"Sir, Tanguy has returned to Night City." Gusvota still looks like a yuppie, and his clothes have been imitated by street boys from the Valentino Gang in the past few years.
But now, many street fighters on the street have begun to imitate Tangji. Gusvota doesn't know what's so good about wearing a monotonous black suit.
But in the hearts of those street gangsters who only worship the strong, the name Law Enforcer Tang has become a true legend, and he can do almost anything.
Every street fighter dreams of one day being able to step on several major gangs and kill whoever they want around the world.
"Why did he tell me when he returned to Night City?" Scimitar looked at the recent erratic stock market, frowning, and there were more wrinkles on his old face.
"Are we just going to watch him come back in such a big way and do nothing?" Gusvota, as the most prestigious member of the new generation of the Valentino Gang, was trained by Scimitar as his second generation for more than ten years, so he naturally has his own
proud.
The last time he led people to chase and intercept Tang Ji, he came back empty-handed and disgraced, which was quite humiliating.
However, given the number of examples and the many people who are against Tangji, Gusvota is already quite good. After all, he can still walk and jump, and has all his arms and legs.
Scimitar used his less than brilliant mathematical knowledge to calculate and found that he had lost more than 30 million federal dollars in the stock market in the past two months. He was so heartbroken that he pulled off his beard.
He raised his head and looked at Gusvota, feeling that he was still too immature in the early years and should not have thrown a good prospect into a gang so early that his vision was limited to the streets.
"I should have let you go to college." Scimitar picked up the tea cup, blew the hot air and moistened his throat. This artificial gesture made Gusvota feel uncomfortable all over.
"I will leave the action team under your control right now. The new leaders mentioned below will also look after you. It can be said that 90% of the entire Valentino Gang's force is in your hands."
Scimitar himself couldn't get used to this way of drinking, so he impatiently drank the good tea in his cup.
"You mean, we can?" Gusvota looked forward to Scimitar's answer somewhat unconfidently.
"That's your problem. You know very well that you can't deal with Tang Ji with just the strength in your hands." Scimitar's eyes were full of disappointment: "But you still expect me to use more strength to support you.
You seem to have forgotten that we are not strong."
"You have forgotten why the Valentino Gang was born at that time, and you have forgotten that we endured hardships just to fill our stomachs." Scimitar shook his head: "Those trash on the street with guns who can't even count a hundred are against us.
Does your worship make you feel like a strong person?"
"Tell me, why should we deal with Tangji?" Scimitar pointed at Gusvota: "What are the benefits?"
"He made us lose face and cut off many of our financial opportunities." Gusvot tugged on his tie button: "Isn't this enough?"
"We have to spend 40% of all our profits every year and distribute it to the big shots. Is this considered a loss of face?" Scimitar wanted to smile and increase his level of inscrutability, but the stock market was full of troubles, so he couldn't do it.
He couldn't laugh: "Those big shots still use laws to restrict us so that we can't smuggle openly and rob banks to accumulate wealth. Does this mean they have cut off our financial path?"
"This is different, this is the rule, we..." Gusvota wanted to argue, but Scimitar was already impatient.
"Yes, this is a rule. Now Tang Ji has a new rule. If you are sure to completely eliminate him, try to adapt to the new rule." At this point, Scimitar suddenly remembered something.
He opened the drawer and took out a delicate pamphlet with Gusvota's name written on it. He said to Gusvota with a look of relief: "I forgot to tell you, I arranged for you to stay at night because of the relationship."
City Law School, here is your admission notice."
???Gusvota's face was full of question marks, and he looked at the scimitar in confusion, thinking that the old guy might be ill.
"Don't look at me with that stupid face. You will be a college student from next week." Scimitar looked at him with disgust: "The entrance exam is waived, but I told the people below that you must graduate on your own.
Only then can I come back.”
"But, I..." Gusvota hesitated for a long time without saying anything against it. After all, in the Valentino Gang, Scimitar was the one who kept his word.
"Don't worry, believe me, my child is really the most lacking part of you." Scimitar sighed, and then looked at the various financial information that kept flashing on the screen.
He had just personally shot four financial experts and twelve accountants to death the day before yesterday. These people were almost half-openly misappropriating gang funds to make profits for themselves in the stock market, but even he, including himself, couldn't tell what they were doing.
If the stock market hadn't collapsed last month and these people couldn't plug the hole, Scimitar might still have been kept in the dark.
This feeling of being fooled as a fool was very bad, and it also made Scimitar realize that if the Valentino Gang wants to continue to develop, the successor cannot be as big a boss as him.
Thinking of this, Scimitar glanced suspiciously at Gusvota, who had begun to show signs of great intelligence, and silently thought to himself, it should still be too late, right?
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"Where did you get so much money?" Tang Ji frowned as he looked at the car keys that Wu Qianying threw to him. He knew that Wu Qianying was not short of money, but he didn't expect that this female doctor's family was so rich.
The car key that Wu Qianying threw to him was the Guinevere sports car produced by Renfield Company, nicknamed the Sword of the Lady of the Lake. It was a golden toy in the true sense. The engine under its hood was almost as much as the GDP of some small island countries.
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"If I can't make any money from the stock market after knowing the existence of players, my doctorate degree should be burned." Wu Qianying drank coffee with a rosy face: "From the moment I learned the truth, I have been waiting
Given the opportunity, I asked Alia to build a mathematical model to predict the timing of the stock market crash."
"How much money have you made?" Tang Ji quietly touched the shell of the Sword of the Lake Girl. The smooth texture was like the tranquil lake water.
"Several hundred million." Wu Qianying said in a relaxed tone: "I plan to spend all the money within a month. Depending on the situation, before players enter on a large scale, we will usher in a financial crisis sweeping the world."
"Will it be bad?" Tang Ji knew nothing about financial matters, and his material desires were very low. After Tang Anran's living environment was guaranteed, his need for money was almost negligible.
"Of course it will be bad. I'm afraid this is also part of the player's plan, but the Ark organization has contacted me and they have reserved enough supplies." Wu Qianying smiled and told Tang Ji not to worry.
What Wu Qianying didn't say was that Mikkelsen also formally contacted her. In addition to the Ark organization, the Joint Enterprise Investigation Office also opened its arms to Tang Ji's small team.
She is now not only the laboratory director of LS Road, but also a researcher of the Joint Investigation Office. Within the scope of her authority, Wu Qianying can ignore the barriers between companies, use their research materials at will, and apply for computing power assistance.
Of course, the premise is that she needs to share Chris Cunningham's research results. In addition to Tang Anran, there are also a lot of rich people who want to avoid disaster in this way.
What she knew alone was that there were more than 70 large-scale shelters under construction across the federation. The emergence of Chris Cunningham allowed human freezing technology to bypass technical difficulties and span at least fifty years in one step.
time.
Wu Qianying didn't say this to Tang Ji because it wasn't Tang Ji's war, at least it wasn't a war he was familiar with.
Faced with the threat of players and the crazy resource plundering of capital, no one can stay away. Wu Qianying plans to take action personally, not only for herself, but also for the little thing she has taken care of for a year, and of course, for his careless one.
's father...
Tang Ji drove the Lake Lady's Sword carefully on the road. There were so many things about this car that were beyond his expectation.
For example, the cab of this car uses the same crystal ball window system as the Moonlight Gold, allowing Tangji to observe the road environment at 360 degrees without blind spots.
Another example is this car. If the road environment allows it, it can accelerate to 380 mph in six seconds. If you are not careful, the car will be destroyed and people will be killed.
Maybe this thing is suitable for Sirte to travel. Tang Ji looked at the fleeting scenery on both sides of the road and slowed down again.
The Sword of the Lady of the Lake is like a sparkling diamond, attracting everyone's attention. Even people who don't know the value of this car can judge by its appearance that this thing is worth a lot of money.
In short, this is a luxury car parked on the side of the road that the street boys from several major gangs dare not touch. Tang Ji has already seen several cars with gang emblems carefully avoiding them on the road. Even Tiger Claw
The gang of knights did not dare to go hand in hand with the Sword of the Lake Lady, which fully demonstrated the gang's nature of bullying the weak and fearing the strong.
Finally, Tang Ji parked the Sword of the Lake Lady outside a somewhat dilapidated motel. Its gorgeous black and gold appearance was incompatible with the environment here.
But the members of Tang Ji's team live here. Among these people, they are either undercover or wanted criminals. Only Anthony and Tony's public identities can still be used.
What's even more troublesome is that little Gerald is stuck in the team, and that young man who has no idea how rich he is is refusing to get off the boat even though Tony shot him in the leg.
Fortunately, Tony showed mercy, and the bullet just missed the bullet, leaving a little skin wound. Anthony didn't even bother to suture, and just sprayed the healing spray. By the time they arrived in Night City, the wound was healed.
"Come out and see God!" Tony, who was sitting on the window sill on the second floor eating nuts, saw the Sword of the Lake Lady and became excited. He roared and jumped out of the window.
"Head, is this your car?" Tony almost threw himself on the Sword of the Lady of the Lake, rubbing his face back and forth on the car shell: "This is Guinevere, the dream car that even rich people can't buy!
"
Anthony just showed his head and returned to the room without interest. He was already over this age. In comparison, if there was a classic Porsche 911 parked downstairs, he might be a little more excited.
Martin, on the other hand, didn't show his head at all. He had been feeling a little depressed recently and seemed to have not gotten over the symptoms of seasickness. Moreover, he never had a good impression of cars that he couldn't get into.
Little Gerald also took a look and found that it was just a different color from his own. He shook his head and went back to apply the facial mask.
Ethan pulled Soult all the way down and, like Tony, walked back and forth around the car, looking at it with vulgar and obscene movements.
After Surt came to Night City, he was shocked enough. This place was completely different from the place where he lived.
If San Diego can still make Soult feel a little familiar, then Night City, to him, is completely from the future.
Those endless skyscrapers, the weird aircraft that occasionally flew across the sky, the unmanned vehicles and drones all over the streets, and the young people with different shapes, the entire Night City exuded a smell that fascinated him.
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And this Sword of the Lady of the Lake was definitely a creation that stood at the pinnacle of human industrial aesthetics. Surte was fascinated by it almost at first glance.
Different from the luxury and elegance of the Moonlight Gold, the shape and temperament of the Lake Lady's Sword are just like its name. It is a sword that penetrates directly into your heart.
"Can you drive?" Tang Ji asked Sirte.
Soult was stunned for a moment and replied hesitantly: "Yes?"
It was only after he entered the city that he learned that driving required a driver's license and that there were rules on the road. This was completely different from the racing he used to do in the wilderness.
After all, it was completely normal for him to hit or be hit by something at that time.
"It's for you." Tang Ji threw the car keys to Soult casually. This kind of sports car that can only show its style on the track is really just a high-end toy.
Soult looked at the unique key in his hand and couldn't believe his ears. He opened his mouth and finally just said to Tony and Ethan: "Get in the car!"
Tang Ji walked into the hotel alone. There was no one behind the front desk. Just like last time, they had booked the place.
Anthony walked down from the second floor, holding a PDA in his hand: "Your little hacker ordered a lot of supplies and we need to transport them back to the ship. The Saints have already gone to pick up the goods, and we have to make at least four trips.
"
"Let her do whatever she wants. She has always wanted a safe house." Tang Ji knew that Wu Qianying and Aaliya had made a fortune and were making crazy purchases, hoping to exchange the money for supplies before the federal currency depreciated.
Anthony glanced around and asked in a low voice: "How long will it take for those guys to come back?"
"Thirty-one days." Tang Ji looked at the countdown time: "Has anyone responded to the email we sent?"
He was asking about the traitors in the plan, the bastards who called themselves the Hermit Sect. Tang Ji asked Anthony to try to contact that group of people.
"I was planning to tell you about this, but there was no response at all. It has been more than forty-eight hours." Anthony shook his head: "They were either frightened by our name, or the prisoner was lying to us."
"Send another email and emphasize that this is the last contact." Before Tang Ji finished speaking, a new email suddenly popped up on the PDA, which read: "D.C. House of Politics and Prose Coffee House."
