Before countless citizens could react, the greetings from the pioneers had already landed, and each missile carried a full ton of explosives.
Its power was enough to level an area the size of half a football field to the ground. The glass of the nearby building was instantly shattered, and the hostages hiding inside let out deafening screams.
But this was just the beginning. The missiles that fell one after another fell in batches, washing the whole street with blood.
These are ballistic missiles left over from the Federation era. They were originally designed to carry nuclear warheads and deliver devastating strikes to targets.
Now, the pioneers use these things as large rockets for deterrence.
Mrs. Generous and Mr. Gentle watched calmly as everything around them was swept away by shock waves and flames.
"Full of savage beauty." Mrs. Bountiful praised, she was attracted by the explosion and destruction that happened before her eyes.
She wanted to reach out and touch the surrounding flames, but she passed them by: "Three thousand-degree flames, but it's a pity that I can't feel its warmth."
"Madam, stop joking. Please leave this place when the dust clears!" Mr. Wen still maintains his gentlemanly demeanor. Since the Seven Virtues plan has been aborted, the last thing of value in this world has become Mrs. Generosity's.
appreciation.
Daniel Quint hopes that he can still climb higher. If there is a supporter who is related to the Supreme Being behind him, his position within the company will be stable.
"How to leave?" Mrs. Generous looked at the flames with obsession: "Don't you realize that the native must have done something to prevent me from leaving through space teleportation."
"The easiest way is to kill Tang Ji." Mr. Wen suggested: "He is becoming more and more dangerous. With that space teleporter, he has threatened the company's next plan."
"You can try, but I guess you won't succeed." Mrs. Generosity was gently pulled towards the edge of the war-affected area: "He will be difficult to kill before the entire world completely surrenders."
"Destined person?" Mr. Wen asked with some surprise. He has visited many worlds. In some very primitive worlds where mysticism is prevalent, the so-called pan-dimensional consciousness does exist.
When it feels threatened by the outside world, it will choose an individual as its agent, and that individual is the destined person.
But this world obviously does not meet the conditions for the birth of pan-dimensional consciousness. The human civilization in this world has been enlightened, and it is impossible to form pan-dimensional consciousness.
"Maybe, this is one of the research topics I came here for." Perhaps it was stimulated by the magnificent scene before, or perhaps it was the excitement of being in close contact with Tang Ji. Mrs. Generosity rarely said a few more words: "This is my
An opportunity to ascend to the Greatest.”
Hearing the word Supreme, Mr. Wen immediately became serious and stared at the surroundings vigilantly.
But when they wanted to move forward, Mrs. Generous suddenly felt a sense of restraint, as if some force prevented her from moving forward.
"It seems that we need to pay something." Mrs. Generous felt the binding force coming from the void and looked into the distance.
In that direction, Tang Ji forcefully lifted off the reinforced concrete covering his body, coughed a few times, raised his middle finger in the direction of Mrs. Generous, and laughed.
Although the raised craters on the ground obstructed his line of sight, Tang Ji still accurately sensed the direction of Mrs. Generosity and her intention to stay away from him.
"Report the casualties." Tang Ji sat on the body of a Hydra soldier and calmly lit a cigarette.
He is in a good mood now, and the newly acquired ability is surprisingly easy to use, which gives Tang Ji a great tactical advantage, which means that he can ensure that he gets a kill every day.
"Martin and Tony are still alive." Martin replied while coughing: "We were buried in the parking lot. They blew up the ground!"
"Ethan and Miwako are safe. The other party is tracking our communication channel. If we switch the channel again, we will have no backup line." Ethan reported the bad news: "Alia said we still have five minutes at most."
"Shadow is injured, but has not lost the ability to move and does not need support." Shadow simply replied: "Shadow requested to leave."
"Agree." Tang Ji looked at not far away, another Hydra soldier emerged from the mound and raised his hand to see him off.
Along with the gunfire, more surviving Hydra soldiers also discovered Tang Ji.
Obviously, the battlefield survivability of superhuman soldiers far exceeds the expectations of weapon designers, and the killing effect caused by conventional warheads is far lower than expected.
Those superhuman soldiers with [rubber skin] and [cancer recovery] have very high resistance to impact damage and burns.
Unless they are within the core damage range, they can always survive, and the same goes for Tang Ji.
He first experienced a fatal impact injury, but after strengthening his body, he directly resisted it, and the existence of the flame of hatred allowed Tang Ji to avoid the possibility of being burned to death by the high temperature.
Wang Zhengdao jumped out of the void, stood next to Tang Ji, pulled him, and pointed in the direction of Mrs. Generosity: "They are over there, what are you going to do? They may be about to drop a nuclear bomb next, so why not?"
Are you going to resist?"
"Then this is my cemetery." Tang Ji left the severely damaged windbreaker on the ground, then looked at his dragon scale armor body armor that was still covered in bruises, untied it and threw it on the ground, wearing only a tactical uniform.
Tang Ji took a deep breath. The shock just now still touched his lungs. When he took a deep breath, he could feel a strong burning sensation in his lungs. The ribs on both sides also hurt badly.
But overall, he can still fight and is in good condition.
"Our goal has been achieved!" Wang Zhengdao put one hand on Tang Ji's shoulder: "Their plan has failed, we can slowly try to figure it out!"
After Wang Zhengdao said this, he used his ability and planned to take Tang Ji away from here. However, the same thing happened to Tang Ji.
He was left where he was and did not disappear with Wang Zhengdao.
"What did you do?" Wang Zhengdao appeared again and stood directly in front of Tang Ji.
"One of me and Mrs. Generosity must die here before the other can leave." Tang Ji laughed: "Don't tell Wu Qianying, she doesn't know that I have this ability."
"Are you crazy! You are our greatest hope!" Wang Zhengdao angrily punched Tang Ji: "Do you have to treat every war as the last battle?"
"How do you know this is not our last battle?" Tang Ji pushed Wang Zhengdao away: "You always thought you still had a chance, but it ended up like this today. They are about to succeed and there is no time.
wasted."
"That's the prophet's decision." Wang Zhengdao wanted to say that it was the prophet's decision, but he couldn't say it.
Because the prophet was never a warrior, let alone a general, she could make a mistake, but Wang Zhengdao should not, he should remind the prophet.
The entire Ark organization relies too much on the convenience brought by the prophet. Although the player's intervention has led the world's historical line to a path never imagined, the prophet still brings too many advantages from the future, allowing them to always be one step ahead.
.
The Ark organization is used to fighting against the odds, so they are losing ground in front of the players, because everything that involves the players is a blind spot for the prophet.
"Don't waste my time. Someone must die here today." Tang Ji held a gun in one hand and a knife in the other. He had a big disagreement and wanted to kill Wang Zhengdao first: "I bet it's not me who will die today."
"I bet you won't die." Wang Zhengdao took a deep look at Tang Ji and moved out of the way.
He now somewhat understood why the prophet had been awakened by the name of Fury in his dreams countless times. He had seen the rage that the prophet had seen in the future in Tang Ji now.
This is rage.
At a distance of five hundred meters, for a superhuman like Tang Ji, it only takes more than thirty seconds to sprint with all his strength.
But along the way, there were still surviving Hydra soldiers who gathered together to faithfully complete their final mission - to eliminate Tang Ji.
Tang Ji fulfilled their wishes and sent them back to the West one by one. Compared with the counterparts he met in Paris, the morale and loyalty of these Hydra soldiers were much higher.
These people even endured missile bombings from friendly forces, maintained high morale despite a death rate of more than 40%, and used all their weapons to pester Tang Ji.
The Hydra soldiers who had run out of bullets, even though they knew they were going to die, still stood in front of Tang Ji with cold weapons, just to stab him.
Wang Zhengdao is like a ghost, constantly haunting the battlefield, teleporting Hydra soldiers one by one into the air and falling down.
Tang Ji couldn't even count how many space jumps he made today. After the Battle of Paris, he seemed to have been reborn, and he didn't show any signs of fatigue when traveling back and forth between the European Union and the Federation.
No wonder most of those wealthy people are pessimistic about the future of mankind and plan to build their own utopia in outer space, strictly vetting "boarders" to ensure that only non-superhumans can go to space.
"What a stubborn person." Mrs. Generosity looked at Tang Ji who was advancing towards her and shook her head. She was very distressed. She came here to do research, but her best research target was completely uncommunicable.
"If I leave all the players he wants at his disposal, will he be willing to cooperate in this project?" Mrs. Generosity asked Mr. Wen.
Mr. Wen glanced at her with complicated eyes and remained silent.
"Forget it, the process of reporting to the three major committees is too cumbersome, and it will take at least fifty years for them to complete their approval." Mrs. Generosity finally gave up this plan in the face of the cumbersome process.
"It seems that we are at an impasse, but I don't like to have my plans disrupted by the natives. I've had enough fun. I'll leave the rest to you. I'll leave first." Mrs. Generous watched Tang Ji get closer and closer.
He waved his hand towards the other party, turned around and leaned into Mr. Wen's arms, closing his eyes.
After a few seconds, Mrs. Generosity's hands slipped away, and her whole body collapsed in Mr. Wen's arms. She was offline.
Tang Ji was held back by three Hydra soldiers for a few seconds. When he raised his head and saw this scene, he was stunned.
Not to mention Tang Ji, even Mr. Wen seemed a little flustered. He really didn't expect that Mrs. Generosity could do this. He looked up at Tang Ji, and then at the naked body being held by his own princess.
, fell silent.
What's the point of staying here now? Protecting a body?
When Mr. Wen thinks of the tens of thousands of bodies in the base warehouse, he feels like a dog now.
Tang Ji strangled the Hydra soldier to death, and the gray-black flames of hatred spread like catharsis, and his whole body was bathed in flames.
But this is meaningless. His invitation to a fight to the death is still in effect, but the target is the body in Wen Wen's arms, not Mrs. Generosity.
At this moment, the flames of hatred seemed a little pale and ridiculous.
Karkarf's internal agent once revealed that players cannot leave the body immediately, and they need to conduct offline operations in a safe and undisturbed state.
The whole process takes about thirty seconds, but Mrs. Generosity is obviously not among them. She is indeed in a safe and undisturbed state, but her offline process only takes less than ten seconds.
This means that the thirty-second offline time limit is not mandatory, but is based on cost considerations. Wu Qianying's guess is very accurate. Mrs. Generous's identity is indeed very transcendent. It also means that it is very difficult for Tang Ji to really kill Mrs. Generous.
"You win." Mr. Wen placed Mrs. Generosity's body on the ground in a gentlemanly manner, took a few steps back, and showed a sarcastic smile: "This is what you want, kill her, a poor woman
An innocent girl, her only fault is that she is a superhuman."
Tang Ji suddenly rushed towards Mr. Wen, waving his dagger, but was unable to hurt him.
Mr. Wen ignored Tang Ji and turned around to flee in a hurry. But Tang Ji, like a stubborn cow, spotted him and chased after him.
You can’t leave empty-handed today!
But as the distance lengthened, Tang Ji suddenly staggered and was restrained in place. He roared and jumped forward like a trapped animal, but was held in place by an invisible force, unable to move.
Mr. Wen turned around and looked at this scene, and immediately stood at the corner of the intersection ahead where Tang Ji could not shoot him down, and called other pioneers to open the space door and prepare to escape the battle.
He could have continued running and left at a safe enough distance. At this moment, Mr. Wen just wanted to take another look at Tang Ji's incompetent and furious expression.
This is the arrogance and contempt coming from the superior race.
As the golden portal opened, Mr. Wen straightened his clothes, stood in front of the portal, and bowed slightly to Tang Ji: "Believe me, we will meet again soon."
After saying that, Mr. Wen took a step back, out of Tang Ji's sight, took the initiative to disable his abilities, and prepared to enter the portal.
It was at this time that a certain sniper who was hiding in the dark and did not die in the missile bombing finally received an order from his employer.
"Now, shoot!"
Boom!
The body left behind by Mrs. Generosity was instantly killed!