Chapter 657: Stand up straight and deal with your mistakes!
December 23, 18:00, there are still five and a half hours before the apocalypse. (Due to caching reasons, please visit the browser directly.\nCOM website to watch the fastest chapter updates)
Tang Ji and Wang Zhengdao took Surte and sat in the Afterlife Bar, drinking cans of beer. Even Surte was given a can of beer. After all, there will probably be no rule against minors drinking in the future.
Already.
Roger, the boss of Afterlife, is a person with great powers. She realized the end of the world early and got herself a lot of tickets in Vault 97. Now she is probably ready to start the second spring of her career.
The Afterlife Bar used to be a morgue, and it is almost the same now. When Tang Ji and the others came, they found seven or eight corpses in the storage room at the back. Apparently someone planned to have a good time before dying, so they chose such an 'unowned person'
place'.
Fortunately, the three guests were all killed in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and had no reaction to the corpses so close. The beer was found by Wang Zhengdao from Rogge's office. Black Priest beer was an inconspicuous small brand, but the taste was still good.
Okay, thanks to the small refrigerator in Roger's office.
Tang Ji and Wang Zhengdao were busy drinking. One of them had given up drinking for many years, and the other had many things to do and couldn't drink. But today they had no worries and drank beer one after another.
However, the two people who were no longer mortals could no longer understand the feeling of drinking in the past. The alcohol could not numb their nerves at all. Even Soult just frowned, feeling that he was drinking sparkling water with a strange taste.
"There are still three and a half hours left. Nearly 20,000 players from the European Federation have already appeared." After a while, Wang Zhengdao said: "Do those players believe Mikkelsen's clumsy lie?"
"The reason is not important at all. Those players just want to see what tricks we can do." Tang Ji threw away the empty can in his hand and said mockingly: "Mikkelsen just gave them a high-sounding reason.
, so that they feel that besides watching the fun, they can also gain some benefits."
"So, building the shelter openly and selecting the residents of the shelter are just to attract players' attention?" Wang Zhengdao shook his head. In order to get a quota in the shelter, he had seen too much ugliness in human nature.
There are men who abandon their wives, and there are wives who abandon their husbands. Many people are willing to do anything for a ticket. There are also some organizations that specifically hunt down those who get the tickets. Around the tickets for the refuge, tens of millions of people around the world
People go crazy because of it and die because of it.
There are also quite a few people who do not believe in the end of the world at all and still try to maintain their lives.
They are the neglected part. Mikkelsen and the others never considered these people in their plan. These people just want to live their own lives quietly. Tang Ji doesn't know that in this matter, it is the players who have a greater responsibility.
A little, Mikkelsen is more responsible, but Tanguy did deliberately ignore these people.
"They all blame themselves for Angelina's death. They are also responsible," said a voice in his head. "They allowed the world to fall into this state. There were countless times they could have changed it, and now, there is only one person left."
It’s possible!”
"Let us burn this world to ashes!" Another voice shouted in a louder voice: "Burn it all to ashes!"
"What are you thinking about?" Wang Zhengdao asked curiously. He wanted to know what made Tang Ji fall into deep thought at this moment.
"Sometimes I wonder if we are just repeating this strange cycle over and over again." Tang Ji took a sip of beer and continued: "First there are superhuman beings, then there are the Seven Deadly Sins, and then there is the destruction of the world. When everything is destroyed,
After time is submerged, repeat it again, superhuman, seven deadly sins, and the destruction of the world."
"Your story sounds really dark." Wang Zhengdao shrugged: "We can further assume that the Seven Deadly Sins are a shackles that lock the superhumans in this world. The seven strongest superhumans with different personalities always happen.
conflict, and at the last moment destroy the world to prevent superhumans from realizing their true potential."
After Wang Zhengdao said this, he suddenly shuddered and turned to look at Tang Ji: "Fuck, it seems like I'm a little darker!"
"It makes sense that you have to include the players, otherwise it will be difficult for the story to continue." Tang Ji replied to Wang Zhengdao, and then asked: "Is everything okay in your underwater shelter? Don't let any accidents happen."
"The prophet has been preparing for so long, there must be no problem. When the dust clears, I will confirm the situation at a shelter during the appointed window period." Wang Zhengdao looked at the last can of beer, without reaching out again, and emphasized: "
We can get through this."
After a moment of silence, Tang Ji asked: "The hypothesis you just mentioned was not something you came up with yourself, right?"
"I don't want to hide it from you, Tang Ji, but it is indeed what I saw from Dr. Wu Qianying. The original version is more scary than what I said. If you want to know, you can ask her directly." Wang Zhengdao threw the can of beer away.
To Tang Ji: "She and a group of smart people write fifty hypotheses about players and the mother world every day. I usually just take it as a read."
"After this is over, I plan to take a look." Tang Ji put the can of beer on the bar: "After the apocalypse, I will come back to drink it."
Wang Zhengdao glanced at the beer. In theory, buried buildings like the Afterlife Bar might survive the apocalypse, but who knows what will happen in the future. This is more like a beautiful expectation, coming from rage.
expectations.
"What now?" Lao Wang grabbed Sirte and stopped him from drinking any more.
"Send me to Edward. I have to watch him enter the shelter." Tang Ji put on his coat and looked at the time. It was now a quarter past seven in the evening.
Scimitar sat on the sofa, bouncing his legs quickly, counting 239872398823989 in his mind. His forehead and the tip of his nose were covered with sweat. His subordinates were standing on the balcony smoking one after another, with words written on everyone's faces.
The word "anxious" is like an ant on a hot pot.
It was already dark outside. Theoretically, the apocalypse could happen every second. After all, Mikkelsen only said that he would take action on Christmas Eve, but no one knew the specific time. After the sun sets, before midnight
In theory, it all counts as Christmas Eve
Downstairs, with the car driven by Scimitar and the others, there have been more than a dozen firefights. The refugees who could not get tickets were full of hatred for the Valentino gang. Facing the fully armed Valentino
To help the elite, they dare not confront openly during the day, but now that it is dark, firing cold guns in the dark is also a form of protest.
Fortunately, the people brought out by Scimitar this time were all the best among the best, and those who stayed outside were equipped with exoskeletons to prevent accidents.
"Mr. Edward, it's already dark." When Scimitar spoke, his voice was hoarse as if he had just eaten a mouthful of sand. Only then did he realize that he had not drank water for four hours, and his entire gums were swollen and squeezed.
The teeth are somewhat misaligned.
"It's almost time. Tang Ji won't be relieved if he doesn't watch me enter the shelter. Don't worry, there's still enough time." Edward sat calmly on his recliner. He had already slept, and it was the right time.
When I felt refreshed, I picked up the coffee pot and asked, "Would you like some coffee? Blue Mountain Coffee is sold out now."
"Sorry, Edward, that's a lie. I lied to you." Tang Ji's voice came from the door, making Scimitar instantly feel like a drowning man grasping for life-saving straws.
"I fucking knew it!" Edward raised the can of coffee high and wanted to smash it to the ground. In the end, he couldn't bear it, and carefully screwed the lid on and put it away: "The problem is that I always drank it as Blue Mountain coffee.
, I’m used to it.”
"Then it's the last can of Blue Mountain Coffee in the world, I'm telling you." A fleeting smile appeared on Tang Ji's face, making Scimitar's eyes widen.
But he immediately reacted and called to his men: "Since you are here, we will wait outside."
Scimitar walked very fast, and the people under him also walked very fast. It seemed that being in the same room with Tang Ji was a very scary thing, but in fact it was almost the same. The people who entered the room with Scimitar were basically superhuman beings.
, they couldn't even breathe in front of Tang Ji.
"I know what you are worried about. I will go to the shelter. Don't worry." Edward walked up to Tang Ji, looked at the tired young man with some pity, and reached out to touch his face: "I will live well.
, because I know how sad you are, and I will not leave you alone in this world, son."
Tang Ji looked at Edward, as if he had taken off the armor in his heart. He sat down on the ground tiredly and looked up at Edward: "I will destroy this world tonight, Edward, just tonight."
"I know, but I forgive you." Edward also took the opportunity to sit next to Tang Ji and comforted Tang Ji: "You are not God, you can't save everyone, but you can at least try to save the world."
"Even God sent a great flood to cleanse the world of sins. He only gave Noah a chance to build an ark." Edward continued: "And you, my child, you have built many shelters, far away.
Bigger than Noah’s ark, no one can compare with God, but you have done more than Him.”
"Many people will die because of me." Tang Ji said quietly. He had already prepared and accepted the responsibility he had to shoulder. Now he just wanted to tell.
Edward knew what Tangji needed, and he just listened silently.
"But deep down in my heart, I know very well that I am not forced by anyone. No one can force me, not even Mikkelsen." Tang Ji said softly, with even a hint of relief in his tone: "I want to destroy this world. It's not just players I hate, it's not just metahumans I hate, I hate this world, Edward."
"Angelina should not have suffered such a fate. I hate the bad traffic in Night City. I hate that I couldn't afford to rent a house closer to the hospital. I hate the meager salary of the Law Enforcement Bureau. I hate myself. Why not Stay by her side." Tang Ji's voice gradually lost its warmth, and even though Edward was close at hand, he couldn't feel the slightest bit of heat coming from around him.
"Whenever I think that I am finally going to destroy this world, I even feel a sense of pleasure." Tang Ji sighed, looked at Edward and said, "I'm sorry, Edward, maybe this is me."
Edward just patted Tang Ji's hand: "You have done a good job. People are complicated. We cannot think that a person is a bad person just because he has evil thoughts in his heart. We have to look at what he has done and what he has done. How many times did he choose not to do evil even when he had the ability to do it?"
"Do you still remember the saint? He is a devout believer, much more devout than me, but he chose you, followed you, and never regretted it." Edward continued: "And Soult, he was attracted by you What you were before you were taken away, what you are now, these people chose you, not without reason."
"There is also a prophet. Although I have never met her, I believe that a woman who can constantly see the future will not make wrong choices." Edward said those familiar names of Tang Ji and felt the breath of the tired man next to him. Gradually it calmed down: "And Wu, she is the smartest person I have ever seen in the world. Do you think such a smart person would make the wrong choice? You can not believe in fate, but you can't help but believe in Wu. Brain.”
A smile appeared on Tang Ji's lips again. Edward could always find suitable metaphors.
"I just hope you remember one thing, kid, don't leave the future of this world to a bastard like Mikkelsen." Edward warned: "I use my luck in love for the rest of my life as a guarantee, there must be shit under his butt. , you have to be careful about him."
"If your plan succeeds and we truly get rid of players in the future, you must ensure that that bastard Mikkelsen will not turn this world into his toy house." Edward shook Tang Ji's hand hard: " Don’t forget what I said.”
"No, I will keep an eye on him." Tang Ji nodded vigorously.
"And An Ran! When all this shit is over, bring An Ran back to me intact. I hope I can hear him call me grandpa before I die!" When Edward said this, he used force in his hands. Even bigger than before: "He must inherit my inheritance!"
"I promise." Tang Ji nodded vigorously. Although Edward's little wealth could not be brought into the shelter, this was still the best blessing.
"Now, go ahead, stand up straight and don't let those people see your weakness. If you don't even believe that you can save the world, how can others believe it?" Edward finally said: "Maybe this is a bad plan.
, but don’t forget what I taught you, the worst plan is better than no plan. Now that we have reached this point, even if it is wrong, we must make it to the end!”
"Don't worry!" Tang Ji stood up straight as he said, regained his normal appearance, opened the door, and said to the scimitar outside the door: "Greet him well, I will remember this."
"Even if I die, the old man will enter the shelter safe and sound!" Scimitar said happily. With Tang Ji's words, even if he took the risk during this period, he would not have been in vain.
I read the news that the Black Robe Pickets are going to be linked with COD19, and there is a skin pack for the Motherland. I really want to buy it.