I give the world destruction and new life

Chapter 556 Meeting Old Colleagues

In the early morning, when the first ray of sunlight hit this building that could barely be called a house, Tanguy was already standing at the window overlooking the city.

His need for sleep does not depend on physical needs, but more of a spiritual need.

If he had time, Tang Ji would sleep for a few hours while humans were sleeping. Although in the sleeping state, Tang Ji had a clear picture of the situation in several nearby streets, and even sensed the rats walking in the sewer under the building. .

But Tanguy still felt that he needed to sleep, just as he felt that he still needed to eat.

On the street yesterday, the supplies package distributed by the soldiers was quite rich. The items in it were placed according to the army ration, including thick soup powder, coffee, chocolate, compressed biscuits, luncheon meat, instant steak, etc., which weighed a full five kilograms, which was enough An ordinary family of three eats for two days.

He looked at the production date on the luncheon meat, and it turned out that it was written in 1972. With Tang Ji's poor historical knowledge, he didn't even know the historical background of this can, but it was obvious that this canned luncheon meat was mass-produced in that era. It has been produced so that it has not been eaten until now.

Under Tang Ji's restraint, the black flame of hatred, like an ordinary natural gas flame, burned gently under the kettle, boiling a pot of water.

Tang Ji made a cup of thick soup and a cup of coffee with boiling water. He took a sip of the soup made from thick soup powder, rinsed it in his mouth, spit it on the ground, and picked up the coffee silently.

Very well, that thing belongs to the nice gentleman.

Holding the coffee, Tang Ji picked up the head with half of the shoulders on the table, and frowned. As the homework of the scarlet disciples, this thing was too rough to be seen.

The black flame of hatred, like the most docile pet, enveloped the stump according to Tang Ji's will, and would burn all the flesh and blood in a blink of an eye, leaving only the bones.

Without the connection of flesh and fascia, the bare skull and the underlying bones were easily separated.

Tang Ji didn't feel much about the change in the color of the flame of hatred. Since the eruption of the moon, his flame of hatred gradually began to change to black, and the color became blacker and blacker.

He played with the cleaned skull in his hand, his expression was a little dignified, because the actual situation of this player will determine the future direction of human wars.

Should we continue to delay time and let Tang Ji create more scarlet disciples, or one day, stage a show of destruction according to Mikkelsen's doomsday script?

Even Tang Ji felt a little nervous at this moment, he was even a little strange to this feeling, when was the last time he felt nervous?
As for the instigator of the whole incident, Mr. Rickard was sleeping in the room that used to be the bathroom at this time. After waking up in the middle of the night, he vomited because of his own cruelty, and Tang Ji had to throw him away. Into the bathroom to reflect.

As Tang Ji's spiritual successor, his cowardice has always made Tang Ji doubt how he was qualified to be selected as the scarlet disciple in the first place.

If there are no superhumans and players in this world, people like Tangy and Rickard may never have any intersection.

They are not the same kind of people by nature, they don't live in the same world, the only reason for them to meet is that Rickard came to Night City for a tour, and he was robbed, mutilated, or shot, Tang Ji was responsible for dealing with him case.

And whether this kind of case can be solved in Night City depends entirely on how many ribs Tang Ji is willing to break. Generally speaking, as long as he hits hard enough and breaks enough bones, he can always get a result.

He still remembers his third partner, a bastard who turned from a corporate mercenary and returned to his hometown to find a stable job. He was a complete bastard, and his temper was especially against Tang Ji. Less bones.

They are the same unscrupulous, the same hatred, the same tough bones, don't know what compromise is, it seems that there is strong fuel in their blood, they are tireless, they will advance and never retreat.

At that time, there were no street gangs in Night City that they dared not break into, but suddenly one day, that bastard died in a car accident.

Tanguy spent a week, broke many bones and smashed teeth, before finally confirming that his partner died of drunk driving and had nothing to do with others.

He still remembered that he was depressed for a long time, as if he had lost a relative, but now when Tang Ji recalled carefully, he couldn't even remember the name of that bastard.
what is his name?Was he a corporate mercenary before, or did he come from some other department?Tang Ji stared at the skull in his hand, and suddenly realized that he had begun to forget those days.

Fighting rage is another desperate battle, and Tanguy has to give something, and the memory of the past is one of them.

It's just that the memories that were burned were all those old photos that seemed to be treasured under the box, which made it almost impossible to notice.

Did that person really exist?Did those things really happen?The days of wearing body armor and beating street fighters with fists in the rain of bullets every day seem to have happened in a previous life.

Tang Ji snapped a small diamond-shaped square between the brows of the skull with his fingers, hesitated for a moment, and didn't put it on his necklace.

There is no result yet, so this cannot be counted.

In the bathroom, Rickard stretched his waist. The enhanced body made him not need to bear the soreness that ordinary people feel after sleeping on the cold floor for several hours, but he accidentally grabbed a big handful of his own vomit Things are still unforgettable for Rickard.

In the first half of his life, he had hardly been in such a mess, but now it seems that he has completely taken a different path in the days to come.

Rickard moved his bones and walked out of the bathroom. He saw Tang Ji sitting in the sun and playing with his skull. The sun cast his shadow on the ground, stretching it very long, as if there was no end to it.

When he thought that he had torn that skull from a dead body, Rickard felt nauseated again.

"From now on, if something comes out of your mouth again, you can eat it as it came out." Tang Ji's voice was still not warm, and there was a sense of distance.

Rickard nodded with difficulty, he is actually not that disgusting now, after all, strictly speaking, he is not a novice.

He has nearly forty lives in his hands, but Rickard is used to handling things more gently, and he is more used to meeting to confirm his identity, and ending the grievances with a single shot in the head.

But obviously, Tang Ji prefers death with a punitive nature, and the process is often accompanied by fear.

"Where are we going today?" Rika asked proactively. After killing two players, he suddenly became less nervous in front of Tang Ji.

"Go and meet my old colleague." Tang Ji looked at the time and decided to visit Mitch Shepard who founded the railway organization today.

Tang Ji's impression of her was limited to the few times when she was forced to participate in the press conference, because the number of casualties should not be less than [-] people in press conferences where Tang Ji must be present.

It is not difficult to find the clues of the railway organization in the special zone, but the difficulty is to uncover the clues left by them.

The railway organization will post declarations and LOGOs related to itself in various corners. On the one hand, it is to expand its influence, and on the other hand, it is also to prove that it is still there and has not been eliminated by the players.

But for Tang Ji, it seemed much easier to find the personnel of these railway organizations.

He had only been on the street for a few minutes when he 'saw' a group of furtive figures carrying weapons, distributing leaflets in a nearby corner.

Instead of handing out leaflets directly to someone, they randomly throw them around unoccupied, unused shops.

Tang Ji followed them with Rickard for a while, and found that this group of people was not a mob, and they had a tacit understanding with each other.

There were seven people in total, divided into three groups at the front, middle and back, with an interval of nearly 40 meters. They looked like ordinary SAR citizens who went out to seek work and food.

But in fact, these people have been taking care of each other. Each time, only one person will enter the closed room, leave leaflets and leave. The other team member will protect the door from the wind. The next orange mark.

Not long after these people left, ordinary people from the neighborhood entered the room to look for the leaflets left by the railway, or could it be called the Railway Daily?

Tang Ji held a leaflet like this in his hand. On the top was written how many people their railway organization had successfully sent out of the special zone. In the middle was what is worth noting in the special zone recently. People, which areas have not been peaceful recently and need to avoid Open, where can someone provide relatively low-priced supplies.

On the lower side, there is a list of the deceased who died recently. The railway organization wrote an obituary in its own way, and wrote their names one by one.

Tang Ji glanced at it. Yesterday, 45 people with names and surnames were registered in this column by the railway organization in the special zone. Most of them were marked as dead by players, and some died of diseases. , the house collapsed.

As for the end of the leaflet, some slogans were written, telling people not to give up hope, the railway organization has been working hard, and the SAR people will one day usher in freedom.

The A4 leaflet is densely written without any waste, and a simple map of the nearby neighborhoods is printed on the back, which is full of practicability and readability.

But Tang Ji can't actually do this kind of tracking work now. Before he finished walking a street, the seven members of the railway organization in front discovered Tang Ji and the others.

It wasn't because the stalking behavior was discovered, Tang Ji was far enough away from those people, the reason why he was discovered was because Rickard was considered a celebrity now, and his behavior of killing the player last night was noticed.

Members of the railway organization who were in charge of observing on the rooftops of nearby buildings found Rickard on this street, and immediately asked the peripheral members who handed out leaflets in the street to leave, because the player's revenge is very fast, and anyone who attacks them must will be retaliated against.

But it was still a step too late. In the next second, an off-road vehicle full of players flicked into the corner with a violent attitude, and rushed into the street.

There are a full eight players sitting in the car, and they are loaded with live ammunition, and each has a gun in his hand.

Tang Ji took a step back, leaned against the wall, and gave Rickard, who was 20 meters away behind him, a performance time, seeming a little uninterested.

Judging from the reactions of the players, it seems that the players killed by Rickard did not cause any sensation, and these players are still so unscrupulous.

But then, the player who just jumped out of the jeep started the car at a faster speed than when he came, and disappeared around the corner with one kick of the accelerator, leaving people dumbfounded.

The moment they parked their car, players in Roseville received a new system notification that the game version was about to be updated, requiring all players to bring their bodies back to the body storage center and prepare to go offline.

Anyone who fails to send the body to the body storage center within the specified time will be considered dead, and will be randomly assigned to a new body the next time they enter the game room.

So these players didn't dare to delay for a minute, they already knew the preciousness of the superhuman body, and they didn't dare to neglect in the slightest.

Maybe it's because the distance is close enough, maybe it's because Tang Ji's system was originally from the pioneers, and he actually received the relevant system prompts, but there are a lot of garbled characters in the middle, and he can't understand the specific meaning at all.

Even so, this is good news, which means that Rickard has at least played some role, making the players blow their hair.

It's just that I don't know the specific situation of those two players.
"Shepard, there is a naturalized insider saying that the players are going to leave this world temporarily." Shaval Ortega's voice sounded from the other end of the intercom: "Do you want to do something big?"

"You mean, sneak attack on the body warehouse?" Mitch, Shepard looked more capable, and the lines on the exposed arms looked very strong.

"If we succeed, we can temporarily prevent players from coming back." Shaval Ortega's voice was a little excited: "We have been preparing together for so long, isn't it just for the opportunity to express our attitude?"

But Shepard still felt that it was a bit too coincidental. Two players were attacked last night, and this kind of good news came today?
In the special zone, the attacks on players have never stopped. Even the railway organization she led killed more than a dozen players.

However, the players were planning to temporarily leave this world collectively, but it never happened.
Is this a conspiracy?Or new ideas from players?It's not that this kind of thing has never happened before. Those players seem to have infinite ideas in their minds.

"Wait first, I need to go and see for myself to be sure." Shepard finally decided: "Everyone stands still and waits for my news."

Shepard randomly picked out a peaked cap, put on a light bulletproof vest, and walked out of her hiding place with a rumored jacket. She had more than a dozen similar hiding places in the special zone.

These hideouts were all randomly selected. For safety, even the high-level members of the railway organization do not know each other's locations.

However, Shepard, who had just left the house, turned a corner and bumped into a familiar figure head-on
(End of this chapter)