Mikkelsen even looked at the person in front of him expectantly. After losing the connection with other clones, he was still the same Mikkelsen. Maybe different experiences would allow them to have their own small goals for the time being, but
When it comes to players, Mikkelsen's overall strategy will not change.
Since he can end human civilization through the Apocalypse, and since he can use the Gray Field Project to self-degrade species on the earth, he doesn't mind doing it again.
If he had to make a choice, Mikkelsen would not hesitate to destroy the world again, reduce the number of human individuals to less than one million, and implement absolute supervision to prevent players from infiltrating into this world.
Therefore, when Vaughn woke up again, he just watched with cold eyes, waiting for the possible results.
Mikkelsen watched as Vaughn opened his eyes and looked around at the surrounding environment. Then his eyes suddenly became a little frightened. He opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything because the drug was still taking effect.
But the moment he saw the other person's eyes, Mikkelsen knew that the skin contained the soul of that fool, not some higher-dimensional consciousness from the mother world.
At this time, Vaughn finally saw Mikkelsen standing aside. He stretched out his finger and his eyes were full of expectation. The look in his eyes was so complicated that outsiders could not understand what Vaughn wanted to express.
"Who are you?" Vaughan finally asked a question, hoping to get the answer he wanted from the other party.
He expected that maybe it was his own problem that caused the descendant to not respond to him, and that maybe his companions had succeeded.
During the ten years in the shelter, Vaughn may have long forgotten his original intention of becoming an Adventist. The shelter is not a Garden of Eden, nor a paradise. It is a closed, prison-like space where tens of thousands of people live.
Life depends on supply-based materials, and the energy used is limited for equipment maintenance.
In such an environment, people who have faith in their hearts, or have expectations for the future, can always live a little easier, and concepts like the descendant can change the current situation of mankind and punish those who turn the world into hell.
, became the final determination in Vaughn’s heart.
The more he wasted time in the shelter, the stronger his longing for this obsession in his heart became.
But now, his wish to become a physical person has failed, and all his expectations have fallen on that companion.
"Didn't your descendant respond to you?" Mikkelsen asked with a smile. He was indeed in a good mood. What could be more proof than this that he is a winner?
He defeated those players who claim to be high-dimensional creatures by himself, alone!
Vaughn looked at Mikkelsen's face, his brain was still in a daze due to the previous drug, and he didn't realize the meaning of the other person's words at all, but the Valentino man outside the door was using tools to pry the door open, and he was making more and more noises.
The louder the noise, the more Vaughn's persistence collapsed.
Mikkelsen reached out and patted Vaughn's face, then turned and walked towards the sealed door and opened the door.
Vaughn saw that outside the door, Gusvota with a frosty face was already standing there, holding a weapon in his hand. The strange thing was that he did not feel afraid because of this. On the contrary, he felt a sense of relief.
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Gusvota pointed his gun directly at Mikkelsen's head, looked at the two corpses in the Afterlife Bar and asked: "Who can tell me what the hell happened here! Why did my guide run away alone?
Got here first?"
"I guess your guide is crazy. He came here alone and started killing people. I subdued him." Mikkelsen said without changing his expression, and then made way for Gusvota to let him come.
Deal with this matter.
Gusvota glanced at the guard, who just smiled at him indifferently. It was not like someone who had just experienced a battle. He was too calm: "Control him first."
Mikkelsen raised his hand indifferently and allowed the other party to tie his hands with nylon buckles. He didn't care about his identity. As long as he entered the shelter, he would change his identity and hide again as soon as he turned around.
"Bring that traitor to the VIP room and let's have a good talk." Gusvota pointed to Vaughn, who was still slumped on the ground with his eyes wandering, and asked Mikkelsen: "What's wrong with him? You
Blow his brain out?"
"He took a medicine by himself. I don't know what it is, but he should still have it in his pocket." Mikkelsen was playing a dutiful guard at this time, although he had already been killed because of his arrogance just now.
That's cool, but for people like him, there has to be something to hope for and it takes time, right?
Gusvota suppressed the anger in his heart and turned towards the seat that once belonged to the VIP room of Afterlife Bar. But just as he passed by the bar, he saw the empty bottle of black label whiskey that he had just finished drinking, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat.
tight.
Although Valentino Sanctuary has its own wine brewing center, in order to feed the tens of thousands of people, the annual output is very limited, and the crops used to brew wine are basically the products of the Gray Tinaya Project.
Those things themselves are not tasty, and the final product used to brew wine is also bitter and difficult to swallow, giving the feeling of drinking shoe polish water.
Moreover, the Valentino Gang has its own intelligence channels. Their people are spread across all walks of life. They have a very special intelligence about this special black label whiskey that can prove that the man behind the scenes particularly loves this kind of whiskey that has just been launched.
An unknown drink that suddenly disappeared the next day.
But Gusvota didn't make any fuss. He just walked into the VIP room, briefly interrogated Vaughn, and then shot him.
Although the Anti-Valentino Sanctuary is difficult for outside forces to penetrate because of its special group, Gusvota has not forgotten the Church of the Advent, which was the first to dare to invade the Night on a large scale.
The 'brave' of the city's underground forces.
Of course, they eventually proved how stupid they were with corpses.
So after confirming that this matter was related to the adventer, that is, the player, and that the security guard who was controlled might be Mickelson's person, Gusvota extinguished the anger in his heart. He had no right to be angry.
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In fact, if they hadn't already walked most of the way, Gusvota would have planned to turn around and go back to the shelter, waiting for everything to settle down before going to Heywood Shelter to deal with the separatist tendencies there.
But now, the Mikkelsen agent is outside. Gusvota can only bite the bullet and continue his plan, pretending that he knows nothing about what is happening here. He definitely does not want to be with such a person.