I give the world destruction and new life

Tanguy didn't want to recall the negotiation with Kang Orr last night, and neither did Mikkelsen. They talked twice in total, with a three-hour break in between.

The reason is that Mikkelsen couldn't control his impulse, and suddenly the carpet turned into a man-eating creep, swallowing Kang Orr whole, and directly crushing it into plant nutrients.

So they had to wait for more than three hours, waiting for Kang Orr to grow back from a certain corner, so that they could continue the negotiation.

Tang Ji was very happy during the whole waiting process. He finally saw that Lao Mi broke the defense, so he kept smiling all over the city. Of course, Tang Ji also paid the price for it
When Kang Orr proposed to join the FBAS Bureau and become an official agent, Mikkelsen agreed to him before Tang Ji.

Since then, the smile has moved from Tanguy's face to Mikkelsen's.

The resurrected Kang has given full play to his invincibility. If God really exists, he will probably carry a cross and peel the skin with a nail in his mouth.

In any case, Kang Orr finally got the information he wanted. He got the information from the time of gluttony death. In return, he sold all the information he got from the pioneers.

Makarian is preparing for the next large-scale arrival of players. The demo city was just a small rehearsal before, but this time he will bring a group of truly experienced players to this world.

No one knew where Corn Orr's information came from, but he did not lie when he swore that his information was accurate.

Wu Qianying analyzed Kang Or's micro-expressions through the camera, Mikkelsen was reviewing the information through his own intelligence network, and Tang Ji intuitively concluded that Kang Or was lying.

Therefore, the new question before them is where the second large-scale arrival will be, and how the pioneers can obtain enough and strong enough ferrites to prepare for the experienced players .

What happened in the Demonstration City proved that if the pioneers wanted to, they could force players to come to this world despite huge losses.

But the sequelae are also obvious. If the resistance forces in this world are prepared to control the body as soon as it enters a coma, then the players who come to this world will be cannon fodder.

The establishment of the fbas bureau is to respond quickly at such moments. Although Tang Ji is the director of the fbas bureau, he is actually only responsible for making ideas and managing his former team members by the way.

In addition, he is more like a living billboard, a silent deterrent. The specific development route of the entire fbas bureau is actually controlled by Mikkelsen.

In the rapidly expanding branches of the fbas bureau in various places, a large part of the members are from the local joint investigation office. Mikkelsen just changed the brand and extended his power tenfold.

As for Tang Ji, he didn't care about such secular rights at all. If there hadn't been such an accident, his desire for rights might have stopped at a certain division chief of the Night City Law Enforcement Bureau.

Then every day he used various methods to torture those social dregs he could not get used to, and used rich street methods to deal with those street fighters who claimed to have grown up on the streets. …

If he can bring out a whole team of lawmen who fit his taste before he retires, and carry on his career after he leaves the post, Tanguy may become a dashing old man like Edward.
Well, maybe not so chic, Angelina may not have such a good temper, if Tang Ji ordered drinks for other women in a nightclub like Edward, and then used sweet words to make the other woman forget her age, she would directly Use a shotgun to help Tangy improve his memory.

But all this is already a fantasy, Tang Ji is now dealing with the squeezed official duties of the fbas bureau, such as the mess left by that bastard Kang Orr.

He actually has a lawyer who specializes in guaranteeing Kang Or's personal interests, and that lawyer, who is as fearless as Kang Or, will come to his door in 10 minutes, and have a personal talk with Tang Ji about Kang Or Mr.'s salary level and various benefits during the fbas bureau.

As a former grassroots law enforcement officer, Tang Ji has a natural aversion to lawyers. He cannot deny that there are indeed some shining saints in this industry, but most of them are undoubtedly worthy of a bullet.

There have been many fights between Tang Ji and the lawyer, of course, most of them are defendants. He has been prosecuted six times, four of which were for violent law enforcement, and two were for neighbors who did not park properly.

Of course, considering Tang Ji’s previous law enforcement style, he was only prosecuted four times, and Edward undoubtedly suffered a lot of pressure. This can be seen from the position of the old man all the way from the division chief to the street patrol law enforcement officer.

As for the latter, thanks to Angelina, God knows how many times she has saved Tangy from minor neighborhood frictions with homemade biscuits.

In Night City, there are not so many amiable neighbors, but in the face of delicious biscuits and Tang Ji's growing "good reputation", most people are willing to learn how to be a good neighbor.

In fact, after "becoming" furious, what Tang Ji is most satisfied with is that he has gotten rid of the constraints of the secular law to a considerable extent.

The entire federation knows that he killed the former leader of the federation. The number of scumbags he killed in the webcast exceeded three digits. He turned the Eiffel Tower into a pile of scrap metal in front of the whole world, but no one came to him Trouble.

No new lawsuits, no new arrest warrants, not even new restricted entry notices.

The whole world is rapidly adapting to the advent of the new era, and those who cannot adapt are trying their best to escape.

Therefore, when a lawyer suddenly came to negotiate terms with Tang Ji, Tang Ji felt quite fresh, especially this lawyer was hired by that bastard Kang Orr.
"Warden, there is a lawyer who drove here by himself and said he made an appointment with you." Wade called Tang Ji's office himself, with a strange tone, as if he saw the real Santa Claus coming out of the flue on Christmas Eve. Like drilled out.

"Let him in." Tang Ji glanced at his natural green office, and suddenly felt that he was also a decent person.

"Okay, Warden." Wade hung up the phone, and waved his hands to those men who were equally curious: "You all heard, let him in!"…

"I hope he didn't turn himself in." Wade shrugged towards the deputy: "I bet, he wasn't hired by some prisoner to talk about parole."

"No one is betting against Wade with you. There is no parole policy in the Central Prison." The deputy was not fooled, picked up the car keys on the wall, and prepared to lead the way for the lawyer himself.

Life in the central prison is very boring. Although the most prosperous city in the world is more than ten kilometers away, these people can only leave the prison every year during holidays.

But now, there is a joy delivered to the door, and everyone wants to get some inside information before others.

Saul Goodman sat in the car, and No. 15 times he straightened his tie in front of the mirror and wiped the sweat from his temples with a tissue.

He wore his favorite suit with a sky blue shirt and a floral tie that made him look less formal, because the law was more like a joke in front of him for the big man he was going to meet today.

Saul is not a very famous lawyer, no, no, that is too flattering to say, in fact, his status in this line is only slightly better than the boy in the mail room, the advantage is that he has his own law firm, He was alone in the whole office.

The first meeting between him and Con Orr was not very pleasant. Sol was attacked from behind, put on a sack, and then knelt in front of a cemetery, and was pointed at the head with a gun.

And the reason is just that Con Orr helped a drinking buddy to solve the trouble because he lost a bet with someone, and Saul Goodman was that trouble.

Con Orr first drunkenly talked about how boring his life was, then boasted about how powerful his supernatural abilities are, and finally complained that he shouldn't have lost the gamble, and he would go to Made that drinking buddy.

A lunatic, this is Saul Goodman's first impression of Corn Orr, he was terrified at the time, but soon, he was no longer afraid.

That night, he saw his opportunity, an opportunity to make a lot of money, and he took it.
"Hi! Barrister, come with me and follow my car closely." A burly jailer stood in front of Saul Goodman's car, looked at his face carefully, and then pointed to the airtight Tree Wall said, "See those plants? If you go wrong, they don't even belch when they eat you."

Sol showed an unnatural smile, and the sweat on his forehead became more profuse. He drove his own car carefully, closely following the opponent's vehicle, and did not let go until the opponent slowed down and waved to him to stop. tone.

At this time, Sol's armpits were already soaked, but fortunately, the dark suit concealed his embarrassment.

"That's the office building. There's only one entrance. The warden's office is on the third floor. Remember, if you make a mistake, you will be responsible for the consequences." The jailer's smile on his face made Sol even more nervous .

He carried his own things and stood at the door of the building. He turned his head to look at the jailer who started to back up and leave, and then looked at the spectacular three-dimensional jungle around him. He felt as if he had entered the stomach of some kind of giant beast.

Sol took a deep breath. Of course he was nervous. As a low-level lawyer, he has been to many prisons, but this is undoubtedly the most abnormal one. …

Where are the damn prisoners and guards?From entering the door until now, the jailer who had just left was the only living person he had ever seen.

Those damned trees, damned plants, and the scary words of the jailer made Sol's heart beat faster. If it wasn't for the pressure Kang Orr put on himself, he would turn around and leave now.

Sol breathed a sigh of relief, and broke into the gloomy looking building in front of him. The air with too much oxygen was filled with the smell of rotten fibers, which made Sol couldn't help but think of the legend about the swamp monster.

The empty elevator shaft like a bottomless pit let Sol know that he can only go up the stairs. On the third floor, Sol whispered the address given to him by the jailer, and walked up the moss-covered stairs carefully, because those warnings , he didn't even dare to glance at the corridor leading to the second floor.

This caused Wade, who was standing in the doorway drinking coffee, to almost stop laughing. He gave a thumbs up to the deputy who just came back from the other side, and both of them showed smiles of successful mischief on their faces at the same time.

Of course, although the previous warning to Saul was just a joke of a bunch of idle prison guards, it was not in vain. Mikkelsen did build this prison according to the standards of a war fortress.

The existence of this three-dimensional jungle is not only for purifying the air.
Finally, Sol finally stood in front of the office door with the Warden's sign, and by this time his back was wet with sweat.

Sol mustered up his courage and knocked on the door, but the plant-covered door made no sound at all, but fortunately, the door opened directly, saving him embarrassment.

In the huge office of hundreds of square meters, Tang Ji stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, with his back to the gate. The plants outside the window had been opened to the sides, allowing sunlight to enter the office, making Tang Ji's shadow longer long.

Sol was very suspicious. Even if the door was made of metal, he had to hit the person inside with a copper hammer to hear the sound from such a long distance.

Poor Saul, as a lawyer, has been in more prisons than office buildings. This is the first time he has seen a real big man. He immediately regarded this ridiculously large office as a rich man's Hobbies used to show status.

However, in fact, this is just Mikkelsen's laziness to plan the interior of these abandoned buildings, and the number of staff in the central prison is really small, with an average of one floor per person.
"Um, Mr. Tangji, I am Con Orr's client no, fvck! I screwed up!" Saul Goodman tried to make himself very professional, but fortunately he let himself In a dominant position, but the moment Tang Ji turned around, he panicked.

"Sorry, I'm not quite used to face-to-face with people like you, you know, the kind" Saul Goodman, who felt that he had messed up his initial impression, calmed down and described in a tentative tone: " The relationship between mortals and demigods?"

"I wouldn't describe myself that way, but I did kill someone who had this kind of thinking." Tang Ji thought of the jealous bastard, and a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Demigod? Hehe"

"Great! Mr. Tang, since this is the case, you must still be willing to abide by the legal rules of the common people!" Saul Goodman had no intention of probing into the innermost thoughts of this demigod. He immediately took advantage of his profession, Follow the pole: "Today, I am representing my client, Mr. Kang Orr, to talk to you about the specific treatment of Mr. Kang Orr after joining the fbas bureau."

"Of course, besides this matter, I have some other businesses that I would like to discuss with you in detail." Saul Goodman said as he walked towards Tang Ji quickly: "I have about 150 superhumans in my hand , I hope to join the fbas bureau and work for you. In addition, there are 72 relatives of prisoners in your prison who have entrusted me to defend the commutation of sentences. I hope to meet with the clients."

As a mortal, in order to let his voice pass through clearly, he had to shout at the top of his voice. He was very worried that his tone would show some undesired emotions because of his voice, causing unnecessary casualties.