Mikkelsen's call made Tangji temporarily stop thinking about the issue of Seagull Wine. He brought a piece of good news and a piece of bad news.
The good news is that Mikkelsen found a player's stronghold, and at least forty players are based around this stronghold.
The bad news is that Cathy Walter appeared again. She met with the players in that stronghold and used herself as an example to eliminate the fear of Tangji among the pioneers and players.
Especially the former, when the pioneers realized that Cathy Walter had successfully survived Tangji, a heavy burden was lifted from their hearts.
As for the players, they originally found the widely circulated legend that natives could actually kill players ridiculous, and now they no longer believe this statement.
Almost at the same time that Cathy Walter appeared, some players could not restrain their impulses and became violent, and began to enjoy their game life.
"Omaha, Nebraska, I can't give you accurate player information yet, but it has almost turned into a slaughterhouse. I believe you can find the target faster than my informant in this place.
"Mikkelsen briefly introduced the situation, and then said: "But this may be a trap."
"My man sent a target that was suspected to be Cathy Walter's image thirty-nine minutes ago. After he identified the target, the players who had previously been hiding in the local area had already started to have a party." Mikkelsen calmly introduced:
"So I have reason to believe that these players are being used as bait."
"I understand." Tang Ji really understood Mikkelson's words this time.
The reason why Mikkelsen made this call and specifically informed Tang Ji was that in addition to the black hand behind the player, he also wanted to know whether Tang Ji still had the lethality to the player.
All of Mikkelsen's current resistance plans are basically built around Tang Ji's ability to kill players. If Tang Ji loses this characteristic, it will be just another Seven Deadly Sins for him, and the entire resistance plan will be destroyed.
becomes meaningless.
He will directly step into the Gray Field Project, and then with a bang, civilization will end. Decades later, a group of human seeds with nothing will crawl out of the ruins, and they will multiply for several generations and gradually wash away the road to civilization.
The path that the player takes.
The man who was known as the Mahatma back then could disgust the colonial rulers away through non-violence and non-cooperation, and so could Mikkelsen.
It doesn't matter if there are no external conditions to rely on. Mikkelsen's black hands are all over the world. Before the civilized order is completely destroyed, he can create whatever momentum he wants.
"I also want to know the result." Tang Ji simply replied. He didn't care what Mikkelsen thought. He was furious and had the fire of revenge. If he lost the ability to take revenge, what would he call furious? It was called incompetent rage.
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"I can guarantee that this time, no more nuclear bombs will fall on your head." Mikkelsen said hastily and hung up the phone. The time was up, and he said it carefully.
A few seconds later, the phone rang again, and it was Mikkelsen again: "Also, these players are the victims of a conspiracy. No matter whether you can kill them or not, they will not die in the media, so you
It's best to do things to the extreme so that you can understand what I mean, right?"
"I don't understand." Tang Ji frowned. He always felt that Lao Mi's call back was mainly to regain his position.
"To put it simply, if I were a player organizer, in order to offset the morale problems you caused, I would make these players immortal and always be able to show up at the right time to prove that you have no ability to kill players." Mikol
Sen explained: "It may be clones, it may be some other supernatural ability, in short, they will continue to be active."
"I think your previous headhunter's behavior was very good. Keep it up and bring your head back to me." Mikkelsen smiled: "You don't care much about reputation anyway, right?"
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Part of the Slaughterhouse, Southern College, UT, Omaha, Nebraska.
Amata Elm was once a good boy who was diligent, studious, and kind-hearted. He had never hit anyone, and he never thought about hitting anyone. Therefore, he became the target of every bully in the school.
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It was the same today. Several gangsters heard that the deodorizing balls in the urinal tasted similar to candy, but they didn't want to try it themselves, so they planned to let Amata Elm try it first.
Elm swore that the taste of the stuff was closer to soap, or the old-fashioned sulfur soap, but a little harder to swallow. Then the gangsters left with satisfaction, leaving Elm alone crying in the toilet.
Well, the crying was fake, because Elm knew that those people would not leave unless he cried in the cubicle.
It doesn't matter, he comforted himself, as long as he can wake up, everything will change... He is not a child who forces people to eat deodorizing balls. When the time comes, he will pluck these people's heads from their necks one by one.
But the next second, Elm's dream came true. With a scream, something was thrown into the toilet and rolled to the floor outside the cubicle.
Elm used all his courage, held his breath, put his face on the wet ground and looked outside. The boy who was alive and kicking just now was looking at him. His eyes were dull and his head was not there.
In situ...
Super human!
Elm shivered all over. He carefully curled up on the toilet to prevent his feet from being exposed from the gap below. Then he gritted his teeth and gently opened the door lock of the compartment, and pulled the door back a little.
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As an otaku who had imagined how he would wreak havoc on this hospital after awakening countless times in his mind, Elm even planned the route and possible blind spots in detail.
The closed door in the bathroom was undoubtedly the most suspicious thing. He would not make such a mistake, so Elm planned to gamble his luck.
As the screams went away, a crisp sound of footsteps came in. The sound was so unbridled, it was exactly what Elm had dreamed of.
That step walked into the bathroom, and Elm imagined that the other person would look at the head on the ground with disdain, then scan each stall to make sure there was no one there, and then turn around and leave.
Perhaps due to the blessing of fate, the footsteps did leave the bathroom after a short stay. Elm then slowly exhaled, with tears on his face and a twisted expression that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.
But his smile froze in the next second, and two new voices appeared out of thin air outside the toilet door.
"What the hell, where is this?"
"I guess you crushed something somewhere in Omaha."