It was a brand new day, starting with the bright sunshine. Tang Ji had not slept so soundly for a while. He had long expected that these vicious-looking bastards were not so strong on the inside.
Maybe eventually, under the pressure of money, fame and outside pressure, these guys in prison will turn into real beasts, but that will take a process.
It's a very long process, and most of the cowards don't even have time to prove themselves before they are torn apart by real beasts.
Last night, two brave men who dared to challenge fate used their own corpses to prove that this man named Tang Ji always slept with one eye open.
Tang Ji stretched out and walked into the bathroom to wash up. This place was much more luxurious than the place where he lived before. Even hot water was available 24 hours a day. He was becoming more and more satisfied.
The corpses piled in a corner were covered with white cloth. Tang Ji frowned and threw the soap in the face of the inmate in the opposite cell: "Hey! Who is in charge of collecting the corpses? You? Or the prison guard?"
The cell opposite contained a strong man with an afro, but after a night of torture, he was already visibly haggard.
He opened his mouth but didn't say anything. With his eight years of experience in prison, he really couldn't answer this question.
Fortunately, the prison guard returned and the man with the afro was freed.
"Everyone, stand at attention!" The prison guards walked through the gate into Area C one by one, but apparently no one among the prisoners here, including Tang Ji, obeyed their orders.
The VIPs on the second floor have not yet gotten up, while the serious criminals on the first floor have not yet adapted to the new laws of the jungle, and are still doing mental construction at this time.
The only beast was leaning against the railing, wiping his hair with a towel, and lazily asked: "What time is breakfast? While I'm eating, you guys clean up the garbage here. I need a toothbrush and new sheets."
When the prison guards saw the hands and feet leaking out from under the old sheets and the corpses piled more than half a meter high, they immediately sounded the alarm and exited Area C with nervous expressions on their faces.
Tang Ji shrugged, returned to the bathroom, rinsed his mouth, and began to use Deglin's fitness equipment to move his body. His physical condition was getting a little better than yesterday almost every day. If he did not exercise for a long time, his control ability would decrease.
As Deglin can testify, he had just died.
A few minutes later, Warden Munstein returned to Area C with the prison guards armed with live ammunition. He stood outside the iron gate and looked at Tang Ji with blazing eyes.
A few people were killed or injured, which was not a problem to him at all, especially since these were all gang members who died because of their own internal problems. No one would hold them accountable, and no one would ask for compensation.
As long as the hands and tail are handled cleanly, no one will even care about this matter. What Munstein really cares about is Tang Ji, who obviously ignored his authority.
Maybe Tang Ji is a famous figure outside, but in this prison, Munstein cannot tolerate anyone provoking him like this.
This not only shakes his authority, but also questions his ability in front of shareholders.
At this time, Ben Bieber, one of the major shareholders, also completed the sanitation work under the service of the servants. He was standing behind the fence on the second floor and looking at Tang Ji with a frown. The other party looked almost radiant.
"Didn't I say don't let him sleep?" Els Benbieber asked with some dissatisfaction.
"Two more people died last night. No one wants to stand out anymore. Maybe we should let the people in Area AB consume his energy first." The bodyguard responsible for protecting Ben Bieber looked bitter.
The first person to die last night originally planned to give him a hard blow after Tang Ji fell asleep, but as soon as he opened the door, his skull was shattered by the crystal ashtray thrown out by Tang Ji.
The other one, under the arrangement of the bodyguards, planned to disturb Tang Ji by making noise so that he could not rest, but as soon as he made some noise, Tang Ji locked the target.
He broke the door lock of his cell, pressed the notoriously cruel serial murderer into the toilet, and flushed him continuously. In the end, no one could tell whether he was drowned or pressed to death. of.
Most of the murderer's face was pressed into the U-shaped pipe of the toilet. No one thought or dared to help him collect his body.
Even the bodyguard's steps were much lighter when he returned to the second floor. If he really wanted to persuade his boss to give up this plan, he would either give Tang Ji a shot or leave here quickly.
"You'd better keep quiet from now on, Mr. Tanguy, otherwise my people may become nervous." Under the protection of eight armed prison guards, Warden Munstein walked into Area C and stood a few feet away from Tanguy. Talking twenty meters away from the cell.
Tang Ji raised his hands symbolically and continued his training.
Munstein raised his head and glanced at Ben Bieber on the second floor, and used his finger to make a gun and pointed at Tangji, but Ben Bieber hesitated for a few seconds and shook his head.
"You are lucky." Warden Munstein looked away from Tang Ji and said to his subordinates: "Send all the injured who accidentally slipped last night to the infirmary. Doctor Paddington will take good care of them. ."
Although everyone knew that the people piled in Tang Ji's cell were dead long ago, the warden said that they were the wounded who accidentally slipped and fell, and they were the wounded.
The prison guards with guns cautiously approached Tang Ji's cell. More than half of these people came to work after the prison was expanded. They had never experienced any big scenes. Just a few corpses and the bulging muscles on Tang Ji's body were enough to make people feel... Their fingers are cramping.
"All prisoners! Let's go out to eat!" The warden was too lazy to waste time by naming names. Strictly speaking, Area C is no longer even within his jurisdiction.
All the prisoners who can live in Area C are "excellent employees" of major gangs. They are either here for vacation or to visit the Gilded House, just to go through the motions.
Tang Ji threw the barbell to the ground with a clang. The sound frightened a prison guard into accidentally pulling the trigger.
The prison guards are equipped with shotguns that use reduced charge. The bullets are weak and the initial speed is slow. Tang Ji's combat status has always been kept at the optimal state. Recently, he has awakened his furious identity. He is already excellent. Dynamic vision is enough to allow him to dodge the muzzle of ordinary people at close range.
From the moment those prison guards began to approach his cell, he could hear their nervous heartbeats. When someone pulled the trigger, Tang Ji not only had enough time to step back and dodge most of the projectiles, but also had enough time to step back and avoid most of the projectiles.
With the remaining energy, he stretched out his prosthetic leg and pulled it in the air, knocking many projectiles away.
In the eyes of others, they only saw the prison guard firing a shot at Tang Ji, and Tang Ji swept the bullet away!
The flash of light produced by the projectile hitting the metal prosthetic limb flashed by, but it was enough to make those who saw clearly stunned.
Superhuman? That law enforcer Tang is also an awakened person?
Warden Munstein's expression changed, he silently took a step back, turned around and left Area C, leaving only the armed prison guards looking at each other.
In terms of combat power, their combined strength could only defeat two or three serious criminals in Area C. Without the deterrent of firearms, they really didn't know how they could threaten Tang Ji.
"Get out!" Tang Ji's order was like an imperial edict that relieved the prison guards: "Tell the kitchen that I want French food in the morning."
Before he was imprisoned, Tang Ji heard that those bastards living on the second floor had renovated the prison cafeteria. It not only had an elegant dining environment, but also a Michelin-level chef team.
Of course, not all prisoners can enjoy this kind of treatment. Most prisoners are still the same as before, and their daily meals are the cheapest synthetic nutritional paste.
"You, take me to the cafeteria." Tang Ji pointed at the afro across from him. His hairstyle was so eye-catching that it was impossible not to notice it.
And in a place like prison, being able to maintain your hairstyle proves your status in itself.
Tang Ji needs a guide to understand this prison. He needs to know who can be killed directly and who can break a few bones to make him remember.
The expression on the afro's face was as if his mother had just died in the morning, but he didn't dare to refuse. The last guy was an ungrateful guy, and now his head is still stuck in the toilet.
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"My name is Mozak, you can call me a painter." Afro communicated to Tang Ji cautiously: "I am not a native of Night City, nor am I a member of a gang. I have nothing to do with this!"
"How did you get in?" Tang Ji sat in the best seat of the public restaurant and looked at the environment here.
The decoration here is similar to that of an ordinary fast food restaurant. Each food stall is blocked by tempered glass, leaving only a small space for the prisoner to insert the paper plate.
The person behind the stall who is responsible for serving food is also a prisoner. He has fierce eyes and distributes food to his fellow humans based entirely on his mood. Those who are thin and have frightened expressions on their faces can only get one-third of the amount.
The prison guards turned a blind eye to this, and just looked at the entire restaurant with guns indifferently to ensure that there would be no riot here.
There were a lot of prison guards today, and all their eyes were focused on Tang Ji.
"Making and selling counterfeit currency. When I was arrested, I injured two law enforcement officers." The painter said cautiously, fearing that the person opposite would break his neck if he was unhappy.
"Young man, you can't live in Area C with these charges." Tang Ji looked at the prisoners passing by and kept looking at him. He knew that these people were plotting against him, and he was somewhat looking forward to it.
"I am a special recruit. I live in Area B right now." The painter smiled bitterly, not knowing whether he was lucky or unlucky: "Some big shot took a fancy to my skills. My skills in counterfeiting coins are really good. I was caught completely.
It’s because all my teammates are pigs!”
"Relax, if you didn't lie, you don't have to worry about losing your life one day." Tang Ji glanced at the painter's slender fingers relative to the palm of his hand: "I will break your fingers at most."
The painter swallowed his saliva and stared at his fingers, his face turned a little pale, but his spirit that had been suffering all night felt strangely relaxed.
After seeing so many deaths in one night, it seems that losing a few fingers is not unacceptable.
There was an eerie silence in the public cafeteria. Everyone wanted to kill Tang Ji, but they didn't know who would be the winner. In this place, the winner often doesn't gain much advantage.
And Tang Ji himself knew this. His eyes were like selecting prey, scanning the faces of the scum in turn.
"What crime did that guy with tattoos on his head and no hair come from?" Tang Ji found a target that looked suitable for surgery and asked the painter.
"I remember that he was charged with second-degree murder. He hit and killed a passerby while robbing a store and escaping." The painter thought carefully for a while before confirming.
The bald man who was targeted by Tang Ji, after being reminded by his companion, turned around angrily and made a gesture of slitting his throat towards Tang Ji.
He felt that it was humiliating that he was the first to be targeted by Tang Ji, which proved that he was the one who seemed to be the easiest to deal with among these people.
The ridicule from his companions and the joking looks from the people around him made the bald man furious. He quietly took a sharpened spoon from his companion and stood up suddenly.
But faster than him was a group of strong men with ponytails and big beards on the other side of the restaurant. They were a speeding gang in the suburbs of Night City. They were quite powerful and had always looked down upon the street power in the city.
This time they plan to kill Tang Ji to prove that the street forces in Night City are all weak and weak cowards.
"Those are the members of the Luan Dao Society. As long as they are paid, they will do anything." The painter introduced the group of people knowingly: "Of course, they can't be idle without money. They ransack gas stations, rob passers-by, help transport contraband, and so on.
All is fine, but there will definitely be beating, smashing, looting and burning.”
Tang Ji nodded, it is a very suitable appetizer.
There are four people in the small gang of the Luan Dao Society, with an average weight of more than 180. They look very tough, but Tang Ji doesn't care at all, they don't even have any decent weapons.
Just now Tang Ji noticed that many small groups around him were taking the opportunity to have meals to exchange weapons with each other. There were at least twenty homemade weapons that could kill people in the cafeteria, as well as three or four edged daggers.
As for the Rando Club, they only have fists.
Tang Jidu began to pity them. Not only were they ostracized by other forces in the prison, but they were also maliciously sent out as sacrifices.
Tang Ji reluctantly accepted this sacrifice.
Tang Ji took the initiative to stand up. This action made all the prisoners in the cafeteria nervous. It was obvious that many of them were still a little afraid of him.
Everyone in the Luandao Club quickened their pace. They thought Tang Ji was going to escape. Along the way, a member of the Tiger Claws wanted to stand up, but was pinned down by his companions.
The next second he knew that his attempt to help was unnecessary. Luandaoji, who was closest to Tang Ji, was punched in the face by Tang Ji. He fell to the ground without even saying a word.
Tang Ji took the initiative to stand up. This action made all the prisoners in the cafeteria nervous. It was obvious that many of them were still a little afraid of him.
Everyone in the Luandao Club quickened their pace. They thought Tang Ji was going to escape. Along the way, a member of the Tiger Claws wanted to stand up, but was pinned down by his companions.
The next second he knew that his attempt to help was unnecessary. Luandaoji, who was closest to Tang Ji, was punched in the face by Tang Ji. He fell to the ground without even saying a word.
Tang Ji took the initiative to stand up. This action made all the prisoners in the cafeteria nervous. It was obvious that many of them were still a little afraid of him.
Everyone in the Luandao Club quickened their pace. They thought Tang Ji was going to escape. Along the way, a member of the Tiger Claws wanted to stand up, but was pinned down by his companions.
The next second he knew that his attempt to help was unnecessary. Luandaoji, who was closest to Tang Ji, was punched in the face by Tang Ji. He fell to the ground without even saying a word.