I give the world destruction and new life

Chapter 497 He is walking on the road.
"Thiago, where are we going for the second round?" The drunken man leaned on the golden convertible and asked his companion who was vomiting: "It's only five drinks? Did you get drunk recently? "

"Fuck you, I'm just in a hurry. Delman told us to go to the Tiger Stripe Bar on Cross Street for a while. Stop drinking. There's something troublesome over there. We have to check it out. Ugh!" The man who vomited was Marion, the small leader of the Valentino Gang, who had just taken office last month.

And the only reason he took office was that he was given a potion of the Blood of Greed and became superhuman with the help of the drug.

The Valentino gang has never been static. Under the leadership of Machete, the entire gang has been seeking change.

Trying to switch to white business, from black to white, is the decision made by Machete, now as the situation changes, it is also the decision of Machete to improve the status of the superhuman members in the gang, regaining the force again and go from white to black.

The two changes in completely opposite directions represented a loss of more than one billion federal coins, and the interests of many veterans in the gang were damaged, and gossip has been fermenting.

Of course, this was already two weeks ago. They were armed again, relying on the Blood of Greed potion, and a fully humanized action team completed a bloody internal cleansing. More than 150 Valentino gang members The high-level members were killed, and the atmosphere of the entire gang was instantly cleared.

Machete is a proven leader and he knows he has enough authority to do this, but then it's time for the Valentino Gang to change leaders, no one wants to work for a purging tyrant.

Guswarta is the next-generation leader he chose, but the Valentino gang is a large-scale force after all. He cannot designate an heir like Emperor Montezuma. Guswarta needs to rely on his own efforts to prove that he is qualified .

The only support that the scimitar can give to Guswarta is to make him the one who dispenses the Blood of Greed potion.

That precious potion represents the key to the new era for human beings, each of which is precious, and the Valentino gang has collected a total of To 92.

Except for forty of the action team, the rest are all in the hands of Guswota, and he will distribute this key to those rewarded street fighters.

The grantors of these potions became Guswarta's natural supporters and a new force within the Valentino Gang.

The man driving the car hummed a Latin American song, laughed at Marion, who was still looking down, and drove the car up to [-] mph on the streets of Night City.

"Slow down, don't drive too fast." Marion shook his head, the strong wind brought by the speed made him sober up a lot: "Don't be watched by the police, you might be busy tonight."

"Fuck! When did you even dare to provoke us with the traffic notice! It's all the fault of that damn law enforcer Tang!" The man driving the car complained, suddenly feeling chills all over his body, as if someone was staring at him from the sky.

The feeling of being watched was so strong that the man driving couldn't help but look up to the sky.

But there is nothing there but the neon light pollution of high-rise buildings.

"What the hell, is it going to rain?" The man driving shrank his neck, feeling his hairs stand on end.

"Shut up! You are not a superhuman, and you don't know what Tang Ji represents!" Marion scolded regardless of his brother's affection: "Do you know that without him, we would have been wiped out by the gang of new humans? Those superhumans can turn you into an obedient pet dog by moving their fingers, or make you die without knowing why!"

"You've only been a superhuman for a few days, and you're starting to speak for outsiders like that!" The man driving the car couldn't help but hide his jealousy in his heart: "So what if there is no Tang Ji? I still have a gun, and Brother! This is our territory!"

Marion just closed his eyes and said nothing, he knew that his brother would never change his mind until he saw the power of superhuman beings with his own eyes.

Fortunately, tonight is their 'lucky day', and the tiger stripe bar they are going to investigate has something to do with superhumans.

From the outside, Tiger Stripe Bar looks like other bars in Night City, with a huge and conspicuous glare signboard, and there are a few gang-style vehicles parked in a parking lot with only seven or eight parking spaces at the entrance.

The average person in Night City knows that it's best not to park your car in this kind of parking lot unless you want it to be a portable toilet for a bar.

The Tiger Stripe Bar is named the Tiger Stripe Bar because the owner of the bar, Alec, was scratched on the face in the early years, and the four scars running through the entire face look like being scratched by a tiger's claws.

This bar is located on the street at the junction of the Militia Gang and the Valentino Gang. Now that the Militia Gang has gone downhill, it is actually managed by the Valentino Gang.

Of course, when it comes to management, the Valentino gang no longer does the dirty work of collecting protection fees. They usually use this kind of private bar as a place to break up, and the gang supplies cheap drinks and addictive compounds. , illegal weapons, and provide some intermediary services.

The bosses are happy to see that they have a big-name gang on their heads, so they can save themselves from being harassed by small bums every day, while the Valentino gang can obtain stable income and good reputation through this channel, which is the best of both worlds.

The battles that really take place in the dark are all in the supply chain. Without enough force to guarantee, the trucks of the logistics company will always disappear in the wilderness.

But this time, the problem that Elek came up with was that he had a gang relationship, helped people to issue nine fake IDs, and dragged the gang relationship to help the group contact underground plastic surgeons, and changed the faces of four people.

Up to here, everything is normal, but three days later, the plastic surgeon was silenced, and the sharp-eyed younger brother saw that it was the customers introduced by Alek who did it, and they were all superhuman.

Of course, the death of the plastic surgeon has nothing to do with Alek who made the fake certificate. If there is joint responsibility for this kind of thing, let the Valentino gang simply compete for the position of the Night City government.

But this group of people are all superhumans, so they committed a taboo, especially in Night City, where matters related to superhumans are under the jurisdiction of the FBAS Bureau, and the Valentino gang must consider Tanguy's reaction.

Those superhuman criminals can successfully obtain their identity certificates, change their identities, and even change their faces. They are all related to Alec. He must give an explanation to the gang. This is the purpose of his coming here today.

Marion walked into the Tiger Stripe Bar alone. The area here is not too big. It can accommodate 40 to [-] people dancing and chatting in the venue. A few waiters shuttled through the crowd, delivering drinks and more serious goods. In front of the customers, it seems that the business is not bad.

Those guests knew at a glance that they had taken too many drugs, and their movements were either exaggerated or stiff when they danced.

The target he was looking for, Alek, the bar owner, was behind the bar, with a 'tiger' face raised from the drink table in front of him from time to time, scanning the guests in the bar, as if sizing up prey.

A few women who wanted to strike up a conversation for the sake of stimulation sat on the high chairs at the bar, looking eager to try, but Alec didn't even bother to respond with a look.

Marion had to admit that Alek was a very imposing man just by looking at his appearance. The scars on his face added at least ten years of street experience to him.

But Marion not only represents the Valentino gang at this time, but he is now a superhuman, and even without a gun in his pocket, he has enough confidence to speak in a deep voice like a big shot in an old gangster movie:" Alek, do you know why I'm here?"

Alek frowned, and the four scars squirmed together like bugs, bringing unspeakable pressure to the others.

He looked at the vest with the conspicuous color on Marion's body, and the pendant on his neck representing Santa Muerte, and asked, "Did I get into any trouble?"

"The fake identity certificates you helped to handle last week, where did those people come from, and what does it have to do with you?" Marion sat on the bar, flipped his coat, revealing the prelude revolver with pattern engraving, those few came out The hunting woman immediately stayed away from this land of right and wrong.

"A customer introduced by a homeless friend outside, the price is very high, what's the matter? The Valentino gang now even has to investigate such things clearly?" Alek frowned, looking as if It's like having no idea what happened.

If Marion wasn't a superhuman, he probably would have believed it.

His clairvoyant eyes clearly saw that in the back kitchen of the Tiger Stripe Bar, nine people were eating, and a travel bag full of cash was thrown on the ground, as if no one cared.

Marion's ability is clairvoyance, but it only takes effect within a range of ten meters, and it takes a while to prepare. The conversation just now is to save this time.

Of course, he can complete the entire reconnaissance work outside the bar through the outer wall, but that is too inferior after all, and it does not fit his current status, not to mention that there is a brother who has been with him since he was a child and is watching in the car. , if he's sneaking around bars like a punk, it's a shame
But Marion regretted it now, he was too big, the relationship between that group of people and Alek was obviously not as simple as a middleman at all, maybe Alek was the leader of this group, a total of nine superhumans, Plus a local snake, enough to support a small gang was born.

"What are you looking at?" Alek looked at Marion with a half-smile, then looked back at the wall, and said to Marion, "Did someone tell you that when you use your abilities, your pupils will deform?"

"Huh?" Marion pretended to be puzzled, he had already kicked off the bar, and fell backwards, the prelude in his hand was clattered.

However, no bullet was fired, Marion fell to the ground like a clown, and the music in the bar stopped at some point, and almost all the guests looked at him straight.

The reason why I say almost is because there are still a few guests who don't know the situation, such as the few women who came out to hunt for sex just now, and the few white-collar workers who knew at a glance that they don't often come to this kind of place. Looking around, a little afraid of the sudden silence.

Marion looked at the gate of the bar, which was only a dozen meters away, and a trace of despair flashed in his eyes. The occurrence of such a low-probability event as the prelude getting stuck is definitely not as simple as an accident.

And those guests who didn't look normal before now seem to be someone's puppets. Marion observed those guests in a blink of an eye, and a guest who had been standing in the dark was now standing under the light, pale. With dark cheeks and dull eyes, it looks like a group performer who just came out of the set of "The Walking Dead".

The first person to break the deadlock was the woman who planned to hook up with Alec. The next target she had chosen before was turning her head 180 degrees to look at Marion.

"It's a pity, I wanted to hide it for a few more days." Alek smiled like a real tiger at this time, the scar on his face glowed red: "Is the machete okay? Has he forgotten me? Forget the scar on my face?"

"Do you want to make enemies with us!" Marion turned over, stood up and looked at Alek and asked loudly: "You killed so many people, and the agents of the FBAS Bureau will come to your door!"

"So what if they're here? That bastard Tang Ji restrained our thoughts and restricted our freedom. Are we just going to watch this happen?" Alek said as he forcefully opened the door leading to the kitchen. the gate.

A few grinning superhumans came out from inside, and asked Alek with a smile, "Is it open again? I'm afraid your store won't be open for a few days."

"After finishing this vote tonight, we should withdraw." Alek shrugged and pointed to Marion: "The local gangs are not very polite, so I will leave it to you."

Marion looked left and right, looked at the group of guests who had died long ago, and then at the superhumans who came out of it. Thinking of the vision that happened to his brother in the car before, Fulin asked loudly : "If you do this, you are not afraid that the enforcer Tang will know!"

"Who?" The leading superhuman asked back: "What can he do if he knows, we will have left Night City long ago!"

"Everyone in Night City is sick. I can even hear the name Tang Ji. If you want me to say it, I should give him a hard time! Fuck Tang Ji! Fuck the FBAS bureau !" That superhuman shouted so loudly, and then was lit by a gray-black flame from the inside out.

The flame was so fierce that the first person who fell didn't make any sound. The gray-black flame seemed to be spiritual, and soon ignited two other superhumans, including the bar owner, Alec.

Everything happened so quickly that Marion didn't react at all, but immediately, the first thing Marion did was to kneel on the ground, looking up at the gray-black flame, eyes full of worship
　PS: I feel alive

　　
　
(End of this chapter)