When a new day comes, more than 4,000 Mikkelsens around the world look a little melancholy. A faint sense of uneasiness spreads in the hive consciousness. To describe it using Eastern philosophy, Mikkelsen feels inexplicably...
It’s not appropriate.
Superhumans at Mikkelsen's level often attach great importance to their own intuition.
"Lost Tangji's personal signal." Soon, the first ominous news was placed on Mikkelsen's desk, and they lost Tangji.
Or to put it more appropriately, Tang Ji did not want them to monitor him anymore. He had always known that he was under the surveillance of Mikkelsen and other organizations. Previously, he was willing to cooperate for Mikkelsen's plan.
But now, he has a premonition that something is going to happen, and he no longer plays along with the world.
"The prophet's vital signs have fluctuated, and doctors and recovery superhumans are conducting rescue operations." A secretary rushed into Mikkelsen's office in a panic: "The Ark Organization hopes that Mr. Wang Zhengdao can return immediately. The situation is very bad."
The second piece of bad news came as expected, showing what it means that good fortune never comes alone and misfortune never comes alone.
Bang!
Mikkelsen's favorite pen was pinched off. It was a gift from President Obama because Mikkelsen gave him the most generous amount in the other party's revolving door deal. He actually admired the little black guy very much.
son.
He was one of the few federal leaders after the new century who still had dreams. He even tried to change the federation in a real sense. Unfortunately, his power was too small.
Of course, in fact, the commander-in-chief was also the last commander-in-chief of the Federation who could not be called a happy man. After him, the entire capital market was undercurrents and began to ignore the authority of the federal government more and more. After experiencing
After the worst in history, the worst in history, and the worst federal entertainment people in the future, the corporate war has finally made the people of this country no longer have to look for political news in the entertainment section every day.
"I understand. Let people prepare the plane and inform Dr. Wu Qianying of the news." Mikkelsen ordered with a normal expression. He stood up solemnly: "I hope to be ready to take off within five minutes.
"
The secretary who had worked next to Mikkelsen for three years could vaguely feel Mikkelson's mood swings. She suddenly realized that this was the first time she had seen her boss coming from behind the desk because of her notification.
Stand up for the news.
"Yes, start preparing immediately!" The secretary's expression was as serious as a robot on a mission to kill John Connor. Even if there were ten T-800s standing in front of her, she would go straight through.
"Let me give you a ride, stupid woman." Mikkelsen looked back at his closet, chose a black suit from it, put on a black hat, and pinned a flower that he had prepared in advance on his chest.
The little white flower took a black umbrella and walked out of the office.
At the prophet's funeral, there should be a moderate gentle breeze and drizzle to express gratitude to her on behalf of the world.
If the weather is unfavorable, Mikkelsen plans to have a good talk with the local weather on the island of Malta. If not, he will send Greedy to teach him a lesson about the air and atmosphere there.
Like Mikkelsen, Wu Qianying changed into suitable clothes in less than a minute. She was wearing an elegant black dress, a black wide-brimmed translucent asymmetric hat, and a very delicate-looking carnation pinned to her chest.
It also held a bouquet of white chrysanthemums.
"So, today is the day?" Dr. Wu's tone contained a hint of impatience, as if he was dissatisfied because his scientific experiment was interrupted.
But Mikkelsen is an old guy who has matured with age. He just nodded, and Wu Qianying shut his mouth. If he had to say it, the prophet may be Wu Qianying's only friend in this world.
Only those who look into the future like a prophet can repeatedly gain the upper hand in front of Wu Qianying. The weird friendship between them lasted for almost two years, with an average frequency of three to twelve emails a day, which fully demonstrated the human nature.
Linguistics is teasing each other and insulting each other about the depth and breadth of the field.
But even so, these two women would actually send each other a hypocritical greeting letter during the festival, wishing each other good health.
Occasionally there are outrageous words, but it is just a rare occasion when Wu Qianying wears a formal dress and sends a photo that highlights her figure and skin to the prophet to show off her charm, and the prophet will buy or dissolve a certain company that Dr. Wu Qianying likes.
Luxury goods and electronic product companies retaliated and sent the detailed process of the entire acquisition case to Wu Qianying for review.
Mikkelsen didn't want to think about this complicated and twisted friendship. He just waited quietly for the ground crew to prepare a high-altitude, high-speed shuttle within five minutes, and fined the other person for being disheveled.
A full year's bonus.
"Please, ladies first." Mikkelsen gentlemanly let Wu Qianying get on the plane first, and then he also sat in.
He actually doesn't need this clone to go there, but the journey to Malta is itself a farewell ceremony. In fact, there are Mikkelsen clones all over Europe heading to Valletta on the island of Malta by various means of transportation.
"Please Mr. Wolfgang go to Valletta, Malta, before twelve o'clock this month to attend the funeral of Ms. Prophet." A black-covered email appeared on the monitor in front of Greedy, and on the mobile phone,
On the LCD screen of the refrigerator, on the real-time screen of the microwave oven, on everyone in the castle, on every electronic product with a screen.
Wolfgang looked at the screen in silence for a few seconds, then snapped his fingers, and a British butler and twelve Gothic-style maids appeared out of thin air in his bedroom.
"What service do you need, sir?" the old butler asked in a London accent that was in line with people's expectations. The twelve maids behind him bowed forward in unison and waited for instructions.
"A suit for the funeral, a handful of suitable flowers, and forget it, that's all." Wolfgang ordered.
"What kind of funeral is it?" the housekeeper asked with concern.
"It's more grand than attending the queen's funeral. No, it's a lot grander." Wolfgang nodded, stretched out his arms and said, "Be meticulous and perfect."
"I follow your instructions, sir." The old butler elegantly took out a ruler and began to measure Wolfgang's body size. Rolls of fabrics of various materials were shaped out of thin air by Wolfgang.
The maids sew and process on site.
"The prophet's life is in danger, we need you, Wang." A message was delivered to Wang Zhengdao by a carrier pigeon. Due to EMP coverage, their communication network was temporarily paralyzed, so the Ark organization could only contact Wang Zhengdao through supernatural means.
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Wang Zhengdao's heart felt cold. He stared blankly at the note in his hand. He kept exerting force in his hand, and the pigeon instantly turned into a magic feather. How could it be now?
He glanced coldly at the great pioneer, Paulina, who was sitting not far away, and the other party couldn't help but shudder.
He looked at the landing module behind him again, as if he wanted to see a hole in the surface of the landing module.
Duty and prophet, he can only and must choose the former, even if he once swore that he would not let that woman make the final journey alone.
Tang Ji is walking alone in the clouds. The ability of [Air Stamper] is actually not as useless as it seems. It not only allows a heavily armored warrior like Tang Ji to walk on the ground in the air, but also allows him to fully exert his power on the ground.
in the air.
Just like this, surging power gathered at the toes, and the atmosphere under the feet was like a flexible floor. Suddenly it was stepped on by an elephant. Centered on the footprints, a dent visible to the naked eye was made. The next second, the space of several kilometers in radius was covered.
It began to tremble on the edge of being broken, and the air made a frightening sound due to vibration and compression. The next second, the force no longer continued to increase, and the space began to exert force to rebound.
Bang!
Tang Ji took a few kilometers forward in one step, leaving only a strange cloud behind him.
Under his feet is the human world, and above his head is the deep space.
Tang Ji quickly headed south at this speed.
When passing over the island of Malta, Tang Ji stopped for a moment, stopped over the city and took a deep look, and then continued walking. In just ten minutes, he arrived over the sea of Madagascar.
Tang Ji dived down like a high-altitude dive, and finally kicked the wall of air behind him hard.
A group of atmospheric fluctuations that could be directly observed on the weather satellite sensor remained on the record, and Tang Ji's speed instantly accelerated to above the speed of sound.
After the nuclear explosion, there was a sudden fluctuation visible to the naked eye in the gray clouds that were rendered by metal powder. The sky there was like a jelly that had been slapped on the butt. It shook suddenly, making everyone in the entire war zone stunned.
Can be seen.
"What new weapon is that?" The old navy captain on the Princess Diana raised his head and looked at the sky, subconsciously took off his hat, and asked with a hint of awe.
He naturally knew that Mikkelsen, who had a naval rank hanging next to him, was a big shot, so he asked this question.
"That's the nuclear bomb of the new era." Mikkelsen looked at the strange things in the sky through his telescope, with a wry smile on his lips.
"Nuclear bomb of the new era?" The old captain's body was a little stiff. He had already experienced a close-range nuclear explosion yesterday. He felt that this old bone could not bear the repeated visits of so many nuclear bombs: "I began to regret that I accepted this
It’s a mission, today is a really bad day.”
"Believe me, you'd better be optimistic, because today might be the last good day in your life." The bitter smile at the corner of Mikkelsen's mouth gradually bloomed, with a kind of free and easy attitude: "Anyway, this damn thing
The world deserves to die too, doesn’t it?”
"What did you say?" The old captain couldn't keep up with Mikkelsen's rhythm, but the other party's tone and expression were calm.
"Don't laugh, I'm scared!" Ms. Anne said what the old captain was thinking. He didn't even have time to appreciate the beauty of this lady at this time. You must know the reason why the Princess Diana and even the entire fleet can survive the enemy.
Even after the forces detonated their nuclear weapons, they still maintained their morale under tremendous pressure. The big reason was because of Ms. Anne.
After her arrival, a retrieval and condolences were held on various ships. Now all the soldiers know that there is another real princess on the Princess Diana, and no man is willing to show even the slightest bit of weakness in front of the princess.
"What's going on?" Anne grabbed Mikkelsen's collar with both hands and asked loudly. In the process, the breast button of her navy uniform broke off due to excessive force.
"You also have the Seven Deadly Sins, can't you feel it?" Mikkelsen burst out laughing: "He's here, he's here, he's come to face his destiny."
"What do you feel!" Annie shook Mikkelsen hard. In fact, just like Mikkelsen said, she already had a feeling in her heart. Fury was quickly approaching the sea area, and a sense of crisis originating from instinct was going crazy.
urging her to leave here.
Run! Run as far away as possible! You are invincible! Run away!
"What the hell is going on! Why did Tangji come here? What will happen?" Anne didn't care about the attention of other people around her. She only knew that if she didn't vent her fear, she would start to run away based on her instinctive tendency.
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"Because the landing module contains the seeds of the violent power of the previous generation." Mikkelsen looked at the luminous point falling from the sky and replied loudly: "Do you know how the last superhuman era ended!"
"What are you talking about?" Anne had very few information channels, and she didn't even know that they had dug the greedy grave of the previous generation.
"The last era of superhumanity was ended by a furious man. He wanted to burn the entire world to ashes, whether gods or humans. He wanted to ignite the earth, evaporate the sea, and burn the sky!" At this time, a helicopter stumbled.
Trying to land on the Princess Diana, Mikkelsen shouted because of the noise of the propeller: "But he failed! Someone banished him before he could fully ignite his power!"
"But he was not willing to fail. He ignited all the power and burned persistently on Europa for four thousand years! Four thousand years!" Mikkelsen shouted with his face red, looking at the sea getting closer and closer.
Guangdian said excitedly: "Do you know what kind of power that represents!"
"I'm more concerned about who banished him!" Anne's face was pale, which was in sharp contrast to Mikkelsen. The power from the soul spanned time and passed through the dream, showing her to the furious Chi Guoguo.
of fear.
"If you feel fear, that's right. We should all be afraid. After coming into contact with the seeds of power left by the previous generation of Fury, whether Tangji is Tangji or Fury will determine the fate of this world." Mikkelsen died.
Staring at the trajectory left by Tang Ji in the sky, his eyes were full of fanaticism. Everything he arranged was to strengthen Tang Ji's self-awareness.
The establishment of the special zone, the victims in the special zone, Angelina's sculpture, and Tang Anran's exposure. The former represents his own way of hatred, while the latter represents his responsibility to the world.
"Don't let me down, Tangji." Mikkelsen closed his eyes and prayed. The next second, Tangji fell into the sea, stirring up waves of more than ten meters on the sea!