I give the world destruction and new life

Chapter 105 Remember Me

As the two fell down one after the other, Tang Ji finally gave himself some space. He straightened his collar, looked around, and picked up the screwdriver that had been ground into a weapon from the ground.

Under everyone's amazed eyes, he used a screwdriver to help the Broken Egg Man end his pain. He did it too quickly, and with the deep rhyme being steady and ruthless, the Broken Egg Man lost his voice in an instant.

The painter opened his mouth. He had seen Tang Ji's ruthlessness yesterday, but he was still shocked by this scene.

The prisoners around Tang Ji were almost horrified. This was not the first time they had witnessed death. Some of them even had their lives in their hands, but this was definitely the most sudden one.

Subconsciously they put themselves on the side of the perpetrator, but the reality tells them coldly that this time they are wrong.

In just a second, the screwdriver disappeared into the little man's eye sockets again. There was no screams, no bloody fists, and only business-like efficiency.

The members of the Chaos Knife Club kept stepping back, for fear that Tang Ji would notice them.

"Do you know me?" Tang Ji sat on the table and looked around everyone. Up to now, the prisoners on the periphery have not realized that the script they originally planned has deviated from the course, and even the prison guards have not noticed that there are already two The individual died silently.

"I have been a law enforcement officer for a long time, many of you, and I have arrested more than once." Tang Ji seemed to be telling a story: "Then I encountered some tragedies, and I was lost. There are too many good people. Those who should leave have left, but you are still here, like a pile of garbage, living well."

"Damn you!" The prisoners on the outside threw their dinner plates at Tang Ji: "I'm not here to listen to the story, and the people inside will get out of the way if I don't do anything!"

The prisoner next to Tang Ji was like a child who had made a mistake. He stood obediently and looked at Tang Ji until Tang Ji nodded before giving way to the prisoner.

It seemed that the young prisoner under the age of 20 was a little nervous by the reaction of the people inside, but he looked at the knife in his hand, then at Tang Ji, and still mustered up the courage to rush over.

Bang!
Tang Ji just opened his palm, predicting the prisoner's direction, and let him hit his palm.

His height and wingspan crushed the opponent in an all-round way, which made it impossible for the opponent to touch Tang Ji with his own weapon with all his strength.

"Savic Doyle, I remember you." Tang Ji's tone made the painter feel like he wanted to pee: "The first time you went to prison at the age of 16 was because of robbery."

"That's right! It's me! You bastard, you ruined me!" Savage yelled frantically.

"Do you still remember that lady who was hit by a car and broke her legs because of chasing you, and she was confined to a wheelchair for the rest of her life?" Tang Ji lifted Savage up with one hand, and with a little force on his fingers, he could only whine in mid-air whine.

"She chased you because there was a photo of her deceased mother in the bag, and all you wanted was less than 300 yuan in cash." Tang Ji looked at the young man who was only 20 years old indifferently: "At that time You were underage and only served [-] days in detention, and I still remember your smile during the trial, you mocked the victim, and all of us."

"Three days after you were released, you were sentenced to a juvenile detention center for stealing. I don't know what you learned there, but it must be very suitable for your dirty soul." Tang Ji gradually tightened his fingers. At this time, Savi Qi could only helplessly try to touch the ground with his toes, he could hardly breathe.

"The third time, you finally did something big. You robbed a supermarket with a gun, but you accidentally killed a clerk because the gun misfired, and your accomplice threw him on the spot." Tang Ji shook his head: "Your life is such a failure, but you still imagine I hope that I will become a big shot one day."

"I wanted to do this a long time ago, but being a law enforcer bound me, and Angelina didn't want to see me do it." Tang Ji threw Savage on the ground like a toy, watching He sucked in the air greedily.

"You are like a parasite, absorbing nutrients from this world, and smearing the shit out of it on the wall, disgusting everyone who has seen you." Tang Ji kicked his dagger off the ground and grabbed his feet He lifted the thin young man upside down by his wrist: "Someone said that I am the embodiment of rage, and I think she is right. For people like you, my anger is like an eternal flame that burns all day long."

"Hahaha! So what? I'll be out in a few months! And you don't know if you'll survive." Savage's laughter stopped in summer, and he finally saw the head and feet in the shaking. Those two bodies.

"I've known for a long time that some people don't deserve a second chance. You are born that way." Tang Ji swung Savage, who weighs less than [-] kilograms, over his head like a sledgehammer, and then smashed hard down.

puff!

Savage's head hit the corner of the dining table midway, exploding like an overripe watermelon, splashing the red and white mixture all over the faces of those around it.

The unabated corpse hit the ground so hard that most of its chest collapsed.

"Ah!!!" The vicious prisoner who was closest yelled out a soprano, and his whole body softened.

The harsh siren sounded again, and the prison guards finally responded. They had originally received an order to ignore any violence against Tang Ji, but now the situation seems to be completely opposite.

"Come here first today. We have a lot of time. When I come again, let's continue." Tang Ji took a glass of water from a prisoner and drank it: "If the law can't make you repent, think more about me, I am your eternal nightmare."

"I will appear in your hiding place, at home, in your car, when you are eating, relaxing, and going to the bathroom." Tang Ji's eyes made all the prisoners bow their heads: "Even prisons are not Then there is your hiding place, you have nowhere to hide."

"Remember me, never forget." Tang Ji did not resist, and was escorted out of the cafeteria by the prison guards. Before leaving, he said one last sentence: "This sentence is for those who can get out alive."

"He's crazy." In the monitoring room, Warden Monstein said to Ben Bieber: "He is a dangerous element. I insist that it is better for us to kill him early."

"No, he's not crazy." Ben Bieber frowned and looked at the playback screen. Tang Ji's unbridled madness made it difficult for him to breathe through the screen: "He just doesn't care anymore, he is detached."

"Detachment from what?" the warden asked inexplicably.

"I have escaped the shackles of the world. When he comes out of the confinement room, transfer him to Area D." Ben Bieber hurriedly finished speaking and left in a hurry.

Darkness, endless darkness, this was Tang Ji's third day in the confinement room. There was not only no light but also no sound here. The spiky sponge made him even hear the echo of his heartbeat.

Tang Ji sat cross-legged in the center of the confinement room, like an old monk in meditation, and he kept replaying what happened to him in his mind.

Since meeting the first player, Michael V. Michael, his world has been disrupted, and there are endless superhumans, superhuman organizations, players, and anti-player organizations.

The first is Lothas, which is the most recent stage vest for players, Tanguy has now determined that Lothas is not the only vest those players are using.

The Prophet still has three organizations suspected of being established by players, but none of them are as pure as Losass, and all of its members are players.

Each organization has its own mission, some are secretly collecting materials, some are guiding the world pattern, and some are manipulating the emergence of superhumans behind the scenes.

The mission of Losas is undoubtedly the most important, but Tang Ji still can't guess their ultimate purpose. Apart from detonating a nuclear bomb in Night City, their only value is to contribute to the movement of superhuman rights on a global scale. There was a fire.

But even without the fire of the Losas organization, as the number of superhumans increases, the situation will develop to this point sooner or later.

With Tang Ji's level, he can only infer that the appearance of Losas means that those players are in a hurry, and they want to speed up the evolution of the world order.

And the Prophet, the Seven Deadly Sins, if what the Prophet said is true, Tang Ji doesn’t even know which future is more terrifying, the Seven Deadly Sins ruling the world is more hopeless, or the demon named player living next to him is more scary?
what should I do?How do I fight against such a future?Tang Ji stared at the void, Angelina's smiling face and Tang Anran's fleshy little face appeared alternately in the darkness.

With their company, the brigade meant nothing to Tangy.

But on the outside, the pressure on the warden of Monstein is increasing day by day. The prison is not an island isolated from the outside world. It is full of talents living here.

Because of Tang Ji's imprisonment, many media reporters tried their best to get the latest news from the prison. Obviously, the villains in Night City had great expectations for Tang Ji's thorn.

Since the VIPs in Area C installed wireless networks in the prison, those prisoners who are a little smart and have strong hands-on skills are trying their best to dump network equipment in the prison.

Who doesn't want to see the outside world?Who wouldn't want to see a few more female anchors in short skirts showing their thighs in this cage of excessive male hormones?
It's just that the appearance of Tang Ji has changed the atmosphere of the prisoners in District AB.

In the past, when they communicated with the outside world, they were always contacting acquaintances to bring goods in, or bragging about each other, but now most of the prisoners are trying to find connections from the outside to get themselves out.

It doesn't matter if you are released on parole, hospitalized due to illness, or hospitalized due to injury, even if you are transferred to another prison, as long as you don't stay here!
"Are you sure, buddy?" A burly white man looked at his roommate, and was gesturing on his leg with a fork-modified weapon: "Zamsza in Area A was off by two centimeters, cut an artery, and almost died It was not rescued!"

Because of the words of the strong white man, the prisoner who planned to rely on self-mutilation for medical parole became even more nervous. Beads of sweat kept dripping, and finally he couldn't bear it anymore and threw his weapon on the ground: "Anyway, he won't be able to come out for a while. Right?"

The two looked at each other, the expression on their faces was like that of a dead father.

In a cell on the other side of the corridor, the atmosphere was much more relaxed. Those prisoners who claimed to have never committed any major crimes knew that their lives were not in danger, and they were taking this opportunity to make money.

"Welcome everyone to Tony's live broadcast room. That's right, I'm live broadcasting in the mysterious Night City Prison." Brother Tony scanned his cell and corridors with the rough live broadcast equipment in his hand, welcoming a large wave of rewards , The screen is full of the words of the boss 666.

Tony swears that if he had known that the webcast was so powerful, he would have given up his life long ago.

"I know, you all want to know the news about Tang Ji, the law enforcer. Listen to me slowly." Tony, the jailer, vividly described the riot that Tang Ji caused in the restaurant that morning, so excited that he didn't notice the prison guards at all.

"You won't believe it at all. I witnessed everything. Law enforcer Tang was like a tyrant. He picked up that scumbag and smashed it to the ground. His head exploded like a watermelon!" Jail brother Tony dubbed the explosion. , and also restored the scene of the watermelon explosion with gestures.

The prison guard knocked on the railing with his baton, and pointed to the live broadcast equipment with only a screen and a camera in Tony's hand, plus a mess of wires.

"Just 1 minute!" Prison brother skillfully took out a few packs of cigarettes and secretly handed them to the prison guard. The prisoner cautiously covered his face and siren with his palms and arms, took the cigarettes, and then walked to the next corridor.

Thanks to the rewards from netizens, prison brother Tony's life has become more and more prosperous. Not only can he take out things to bribe the prison guards anytime and anywhere, but he also bought himself a small apartment outside.

Most of the money was given by the Voice of Night City, which is the largest media group in Night City. They also promised Brother Prison that they would send him a set of more concealed and clearer live broadcast equipment in the next few days.

And the only thing he needs to do is to take pictures of Tang Ji's every word and deed in prison. Just thinking about the scene of Tang Ji's murder, the editor-in-chief of the short video department of the Voice of Night City has intracranial hypertension.

After fully adapting to the environment of the confinement room, the darkness and silence forced Tang Ji's other senses to become more active.

Tang Ji could smell a faint fishy smell, which was the smell of the sea. The confinement room was located underground. At this time, there was only a wall between Tang Ji and the sea water.

He could still smell the shoe polish on the prison guard's leather shoes. Although he couldn't hear the sound of the prison guard walking, Tang Ji knew that another hour had passed whenever this smell came.

In addition, Tang Ji also smelled a faint fragrance of gardenia in the confinement room next to him.

A woman, not very old.

Tang Ji established the character profile in his mind by his sense of smell, and now he gradually understands what Wolfgang means by the smell with color.

For some reason, the image of the woman in his mind had long chestnut-colored hair from the beginning, and Tang Ji was sure that he smelled it right.

After another three days, Tang Ji could already smell the specific emotions of impatience, fear, and fatigue from the passing guards.

As for the woman next door, Tang Ji could only smell a smell from her, blank.

Tang Ji could even imagine her lying in the middle of the confinement room with a dazed face, not knowing who she was or why she was locked up here.

With a plain body, Tang Ji accurately judged the other party's identity.

(End of this chapter)