As the two people fell down, one after the other, Tang Ji finally made some room for himself. He straightened his collar, looked around, and picked up the screwdriver from the ground that had been ground into a weapon.
Under everyone's surprised gazes, he used a screwdriver to end the pain of the Egg-Smashing Man. He started too quickly, and with his steady and ruthless words, the Egg-Smashing Man lost his voice in an instant.
The painter opened his mouth. He had seen Tang Ji's ruthlessness yesterday, but he was still frightened by this scene.
The prisoners surrounding Tang Ji were all horrified. This was not the first time they had witnessed death. Some of them even had lives in their hands, but this was definitely the most sudden one.
Subconsciously, they put themselves on the side of the perpetrator, but reality told them coldly that this time they were wrong.
In just one second, the screwdriver disappeared from the little man's eyes. There was no scream, no blood-soaked punch, but only the efficiency of doing business.
The people of the Luan Dao Club kept moving back, for fear of being noticed by Tang Ji.
"Do you know me?" Tang Ji sat on the table and looked around everyone. Until now, the prisoners on the periphery had not realized that the script they had originally planned had deviated from the course. Even the prison guards did not realize that there were already two people. The individual died quietly.
"I have been a law enforcement officer for a long time, and I have arrested many of you more than once." Tang Ji seemed to be telling a story: "Then I encountered some tragedies, and I was lost. There were too many good people, and I was not The people who should leave have left, but you are still here, like a pile of garbage, living well."
"Damn you!" The prisoners on the outside threw their plates at Tang Ji: "I'm not here to listen to stories. If the people inside don't do anything, just get out of my way!"
The prisoner next to Tang Ji was like a child who had made a mistake. He stood there obediently and looked at Tang Ji. It was not until Tang Ji nodded that he made way for the prisoner.
The young prisoner, who seemed to be less than twenty years old, was a little nervous by the reaction of the people inside, but he looked at the knife in his hand and then at Tang Ji, and still mustered up the courage to rush over.
Bang!
Tang Ji just opened his palm, predicted the prisoner's direction, and let him hit his palm.
His height and wingspan completely overwhelmed the opponent, which made the opponent unable to touch Tang Ji with his weapon despite all his strength.
"Savage Doyle, I remember you." Tang Ji's tone made the painter feel like he wanted to pee: "You were sent to jail for the first time when you were sixteen, for robbery."
"That's right! It's me! You bastard, you destroyed me!" Savage shouted crazily.
"Do you still remember that lady who had her legs broken by a car because she was chasing you?" Tang Ji lifted Savage up with one hand and he could only moan in mid-air with a little force of his fingers. Whining sound.
"She is chasing you because there is a photo of her late mother in the bag, and all you want is less than 300 yuan in cash." Tang Ji looked at this young man who was only twenty years old indifferently: " You were underage at that time and were only sentenced to fifteen days of detention. I still remember your smile during the trial, you were laughing at the victim and all of us."
"Three days after you were released, you were sentenced to a juvenile detention center for stealing. I don't know what you learned there, but it must be very suitable for your dirty soul." Tang Ji gradually tightened his fingers. At this time, Savi
Qi could only helplessly try to touch the ground with his toes. He could hardly breathe.
"The third time, you finally did something big. You robbed a supermarket with a gun, but accidentally killed a clerk because the gun went off. Your accomplices left you there to take the blame." Tang Ji shook his head: "Your life has been such a failure, but you still have illusions.
I hope that one day I can become a big shot."
"I have wanted to do this a long time ago, but my status as a law enforcer restrains me. Angelina...she doesn't want to see me do this either." Tang Ji threw Savage to the ground like a toy.
, watching him greedily breathe the air.
"You are like a parasite, sucking nutrients from this world, smearing your shit on the wall, disgusting everyone who sees you." Tang Ji kicked away the dagger he dropped on the ground and grabbed his feet.
He lifted the thin young man up by his wrist and said: "Some people say that I am the embodiment of rage. I think she is right. For people like you, my anger is like an eternal flame that burns all day long."
"Hahaha! So what? I'll be out in a few months! And you don't know if you can survive until..." Savage's laughter stopped in the summer, and his head and feet were finally shaking.
I saw the two corpses.
"I've known for a long time that some people don't deserve a second chance. You are born like this." Tang Ji, like a sledgehammer, swung Savage, who was less than 60 kilograms, over his head, and then smashed him hard.
Come down.
Poof!
Savage's head hit the corner of the dining table halfway, exploding like a ripe watermelon, and the red and white mixture splashed into the faces of the people around him.
The body that continued to trend was smashed to the ground, and most of its chest collapsed.
"Ah!!!" the vicious prisoner who was nearest shouted out in a soprano voice, and his whole body softened.
The piercing siren sounded again, and the prison guards finally responded. They were originally ordered to pretend that if violence against Tang Ji occurred, they would ignore it, but now the situation seems to be completely opposite.
"Let's go here today. We have a lot of time. When I come again, we will continue." Tang Ji took a glass of water from a prisoner and drank it in one gulp: "If the law cannot make you repent, think more about me.
I am your eternal nightmare."
"I will appear in your hiding spots, at home, in the car, when you are eating, relaxing, and going to the toilet." Tang Ji's eyes made all the prisoners lower their heads: "Not even in prison.
It’s your hiding place again, you have nowhere to hide.”
"Remember me, never forget me." Tang Ji did not resist and was escorted out of the cafeteria by the prison guards. Before leaving, he said one last thing: "This sentence is for those who can get out alive."
"He's crazy." In the control room, Warden Munstein said to Ben Biber: "He is a dangerous person. I insist that it is best for us to kill him as soon as possible."
"No, he's not crazy." Ben Bieber frowned and looked at the replay screen. Tang Ji's unbridled madness made him breathless across the screen: "He just doesn't care anymore, he's detached."
"What is transcendence?" the warden asked in confusion.
"He has transcended the shackles of the world. When he comes out of the solitary room, transfer him to Area D." Ben Bieber said hurriedly and left in a hurry.
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Darkness, endless darkness, this was the third day that Tang Ji was locked up in the solitary room. Not only was there no light, but there was also no sound. The spiky sponge allowed him to even hear the echo of his heartbeat.
Tang Ji sat cross-legged in the center of the solitary room, like an old monk in meditation. He kept reviewing what happened to him in his mind.
Ever since he met the first player, Michael V. Michael, his world has been disrupted. There are endless superhuman beings, superhuman organizations, players, and anti-player organizations.
The first is Losas, which is the most recent vest for players. Tang Ji has now determined that Losas is not the only vest used by those players.
The Prophet also has three organizations that are suspected to be established by players, but they are not as pure as Losas, and all their members are players.
Each organization has its own mission. Some are secretly collecting supplies, some are guiding the world structure, and some are controlling the emergence of superhuman beings behind the scenes.
Losas's mission is undoubtedly the most important, but Tang Ji can't guess their ultimate goal. Apart from detonating a nuclear bomb in Night City, their only value is to join the superhuman rights movement on a global scale.
Got a fire.
But even without the fire of the Losas organization, as the number of superhumans increases, the situation will develop to the current point sooner or later.
At Tang Ji's level, he could only infer that the appearance of Losas meant that those players were anxious and wanted to speed up the evolution of the world order.
There is also the prophet, the Seven Deadly Sins. If what the prophet said is true, Tang Ji doesn’t even know which future is more terrifying. Is the Seven Deadly Sins dominating the world more despairing, or is it more terrifying for a demon named Player to live next to him?
What should I do? How should I fight against such a future? Tang Ji stared into the void, Angelina's smile and Tang Anran's fleshy little face appeared alternately in the darkness.
With their company, the confinement room was meaningless to Tang Ji.
But outside, the pressure on Warden Munstein is increasing day by day. The prison is not an island isolated from the world. It is full of talented people.
Because of Tang Ji's imprisonment, many media reporters tried their best to get the latest news from the prison. Obviously, the unscrupulous people in Night City had great "expectations" for Tang Ji's thorns.
Since the VIPs in Area C installed a wireless network in the prison, those prisoners who are a little smart and capable have been trying their best to install network equipment in the prison.
Who doesn’t want to see the outside world? Who doesn’t want to see more female anchors wearing short skirts and exposing their thighs in this prison of excessive male hormones?
It's just that the appearance of Tang Ji changed the atmosphere of the prisoners in Area AB.
In the past, when they communicated with the outside world, they would contact acquaintances to bring goods in, or brag to each other, but now most prisoners are trying to find connections from the outside to get themselves out.
It doesn't matter if you are on parole, hospitalized due to illness, hospitalized due to injury, or even transferred to prison, as long as you don't stay here!
"Are you sure, buddy?" A strong white man looked at his roommate, who was using a fork-modified weapon to mark his legs: "The Zams in Area A missed the mark by two centimeters, piercing the artery, and almost died.
There was no rescue!"
Because of the words of the strong white man, the prisoner who planned to self-mutilate and seek medical parole became even more nervous. Beads of sweat as big as soybeans kept dripping. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and threw the weapon on the ground: "He won't be able to get out for a while anyway.
Right?"
The two looked at each other with expressions on their faces as if their biological father had died.
In a cell on the other side of the corridor, the atmosphere was much more relaxed. Those prisoners who had never committed any serious crimes knew that their lives were not in danger and were taking advantage of this opportunity to make money.
"Welcome everyone back to Prison Brother Tony's live broadcast room. Yes, I am live broadcasting from the mysterious Night City Prison." Prison Brother Tony swept his cell and corridor with the rough live broadcast equipment in his hand, ushering in a large wave of rewards.
, the screen is filled with the words of the boss 666.
Tony swore that if he had known that the online live broadcast was so powerful, he would have washed his hands in a golden basin.
"I know, you all want to know about the law enforcer Tang, please listen to me slowly." Prison brother Tony vividly recounted the riot Tang Ji caused in the restaurant that morning. He was so excited that he didn't notice the appearance of the prison guard at all.
"You won't believe it at all. I witnessed everything. Enforcer Don was like a tyrant. He picked up that scumbag and smashed him to the ground. His head exploded like a watermelon!" Prison Brother Tony dubbed the explosion.
, and also used gestures to restore the scene of the watermelon exploding.
The prison guard knocked on the railing with his baton and pointed at Tony, who only had a screen and camera, plus a mess of live broadcast equipment.
"Just one minute!" The prison brother skillfully took out a few packs of cigarettes and secretly handed them to the prison guard. The other guard carefully covered his face and the police signal with his palms and arms, took the cigarettes, and then walked to the next corridor.
Thanks to the rewards from netizens, prison brother Tony's life has become more and more prosperous. Not only can he bring out things to bribe prison guards anytime and anywhere, but he also bought himself a small apartment outside.
Most of the money was given by Voice of Night City, which is the largest media group in Night City. They also promised Brother Prison that they would send him a set of more concealed and clearer live broadcast equipment in the next few days.
The only thing he had to do was to take pictures of everything Tang Ji said and did in prison. Just thinking about the scene of Tang Ji killing someone made the editor-in-chief of the short video department of Night City Voice suffer from intracranial hypertension.
After completely adapting to the environment of the confinement room, the darkness and silence forced Tang Ji's other senses to become more active.
Tang Ji could smell a faint fishy smell, which was the smell of the sea. The confinement room was located underground. At this time, there was only a wall between Tang Ji and the sea water.
He could still smell the shoe polish on the prison guards' leather shoes. Although he couldn't hear the prison guards walking, whenever this smell came, Tang Ji knew that another hour had passed.
In addition, Tang Ji also smelled a faint fragrance of gardenia in the confinement room next to him.
A woman, not very old.
Tang Ji relied on his sense of smell to build character profiles in his mind, and he was now gradually able to understand what Wolfgang meant by the colored smell.
For some reason, the image of the woman in his mind had long chestnut-colored hair from the beginning, and Tang Ji was sure that he smelled it right.
Three more days later, Tang Ji could already smell the specific emotions of impatience, fear, and fatigue on the passing guards.
As for the woman next door, Tang Ji only smelled a scent from her, nothing.
Tang Ji could even imagine her lying in the middle of the confinement room, her face full of confusion, not knowing who she was or why she was locked up here.
With a naked body, Tang Ji accurately judged the opponent's identity.