I give the world destruction and new life

Chapter 443 Classification
"South Africa, Pietermaritzburg, according to satellite images, it is now in ruins." Mikkelsen hurried into the conference room at the Lost Mountain Base, and turned on the huge air projection screen.

Sitting in the meeting room were Tang Ji, Wang Zhengdao, Wu Qianying, Prophet, and a lot of think tank members from different fields.

Of course, there is also Mr. Lucky who was temporarily called to stack the BUFF. He is sitting nervously in the corner, like a frightened hamster, always guarding against danger from different directions.

Mr. Luck's message today was obviously not to go out, but he came anyway.

This meeting room is specially made, and multiple security measures have been taken throughout the room to prevent peeping from all known angles. It was first used to guard against the eyes of a ghost on the Internet, and as the ghost actively bounced back, this room Conference rooms are not as important anymore, but they are used to holding important meetings here.

There was also a place for Greed in the meeting room, symbolizing his importance, but he couldn't come to this meeting today, and the bastard went back to enjoying life in his castle in England.

After solving the problem of gluttony in Antarctica, greed immediately returned to his retirement life, which may be a common problem of longevity species. In many cases, greed has a completely different concept of time from Mikkelsen and Tang Ji.

Wang Zhengdao is currently the only space jumper in the world who can quickly travel to and from intercontinental distances, and given their greedy past, there is no possibility of them being alone.

"How many players appeared there?" Tang Ji frowned looking at the image shrouded in black smoke in the projection. The previous massacre in Omaha has proved the destructiveness of players.

"I don't know, this time they basically left no one alive, and that used to be the petrochemical alliance's sphere of influence, without my people." Mikkelsen played a few satellite pictures: "The pioneers implemented full-frequency monitoring in that area. Interference, no streaming, no text messages, we don't know anything about what's going on there other than satellite pictures."

"The reason why it can be concluded that the disaster caused by the arrival of the players is because the ghost provided a cryptic information. Twelve hours before the incident, the pioneers sent twenty high-quality bodies into the city." Mi Coulson looked at the time after speaking, and suddenly opened the door.

Outside the door is the current federal leader Luthor. His toughness during the prisoner incident in Northern California made many federal people think that he is the leader who finally hopes to bring the Federation back to the regular leader after the second corporate war. , the reputation is very high.

Luthor is indeed starting to reorganize the order of the federation, and using platoons and external pressure to force the military to return to the control of the federal government is what he achieved within the first month of his tenure.

Then, borrowing Tang Ji's deterrence to establish the FBAS Bureau, and using the superhuman problem to make the federal states start to consider moving closer to the central government again, it was Luthor's second fire.

From the current point of view, this fire is burning brightly, and the Omaha massacre is like a catalyst, allowing everyone to see how harmful transhuman terrorists can be without strong departmental control.

No matter in terms of personal ability or position orientation, Luthor is undoubtedly qualified to participate in this meeting.

"Sorry, I'm late, I have some important calls to make." Luther hesitated for a moment, and sat directly next to the Prophet.

He was brought here from Night City by Wang Zhengdao, but at that time he was about to hold a press conference to deal with those reporters face to face, and explain to the public what he was going to do in the next few years.

For the commander-in-chief, it is undoubtedly an art to let the people at the bottom know the policies and guidelines they are about to implement in a language that the people at the bottom can understand.

He can't tell the whole world cleanly that a war is coming, the federation's agents will definitely be finished, many of you will die, and [-]% of you who survive will have to figure out a way to survive the nuclear winter.
So Luther would tell them that the future was grim, but that the new federal government was willing to face the challenge with strength.

The federal brokerage situation is stable, and I will find ways to further stimulate consumption, reduce taxes, reduce bank interest, increase medical resources, strengthen the construction of anti-terrorism forces, increase the share of imported anti-radiation drugs, and ensure that everyone can afford anti-radiation drug.

"So, they're back again, aren't they?" Luther looked at the information on the screen, his face was uncertain, and there was a hint of expectation in his tone, as if he was waiting for a no answer.

He was glad that this shock did not happen in the federal territory, but at the same time he knew very well that those players who caused chaos would come here sooner or later.

"The ghost didn't give the specific number of people. It only knows the twenty high-quality bodies. As for how many superhumans there are in Pietermaritzburg, no one has counted them." Mikkelsen continued; "But it's not Our only bad news today."

Another set of pictures, the pictures look far less bloody and brutal than before, but each picture has a person who looks out of place with the surrounding environment.

In the first picture, a black man is walking naked on the street, he doesn't mind the attention he attracts, all his attention is on a flower in the green belt of the city, as if seeing it for the first time Something so beautiful that tears welled up in my eyes.

"A reporter in Bloemfontein thought this photo could fetch a good price, so he posted it on the Internet." The picture in front of Mikkelsen quickly turned into a missing person notice: "The only problem is , this man was included in the missing list fourteen months ago."

In another photo he showed, a white woman was concentrating on studying the dinosaur fossils in the museum. Behind her, there were seven or eight law enforcement officers with tense faces, all pointing their guns at the lady.

There are seven or eight photos in the back, each of which has a very unique person. Another thing they have in common is that they are all missing persons.

With the ghosts no longer an obstacle to them, with the help of big data, they confirmed the identities of these people in an instant.

Some of these 'missing persons' have been missing for three years, while others have just been registered by the local law enforcement agencies.

"Are you sure that they only came to players in these two areas?" Tang Ji has long been used to the atrocities of players. If the ability is suitable and used well, the destruction of a city can only be within the size of a certain superhuman.

Fortunately, for now, under the subtle influence of the social order, those superhumans who have just begun to adapt to their abilities have not yet delved into their abilities in this direction.

Most of the time, they are still habitually studying how to use their abilities to take advantage of loopholes, and have no time to study how to make their abilities more efficient to slaughter the same kind.

But the players are just the opposite. Compared with them, even the pioneers are considered law-abiding citizens. After all, they still have the need to integrate into the local society.

"Unless they make things like Pietermaritzburg, it will be difficult for us to find small-scale infiltration." Mikkelsen shook his head: "But from what I know about Markarian, he is The kind of person who likes big scenes and big actions, so I tend to only have these two advent scenes at present."

"The agents of the Ark organization are observing the players who descended on Bloemfontein. Interestingly, they have descended for at least eight hours, but only caused six civilian casualties, four of whom were trying to harm these players. Died from the counterattack." Mikkelsen continued: "In Pietermaritzburg, the players there are like the plague, and they are spreading death around them."

"The armed force controlling the area around Pietermaritzburg is a local armed force, the Spear of Durban, backed by the remnants of the Saudi royal family in the Petrochemical Alliance." Speaking of this, Mikkelsen looked at Tang Ji: " Judging from the satellite observation results, the only resistance force in this area is an armed force from the Spear of Durban, stationed at the freight station about [-] kilometers outside the city, and you can definitely find a suitable guide there."

"Very well, you can discuss the rest of the content slowly." Tang Ji shook his coat, and Pharaoh on the other side also stood up tacitly, and the two left the conference room so gracefully.

Tang Ji didn't know why they wanted to analyze the player's behavior patterns. In his opinion, this was meaningless. Even Karcalf was only willing to cooperate after being threatened at the time.

As long as players can still enter and exit this world at will and occupy their bodies at will, they will never put people in this world on an equal footing.

But Tang Ji will not question the decisions of those smart people in the conference room, he just intends to use his abilities where they should be.

Salim Ahmed held on for another four hours in desperation, during which time a Durban Spear helicopter flew over the cargo terminal in an attempt to fly directly into Pietermaritzburg, only to be within five miles of the city. Kilometers were shot down.

Fortunately, the soldiers in the freight station were busy cleaning up the corpses, so they didn't see this scene. The train rider brought a whole train of corpses.

Under the burning of the flames, the corpses exuded a disgusting smell, and Salem counted his men on the sentry tower.

If you count the wounded, he still has seven people available, and only four of them are intact. More importantly, the only heavy firepower in the stronghold has only more than 200 rounds of ammunition left.

If there is another indiscriminate superhuman, I am afraid that death is their only solution.

"Pack up your luggage and wait for the people who went out to reconnaissance to come back. We will set off immediately and retreat to Ulundi." Salim Ahmed looked at the map for a long time. Ulundi is much closer.

But the helicopter that flew before was flying from the direction of Ulundi, which made Salim feel that the direction of Ulundi might be safer.

After waiting for two hours, Salem received a group of refugees who had escaped from the city. They looked like they had crawled out of hell.

Salem knew that the soldiers he sent to the power station were most likely to die, so he planned to evacuate now. Those refugees brought some unbelievable information.

The number of metahumans who attacked Pietermaritzburg was much larger than he had imagined. They appeared in groups in the city and attacked all moving things.

Most of them are extremely powerful and wear all kinds of metal armor, like demons walking out of an ancient battlefield.

Salem didn't want to try the swords of those weirdos. He instinctively felt that what happened in Pietermaritzburg was not that simple, so he wanted to take his men a little farther.

But things turned out to be contrary to expectations. In another world, players have a more convenient way to share news. The player who died before was obviously very angry at his behavior of screwing up his body. His 'friends' have come to seek revenge.

Sigitas Lange, a player from another world, in this world, his image is a giant man with a height of [-] meters and half-long hair like Conan the Barbarian.

This ferrite body was not so strong originally, but the pioneers used some kind of genetic medicine with strong side effects left over from the federal super soldier project to make it what it is now, to adapt to This group of chaotic demon players who have just been withdrawn from other worlds.

Chaos Demon, Sigitas is used to being called by other players. In most open worlds, players like them are forbidden to enter in the early and mid-term.

Only when this world has entered the final stage and is gradually heading for destruction, players of the Chaos Demon type are allowed to enter.

Chaos demon players are characterized by extreme destruction. They have no interest in background stories and know nothing about the local environment, but they know how to maximize their destructive desires.

Before Sigitas entered this world, they had just participated in the battle of destruction in another world. They created endless chaos and blood in that world, so that they often could not distinguish between reality and games. Potluck.

No one welcomes them, because their appearance means that the game world has come to an end, and many players are standing against them, fighting to protect their favorite world.

But Sigitas doesn't care, at least in the last world, they won and burned the whole world's "great feat", which kept him in a state of extreme excitement for a long time, but that was the last time after all .

So, when Sigitas was invited by the company to enter this fledgling world, he was beyond excited!

The fire man who was killed by Saliman was his companion. On the first day they logged into the game, they turned Pietermaritzburg into history.

And now, with the aborigines bringing a somewhat challenging counterattack, Sigitas is even more excited!
He doesn't care if he will follow in the footsteps of his companions, and he doesn't care about this body. For Sigitas, releasing the desire in his heart is far more valuable than managing the account itself.

(End of this chapter)