I give the world destruction and rebirth

Mr. Good Luck, who had been hiding in the downtown area, was recruited by that troublemaker Tang Ji. This was a big deal in many groups.

The first thing that felt bad was naturally the naturalized people who had not yet recovered. The damage Tang Ji had done to them in the past few months was comparable to the results of the Joint Investigation Office's three or four years.

If he was allowed to get Mr. Good Luck again, these naturalized people felt that they might be frightened and choked to death by the sudden appearance of Tang Ji when they drank water in the future.

Therefore, even though the descendants were leaving and ordered them to lurk, and even though the lurkers gave direct orders to shrink their defenses, they still used the forces in North America to destroy this alliance.

"The Chimera team has been assembled, with a total of one hundred and six people." A black man about two meters tall and with muscles like rocks saluted the senior naturalized person on the screen: "We are waiting for the plane to land. We are ready to fight. Be prepared and can board the plane in thirty minutes.”

"Very good, the target is traveling on a Beamon transport vehicle. Even in the air, the target will not be missed." The senior manager of the Naturalized Person who was pushed up to the front desk looked a little ugly, but still ordered in a firm tone: "In action You may encounter some surprises before starting and during the operation, but I believe you can overcome it.”

"Of course, sir! We are the best!" The black officer's expression was also like a rock, giving people a sense of firmness and reliability.

"Looking forward to your good news." The senior management of the naturalized people ended the call in a hurry, leaving only the black officer with the same solemn expression.

Like the Hydra Team, the members of the Chimera Team are all superhumans. They are all soldiers carefully selected by the naturalized people. After proving their loyalty, they were given the status of superhumans.

But including the commander himself, only seven people in the entire team knew the purpose of the Naturalized Organization and the existence of the Advent. The other soldiers thought they were working for some large group hiding in the dark.

They are usually broken up into a dozen small teams of varying sizes and stationed in several nearby cities, acting as a force guarantee for the naturalized organization.

Many of them have performed tasks in the casino, including but not limited to kidnapping superhumans, assassinating Treadstone, skimming rare items, etc.

Mr. Good Luck Carl Wheeler is an iconic figure that cannot be avoided in the casino. They have carried out several missions against Mr. Good Luck, starting with kidnapping and later assassinating him.

As a result, several teams were lost, and the black officer also went from the fourth in command to the person in charge of the Chimera.

And now, the task of attacking Mr. Good Luck has finally fallen on his head. If he were not black, the higher-ups would have noticed how ugly his face looked in the video just now.

"Ali, who is our mission target?" His deputy was arranging equipment on the side. It had been a long time since they had encountered an operation where all members were called together. Many people gathered together and waited excitedly to bring disaster to the enemy.

"Tang Ji." Ali felt his throat was a little dry and paused.

"It is indeed a difficult target, but we can handle it. We have more than a hundred people, and he has less than ten people." The deputy opened the magazine and checked the bullets: "I really don't know what the higher-ups are thinking. The return time is around the corner. We Why are you still so timid? You should have killed that Asian guy long ago!"

"And Mr. Good Luck." After Ali finished the second half of his sentence, the target was so frightened that the deputy dropped the bullet on the ground.

"Who?" the deputy confirmed again while bending down to pick up the bullet.

As a result, he knocked over the bullet box next to him when he lowered his head. Slender needle-type armor-piercing bullets rolled all over the ground. A soldier wearing exoskeleton equipment and carrying a mortar box suddenly slipped to the ground.

The shell box was thrown backwards with mechanical assistance, drawing several beautiful curves in the air.

Ali knew that this thing had anti-collision protection, but he also knew what kind of enemy he was facing, so he rushed out without any hesitation.

His deputy was obviously aware of something, but looking at the needle-shaped bullets all around him, he could only smile bitterly and lay on the ground with his head in his hands before the shells hit the ground.

boom!

A shell with a failed safety hit the munitions pile, detonating other explosives and destroying a third of the warehouse.

The blazing flames and the continuous explosions caused the Chimera team to lose nearly half of its manpower.

These people had basically been injected with the ability to recover from cancer, but this only increased the tragedy of the scene. Several soldiers had half of their bodies cut off, but they were still conscious and could only watch the flames burn.

Ali got up from the ground and fell to the ground again. He escaped the explosion, but his body was penetrated by armor-piercing bombs twice in a row. He could only lie on the ground and wait for his body to recover.

But soon, he felt an abnormal cyst at the wound site, and he suddenly showed an expression of despair.

At this time, the transport plane that was supposed to land on the runway and take them to attack the enemy finally appeared crookedly on the horizon, leaving a scary gray trail in the sky.

Ali smiled bitterly, turned over hard, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it for himself. He watched the plane try to correct its course, and then crashed directly towards where he was.

The last expression he left to the world seemed to have the words "Tired, destroy it". The Chimera team, which experienced two accidents in a row, left only seventeen survivors for the naturalized people, all of whom unfortunately entered cancer stage.

The Chimera Squad, one of the four directly affiliated armed forces established by the naturalized people in North America for more than ten years, has been removed from the ranks as of today.

Billions of funds and countless manpower investment were just destroyed in ashes. It only took less than half an hour, and it burned faster than paper.

This was not over yet. The high-level naturalized person who issued the direct order encountered a car accident on the way to the safe house five minutes after the Chimera team was destroyed.

Although he was lucky enough to survive, all his bodyguards were dead. In order to prevent the car from exploding or other accidents, he left the main road and walked into an alley.

When the follow-up bodyguards and law enforcers arrived, this high-ranking official who had a certain status among the naturalized people had turned into a dead body.

The person who killed him not only took away his expensive watch and wallet, but also took away his suit and his leather shoes.

Afterwards, surveillance video showed that there was only three seconds between him dying and the bodyguards who arrived first. If he could have covered the wound with more force, and if the bodyguards could have sped up a little faster, the story would have been completely different.

The instigator of all this was currently lying in a pile of money, looking through Playboy magazines in boredom.

Carl Wille had a pair of dark circles under his eyes. It was obvious that the affluent life during this period had caused him to lose his good habit of falling asleep even if he covered up newspapers under the bridge in his early years.

Tony and Ethan were muttering in a corner not far away for a long time. Tony suddenly stood up, stood in front of Carl Wilo holding two dice, and said with excitement: "Do it again! I don't believe it. This way you can still win!”

"The result will be the same several times again." Carl Wile is a man who has seen the big world. He is not interested in this kind of small bet just to prove his ability. He casually took the dice and threw it on the ground, two sixes.

Tony turned his head and glared at Ethan, as if asking: Didn't you get the magnetic field?

Ethan shrugged innocently, obviously confused. The two of them had lost forty-four times in a row. During this period, they tried many cheating methods, but the result was still forty-four consecutive losses.

"I want to get off the car and go to the toilet!" Carl Wilo knocked on Tang Ji's chair: "It's been almost seven hours, let's stop for a while and relax!"

Tang Ji looked at the route map and frowned. He subconsciously wanted to reject the request, but he quickly realized it and signaled Martin to pull over.

"Do you have any omens?" Tang Ji asked.

"Omen? What omen?" Carl Wile looked confused: "My bladder can't hold it anymore, does that count?"

"Oh! You want to ask if my ability is at work?" Carl Wilo showed a complicated smile: "I'm afraid this will always be a secret. I can't tell whether what happened to me is what I did. Was there a directional choice, or the outcome was already decided, and I was just guided to make the right choice.”

"What did he mean by that?" Martin looked at Mr. Good Luck with confusion, and was very dissatisfied with the bitter look on his face. He felt that a person with such ability should wear a smile like the sun god every day. To give back to the world.

"God knows, but fortunately there are people who will take the headache for us." Tang Ji's brain has learned to block philosophical questions about Mr. Good Luck.

Martin drove the behemoth into a shadow. Although the air conditioner continued to blow cold air, the heavy vehicle, which was completely covered with metal armor, was still scorched by the sun like a steamer.

Mr. Good Luck opened the car door, enjoyed the comfort brought by the natural wind, stretched his muscles, and then began to look for a place to solve his personal physiological problems.

Although there is a bathroom in the car, a person who is used to a luxurious bathroom with a large square meter really cannot urinate in a car bathroom that is less than two square meters.

Just after they got out of the car, a large drone belonging to the Joint Investigation Office slowly passed by at high altitude and transmitted high-definition photos of the area one by one back to the main office of Mikkelsen's office.

"Sorry, Commissioner, we still haven't found the target vehicle." The intelligence analysis expert looked at the dozens of G-sized photo groups with confusion, and a car as big as this disappeared out of thin air.

According to their past experience, they would be right to blame this incident on superhuman beings.

Mikkelsen glanced at the photo group with an expressionless expression, and then threw these things in the trash can. Although he did not show an angry expression, this emotion was already shown in his actions.

The intelligence analysis expert found an excuse and fled quickly. This was the first time he had seen this legendary senior special agent angry.

Mikkelsen's mood was indeed agitated, but not to the point of anger. He just felt that things were starting to get a little out of his control.

Mr. Good Luck has always been regarded as a strategic talent by him, but he took action several times, whether he was polite and sent an invitation letter, or sent people to the casino to arrest him, but he failed.

Even if Mikkelsen went to the casino in person to meet Mr. Good Luck, it would still end in failure.

Revealing the existence of Mr. Good Luck to Wu Qianying and tempting Tang Ji to give it a try was just a temporary idea on his mind, and it was also a test for both parties.

But now it seems that this idea was too sudden at the time, and seemed to be inconsistent with his previous caution.

This was what really made him emotional. Mikkelsen found that he still couldn't tell whether it was impulsive or really affected by Mr. Good Luck's ability.

This feeling of being manipulated made the always proud Mikkelsen feel as uncomfortable as being forced to eat three boxes of canned herrings.

Tang Ji has mastered Mr. Good Luck, which is good news in the long run. At least now Carl Wilo's ability has been effectively used instead of wasting time in the casino.

Mikkelsen quickly put aside his small unhappiness and began to think about how he could control Tang Ji through Wu Qianying, and then bring Mr. Good Luck's influence into his plan.

For an extremely dangerous superhuman like Mr. Good Luck, having two layers of safety valves in between seemed to be more beneficial to him, but all he had to do was put in more thinking and planning.

It was already instinctive for him. The whole world was just a chessboard to him. He already knew when to place the stone and when to kill the opponent's dragon.

It's just that the other player playing chess is now in the thinking stage and has not yet responded to his move in the previous round.

Thinking of this, Mikkelsen finally calmed down and contacted his secretary through an old-fashioned rotary dial phone: "Let the drones evacuate, cancel the orbit change application for the surveillance satellite, and end the surveillance plan for Carl Wilo."

"Understood." The secretary replied immediately.

But soon, the phone on Mikkelsen's desk rang, and he instinctively realized it was bad news.

"Mr. Commissioner, our drone rushed into a sudden thunderstorm and has lost the signal." The secretary seemed to be considering the words. After a brief pause, he reported the bad news again: "The satellite orbit change requirement you applied for previously It has passed, but the space center has just received news that the orbiting satellite has malfunctioned and is making an emergency landing into the atmosphere. It is expected to be burned in one hour and thirty-eight minutes."

Snap!

The pen in Mikkelsen's hand was broken, but he still replied calmly: "Then just cancel the surveillance plan for Carl Wilo."

"They reported that the satellite had captured a small explosion 20 kilometers away from the last place where Carl Wiler disappeared, and a plane crashed there." The secretary finally reported some good news: "Through image comparison, we found that It’s a hidden airport, and it’s suspected to be related to the Chimera. Do we need to send someone to investigate?”

This time, Mikkelsen finally smiled.