"Two players who invested in Australia died?" Mrs. Generous asked without raising her head, and the person talking to her was none other than the great pioneer Paulina Kubela. Of course, she was currently using a plain body.
It is no longer the one before the Apocalypse, but a female body with obvious Ganges descent.
Hearing Mrs. Generous's question, Paulina trembled visibly, then nodded and whispered: "Yes, madam, as before, she died of the real harm caused by the projection."
Her voice was so soft that in a room with only two people, Mrs. Generosity had to listen carefully to hear her clearly.
"Paulina, you know that Tang Ji is not here, right? And most of the space supernatural abilities are unusable?" Mrs. Generous raised her head and looked at the timid Paulina and sighed: "And I have given
I have given you the authority to log off in an emergency, can you please have a little bit of the momentum of a great pioneer?"
"But" Paulina wanted to say something, but in the end she just remained silent.
She witnessed with her own eyes how the indigenous people lured the players into the trap called the Apocalypse Day step by step, but in the end, except for herself, she could only watch helplessly as the players died in splendor.
She didn't know how many players there were that night. The company didn't announce the number, and even hid the news in this regard to a certain extent. Only a few words were circulated on the black market, but it couldn't cover all the players.
Paulina believes that at least half of the players currently thrown into this world have no idea about this world and Tang Ji, and are defenseless.
She doesn't know what the purpose of the company is, and she doesn't know why the three major committees didn't block the world, but she obviously doesn't want to return to this world.
It's a pity that Paulina couldn't decide her own destiny. When the world opened again, she and all the former pioneers were called back, packed and sent into this world to work for Mrs. Bountiful.
First Cathy Walter, then Markarian, and now Mrs. Bountiful, Paulina didn't see any difference between them. There was only fear in her heart, the fear of Tanguy.
And now, Tangji has finally appeared in Australia. It's like the boots have fallen on the ground, and people can finally breathe a sigh of relief.
But this does not affect the sense of oppression brought by Tang Ji at all. Tang Ji has a friend who can fly around the world. Wang Zhengdao. If the Blazers have a bounty list, then Tang Ji and Wang Zhengdao will definitely be on the list for a long time.
Enter the first two.
"How many cloned human bodies do we have now?" Mrs. Generosity drank coffee elegantly, paying no attention to Tang Ji's appearance.
Like everyone else in the world, Mrs. Generosity does not believe that Tang Ji will die on the Apocalypse. Even if Mikkelsen has made relevant arrangements, he will never die so simply.
"There are currently 392 people in stock. We need more time to fully develop them to meet the players' usage habits." Paulina is a big pioneer after all. As long as she is not allowed to face Tang Ji, then her own
The work can still be done well.
"Expand the scale. Next quarter, I hope to double the quantity of available inventory." Mrs. Generous ordered.
"Our biocavity and biomass stocks are not enough to complete such a task." Paulina shook her head: "Especially the former, we are not yet able to independently build a biocavity."
"It doesn't matter, lower the production standards. Believe me, most players don't need to use such a sound body." Mrs. Generosity smiled: "Anyway, they won't survive the day when complications occur, right?"
Paulina doesn't think this is funny at all
"Madam, why do we have to return to this world?" Paulina finally couldn't restrain the doubts in her heart. She woke up almost every morning and asked herself this question, why did she return to this world, why didn't she give up her choice?
If you quit, you will no longer be part of the player sequence.
But all questions will eventually turn into the same answer - boredom.
During the twenty-five years of the great storm, the two worlds were almost in a state of semi-decoupling, but just as Mikkelsen expected, players planted more than one hook in this world.
These hidden players became anchors, preventing the two worlds from being completely separated. However, correspondingly, the time flow rate of the two worlds was reduced to a ratio of more than ten to one for a period of time.
Twenty-five years have passed in this world, and nearly two years have passed for the players' home world.
In the past two years, Paulina has been idle. She has not come to any other world. On the one hand, she has a psychological shadow, and on the other hand, her authority has been restricted by the company. Apart from the current world, she
Cannot descend into other worlds.
Two years of doing nothing made Paulina feel what emptiness was. For people who were used to the amount of information received by pioneers, two years of doing nothing was undoubtedly a kind of torture.
Paulina could not accept the result that she would be eliminated as a player from now on, and the same was true for other pioneers. If they were asked to make a choice on the second day of the Apocalypse, it would be a completely different result, but after a lapse of two years,
, no one can accept this
But why this world?
Paulina cannot understand the problem from the perspective of the company, the committee, or even the Supreme Being. She is just a remnant who failed to graduate from the City of Glory.
So Mrs. Generosity just looked at Paulina with a smile, and that smile seemed to contain a lot of things.
This smile finally made Paulina run away. She couldn't bear the pressure.
Mrs. Generosity finally shook her head with a smile, looked at the information on the seven deadly sins on the table, and said to herself: "Arrogance, you are nothing more than that."
The arrogant one who was mocked remotely by Mrs. Bountiful was currently sitting in the passenger seat of a truck, whistling and looking at the scenery in the wasteland in boredom.
"Don't be stupid! Nothing has changed along the way. They are all the same. You can drive. I'll let you see as much as you can while I take a nap." The old driver in charge of driving turned away from the steering wheel and climbed directly to the back.
"Unless you see a robber coming to rob me, don't disturb me. Just follow the car in front of me!"
"Got it!" Mikkelsen, with an unfamiliar face, shouted back, flipped over from the passenger seat to the driver's seat, and took over the steering wheel.
Their destination was the Davis Mountain Shelter, and the car was loaded with various fiber materials, battery packs, mechanical components and other "high-value" goods.
The convoy, a total of seven vehicles, set off from Vault 71 in Phoenix. This was the first time Vault 71 had foreign trade. They communicated with the Davis Mountain Refuge in advance through the communication system. The two parties planned to exchange some of their respective information with each other.
specialties.
Vault 71 has more complete industrial production capabilities, while Davis Mountain Vault produces a variety of natural foods and soldiers.
It’s no secret that the Davis Mountain Refuge has repeatedly defeated the big predator Kona’s intention to march into Arizona. These old drivers who have already escaped on the road are the ones who previously delivered arms to the Davis Mountain Refuge.
people.
But now that the Raiders have strategically given up their plans for Arizona, normal trade between the two refuges can finally take place.
Of course, judging from the actual value of the goods, Vault 71 is actually the one who suffers, because even if there is a slight profit from the trade goods, the fuel they use on the road has evened out this profit.
The main reason why Vault 71 is willing to subsidize the Davis Mountain Vault is because of its combat effectiveness.
The combat effectiveness of Tang Ji's old troops is there. It's okay if I didn't know they settled here before. Now that I know, why don't I hug this thigh?
Mikkelsen naturally didn't care about the petty thoughts of the supervisor of Vault 71. There were two avatars in this shelter. One was in a high position and was the head of the security department, and the other avatar was the young man driving the car.
.
He carefully maintained the code of conduct of changing his identity every four years, and always kept himself well hidden. It was originally to prevent players from sneaking in, but now this identity is just used to investigate Tang Ji's situation.
Tang Ji's failure to pick up Dr. Wu Qianying for so long finally made the Mikkelsons suspicious. They needed to know Tang Ji's condition.
After several secret discussions, the current clone naturally became the least likely candidate. Although he himself had other plans in mind, who didn't? They were all Mikkelsen!
Mikkelsen, who was driving at this time, did not have much psychological pressure. There were no organized predator gangs in this area. The big predator Kona who was active in the area had been transferred, along with his subordinates.
The raider army also left.
So right now, Arizona is quiet and peaceful, and it can be said that there is no danger at all.
And he himself was confident enough in his acting skills that he didn't think Tang Ji could identify him so easily, and all he needed was a small chance.
On a journey of just over 200 kilometers, it only took twelve hours for these trucks that had been modified to pass the leading veteran driver.
When it was getting dark, Mikkelsen had already seen the lights of the surface settlements in the Davis Mountain Shelter in the distance. Martin and the others built a five-story building in a coquettish way, and inserted a plug on the top of the building.
A metal pole more than five meters high was built, and the Confederate flag had always been hung on the pole.
But today, when Mikkelsen saw the flag clearly, it was actually the flag with the angry face on it.
As the gate opened, the trucks drove into the settlement one after another after inspection, and Martin was already standing there waiting to unload.
Martin, who was fully metalized due to "Eater Survival", is comparable to a crane in strength and endurance, which greatly facilitates the reconstruction of the entire shelter.
For example, now, when Mikkelsen saw Martin easily carrying a pile of goods weighing nearly two tons into the warehouse and stacking them, even he felt a pity for his talent. This kind of ability is really wasted if he does not work on the construction site.
"Do you have a newcomer?" Martin greeted with a simple voice, and Mikkelsen responded to Martin with a simple smile.
Mikkelsen knows very well what kind of person Martin is. He has deceived countless people with his honest face.
"What does that flag mean?" Mikkelsen asked very curiously.
"That is a sign of the times. You will know it soon." Martin glanced at the flag and smiled: "Now, my friends, come in and have a drink together."
Under Martin's warm invitation, Mikkelsen and the others entered the bar on the surface of the gathering point, and then the first meeting between Mikkelsen and Tangji after the apocalypse happened suddenly——
Tang Ji was sitting behind a simple bar that didn't even have a bartender, drinking a glass of bitter gray beer. A half-grown man sat next to him, talking enthusiastically, not caring about Tang Ji's attention at all.
not here.
But five years is enough time for most mortals to forget a face. They may remember Tang Ji's name and his deeds in their hearts, but if no one introduces him, the drivers who come in together may not be able to recognize him.
The man is Tang Ji, and at most I think he is a very difficult guy to mess with.
"I'm telling you, I've already got the record of five downed aircraft! I'm still..." Constantine Guren chattered around Tang Ji for the whole day. It seemed that just being by Tang Ji's side would satisfy him.
Same.
Tangji didn't want to dampen a child's enthusiasm, but he was a little too annoying.
So Tang Ji snapped his fingers and planned to ask the bar owner to give him a glass of beer and stop his mouth.
But the bar owner was busy dealing with the mess left by several customers. Several young people who drank for the first time today vomited all over the floor in the corner.
Tang Ji had to walk into the bar by himself, poured a glass of gray beer and smashed it on Constantine's face: "I generally don't advocate underage drinking, but since you are already an ace pilot, I think I can make an exception for you, drink.
.”
Then he shut his mouth and took a rest. Tang Ji looked at the excited Constantine and hid the subtext in his heart without speaking it out.
Mikkelsen felt that the gray beer was not that bad anymore, but the next second, the man with beastly intuition fixed his eyes on him, and his smile suddenly froze.
Tang Ji had no memory of Mikkelsen, let alone the pretender Mikkelsen who had changed his identity. He simply sensed a hint of displeasure in the other person.
"Why are you laughing?" Tang Ji walked over and sat opposite Mikkelsen, staring at the young man and looking him up and down.
"He's new here and doesn't understand the rules," the driver who took Mikkelsen out stepped forward and said, but Tang Ji bribed him with a glass of beer.
"I don't mean any harm, I just think he looks familiar. I bought the beer for tonight, and everyone is open to drinking." Tang Ji stared at Mikkelsen and placed a large bottle of beer on the table: "Drink some with me.