I give the world destruction and new life

Chapter 150 Behind the Scenes
Mr. Lucky, who has been hiding in the busy city, was recruited by Tang Ji, a shit-stirring stick. This is a big event in many groups.

The first thing that feels bad is naturally the naturalized people who have not recovered. The damage Tang Ji has done to them in the past few months is comparable to the results of the joint investigation office in three or four years.

If he gets Mr. Lucky again, these naturalized people feel that they may be choked to death by the sudden appearance of Tang Ji if they drink saliva in the future.

Therefore, even though the descendants were leaving to order them to lurk, and even though the lurkers gave the direct order to shrink the defense, they still used forces in the North American region to destroy this alliance.

"The Chimera team has completed assembly, with a total of 10 members." A black man with a height of about two meters and muscles like rocks saluted the high-level naturalized people on the screen: "We are waiting for the plane to land, and we are ready to fight Get ready, you can board the plane in [-] minutes."

"Very good, the target is traveling in a Beamon transport vehicle, so you won't miss the target even in the air." The high-ranking naturalized person who was pushed up to the front desk looked a bit ugly, but still ordered in a firm tone: "In action Before the start and during the operation, you may encounter some surprises, but I believe you can overcome them."

"Of course, sir! We are the best!" The expression of the black officer was also like a rock, giving people a firm and reliable feeling.

"Looking forward to your good news." The high-ranking naturalized person hurriedly ended the call, leaving only the black officer with the same dignified expression.

Like the Hydra team, the members of the Chimera team are all superhumans. They are all soldiers carefully selected by the naturalized people. After proving their loyalty, they are given the status of superhumans.

But including the commander himself, only seven people in the entire team knew the purpose of the naturalized organization and the existence of the descendants. The other soldiers thought that they were working for a large group that was hiding in the dark.

They were usually broken up into more than a dozen small teams of varying numbers and stationed in several nearby cities, acting as a force guarantee for the naturalized organization.

Many of them have performed missions in Las Vegas, including but not limited to kidnapping superhumans, assassinating stumbling blocks, looting rare items, and more.

And Mr. Lucky Carl Ville is an iconic figure who can't get around the city of Las Vegas. They have carried out several missions against Mr. Lucky. At first it was kidnapping, and later it was assassination.

As a result, several teams were lost successively, and the black officer also changed from the fourth in command to the leader of the Chimera along the way.

And now, the task of attacking Mr. Lucky finally fell on his head. If he was not black, the higher-ups would have noticed how ugly his face was in the video just now.

"Ali, who is the target of our mission?" His deputy was sorting out the equipment. It had been a long time since they had encountered an operation where all members were called together. Many people gathered together excitedly waiting to bring disaster to the enemy.

"Tang Ji." Ali felt that his throat was a little dry, so he paused.

"It is indeed a difficult target, but we can handle it. We have more than 100 people, and he has less than ten people." The deputy opened the magazine and checked the bullets: "I really don't know what the higher-ups think, the return time is coming, why do we If you are still so timid, you should have killed that Asian guy a long time ago!"

"And Mr. Lucky." Ali finished the second half of the sentence, and the target was so frightened that the deputy dropped the bullet to the ground.

"Who?" The deputy reconfirmed while bending down to pick up the bullet.

As a result, when he lowered his head, he knocked over the bullet box next to him, and the slender needle-shaped armor-piercing bullets rolled all over the ground. A soldier wearing exoskeleton equipment and carrying a mortar box suddenly slipped and fell to the ground.

The shell box was thrown backwards with mechanical assistance, drawing several graceful curves in the air.

Ali knew that this thing had anti-collision protection, but he also knew what kind of enemy he was facing, so he rushed out without any hesitation.

His deputy obviously realized something, but looking at the needle-like bullets all around him, he could only give a wry smile, lying on the ground with his head in his hands before the shells hit the ground.

boom!
A shell that had failed its safety had just hit the munitions pile, detonating other explosives, and the warehouse was blown down by a third.

The blazing flames and the continuous explosions caused the Chimera team to lose nearly half of their manpower.

These people were basically injected with the ability to recover from cancer, but this increased the tragedy of the scene. Several soldiers had half of their bodies cut off, and they still maintained a clear consciousness. They could only watch the flames burn.

Ali got up from the ground and fell to the ground again. He escaped the explosion, but his body was pierced by the sacrificial armor-piercing bullets twice in a row. He could only lie on the ground and wait for his body to recover.

But soon, he felt an abnormal cyst at the wound site, and immediately showed a hopeless expression.

At this time, the transport plane that was supposed to land on the runway and take them to attack the enemy finally appeared crookedly in the sky, leaving a scary gray trace in the air.

Ali smiled bitterly, turned over vigorously, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it for himself, watched the plane try to correct its course, and then crashed directly towards where he was.

The last expression he left to the world seemed to say "tired, destroy" in big characters, and the Chimera team, which experienced two accidents in a row, left only seventeen survivors for the naturalized people, all of whom unfortunately entered the world. stage of cancer.

The Chimera Squad, one of the four direct armed forces established by the naturalized people in North America for more than ten years, has been removed from today.

Billions of funds and countless manpower were put into it. It took less than half an hour before and after, and it burned faster than paper.

This is not over yet, the senior naturalized person who gave the direct order encountered a car accident on the way to the safe house 5 minutes after the Chimera team was destroyed.

Although he survived by luck, all his bodyguards died. In order to prevent the car from being bombed and other accidents, he left the main road and walked into the alley.

When the follow-up bodyguards and law enforcement officers arrived, this high-ranking person who had a certain status among the naturalized people had already turned into a dead body.

The person who killed him not only took away his expensive watch, wallet, his suit, and his leather shoes.

Afterwards, according to the surveillance video, when he died, he was only three seconds behind the first bodyguard who arrived. If he could cover the wound with a little more force, and if the bodyguard could speed up a bit, the story would be completely different.

And the instigator of all this is lying in the pile of money at this time, flipping through Playboy magazine boredly.

Carl Weller had dark circles under his eyes. Obviously, the good life during this period made him lose the good habit of falling asleep under the bridge in the early years.

Tony and Ethan muttered in a corner not far away for a long time, Tony stood up suddenly, stood in front of Carl Weller holding two dice, and said excitedly: "Do it again! I don't believe it!" That way you can still win!"

"A few more times, the result is the same." Carl Weller is a person who has seen the big world. He is not interested in this kind of small gamble just to prove his ability. He casually took the dice and threw them on the ground, two sixes.

Tony turned his head and stared at Ethan hard, as if asking: Didn't you handle the magnetic field?

Ethan shrugged innocently, obviously confused, the two of them have lost 44 games in a row, during this period they tried many cheating methods, but the result is still 44 games in a row.

"I want to get out of the car and go to the bathroom!" Carl Ville tapped on Tang Ji's chair: "It's been almost seven hours, let's stop for a while and let the wind go!"

Tang Ji looked at the road map and frowned. He subconsciously wanted to reject the request, but he quickly reacted and signaled Martin to pull over.

"Do you have any omens?" Tang Ji asked.

"Omen? What omen?" Carl Ville looked puzzled, "Does it count if my bladder is about to lose its hold?"

"Oh! You want to ask if my ability is working?" Carl Ville showed a complicated smile: "I'm afraid this will always be a secret. I can't tell what happened to me. I did it." I made a directional choice, or the result has already been decided, and I was only guided to make the right choice."

"What does he mean by that?" Martin looked at Mr. Lucky suspiciously, and was very dissatisfied with the bitter look on his face. He felt that a person with such ability should wear a sun god-like smile every day, To give back to the world.

"God knows, but fortunately, someone will take the headache for us." Tang Ji's brain has learned to block the philosophical questions about Mr. Lucky.

Martin drove the behemoth into a shaded place. Although the air conditioner kept blowing cold air, the heavy vehicle covered in metal armor was still scorched by the sun like a steamer.

Mr. Lucky opened the car door, enjoying the comfort brought by the natural wind, exercising his muscles and bones, and then began to look for a place to solve his personal physical problems.

Although there is a bathroom in the car, a person who is used to a luxury bathroom with a large square meter can really not pee in a car bathroom that is less than two square meters.

And just after they finished their car, a large drone belonging to the Joint Investigation Office slowly passed by at high altitude, and sent high-definition photos of the vicinity back to the headquarters of Mikkelsen's office one by one.

"Sorry, commissioner, we still haven't found the target vehicle." The intelligence analysis expert looked at dozens of G-sized photo groups suspiciously, and such a large vehicle just disappeared out of thin air.

According to their past experience, it is correct to attribute this incident to superhumans.

Mikkelsen scanned the group of photos expressionlessly, and then threw all these things in the trash can. Although he didn't show any angry expression, the emotion was already shown in his actions.

The intelligence analysis expert found an excuse to escape quickly. This was the first time he saw the legendary senior commissioner get angry.

Mikkelsen's mood was indeed agitated, but it was not to the point of anger. He just felt that things were starting to get out of his control.

Mr. Lucky has always been regarded as a strategic talent by him, but he has acted several times, no matter whether he sent an invitation letter as a courtesy, or sent someone to the casino to arrest him, he failed.

Even if Mikkelsen went to Las Vegas to meet Mr. Lucky himself, it also ended in failure.

Leaving Mr. Lucky's existence to Wu Qianying and luring Tang Ji to try it was just a temporary idea on his mind, and it was also a test for both parties.

But now it seems that this idea appeared too abruptly at the time, and it seemed that it was not in line with his previous caution.

This was the reason that really made him emotional. Mikkelsen found that he still couldn't tell whether it was impulsive at that time, or he was really affected by Mr. Lucky's ability.

This feeling of being manipulated made the always proud Mikkelsen feel as uncomfortable as being forced to eat three boxes of canned herring.

Tang Ji has mastered Mr. Lucky. In the long run, it is good news. At least now Carl Weller's ability has been effectively used instead of killing time in the casino.

Mikkelsen quickly let go of the little unhappiness in his heart, and began to think about how he could control Tang Ji through Wu Qianying, and then pull the influence of Mr. Lucky into his plan.

For an extremely dangerous superhuman like Mr. Lucky, it seems that there are two layers of safety valves in the middle, which seems to be more beneficial to him, and what he pays is just more thinking and planning.

That is already instinct for him, the whole world is just a chessboard for him, when to make a move, when to kill the opponent's big dragon, he has already figured it out.

It's just that the other side of the chess game is currently in the thinking stage and has not yet responded to his move in the last round.

Thinking of this, Mikkelsen finally calmed down, and contacted his secretary through an honest rotary dial phone: "Let the drone evacuate, cancel the application for changing the orbit of the surveillance satellite, and end the surveillance plan for Karl Ville."

"Understood." The secretary replied immediately.

But soon, the phone on Mikkelsen's desk rang, and he instinctively realized that it was bad news.

"Mr. Commissioner, our drone rushed into a sudden thunderstorm and has lost its signal." The secretary seemed to be weighing his words, and after a brief pause, he reported the bad news again: "The satellite orbit change request you applied for earlier It has passed, but the space center has just received news that the orbit-changing satellite has malfunctioned and is making an emergency landing toward the atmosphere, and is expected to burn up in one hour and 38 minutes."

Clap!

The pen in Mikkelsen's hand was broken, but he still replied calmly: "Then just cancel the surveillance plan for Karl Weller."

"They reported that a small-scale explosion occurred [-] kilometers away from the last place where Carl Ville disappeared, and a plane crashed there." The secretary finally reported some good news: "By comparing the images, we found that It’s a hidden airport, suspected to be related to Chimera, do you need to send someone to investigate?”

This time, Mikkelsen finally smiled.

(End of this chapter)