Tang Ji was left in the restaurant of the underwater base. From his point of view, the style here was full of petty bourgeoisie. Those tedious and useless decorations cost a lot of money just to transport them from the ground.
Even if the prophet was so rich that he didn't feel bad about lighting a fire, Tang Ji still thought that this place shouldn't be so luxurious.
They say that the world is in danger and human civilization is in danger, but they do not try their best and are still enjoying life.
The restaurant is open 24 hours a day, with no fixed dining time. There are four chef stalls, which can take care of most tastes. He can even order a cup of coffee here and wait for the neon sushi set to be served.
Macadom once said that they were attacked by a player not long ago and suffered heavy losses, but it was definitely not here. Tang Ji was sure that he could not see any sadness or anger on the faces of the people around him.
On the contrary, the faces of the people here are filled with arrogance supported by high wages and low-intensity work. They talk about the safety of the world, but in fact they can't even pry open a crab shell.
"Do you think it's too unorganized here?" Wang Zhengdao suddenly appeared opposite Tang Ji, as if he had been sitting there before.
"I thought we were fighting a battle to defend Stalingrad. You are all Red Army soldiers who are tenacious and have no retreat." Tang Ji shook his head and picked up a piece of fish with chopsticks: "It turns out that this is indeed the Italian army stationed in Paris.
army."
"Don't be too harsh. These people are prophets. They could have enjoyed a more refined life in the sun." Wang Zhengdao explained slightly: "They spend half their time paying attention to the financial market. The prophet's industry supports
It affects the operation of the entire organization.”
"It's meaningless. Those players didn't come here to gamble their luck on Wall Street." Tang Ji wiped out the food in a hurry: "You and I are not from the same group."
"Did the prophet show you the list?" Wang Zhengdao ordered a Chinese meal: "Her plan is indeed a bit cruel, but it is undeniable that it is a helpless move. The facility we used to hold special superhumans was raided by players.
, it may have appeared in the player's ability warehouse now."
"No, I don't mind killing people, but you are going in the wrong direction." Tang Ji looked at Wang Zhengdao with some seriousness: "Based on the superhuman base, unless we kill all ourselves, there will always be people with powerful enough abilities to appear.
This is not a way to fight players."
He was a law enforcer and had killed many people. Now he was an outlaw and had killed even more people. But Tang Ji made sure that he had a clear conscience for every shot he fired.
If the law were enforced according to the prophet's standards, Tangji should kill everyone on the street because they are all likely to commit crimes.
The evil of human nature is not reflected in what a person can do, but in what a person does.
Wang Zhengdao suddenly laughed, he raised his hand and put it on Tang Ji's shoulder, and the next second they appeared in another hall.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The prophet sitting in the rocking chair clapped his hands: "You passed my test. I'm sorry to do this, but I had to test you in this way. When you incarnate into rage, that's what you did, from the South Pole to the North Pole.
, from the East Coast to Europe, your preventive massacres almost destroyed the foundation of human civilization."
Tang Ji looked at the prophet indifferently, waiting for her next words.
"Okay, I formally invite you to join the Ark organization. I wonder if you are willing to contribute your own strength for the future?" The prophet raised his head, not caring about Tang Ji's indifference: "I will ensure Tang Anran's safety, including experiments.
room."
"I have the right to refuse your order." Tang Ji's attitude was the same as before. He could work for big companies, and naturally he could also work for the Ark organization, but instead of working hard, he must have the right to veto.
"Of course, you will soon become familiar with my style. I am not a strong leader." The prophet laughed: "Believe me, if it were not for those players, I would prefer to lie on a chair, leaning against the fireplace and waiting for death to come.
, I already feel it is very close to me."
"Are you about to die?" Everyone could see that the prophet was in poor physical condition, but Tang Ji thought that she had reached the point where the oil lamp had run out.
"If I stop peeping into the future, I should be able to live for another three years." The prophet answered calmly: "I have experienced death four times. I am not afraid of death. I am only afraid of when that day comes.
Waking up on my eighteenth birthday again.”
Tang Ji looked at the prematurely aging prophet and wisely did not speak. He had only died once and had no qualifications or experience to comfort an old man who had died four times.
"What you see above are the people I put on my record. Their work is also very important, but many things are kept secret from them." The prophet quickly recovered: "And what we are going to discuss next,
It’s about the core issues of players.”
"From the time I started tracing to now, the organizations established by players have been defeated at least four times, and Byrons Pharmaceuticals is just one of them. Of course, you already know the Losas organization they are using now." A screen opened in front of the prophet,
News from Losas was played above.
"This is the first time that they have shown themselves to the world in such an active and intense way. I personally think this is a signal." The prophet looked at Tang Ji and said, "I'm afraid it's already long before players can truly enter this world on a large scale.
Not far away."
Later, the prophet showed another chart: "This is the time point when players entered this world in the past fifteen years. The interval has gradually shortened from two years. We speculate that their return time should be four to five months...
"
"136 days, 14 hours and 23 minutes." Tang Ji suddenly spoke, leaving the prophet stunned.
"What did you say?" The prophet's face was full of surprise. Of course she heard the number clearly, but she didn't know where Tang Ji got such an accurate number.
"I have to hide my trump card, right?" Tang Jixue replied in a prophetic tone: "They will be back in four months, what are your plans?"
"Well, it seems that Mr. Furious doesn't intend to reveal his trump card." The prophet looked at Tang Ji with deep meaning: "My people have calculated the players' investment in this world, from labor costs to time costs, and the result is very scary.
Numbers, a pretty expensive investment.”
"I guess with such a large investment, players can't just leave it to naturalized people to manage." The prophet pulled out another list: "One of these people must be pretending to be a naturalized person.
Player, I need you to verify."
"How to verify?"
"Use your favorite method to scare him into pissing his pants."