kang Orr: "But I am already in prison.
It’s in!”
Haaland, who was tricked and only breathed out, shouted in the crowd: "She is organized by Losas, I will report it! Lock her up quickly! She has accomplices outside! The weapons are also carried by her people.
Come in!”
It is a pity that Mr. Haaland, an enthusiastic citizen, did not win a reward for his words, and he was sent to the solitary room with others.
Oh, there was no solitary room in this prison before. Mikkelsen had just installed it, a very wide underground parking lot, with green plants penetrating the concrete layer weaving airtight compartments into it.
The dense leaves are the best sound-absorbing material, and there is complete silence between any two compartments.
The prisoners who were escorted into the so-called solitary room by the prison guards felt as if they had entered the stomach of some terrifying monster, and the people walking in front screamed one after another, which made the prisoners even more frightened.
There, Mikkelsen's newly found collaborator, the unnamed Mr. Nightmare, has prepared a twenty-four-hour nightmare package for them.
Because things were in a hurry, Mr. Nightmare could only give these people a random nightmare that was taken from his previous victims to experience from the nightmares he had compiled before.
This kind of behavior of teasing customers makes Mr. Nightmare a little ashamed. As a scholar who has long studied the subconscious, his job is actually a psychiatrist and an explorer in cutting-edge fields.
Mr. Nightmare’s research field is mainly about the impact of prosthetics on people’s mental state. Through some cases, he concluded that human self-perception is based on the body itself, and the intrusion of prosthetics will lead to disorder of human self-perception, and ultimately lead to
Mental illness occurs.
In addition, he also published some coats of arms about the cognitive differences between superhumans and human races by analogy, which once aroused great popularity on the Internet.
Then he was exposed on the Internet, and many colleagues published papers refuting him, many of which were sponsored by companies for paid comments.
Everyone knows the final result. Mr. Nightmare, who suddenly awakened, staged a scenario of one day killing all the keyboard dogs in the world with a sword in his hand, and he became a psychopath.
"So, how do you want me to deal with this lady?" Mr. Nightmare borrowed the telephone vine in the basement to contact Mikkelsen. In a place where electronic products are replaced by plants everywhere, his mental illness has undoubtedly become more serious.
"First try to see if we can pull her into a dream, but be careful. If she is who we think she is, there may be a firewall in the subconscious." Mikkelsen didn't want to expose Mr. Nightmare to Tang Ji. He was worried about that.
The reckless man wiped the other person's neck easily.
"A firewall in the subconscious? Interesting, let me try." Mr. Nightmare geared up and started to create a dream, and then tried to pull Solyaso into his own world.
The whole process does not require him to have direct contact with Solyasuo. Just like the Lord of Happy Dreams, the only thing he needs is for Solyasuo to enter a sleep state.
The key point of the whole thing is this, how to make something that may be a player fall asleep.
Solyasuo was very cooperative. She almost let Tang Ji tie her up tightly. With such a fearless attitude, Tang Ji was almost certain that the other party was the player.
"The prison riot failed. The prisoners put up little resistance. Solyaso is being taken back to the building where the target is located. Do you want to intervene?" A sniper in the distance reported to Markarian.
Naturally, this news was heard by Mikkelsen, and he directly grabbed Tang Ji: "Stop here, our guests can't wait."
"What guest?" Tang Ji frowned. He felt that what happened today was a little strange from the very beginning.
Mikkelsen undoubtedly had the ability to stop this riot at any time, but he did not. Wu Qianying had previously deliberately asked him to appear more in prison, especially in front of prisoners, which obviously had a deeper meaning.
"It's just a spur-of-the-moment plan. I didn't have time to tell you, but it seems that the results are very satisfactory so far." Mikkelsen looked at his watch and seemed to be calculating something.
He suddenly took a step forward, just in front of Tang Ji, and a cluster of green blood splashed out instantly. Mikkelsen snorted, turned to Tang Ji and said: "Wang Zhengdao will appear in five seconds.
Don’t ask too many questions, just follow him, we found that damn internet ghost!”
???
Tang Ji looked at Mikkelsen with a question mark, as if he was about to die in front of him in the next second, and then looked at Soluasso in his hand. Obviously, this was another standard Mikkelsen-style sudden action.
Only he knew the whole plan, and others were either completely kept in the dark or only knew part of it.
Tang Ji didn't like this plan very much, and Wang Zhengdao obviously didn't like it either. He showed up with a roll of toilet paper in his hand, apparently taking the opportunity to go to the bathroom on an impromptu business trip.
"Hell, give me the specific address!" Wang Zhengdao's face didn't look very good because he had just received the message fifteen seconds ago.
For this reason, he had to give a speech as the rotating president of the European Union and jog all the way to the bathroom. Now the entire European Union knows that his kidneys are not good.
Mikkelsen reported the coordinates to Wang Zhengdao. Wang Zhengdao sighed, grabbed Tang Ji's hand and disappeared into the square. The entire handover process only took eight seconds.
Before the sniper reported what he saw, his eye was pierced by a hard vine that lurked beside him at some point.
...
"Where is this?" Tang Ji looked at the spacious and bright corridor in front of him and rubbed his fingers. There was still blood from prisoners on his fingertips.
Even more surprised than them were the employees of the Hutt Group. At first no one noticed the two men who suddenly appeared in the corridor, but an otaku who came out to make coffee with headphones suddenly exclaimed: "Tangji?!
"
Then the whole scene began to fall apart. A female white-collar worker who was sitting at her workstation suddenly turned pale. In the next second, she seemed to have gone crazy and ran straight into the huge floor-to-ceiling window. From the 35th floor,
Jump down.
"Very good, now I understand, she belongs to you." Tang Ji moved his wrist and held down the fat man who seemed to be a fan with one hand: "Where is your server room?"
"Computer room?" The fat man was stunned for a second, and then he responded: "Point to the top of your head, right above us. There is only a reinforced ceiling blocking you. If it were you, you should..."
Tang Ji really didn't need any other help. Although the floor height here was five meters high and the ceiling looked very solid, he could pass through it directly using phase movement.
The Sword of Damocles, the ghost on the Internet, the secret weapon used by the pioneers to monopolize Internet hegemony, was now less than five meters above him.
Tang Ji instantly entered the phase shift state and appeared directly on the upper level.
He could feel the temperature around him suddenly dropping, and the low and powerful roar of the refrigerator lingered in his ears.
It occupies at least five floors in height, an empty and huge room with only a basic frame, and server matrices that look like high-rise buildings are located here, projecting all kinds of strange shadows under the weak and dark light of the lights.
...
...(The following parts are repeated and will be modified later)
"Everyone, kneel down where you are!" Tang Ji put his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker. There were piles of knocked down prisoners around him. He didn't want to kill them. He had realized that these people were affected by a certain superhuman ability.
Already.
Every psychic superhuman is a potential super terrorist. This is the consensus of everyone. If conditions permit, it is best to keep them in a low active state for prison control.
The Central Prison took over not only these superhuman prisoners, but also gained a lot of experience in jailing them, but Tang Ji wanted them to truly experience the order they longed for.
"Men squat on the left, women squat on the right!" Tang Ji moved through the gathering of dangerous elements like Moses dividing the sea. Wherever he passed, all the prisoners crouched down according to his will.
It's not that there are no female prisoners in the central prison, but the number is very rare. Apparently, at least on the road to crime, female superhumans are more cautious.
So when other prisoners subconsciously stay away from Solyaso, she becomes very conspicuous.
"Are you going to re-arrest me, law enforcer?" Solyasuo looked at Tang Ji with a smile, a trace of madness flashed in his eyes, the madness that Tang Ji had seen in the eyes of that madman Kang Orr: "But I am already in prison.
It’s in!”
Haaland, who was tricked and only breathed out, shouted in the crowd: "She is organized by Losas, I will report it! Lock her up quickly! She has accomplices outside! The weapons are also carried by her people.
Come in!”
It is a pity that Mr. Haaland, an enthusiastic citizen, did not win a reward for his words, and he was sent to the solitary room with others.
Oh, there was no solitary room in this prison before. Mikkelsen had just installed it, a very wide underground parking lot, with green plants penetrating the concrete layer weaving airtight compartments into it.
The dense leaves are the best sound-absorbing material, and there is complete silence between any two compartments.
The prisoners who were escorted into the so-called solitary room by the prison guards felt as if they had entered the stomach of some terrifying monster, and the people walking in front screamed one after another, which made the prisoners even more frightened.
There, Mikkelsen's newly found collaborator, the unnamed Mr. Nightmare, has prepared a twenty-four-hour nightmare package for them.
Because things were in a hurry, Mr. Nightmare could only give these people a random nightmare that was taken from his previous victims to experience from the nightmares he had compiled before.
This kind of behavior of teasing customers makes Mr. Nightmare a little ashamed. As a scholar who has long studied the subconscious, his job is actually a psychiatrist and an explorer in cutting-edge fields.
Mr. Nightmare’s research field is mainly on the effects of prosthetics on people’s mental states.
Through some cases, he concluded that human self-perception is based on the physical body itself, and the intrusion of prosthetic bodies will lead to disorder of human self-perception and eventually lead to mental illness.
In addition, he also published some coats of arms about the cognitive differences between superhumans and human races by analogy, which once aroused great popularity on the Internet.
Then he was exposed on the Internet, and many colleagues published papers refuting him, many of which were sponsored by companies for paid comments.
Everyone knows the final result. Mr. Nightmare, who suddenly awakened, staged a scenario of one day killing all the keyboard dogs in the world with a sword in his hand, and he became a psychopath.
"So, how do you want me to deal with this lady?" Mr. Nightmare borrowed the telephone vine in the basement to contact Mikkelsen. In a place where electronic products are replaced by plants everywhere, his mental illness has undoubtedly become more serious.
"First try to see if we can pull her into a dream, but be careful. If she is who we think she is, there may be a firewall in the subconscious." Mikkelsen didn't want to expose Mr. Nightmare to Tang Ji. He was worried about that.
The reckless man wiped the other person's neck easily.
"A firewall in the subconscious? Interesting, let me try." Mr. Nightmare geared up and started to create a dream, and then tried to pull Solyaso into his own world.
The whole process does not require him to have direct contact with Solyasuo. Just like the Lord of Happy Dreams, the only thing he needs is for Solyasuo to enter a sleep state.
The key point of the whole thing is this, how to make something that may be a player fall asleep.
Solyasuo was very cooperative. She almost let Tang Ji tie her up tightly. With such a fearless attitude, Tang Ji was almost certain that the other party was the player.
"The prison riot failed. The prisoners put up little resistance. Solyaso is being taken back to the building where the target is located. Do you want to intervene?" A sniper in the distance reported to Markarian.
Naturally, this news was heard by Mikkelsen, and he directly grabbed Tang Ji: "Stop here, our guests can't wait."
