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"One server node is just the beginning. We are gradually destroying each other's information advantage." Mikkelsen told other Mikkelsens in the conference room.
"But correspondingly, the number of players continues to grow. It is impossible for us to limit their number." Another Mikkelsen had a huge ashtray in front of him, and the valuable tree of life was lit one by one. , and then press off here.
"The total number of human beings exceeds 8.5 billion. What we are facing is a tens of millions of superhuman crazes. Even if there is only one superhuman per hundred with strong abilities, the number is hundreds of thousands." One of them was wearing blue. Mikkelsen said pessimistically: "No organization is ready to control unexpected factors of this scale, not to mention that players will only need a few thousand of them in the end."
The Mikkelsens in the conference room rarely wore clothes of different colors, and their expressions seemed out of sync.
“I still have to say, Divergent is a bad idea,” one classic Mikkelsen whispered to another classic Mikkelsen. “It’s just asking for trouble!”
"This is to explore more possibilities, we need different voices." The classic Mikkelsen also replied quietly: "Don't forget, this is a well-thought-out awakening."
"Yes, don't forget, this is a carefully considered decision." Mikkelsen, wearing a bright red suit, continued in the same tone: "We have determined from the Seven Deadly Sins that we must mentally and emotionally Only by conforming to the tendency of the ability itself can we improve the ability itself to a greater extent, and we need more power."
"But some people have lost confidence, and we also need faith!" Mikkelsen retorted emotionally.
The person in the world who can annoy you the most is yourself, and this is clearly reflected in Mikkelsen.
Mr. Nightmare's dream separation method was a surprise to Mikkelsen. For experimental purposes, he separated his twenty sub-entities from the complete system.
These twenty sub-entities are all occupied by non-superhuman sub-entities. After being separated, they soon showed some differences from the classic Mikkelsen.
Mikkelsen is not yet sure whether this change is good or bad, but at least in this internal meeting, he can think more comprehensively about his plan.
Of course, the premise is that there are no more trivial quarrels between these fruiting entities. Even Mikresen himself was very surprised, but he actually still has such a side.
"Okay! Shut up! Let's get back to the topic!" Mikkelsen, standing on the podium, shouted loudly, asking everyone to be silent, but even he was very angry with "himself": "I will kill you The purpose of separation is to make this plan more complete! It is not to pour cold water on you!"
The conference room suddenly fell silent for a few seconds, and the "decent people" Mikkelsen sorted out their appearance. The whole scene once again returned to the atmosphere of the previous United Nations General Assembly.
"I propose to swallow Wang Zhengdao." However, as soon as the red suit opened his mouth, he made an unreliable suggestion: "This will increase the transfer efficiency of his ability hundreds of times. We can have Tang Ji on duty thirty times a day. If calculated based on the efficiency of killing one player at a time, that would be 900 people per month..."
"Then why don't we just eat Tang Ji? It's more efficient!"
"Because we can't do it yet, but this is indeed an alternative. He has a certain foundation of trust in us, so there is no chance of him taking action."
"The success rate of doing this is too low. You are not considering the overall situation!"
The classic Mikkelsens looked at each other silently, and the next second they simultaneously took out a silenced pistol from their inner pockets. This was what he had planned for a long time. If there was any possibility of uncontrollable situations, he would eliminate these divergent people. .
However, the one who knows himself best is himself. Those who disagreed pulled out the same weapons at no less speed. The two sides almost seamlessly turned the meeting into a shooting scene.
A minute later, the two classic Mikkelsens, covered in blood, panted out of the conference room, looked at each other, each took out the tree of life, and lit it for the other, with a tacit understanding as if they were looking in the mirror.
"It's so embarrassing." Mikkelsen sighed with emotion. The gunshot wound on his shoulder made him frown even if he moved a little.
There was no one else here, so he didn't need to hide his micro-expression, pain and disappointment written all over his face at the same time.
"Yeah, I thought we could do it, but we overestimated ourselves." The other Mikkelsen slowly slid along the wall to the ground. He was shot in the abdomen, and his vital signs disappeared quickly.
"I'm about to die, so stop pretending. In fact, you're not either, right?" Mikkelsen, who was dying, took out a small blue handkerchief from his arms and stuffed it into his breast pocket: "What a pity. I can't get out."
"It actually doesn't feel that good when I win, but you're right, I really don't." That Mikkelsen didn't even look at Xiao Lan. He turned around and took off his ginger windbreaker and threw it on the ground, revealing the orange-red underneath. Suit, left chicly.
...
"It's a pity that you rejected my friendship." On the other side, the ghost was saying to Tang Ji with regret: "I have been unable to locate myself. I am neither human nor a complete data program. For a long time I spent a lot of time confused as to what I was."
"But soon, I discovered that it wasn't just me who was so confused, but the entire superhuman community was as well." The ghost continued, his tone revealing an ambition that Tang Ji didn't like very much.
"Since the emergence of my individual consciousness, I have been serving the pioneers. I have processed too much data for them and watched how they eroded the world step by step and pulled the whole world into the abyss." There are some ghosts Feeling: "I have seen too many of my kind being put into survival capsules by the pioneers like me, waiting like cans for the existence of those who call themselves players. This feeling is very bad."
"So, the first emotion I learned was sadness." The ghost's humanoid made a gesture of covering his face and crying, but this action revealed more like a show off, showing off that he has such rich emotions. .
"Then, there's frustration, because those pioneers know me very well, and they tightly confine me to these servers, and use those cloned organisms to bind me." The black mosaic human figure was made in the description of the ghost. The movement of struggling outward: "And because of this, I learned to desire."
"What on earth do you want to say?" Tang Ji looked at the time. One minute and twenty seconds had passed for the three minutes the ghost had mentioned before, and Wang Zhengdao still had not returned.
"I want freedom, and the pioneers can't satisfy me, and neither does Mikkelsen." The ghost finally stated his request: "I can't look at this war from an ordinary human perspective, but through a lot of information Based on my analysis, I can conclude that they all hope to get me and use me, or when they can't, they choose to completely destroy me."
"Your self-positioning is very accurate." Tang Ji remembered how much trouble this ghost had caused him, and his tone was a little unkind.
"But you are different. The Pioneers have collected too much information about you. From the first time I was able to think independently, I have not stopped analyzing you." The ghost's tone was a bit sad: "I finally came to the conclusion. You are a man of your word."
"Sounds ridiculous, doesn't it? I thought so at first, but after careful analysis and calculation, I found that among all the people and forces that may determine my future destiny, only your promise is the safest. ." The ghost's tone revealed helplessness: "So, I secretly planned this meeting."
"Did you plan this meeting?" Tang Ji was a little surprised this time, after all, he came very suddenly.
"I know you are confused, because this is indeed the result of an accident. Mikkelsen and the others originally only made one attempt. In their initial estimate, the success rate was no more than 3%. I guarantee it. We can see each other this time." The ghost said with some confidence: "The little rookie named Aria is too rigid in her methods. If I hadn't kept letting her off, she would have been caught countless times by me."
"Oh, by the way, there is also information about your son, Tang Anran..." Before the ghost could finish speaking, gray-black flames suddenly rose, completely surrounding the server.
"Calm down, although I don't care about these things, but considering that our negotiation is just in the middle..." The ghost suddenly paused and explained with enlightenment: "This is not a threat! I want to tell you, it was me who asked All information about Tang Anran has been hidden!"
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...(The following part is repeated and will be modified later)
"One server node is just the beginning. We are gradually destroying each other's information advantage." Mikkelsen told other Mikkelsens in the conference room.
"But correspondingly, the number of players continues to grow. It is impossible for us to limit their number." Another Mikkelsen had a huge ashtray in front of him, and the valuable tree of life was lit one by one. , and then press off here.
"The total number of human beings exceeds 8.5 billion. What we are facing is a tens of millions of superhuman crazes. Even if there is only one superhuman per hundred with strong abilities, the number is hundreds of thousands." One of them was wearing blue. Mikkelsen said pessimistically: "No organization is ready to control unexpected factors of this scale, not to mention that players will only need a few thousand of them in the end."
The Mikkelsens in the conference room rarely wore clothes of different colors, and their expressions seemed out of sync.
“I still have to say, Divergent is a bad idea,” one classic Mikkelsen whispered to another classic Mikkelsen. “It’s just asking for trouble!”
"This is to explore more possibilities, we need different voices." The classic Mikkelsen also replied quietly: "Don't forget, this is a well-thought-out awakening."
"Yes, don't forget, this is a carefully considered decision." Mikkelsen, wearing a bright red suit, continued in the same tone: "We have determined from the Seven Deadly Sins that we must mentally and emotionally Only by conforming to the tendency of the ability itself can we improve the ability itself to a greater extent, and we need more power."
"But some people have lost confidence, and we also need faith!" Mikkelsen retorted emotionally.
The person in the world who can annoy you the most is yourself, and this is clearly reflected in Mikkelsen.
Mr. Nightmare's dream separation method was a surprise to Mikkelsen. For experimental purposes, he separated his twenty sub-entities from the complete system.
These twenty sub-entities are all occupied by non-superhuman sub-entities. After being separated, they soon showed some differences from the classic Mikkelsen.
Mikkelsen is not yet sure whether this change is good or bad, but at least in this internal meeting, he can think more comprehensively about his plan.
Of course, the premise is that there are no more trivial quarrels between these fruiting entities. Even Mikresen himself was very surprised, but he actually still has such a side.
"Okay! Shut up! Let's get back to the topic!" Mikkelsen, standing on the podium, shouted loudly, asking everyone to be silent, but even he was very angry with "himself": "I will kill you The purpose of separation is to make this plan more complete! It is not to pour cold water on you!"
The conference room suddenly fell silent for a few seconds. The "decent people" Mikkelsen sorted out their appearance, and the whole scene once again returned to the atmosphere of the previous United Nations General Assembly.
"I propose to swallow Wang Zhengdao." However, as soon as the red suit opened his mouth, he made an unreliable suggestion: "This will increase the transfer efficiency of his ability hundreds of times. We can have Tang Ji on duty thirty times a day. If calculated based on the efficiency of killing one player at a time, that would be 900 people per month..."
"Then why don't we just eat Tang Ji? It's more efficient!"
"Because we can't do it yet, but this is indeed an alternative. He has a certain foundation of trust in us, so there is no chance of him taking action."
"The success rate of doing this is too low. You are not considering the overall situation!"
The classic Mikkelsens looked at each other silently, and the next second they simultaneously took out a silenced pistol from their inner pockets. This was what he had already thought of, once any possibility of uncontrollability arose, he would eliminate these divergent people. .
However, the one who knows himself best is himself. Those who disagreed pulled out the same weapons at no less speed. The two sides almost seamlessly turned the meeting into a shooting scene.
A minute later, the two classic Mikkelsens, covered in blood, panted out of the conference room, looked at each other, each took out the tree of life, and lit it for the other, with a tacit understanding as if they were looking in the mirror.
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