I give the world destruction and new life

Chapter 388 Night City, all in one color

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"Choose your prosthetic body carefully, military technology, satisfy all your desires, bigger, stronger, faster." The huge advertisement banner with 80.00% similarity with Tang Ji went straight to the sky, in the night city where the night scene light pollution is serious The night sky takes hold.

It was a new advertisement for military technology, and it was probably the only big company that dared to take Tang Ji's popularity head-on. Since Mikkelsen took power, military technology has become more and more unscrupulous.

Edward leaned on his electric Harley alone, looked up at the man who looked like Tang Ji, and raised his glass to him. Although he knew it was not Tang Ji, this might be the closest they had ever been.

He knew what Tang Ji was fighting against, and he also knew that he was a burden in this war, but he suddenly became a widowed old man, and Edward still felt the long-lost loneliness.

So he planned to go to Laisheng Bar for a drink. The girls there had a wild beauty, which was very suitable for comforting an old man like him.

Action is worse than heartbeat, Edward squeezed the can in his hand, loosened his leather pants, raised his legs, stepped on the Harley accelerator and screwed it to the end, imitating the roar of a gasoline engine shaking the entire street from the stereo.

The night wind gradually and violently blows Edward's white hair that resembles Geralt the White Wolf. He dyed it specially and added fluorescent agent, which is more noticeable than Harley in the night light. Of course, the price is also the same.

"A glass of black whiskey, without ice." Edward knocked on the bar and winked at the female bartender. He always felt that he was almost able to sleep with this wild girl, but unfortunately there are at least 99 more in the Afterlife bar. A man had the same idea as him.

"This is the real high-end player, be careful of your waist." A bloody figure sat next to Edward, the corner of the windbreaker seemed to be dripping with blood.

"Don't talk to me unless you tell me what's going on with An Ran first." Edward snorted, but still ordered another glass of wine for him.

The female bartender was a little surprised when she saw Tang Ji. Although Tang Ji turned up his collar and hid half of his face under the collar, anyone who cared could still recognize him immediately.

But fortunately, the afterlife bar is a place of drunkenness and dreams. Dim lights and biting music make many people immerse themselves in their own world.

"He is fine, well hidden." Tang Ji gave Edward an explanation: "This is not his time, and it will take some time."

"It's fine, why do you have time to come here?" Edward took a sip of bitter wine: "I read in the news that you are now working for that idiot Luther?"

"He messed with me." Tang Ji corrected Edward's mistake: "Recently we have fallen into a stalemate, and no one knows what will happen next. All parties are accumulating strength."

Yes, all parties are accumulating strength.

With the support of almost unlimited manpower and financial resources, Mikkelsen's spies have gained something from time to time. Tang Ji has almost led people to raid the stronghold of three players, but the final result is only a mere sixteen players. After accumulating [-] points, there was no progress.

Tang Ji failed to find any ability to supplement his existing system among the abilities of these people, and Wu Qianying also suggested that he had better not continue to challenge the genetic limit.

"I thought the world wouldn't get any worse, but I didn't expect surprises every day." Edward sighed, and clinked glasses with Tang Ji: "I thought you'd have to be wanted for the rest of your life, but in a blink of an eye you became a big man."

"I turned out to be a big shot, the number one terrorist." Tang Ji smiled, and two weeks had passed since the last communication with Mikkelsen.

During this period of time, he would either go out on missions, lead his people to hunt down players and naturalized people around the world, or transfer superhuman criminals to central prisons across the Federation.

The prison system is undoubtedly a new battlefield. After the completion of the polar warehouse, those pioneers are setting their sights here to obtain those superhuman criminals to serve as new bodies.

The crime itself acts as a filter for them. Those superhumans who are weak in ability and difficult to pose a threat to others will naturally stay away from criminal behavior. Only superhumans with sharp weapons and murderous intentions will go this road.

But fortunately, the two sides were on the same level in the strategic contest this time, and Mikkelsen took the lead in catching the Blazers.

At present, the Central Prison has transferred more than [-] superhuman criminals from various places, and Wang Zhengdao is actively communicating with the European Union, intending to establish a transnational mechanism for the transfer of superhuman criminals.

Of course, this matter sounds very difficult, let alone actually do it. The biggest obstacle in front of Wang Zhengdao is not the deep-rooted naturalized forces, but the ECS bureau he personally led and established.

It's not Tang Ji's turn to worry about bad things in politics. He is responsible for more specific tasks, such as killing people by hand, such as establishing his own authority in the central prison, and selecting people who are not so scumbags from a pile of scumbags. Slag recruited him to the FBAS bureau as cannon fodder.

Tang Ji humorously named these cannon fodder the Suicide Squad. Although there are still zero members who have the opportunity to join the Suicide Squad, and the number of members who go on missions in exchange for a reduced sentence, Tang Ji feels that as long as there are enough scum in the prison, he can always Found a few oddities.

As for today, he came here to meet Rogge. They had a very pleasant cooperation before, and now Tang Ji hopes to continue their cooperation.

"Big man, the party specially held for you is ready." Rogge leaned against the bar in a cyber yellow jacket, nodded to the bartender and Edward: "All their consumption will be charged to my account."

"Then I won't be polite." Edward backed Tang Ji: "Go and do something big. It's not your turn to worry about my old bones. Go back and see me when you have time."

Although Edward said so, both of them knew that with their current relationship, unless Edward was willing to be protected as closely as Wu Qianying, the number of times they would meet would be very few.

Tang Ji drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, hugged Edward, and went to the secret room deep in the afterlife with Roger.

It was a safe house specially prepared for such a big event today. The lead floor, walls, and ceiling can isolate almost all electromagnetic signals, as well as most of the known supernatural ability peeps.

When Tang Ji walked into the safe house, there were already several people here, all of whom were 'big shots'.

The new leader of the Tiger Claw Gang, Hiroyuki Sanada, the old and new spokespeople of the Valentino Gang, Machete and Guswarta, as well as several representatives of the old night city gang forces also found their own places to gather together. Together, they are all Tang Ji's 'old friends'.

In addition, there are several newcomers.

A woman with heavy makeup but not gaudy, that is Elizabeth, the owner of Lizzie's Bar and the head of the new gang, the Mox Gang.

A muscular man who occupies most of the sofa by himself. Judging by his size alone, he is almost no less than the current Martin. Needless to say, he must be a superhuman.

In addition, there was a fat man sitting in the corner wiping his sweat constantly, looking as if he was about to get sick in a second. That was Adams, the former manager of the Law Enforcement Bureau and Tang Ji's old superior.

The atmosphere in the room was a bit dignified. Hiroichi Sanada was leaning on the sofa drinking sake alone, and the Valentino gang was talking loudly, but the rest of the people looked like they were about to draw their guns and shoot each other in the next second.

Tang Ji's appearance changed the atmosphere in the room, and the noise instantly became quiet.

Hiroyuki Sanada sat up straight, patted Guswarta with the machete to stop the conversation, and all the gang leaders who were barking their teeth and claws were back together.

Elizabeth and the big guy tensed their muscles. They were superhumans, and they felt the pressure of a natural enemy from Tang Ji.

Only Adams went limp, taking his first breath of the day without fear.

"Okay, today's protagonist is here, don't waste my good wine here, let's get to the point." Rogge clapped his hands and signaled everyone: "When I close this door, I hope everyone Remember one thing, this is a completely sealed room, and the oxygen generator under the sofa can only guarantee that we will not be suffocated for four to 10 minutes."

Adams became nervous here because of Rogge's words and the heavy sound of the lead door closing, but when Tang Ji sat beside him, he suddenly felt at ease. No matter what the reason for calling him today, he at least didn't have to worry about himself. Dead here.

"I called you here because Night City needs a new order." Tang Ji made all the bosses frown as soon as he opened his mouth.

Although many people here have already been beaten without temper by him, any words involving the new order are sensitive topics for the old rulers.

What's more, there are two people here who themselves represent a new order, and the seats under their buttocks are not hot yet.

Everyone is waiting for Tang Ji's next words. And Tang Ji is recalling the important points written on the small card Wu Qianying wrote to him before.

It said a lot of glamorous things, how important the stability of Night City is to the overall situation, what kind of existence the players are, and so on.

But looking at the group of people in front of him, Hiroyuki Sanada looked very aristocratic, but Tang Ji knew that half of him was imitating Arasaka Yoshinobu, and the other half was imitating Nagasa Shiro
Guswota may be the latest one to take over the company's top executives in terms of his attire, but his fine shirts can't hide the tattoos on his body, which are the symbols of the Valentino gang, the Madonna and Death, and pistols.

As for the scimitar, he is also an old jerk in a suit, and with that old face alone, he can be a senior cadre in the Chaos Knife Club.

Elizabeth of the Mox gang still maintains the stripper style, and the fabric on her and the big guy next door who only wears gym shorts can't cover Adams' stomach.

So Tang Ji silently threw the things on the card aside, and he had to tell them in a language these people could understand, what he wanted, what was going to happen in Night City, and what would happen if he was not satisfied .

"We are fighting a war, a war without victory or defeat, only life and death." Tang Ji said to everyone: "On one side are me and my allies, and on the other side are Losas and what they represent power."

"I thought Losas had been disbanded." Adams asked cautiously.

"They have changed their names now, they are called Pioneers, Walter Group, Naturalized, Players, etc." Tang Ji said several familiar names: "By the way, our late Grand Commander Mr. Hunter did not lie , they are aliens."

Tang Ji's words changed the faces of many people present. Thanks to the abundance of mental illnesses in Night City, everyone here has a nerve of steel.

"They are like a group of ghosts who can occupy your body and deprive you of your will. They regard our world as a playground and plan to come here to have fun." Tang Ji raised the glass on the table and poured himself a glass: " The two red sun events, Paris, the petrochemical alliance missile crisis, and the massacre in Omaha were all just saying hello."

"With all due respect, Don, what does this have to do with us?" Scimitar had to stand up and say something, Sanada Hiroichi didn't say a word, Guswarta was lost in thought, the rest of the people were not qualified to speak, just He can be the first bird: "Those big companies should be the ones who worry about this issue."

"Good question, Machete." Tang Ji raised his glass and touched Machete in the air: "The problem is, those rich guys think we are doomed, and they plan to run away."

"Run away?" Guswarta seemed to have been shocked by an electric shock, and instantly connected the news he got from the business school together in his mind: "That's why they keep selling their properties and don't care about the gains and losses in the secondary market because they Don't care anymore?"

"He is much smarter than you." Tang Ji praised Machete: "You have chosen a good successor."

However, Machete's face showed no joy at all, because it took him more than ten years to get Guswarta to wear a suit, and now the world told him that the man in the suit was going to run away.

"Tiger Claw Gang, take it at your convenience, Lai Xuanjun and I have reached an agreement, and we are on your side." Hiroyuki Sanada gave a very direct answer, which surprised several half-hearted small forces.

"What do you want?" Elizabeth Borden was a pungent woman, she asked bluntly: "The Mox Gang is just a small gang, I don't even know why I am honored to be present at this meeting."

"Me too!" Adams raised his hand, expressing his innocence.

The big guy sitting on the side also raised his hand, but he didn't say anything. He is the new leader of the Violent Bear Gang, but he hasn't resolved the differences within the gang yet, so his influence is very limited.

"I want Night City to have only one voice. When I ask you to do something, you must cooperate with me unconditionally." Tang Ji expressed his request, and this request is undoubtedly a difficult one.

"You're kidding, Don!"

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