I give the world destruction and new life

Corn Orr was undoubtedly that disgusting bastard. Martin's iron fist beat Corn Orr's head into a fairy flower on the spot, and he was kicked out of the Afterlife Bar by Roger because of this, not only losing a lot of money , was also included in the blacklist and was not allowed to enter for 50 years.

And Corn Orr himself found Martin and his group less than two hours later. At that time, they were drinking in a different club, planning to get rid of their bad luck.

In Tang Ji's small circle, Kang Orr is probably equal to 'dirty stuff', after all, the few encounters between them are too exciting.

Martin pulled out his custom-made 'iron rod' shotgun from behind, and pointed the muzzle directly at Conor's head.

Apart from the advantages of caliber, this cheap shotgun produced by the Rostovich Company has the only advantage of being strong enough.

And the one customized by Martin is almost twice the size of the original weapon, which is suitable for a fierce man like him who can run a horse with his fists and stand upright with his arms.

"Hey! Hey! Can you hear me?" Kang Orr used the muzzle of the gun as a microphone, and shouted a few words into it, and then suddenly you took a breath, and spit out a mouthful of phlegm in your throat: "Your gun oil has expired Yes, it makes me sick."

Martin's hand holding the gun was trembling. He really wanted to shoot and blow the head of this thing to pieces right now, but considering that this club was one of the few clubs that were still willing to host him, Martin held back the tone.

He knew that it was useless no matter how many times he beat the bastard to death, and he couldn't even do anything to the bastard in this regard.

"What's the matter with you?" Martin looked at the screaming crowd, sighed, threw a wad of money on the bar as compensation, and winked at Surte: "Let's talk in another place."

"Why do you change the place? I really like this place. In the next life, the broken place was converted from a morgue. It's cold and cold, and my back hurts after staying for a long time." Con Orr sat down between Martin and Tony. He knew he couldn't do anything. Torturing that young man, as long as the other party enters the bullet time, it is equivalent to non-existence to him, but aren't there two people who can't escape here?

"A dry martini, add more lemon, thank you, credit him." Con Orr patted Martin's shoulder vigorously: "It's really strong, and it's a lot stronger."

Martin and Tony now feel as disgusted as if they ate a raw toad, but they can only let Kang Orr do whatever they want.

"By the way, I heard you just said that you have taken action against gluttony?" Before the drink he ordered was served, he took a sip of the blues vodka in front of Tony, and then put on a bitter face and put the vodka in his mouth. Spit all the wine back: "Sorry, it's not for me."

Click!

Tony stepped on and broke one of the connecting posts of the metal seat. He really couldn't understand, how could such a bitch exist?The purpose of his life seems to be to clean up and make troubles, as if living in another dimension.

If he insists on categorization, Tony thinks that Con Orr is more suitable to appear in the world line of Bugs Bunny, as a cartoon character.

"Hey, don't be so extravagant, give me some detailed information, the Blazers are very interested in this news." Con Orr rubbed his hands, watching the bartender expectantly serve the wine he ordered: "When my deal is completed, I swear, I won't appear in front of you for at least three months."…

Both Martin and Tony remained silent. How to deal with Corn Orr is obviously a problem of the century. Even people like Dr. Wu haven't come up with a practical solution yet.

"Let him come to me." Tang Ji's news appeared on Martin's mobile phone, which made the three-meter-tall iron man heave a sigh of relief. He directly put the phone on Kang Or's face: "We The boss wants to see you, go to the central prison, get out now!"

"The phone is good, I want it." Conor tried to pull the phone out of Martin's hand, but he failed to pull it out twice: "Otherwise."

Martin clenched his palms tightly, squeezed the phone into something as thick as a pen, and threw it on the table: "My patience is limited!"

"What a bad temper. In the future, you will grow less muscle and more brains. You will almost not be able to reach your buttocks when you go to the toilet." Conor looked at the mobile phone that had been reduced to industrial waste with some regret: "Tsk tsk, really Waste it, and you'll regret it."

Martin simply turned around, turned his back to Corn Orr and ignored the lunatic.

The next second he really regretted it, Kang Orr suddenly exploded, and he suddenly took out a string grenade and threw it into his cup.

The impact of the explosion was harmless to Martin, and the blast and debris were blocked by his broad back, so that the people on his side were almost unscathed.

But on the other hand, Tony dodged in time out of the instinct of a veteran, and at the same time used the prosthetic body on his leg as a shield, avoiding most of the damage, while those watching the crowd in the club suffered heavy casualties.

If nothing else, Martin's gold consumption cave is missing one more place.

"I hate him!" Martin looked at the wounded all over the floor, and a smear of blood appeared on his iron-gray face. The meeting in just a few minutes made him feel as if he had been taken aback mentally.

"Forget it, let's go, it seems that the vacation is over." Tony stood up with a limp, a shrapnel hit his ass and cut off a piece of meat, it was pure luck.

Martin threw a few more bundles of money on the bar, treating it as the medical expenses of these people. In a place like Night City, sufferers who encounter such things usually consider themselves unlucky, and there is basically no follow-up trouble.

It's just that this matter is probably going to be on tomorrow's Good Night City show, God knows how the host will make fun of himself.

After all, Martin and the others are well-known figures in Night City. Everyone knows that they are with Tang Ji and belong to the FBAS Bureau. Street fighters on the road have to give them three points.

"Kang Orr is in Night City, I asked him to meet here." Tang Ji lit a tree of life with his back turned to Mikkelsen, and in front of him was a tree wall that looked extremely dark at night.

The Central Prison was well built by Mikkelsen. The superhuman prisoners who were imprisoned were unlucky. They served corvee during the day and had to sleep in tree houses at night.

Because Mikkelsen tried to make this a self-sufficient green prison, the prisoners didn't even have a spare piece of clothing except for the prison uniform they were issued when they first came in, let alone pillows, beds, and quilts.

They are either placed in the points store and need to be exchanged for extra labor, or they can find their own way and create them from scratch. …

Mikkelsen apparently takes some kind of twisted pleasure from taming these rotten people, and the prison has begun to treat paper as hard currency, because the bastard Mikkelsen puts all the leaves of plants as tall as the prisoners can reach , have been transformed into barbs, or can cause itching.

Some superhuman prisoners who have just been transferred to the Central Prison will suffer from severe mental anxiety in the first week, but considering that the Central Prison is under the management of the FBAS Bureau, Tang Ji himself does not admit that there are Mental illnesses such as anxiety and depression, all similar medical applications are thrown in the garbage.

Prisoners who have committed crimes are not qualified to suffer from mental illness. If they are really crazy, there is a master in the basement who is even more crazy, proficient in spiritual knowledge, and can induce people to treat people like dreams. Most patients with mild symptoms can recover within the same day.

Therefore, in this environment, it is normal for a few horrible screams to come from time to time in the dark night, and Tang Ji enjoys it quite a bit.

He doesn't care about those prisoners in the central prison committing crimes again. From intentional injury to malicious murder, Tang Ji will not take the initiative to stop, but will add criminal responsibility to the criminals afterwards, and use the method of increasing the sentence and confinement to make the criminals get due punishment.

Although it is not humane, it is effective. At least 90.00% of the prisoners are deeply aware that the existence of social order and law is a kind of protection for the weak, and the identity of the strong and the weak can be switched at any time.

Here, they're clearly all underdogs.
"If you want to ask me if there is a good way to deal with that lunatic, my suggestion is to give him a task that sounds interesting, and then promise her a high enough reward. As long as you don't break the contract, he must be a good knife." Mikkelsen said without raising his head: "The difficulty is that no one knows what is interesting in his eyes."

"No, I want to ask you about the possibility of letting him take the initiative to go to jail." Tang Ji continued: "I think this matter is very interesting. Those prisoners also need a catfish to stimulate."

"Will it be too cruel?" Mikkelsen seemed to have seen this scene, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

Who Con Orr was working for now was apparently a mystery.

During the time when Tangy and the others were busy, Kang Orr seemed to have disappeared. The last news about Kang Orr that Mikkelsen got was that he bought a copy of the collection in the flea market. The treasure map, someone went to South America to hunt for treasure, and it has been more than a month since it disappeared.

And this time he suddenly appeared and went straight to Night City, his purpose seemed to be very clear, he wanted to know the final outcome of the gluttony.

He even said the purpose was to sell the information to the pioneers, but Kang Orr's method of collecting information was rather wild. He directly broke into the murderer's territory, intending to ask the murderer how he committed the crime.

"It's a bit like your early demeanor, very direct and efficient." Mikkelsen humorously said to Tang Ji: "It's just that every time you get other people's blood everywhere, he habitually puts his own blood everywhere." There's blood all over the place, and it's a lot of fun."  …

"I thought big men like you wouldn't speak ill of others behind their backs, hell! You have shattered my illusions about idols!" Kang Orr, who came uninvited, opened the door and complained to the two people: "So for Make up for me, why don't you tell me what I want to know?"

"If I know when you'll come in, it's not a bad word behind your back, it's a face to face." Mikkelsen shrugged, as if he had no interest in Con Orr: "We just narrated You are playing a rogue's way, if you think it is talking bad about people behind your back, you might as well think about whether your behavior is inappropriate."

Tang Ji hugged his shoulders and directly entered the state of watching the show.

If there is anyone in this world who can bring the stereotype of old-fashioned to the extreme, it must be Mikkelsen. Every time the classic Mikkelsen appears, the sense of age is overwhelming.

He has observed Mikkelsen's behavior, of course, this is entirely due to the instinct of law enforcement, rather than planning to shoot him in the back one day in the future-Mikkelsen will put back everything used In position, Mikkelsen would suffer if someone disrupted his previous fixed position.

Even the current druid version of Mikkelsen is the same. The plants he cultivated have symmetrical leaf patterns, which look unnatural.

On the other hand, Con Orr is completely on the opposite side of Mikkelsen. He is a representative of chaos, he acts as he pleases, and he will smash a pair of teacups when he sees two identical teacups.

Although Mikkelsen never said it, from the moment Kang Orr came in, Tang Ji felt the completely opposite aura between the two people.

"It's so ruthless, big man. You didn't have this attitude when we cooperated last time." Kang Orr looked like a master, and walked around the room, still making tsk-tsk sounds, as if there was something Say what you want to complain about.

"Actually, you've already had enough of the decorations here, right?" Kang Orr leaned next to Tang Ji, with an expression of reminiscing about old friends, and whispered in a voice that Mikkelsen could hear clearly. : "This place is like shit."

Tang Ji keenly noticed that the tree wall outside shook as a whole, and his mood suddenly improved a lot.

"Okay, don't waste your time anymore, let's get down to business." Kang Orr wanted to drag a chair to his favorite position, but found that the chairs here are all grown directly on the ground, so he just kicked it He broke the chair root, and then placed the chair in the position he had chosen: "I took a job with the Blazers. They wanted to know what happened to the gluttony. I hope you can give me a good answer."

"Okay, my curiosity is satisfied, let's do it." Mikkelsen twitched his eyes, and finally couldn't help it.

"Listen to what he has to say, maybe there will be surprises." As the spokesperson of Furious, Tang Ji was extra patient this time.

"That's right! I just said, you were too impatient before, and you never let me finish talking." Con Or's mouth suddenly had a prelude barrel.

"Being told nonsense, if you waste my time, I will freeze you up and die slowly just like last time." Tang Ji slowly pulled out the prelude.

But Kang Orr insisted on stepping forward, had an in-depth exchange, and then spat all over the floor, then wiped his mouth with a satisfied face, and asked, "Do it again?"

Seeing that Tang Jizhen was about to pull the trigger, Kang Orr said sternly: "In return, I will give you enough important information in exchange, just treat me as an undercover agent sent by you, a double-sided agent, etc., I promise If it’s true information, just make a difference from the middle.”

"Oh, by the way, you guys have to give me another salary. I found that the FBAS bureau's brand is very useful recently. The monthly salary should be calculated at [-] federal currency per month." Con Orr wiped his mouth , smoothed the vomit on the plant carpet with the soles of his shoes: "I know Makarian's next plan, exclusive information, how about it?"