After experiencing so many riots, Night City seemed to be a lot quieter on Christmas Eve. The refugees were exhausted, and those who should have entered the shelters also entered the shelters. Those who were unlucky enough to hold tickets died on the road.
people are also replaced by new people.
In fact, as of today, the federal government has been completely shut down. Those who are not qualified to enter the shelter, but know the news of the Apocalypse Day, have either passed the state of hysteria and begun to reflect on their lives, or they have already vigorously
Died on the road to fight for the right to live.
The entire society has entered the most ideal state of the anarchists. Outside the shelter, no one cares about them anymore. There are no bureaucrats, no law enforcers, and even no TV programs.
The federal-wide blackout began to spread half a month ago. A few regional groups took the opportunity to take over their own areas and organized manpower to repair the power, but most of the time it was in vain because they also had competitors, secretly.
There are saboteurs lurking everywhere.
Viewed from space, the night view of the Federation flickers in and out, changing every moment.
The food in ports and logistics transfer centers is rotting in place, and people have died of hunger in cities, such as Night City.
The refugees have attacked all the buildings they can enter since the day before yesterday, but the people of Night City are not easy to mess with. They have armed themselves to defend their communities and have organized and occupied supermarkets, organic farms, power plants and other areas.
It's strange to say that although many areas are out of power, the Internet is still functioning normally. The ghosts that occupy the root service are still doing their best to maintain the operation of the Internet, ruthlessly examining the sporadic wailings of the human race before its destruction.
.
According to Ghost's statistics, in the past twenty-four hours, an average of more than eight million posts about the end of the world and the Apocalypse Day have been posted every hour, and each post will receive huge traffic, as if people are waiting with joy in their hearts.
As this happens.
Search information about shelters ranks first on the search list, with billions of inquiries every hour, wanting to know where the nearest shelter is and how to get in.
There is a saying that when humans think, God laughs. The ghost is laughing so hard now that she feels like she is watching the largest stage play in the world.
The production cost of this stage play has never been higher, and the actors have invested more than ever before. By hacking into any camera, you can see the most exciting scenes.
For example, under the camera No. 472 of the Demonstration City, a group of thugs were ransacking a local luxury store. In fact, it was not a robbery. The store had been closed a month ago. The group was just rushing in to move things.
That's all.
Due to the uneven distribution of some expensive luxury goods, this group of thugs also had internal strife and started a unique and passionate showdown in the store.
"Ruth! There's not even a dog here, you can only get half the share!" Thug A shouted to his companions who were forced into the toilet in the locker room, relying on the thick wall as a cover.
"Since I'm here, I have to take the same amount as everyone else!" The man called Ruth responded unceremoniously: "It's the end of the world, no one can make me unhappy!"
The ghost was very curious as to why these people came to snatch these useless luxuries at this time, so she investigated the communication devices of these people and found the nine people she had recently contacted on Thug A's mobile phone.
A second later, all the information of these nine people appeared in front of the ghost. The ghost found the underground acquisition group established by one of them. A black marketeer named Cezer Karadzic was purchasing in the area where the demonstration city was located.
Various valuable items.
What's interesting is that Karadzic is a 'VIP' with a ticket to Vault 101. Based on the traces he left on the Internet, Ghost discovered that the surrounding black marketeers seemed to be planning to continue their business in the Vault. He just half a month ago
He finished scanning the goods in Old Washington, and spent a large sum of money to ask the guards of Vault 101 to help him transport a batch of 'goods'.
Now, he is expanding his inventory.
What’s even more interesting is that according to Ghost’s calculations, if Cezer Karadzic cannot start heading to Vault 101 within the next hour and forty minutes, then based on the apocalypse day planned by Mikkelsen, he will not be able to make it in time.
Return to your own refuge.
Considering that there are currently more than 12,000 players active in the Demonstration City and its surrounding areas, the ghost is very interested in knowing whether Cezer Karadzic can return to the shelter in time.
But there were too many interesting things, and Ghost couldn't put all her limited energy on him alone. She diverted her attention and focused on another interesting story. One after another, she saw the joys and sorrows of the world, and
Never get tired of it.
It wasn't until the ghost made a big circle, returned to Night City, and saw the figures of Tangji and Mikkelsen in one of the cameras that it stopped.
She wanted to know what the two culprits who destroyed the world were talking about at this time. This curiosity overshadowed all other desires, causing the ghost to constantly adjust the zoom angle of the camera and try to analyze the lip language.
However, her impetuous movements made too much noise. Tang Ji's eyes were frightened by the sound of the camera zooming fifty meters away, and he threw the cigarette butt in his hand, directly shattering the camera screen.
"How to deal with jealousy and ghosts? There should be no hidden dangers." Tang Ji had already accepted the impending apocalypse and asked calmly.
"This afternoon a rocket will be launched into the lunar orbit, and the remaining biological tissue will be frozen and preserved inside. I will personally watch it." Mikkelsen took a sip of whiskey and looked at it helplessly.
Tang Ji took out another tree of life from his arms and lit it casually without any intention of being polite.
"As for the ghost, I found her six hidden computing centers, but this is certainly not all." Mikkelsen said indifferently: "But she is not a problem. After the apocalypse, there will not be much left in the world that can be controlled by her.
The things affected are nothing to worry about.”
"This sounds more like a declaration of surrender." Tang Ji sneered and blew the smoke into Mikkelsen's face: "You can't actually do anything to her, right?"
Mikkelsen shrugged, acquiescing to this statement. His attention was always on the players and the Seven Deadly Sins, and he indeed underestimated the threat of ghosts.
In fact, from the moment the explosion point of the Apocalypse Project was calculated four months ago, Mikkelsen had already begun to plan to deal with his collaborator, but the ghost was more cunning than he thought, and she was barely exposed
through any flaws.
Even Mikkelsen was not able to locate all of the ghost's hiding places. The six supercomputing centers hidden around the world were Mikkelsen's achievements. However, he was very sure that these were not all the places where the ghost had secretly built.
What made Mikkelsen most uneasy was that the last supercomputing center he found was built by intelligent machinery. It was built from scratch. There were no humans involved in the whole process. No, to be precise, a ghost is half a human.
kind.
Because most of the clones have gone undercover in the shelter, Mikkelsen's control over the outside of the shelter has plummeted. To this day, he has not found where the secret factory used by ghosts to make supercomputers is.
Faced with Tanguy's questioning, Mikkelsen said nothing because he did make a mistake.
"Is there any chance of redress? I have found her before." Tang Ji did not continue to taunt Mikkelsen, although there were not many such opportunities.
"That was her purpose for us to find." Mikkelsen shook his head: "Forget about her for now. She is called Ghost for a reason. When the players are over, I have plenty of ways to deal with her."
Tang Ji threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and after a moment of silence, he finally asked: "What time will we start tonight?"
"Thirty minutes before midnight, the players have become active. Don't they want chaos? I'll give them chaos." Mikkelsen glanced at the cigarette butt Tang Ji threw on the ground again, sighed, and turned around to fight.
A dimensional gate appeared in front of him with a snap of his fingers, and he finally warned: "I will come to you at eight o'clock in the evening to say goodbye to this city."
...
"Mr. Edward, today is the last chance. Even if you are not afraid, we are afraid. The door of the Heywood shelter has not been closed yet. The refugees are trying to get in like crazy. We are under tremendous pressure.
"The 'Emperor' Scimitar of the Valentino Gang was appearing in Edward's apartment at this time, whispering: "We all know that Mr. Mikkelsen always doesn't act according to common sense. He said that the world will be destroyed tonight.
, but what if it’s earlier?”
Scimitar is indeed panicking now, but in order for Mr. Edward to enter the shelter smoothly, he has no choice but to take action himself. Otherwise, no one will be willing to step out of the shelter. Even Scimitar cannot force his men to go out at this time.
.
He couldn't say that he would go to me, he could only say to follow me, so that he could bring his confidants out to pick him up. After all, no one wanted to go out and take risks at this last moment. If he died outside, he would regret it in the next life.
Even Scimitar himself felt a little panicked when he sat in the car and passed the crazy refugees. After all, they already had shoes to wear.
Fortunately, the apartment where Edward is located is relatively safe. It has not been opened to refugees on a large scale. Most of them are Night City locals.
But when Scimitar came up, the residents of Heywood District gathered in the corridor along the way and respectfully asked Scimitar whether the end of the world was really coming, but he could only remain silent.
Scimitar's silence was an attitude. Just when Scimitar persuaded Edward to leave now, more than one gunshot was heard in the corridor.
It was not that the residents here were trying to attack members of the Valentino Gang, but that the desperate Heywood people got the truth through the machete attitude and finally chose to commit suicide.
Every gunshot made the scimitar tremble, but Edward just sat there, looking straight ahead not knowing what he was thinking.
That kind of expression and reaction made Scimitar a little frightened. He already knew that the reason why his shelter in Heywood was able to solve all the troubles and build it successfully was because Edward found Tang Ji's relationship. Otherwise... the consequences would be disastrous.
So even if it wasn't for Tang Ji's sake, Scimitar would have to pick up Edward today. Of course, if Tang Ji hadn't been there, he might not have come in person.
But if the apocalypse really happened, and the Heywood Shelter would be fine by then, but Mr. Edward was not here, then... Scimitar didn't want to face Tang Ji's gunpoint one day, so he gritted his teeth and planned to kidnap him.
I need to tie the old man back.
"Don't worry, I'm waiting for Tang Ji. I have to ask him one last time if he regrets it." Edward sighed, found the 'Blue Mountain Coffee' Tang Ji Xiaojing gave him back then from the cupboard and prepared to make a cup of coffee.
.
Scimitar winked, and a polite subordinate stepped forward respectfully, took what Edward had in his hand, and skillfully made coffee.
"Old man, what can't we say later? Tang Ji can... go wherever he wants?" Scimitar knew Tang Ji to a certain extent, but the more he knew Tang Ji, the more afraid he became.
This feeling may only be understood by the priests who served the gods in those days. Tang Ji was probably a god in the eyes of ancient people, or even more terrifying, because ancient people thought that the gods they served were divine and perfect, while Ben
Dao knew very well that Tang Ji was a human being, and he was also a man with a bad temper.
"Some things must be said before it's too late, otherwise..." Edward sighed: "Tang Ji has reached this point because of Angelina. If we don't say it, who knows where he will go.
What? Aren’t you afraid of that kind of result?”
Scimitar thought for a moment and found that not only was he scared, but he was so scared that he almost peed...
"Then we will wait with you. You have to educate Tang Ji properly. In fact, destroying the world is not a big deal..." Scimitar said a few words and felt it was better not to say anything, so he shut up. He was a big deal.
The old man is uneducated. He talks more and makes more mistakes. He talks less and makes fewer mistakes. As long as he can protect the safety of the old man, it will be a credit.
...
In Vault 97, Anthony is reading the anonymous investigation report.
The investigation report shows that the infiltrated players came in by cooperating with the residents of the shelter. After they arrived, they did not directly erase the personal consciousness of the body. Instead, they coexisted harmoniously in a way that one body and two consciousnesses were used at different times.
Already.
In this transaction, the body pays not only the body, but also the safety of one's own life, while the player side pays the refuge ticket.
The naturalized people spent money to buy tickets for these people. Although they may be killed on the spot when the players come later, their families can at least enter the shelter. Even as sinners, they are also sinners in the shelter.
rather than dry bones left outside.
"Currently, it is estimated that there are at least fifty players in the shelter." Anonymous finally said.