"Report on abnormal changes in mainstream crops? Why does this kind of thing appear on my desk?" Markarian looked at his big pioneer Paulina and asked: "Does this kind of thing have anything to do with us?"
"Many think tanks of the naturalized forces believe that this is the beginning of the Tangji-Mikkelsen Group preparing for the doomsday war. These crops have radiation resistance, are easy to grow, and have a large yield." Paulina Ku.
Bella is now considered a qualified pioneer. She has violated Markarian's orders several times for the benefit of the pioneers, which has made her reputation very high among the pioneers. She has made up for it.
Cathy Walter left a blank.
"According to our investigation, the final products of these crops are difficult to swallow in terms of taste, but they are rich in nutrients." Paulina continued: "The naturalized people believe that this is a means of driving away the descendants, which makes them taste less delicious.
The world has lost its value for exploration.”
"If the natives can eat, then the players can eat. They don't come here just to eat." Markarian frowned, thinking that this was indeed a blind spot.
He himself is very satisfied with the food culture of this world. This is the first modern world that the company has opened up. From the perspective of productivity, the food culture of this world is destined to be better than those they have experienced before.
Much more colorful.
Perhaps because of the undigested beef Wellington in his stomach, Markarian asked: "How long has this crop been secretly promoted?"
"For at least a year, they have been suggesting that these foods are good for human health and can increase the probability of awakening." Paulina actually doesn't care much about this kind of thing, because she will most likely not be able to eat the fruits of these crops after they are flooded.
Already.
But as she is responsible for her job, she has the responsibility to remind Markarian of the changes in the world line.
This kind of situation is actually rare to see in the world they pioneered in the past. This is a rapid response unique to civilization in the information age.
It only took less than a year from the concept to actual promotion, but the actual planting area has exceeded a quarter of the world's graded cultivated land area.
Paulina only ate this kind of thing once, and she made up her mind to stop the other party from destroying the ecology of the world.
"Very good, I understand, let's go down." Markarian gave the farewell order and sighed alone.
The number of players is increasing day by day, and the total number has exceeded 7,000, but the names on the death list are getting longer and longer, and more and more news about Tang Ji is undercurrent among the new player group.
The currently known Seven Deadly Sins are almost all in Tangji Mikkelsen's camp. The gap between them in high-end combat power is very obvious, and even because there is not enough time to settle, they are not as good as the high-level ones other than the Seven Deadly Sins.
The superhumans have widened the gap.
Not long ago, players launched continuous attacks against several LV3 superhumans, trying to capture them into physical bodies, but all operations failed.
The abilities of high-level superhumans are changing with each passing day, almost the same every day. Markarian has to admit that he underestimated the potential of superhumans in this world at the beginning.
Of course, he cannot bear the blame entirely. The entire Trail Blazers team is inseparable from it. They single-handedly accelerated the emergence of the superhuman wave, but failed to keep up with the wave in time and constantly updated and upgraded their physical reserves.
You must know that in the early stages of a wave, the scavengers usually arrest bodies at a ratio of twelve to one to prevent any unexpected situations.
They even have enough manpower to suppress the seven deadly sins of gluttony, greed and envy with absolute power.
This advantage lasted until they met Tang Ji, the Wrath of the Seven Original Sins, and the perfect cycle was broken. More and more body warehouses were contributed, and a large number of body losses could not be replenished, so that at this stage, players
To enter the game, you need to queue up and wait for your physical body. Few players are willing to accept the difficulty of starting as a mortal.
Unknowingly, the source of the problem was pinned on Tang Ji again, and Markarian threw the report directly on the table in anger.
How should he deal with a LV3 rage? Although they do not have relevant data on rage at this stage, they have raised gluttons at this stage for a long time and have relatively abundant information.
Judging from the information, conventional weapons have no effect on such super creatures. There is no need to confirm this. They even used the extreme power of this world to deal with Tang Ji, but everyone knows the final result.
It was from then on that the morale of the Trail Blazers completely collapsed, forcing Markarian to slowly expand the number of players through fueling tactics.
Now, quickly improving the high-quality bodies among players has become Markarian's number one problem. Nearly twenty player organizations, after experiencing several failures, submitted a list to him, which included all the things they wanted to do.
The body you want but can’t get.
They are all ruthless, high-level superhuman characters, and you can find jokes about half of them on TV news.
Markarian had to face these demands, because these player organizations waved their resources in other worlds and shouted: Take my money, give me what I want, now!
Even yesterday, Markarian would have regretfully put this need in the pile of to-do items, but now, he has a new choice
A seemingly impossible option suddenly expanded his scope of activities in this world.
Because it was too impossible, Markarian decided to use this important but dispensable need to test the originally impossible collaborator.
"Paulina, come in again." After a brief weigh, Markarian decided not to exclude the Blazers from the plan for the time being. This was the last chance he gave them.
"Mr. Markarian." Paulina Cubela appeared again, with the same respectful look on her face, and there was no trace of her private neglect of his direct orders.
"Here is a list. We need these bodies on the list. There will be collaborators with confidential identities to help us get these people. You and the door team will be responsible for the transfer." Markarian handed over an old-fashioned mobile phone with mechanical buttons.
They pushed it together: "This is the only way to contact the other party. Just wait to answer the phone. Don't take the initiative to contact the other party."
"Okay, I understand." Paulina didn't show any curiosity, but calmly put away the information and mobile phone.
The first name on the list is Didier Hoover, a well-known superhuman who has been in the limelight recently and is known as the Child of Destiny.
"Didiar! You can't win every time, even if you are a super human." The man in cowboy clothes looked at his opponent wildly, and put a finger through the trigger guard of the prelude revolver, letting him
The intro rotates at high speed, and during the rotation, he fills a bullet into the bullet chamber in a fancy way, and suddenly slaps the intro on the table: "You first, me first?"
"I am a guest, so you should come first." The man named Didier Hoover smiled humbly. He is the most famous lucky boy in Las Vegas after Mr. Good Luck. He is regarded by many
The casino was blacklisted, but this did not affect his gambling.
Just like now, as long as he stands in the spotlight, he will never lack challengers.
The cowboy confidently picked up the prelude, pointed it at his temple, and pulled the trigger continuously. The sound of the empty chamber fired through the radio made all the viewers in front of the TV soar with adrenaline. This liter was five times.
"It's your turn, lucky guy!" The cowboy had only one chance left, and the prelude that was bound to be inspired was pushed to Didier Hoover with a sarcastic smile on his face. He is also a super human and is good at details.
Observe that the actions that seemed fancy before are actually affecting the position of the bullet in the bullet chamber to ensure that you can do what you are doing now.
Didier Hoover picked up the prelude nonchalantly, pointed it at his temple casually, and pulled the trigger as if he didn't realize it was a sure shot.
Many viewers in front of the TV closed their eyes subconsciously, but they heard a snap in their ears, which was the sound of an empty gun.
what happened?
Didier Hoover's opponent also stared wide-eyed. He snatched the prelude back in disbelief, opened the bullet chamber and inspected it, only to find that the bullet was still inside.
"Now it's my turn." Didier Hoover said as a prelude to his opponent. He dragged it against the table at random, and the bullet nest rotated rapidly under the huge force. He had already aimed it at his temple, just like his previous opponent.
What he did was to pull the trigger five times quickly and decisively, and throw the prelude directly back into the opponent's arms: "It's your turn."
The cowboy's face suddenly turned pale, and the hand holding the prelude was full of veins. He seemed to be considering the possibility of shooting Diddyar Hoover directly. However, several superhuman bodyguards appeared around him and gave him a warning.
Cowboys pressuring.
Under the objective pressure and in front of the cameras of media reporters, the cowboy finally pointed the gun at herself in despair, and then suddenly raised her hand to try to kill Didier Hoover, but the moment she fired, Didier Hoover was shot.
Dial had already kicked over the table first.
Boom!
The bullet hit the metal chips on the table that had not had time to slip off, and the bullet rebounded and hit the cowboy in the face, killing him very simply.
Such an exciting program certainly received high ratings, and the audience and advertisers were very satisfied. Except for the superhuman who played the cowboy, he was complaining behind the scenes that there was something wrong with the angle of the bullet this time, which injured his cheekbone.
, more treatment shots are needed to cure.
"Stop complaining. You made the ballistic design yourself. It's your share. Happy cooperation." Didier Hoover shook hands with the other party, turned around and sat in front of the makeup mirror and sighed.
These days, it's hard for a metahuman to make money. His days of grabbing money in casinos are gone forever. Now, something closer to a close-up magic show is just a means of making a living.
"Didiar Hoover?" Several men wearing black suits and earrings broke through the entanglement of the bodyguards and stood behind Didier Hoover and asked.
"It's me, are you?" Didier Hoover stood up and looked at the agents with some confusion: "Is there any trouble?"
"We are agents of the FBAS Bureau. We have a task that requires your assistance, and you have been temporarily recruited." The agent showed his ID, and then took Didyar Hoover away.
The car with the FBAS Bureau's camera on it drove less than two kilometers and turned into a large parking lot. The agent sitting next to Didier Hoover suddenly gave him a sedative, and then a dimensional gate appeared.
Appeared in front of the car.
The two agents just held Didiar Hoover, threw him into the dimensional gate, and then replied on the communicator: "Target No. 1 has been delivered."
The second name on the list is Carsten Weaver, a street fighter with a long track record of misdeeds. His ability to awaken is definitely proof that God is not open to his eyes.
Carsten Weaver was walking in an alley carrying a big schoolbag filled with cash, but Weaver was obviously not very satisfied. He looked at a black subordinate with an angry look on his face: "That's it? I sent
Are you here for charity?"
"Sorry, Boss Weaver, the place has been raided twice this month." The black man hesitated and explained: "People from the FBAS Bureau also came once. They are looking for you, and the law enforcement officers were also called by them to cause trouble."
"You mean, I've affected your business!?" Carsten Weaver's voice rose three times, like a knife, torturing the black man's soul.
This is not an adjective. Carsten Weaver can turn his voice into a weapon. The big black man knelt on the ground amidst his scolding, his face full of pain.
"This is a warning, I won't be so easy to talk to next time." Carsten Weaver checked the person's hand and left gracefully with his schoolbag on his back.
A car followed behind Carsten Weaver, but it seemed that the driver and Weaver were already old acquaintances: "Carsten, are you a big shot now?"
"It's none of your business, don't mess with me!" Carsten Weaver angrily threw his schoolbag over his other shoulder.
But a ball of yellow gel suddenly hit his face. A man in a suit holding a paintball gun came out from the corner. A passerby who had just passed by Carsten Weaver also turned to help. Several people
He pushed Carsten Weaver to the ground and put his foot on the back of his head so that he could not make any sound. After being tied up, he was directly stuffed into the car and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The car drove through streets like this. The FBAS agent in the back seat carefully cleaned the gel from Carsten Weaver's nostrils and inserted a thin breathing tube into it to prevent him from suffocating to death.
.
"He will definitely not come back, right? Otherwise I will be dead." The local law enforcer who had previously attracted Carsten Weaver's attention confirmed again.
"Don't worry." The agent of the FBAS Bureau nodded and reported through the communicator: "Director, target number two is obtained, please open the door."