(The last 500 words are duplicates. I will revise them within half an hour. I am thinking about the plot. I have a holiday before the year and there are too many things at work...)
The pretender was like a deflated balloon, and his hands tried in vain to cover the wound on his stomach, but the blood was like an open faucet, quickly staining the floor red and wetting Javier's bathrobe next door.
But judging from the expressions of Javier and the pretender himself, they appeared to be quite calm. Javier even cautiously stayed away, not wanting to stain his clothes with the blood of his companions.
"Don, you shouldn't shoot." The pretender's voice was a little weird, but considering the big hole in his abdomen, it was completely understandable: "This is only our first transaction, you should be more patient...
"
"The player will be back soon, and the twelve warehouses are enough for me to keep busy." Tang Ji watched the pretender simply stuff the wound with a bathrobe, and the smile at the corner of his mouth finally stopped hiding: "Since when,
Fabinski?”
"When did it start?" When the pretender raised his head again, it had turned into Tang Ji's familiar face: "Like Javier said, maybe from the day I was born."
As he spoke, Michael Fabinski, the star law enforcer of Night City, had sat up straight. Apparently he was also the beneficiary of the 'Gluttony' ability.
"I only want to ask one thing, Fabinski, does that night of the Red Sun have anything to do with you?" Tang Ji thought he would be very angry, but the moment he asked this question, he suddenly felt that he was not that angry either.
anger.
Anger comes from hatred, from unwillingness, from betrayal, and Fabinski obviously cannot provide these emotions.
He and Fabinski had never been friends. They were not even in the same department. Although Tanguy was also a street patrol officer, that was mainly because he had suffered a large number of complaints for a long time and had irreconcilable conflicts with the management of the Enforcement Bureau.
Even so, whenever there is a major or difficult case, the first name that many leaders of the Law Enforcement Bureau think of is Tang Ji, and he is often used as a firefighter.
As for Fabinski, he is almost Tang Ji’s negative example. As a law enforcer, he maintains good personal relationships with almost every law enforcement bureau manager. With his image and eloquence, he has represented the law enforcement bureau many times.
Appear before the media.
Everyone in the law enforcement bureau would smile and say hello when they saw Fabinski, but if they were really waiting for rescue in a hail of bullets, they would never want it to be Fabinski they were waiting for.
"You can shoot me right here, chop off my head, and I'll die." Fabinski's face was a little pale, and the large amount of blood loss and flesh repair made him a little weak: "But Red Sun and I
It doesn't matter, Losas is an organization of the Adventers, and we know nothing about their action plan."
"I remember you happened to be on vacation that day." Tang Ji flicked the prelude and poured out four of the five bullets remaining in the bullet chamber.
"I have 21 days off every month. Isn't it normal that I don't go to work on that day?" Fabinski showed an ugly smile.
Without waiting for Tang Ji to speak, he grabbed the prelude, pointed it at his head and pulled the trigger. The gun did not go off: "Why do you think I appeared in Night City as a small patrol law enforcer? Because I want to
Get rid of your past."
Snap, Fabinski triggered the class again. The prelude still didn't sound, but Javier beside him had clenched his fists nervously: "On the red day, I knew nothing about Losas. I was in the bar.
I was so drunk that when I woke up, almost everyone I knew and who smiled at me every day was gone."
Fabinski's expression and tone were calm, but Tang Ji could hear his heartbreak from his tone.
Snap, Fabinsky pulled the trigger again without changing his expression, still with an empty gun: "They said they wanted to meet you through me, but I refused. I have the courage to meet you, but I also have family members, besides them
I have nothing left."
Fabinski threw the USB flash drive in front of Tang Ji and pulled the trigger again. There was still a snap from the gun: "Put it away, there will be no further transactions. I know them, this is all they can come up with."
Players in the Body Warehouse will return soon, and they are more anxious than you."
"Michael! Imagine your father, your sister!" Javier suddenly shouted: "We just want to live!"
Snap, Fabinski pulled the trigger again, Javier trembled, but the gunshot still did not sound: "If, I mean if, I also wanted to face those players like you, but the more I get
The more I get to know them, the more desperate I become, and my life is too painful."
Fabinski took a deep breath, as if recalling the first half of his life, and then pulled the trigger for the last time.
Bang, it was still an empty gun. Tang Ji threw the bullet hidden in his hand on the table: "My people told me that you still have value. I will keep this bullet for the time being until your value is drained out."
, and give it back to you.”
Before Javier could breathe a sigh of relief, Tang Ji suddenly picked up the low stool on the ground and smashed his head with the stool.
Then Tang Ji kept waving the bench until he was sure that the other person was really dead. Then he said to Fabinski: "But I can't let other naturalized people go. Don't be too sorry that you didn't die. I promise to pay you back."
relief."
Fabinski looked at the corpse of his companion and subconsciously wanted to smoke a cigarette, but he was wearing a bathrobe provided by the Tiger Claw Gang and it was full of his own blood, so he could only gesture to Tang Ji.
His action was a small gesture between law enforcers when the old Law Enforcement Bureau was still around. This subconscious action made the two of them stunned at the same time.
In a year and a half, the whole world has changed. Tang Ji looked at Fabinski who didn't know what he was thinking, and finally threw him a cigarette according to the old rules.
"You know the rules, tell us everything you know, and then cooperate with our investigation and make meritorious service." Tang Ji said what he had said to many informants before, but this time the target was a bit special.
"But no matter what, I will kill you in the end, and I swear to make everyone involved in that matter pay the price." Tang Ji looked into Fabinski's eyes: "I am serious and I will do what I say."
"Me too." Fabinski smoked a cigarette, picked up the bullet from the table, and pointed the bullet at his forehead: "That's it, be more clean when the time comes. Don't let me die like Javier.
A person was beaten to death with a bench in a neon custom shop? How can he die in peace?"
When this topic was mentioned, both of them laughed. After all, they had worked together in the same environment for many years, and only they understood some of the jokes that only belonged to law enforcement officers.
"I'm very envious of the things you did before." Fabinski stood up from the ground and took a deep breath of cigarette. As a result, a few wisps of smoke floated out directly from the wound on his abdomen: "Although the Hermit Sect has not many people,
, but many naturalized people actually have this idea, but they are just waiting and watching."
"This is a gamble that was made by the previous generation. Most of the gamblers at the gambling table now are just reluctant to part with those chips and are not very loyal to the casino." Fabinski coughed a few times: "I will
I’ll send you everything I know, and wish you all the best. I’m waiting for you to come to me.”
After Fabinski left, the maid glanced timidly, turning a blind eye to the corpse on the ground, and just asked Tangji in a low voice if he needed any other services.
After receiving Tang Yoshi's clear rejection, the maid quickly disappeared behind the door, and Hiroyuki Sanada, who had been waiting outside for a long time, walked in with others.
"Tang Jun, do you want us to help you deal with this corpse, or do you want to pack it up and take it away?" Sanada is no longer the country bumpkin he was a few months ago. After this period of training, he knows that even a superhuman corpse has value.
of.
"Pack it up and throw it in the trunk of my car." Tang Ji gently wiped the prelude with the silk handkerchief provided by the maid, and looked at the complicated patterns on it for a long time before speaking.
The sensible Sanada asked his men to quickly clean up the scene. Even the blood-stained straw mats on the ground were neatly cut off and transported away together with the bodies.
Sanada then signaled the maid to serve a small bottle of sake, and then left the room with the maid, giving Tangji a quiet enough space.
...
...
"These are the twelve body warehouse locations they provided, spread across nine countries around the world, and two of them are in war." Wu Qianying said to Tang Ji: "With our strength alone, it is difficult to build a warehouse within a month.
Clean out these warehouses."
"And we can't eat so many superhuman bodies. Many of them have had their memories cleaned. There are not many as lucky as Chris Cunningham." Wu Qianying took out Fabbins.
The information given by Ji was explained to Tang Ji.
"According to the information provided by the Hidden World Sect, after the naturalized person captures the body, it will be stored in warehouses of different levels in various places, and the memory will be cleared after the player returns." Wu Qianying drew the words "Clear Memory"
Key point: “They control this ability very strictly.”
"You mean, players are also likely to be controlled by similar abilities?" Tang Ji tried to keep up with Wu Qianying: "That's why they imprison jealousy?"
"Yes, although we don't understand the principle of players occupying superhuman bodies, in theory, when they complete this behavior, they can be regarded as one of us." Wu Qianying's eyes flashed behind her glasses.
A glimmer of light: "So when the Adventer returns again, it means we have the opportunity to capture a truly living player!"
"They have the ability to go offline. This means nothing to them..." Tang Ji suddenly thought of something and looked up at Wu Qianying: "You mean, jealous?"
"Yes, we can cooperate with jealousy to a certain extent. Regardless of good or evil, at least on this front, our interests are consistent." Wu Qianying pushed up her glasses. She had actually been paying attention to the information about the Seven Deadly Sins.
For example, Jealousy, the powerful superhuman who was abandoned by Tang Ji in an African prison, escaped from prison on his own about a week after Tang Ji left.
No one knows whether he left on his own or with a partner. After all, two kilograms of gluttonous flesh and blood is really nothing in this era.
At least judging from the information available to the Hermit Sect, the restorative superpowers evolved by Gluttony are the most common abilities among the Adventers among the Converters.
At this point, Wu Qianying was actually very curious. Based on Tang Ji's previous experiments on a certain naturalized person, she had always wanted to know what state Gluttony himself was in now.
According to the model established by Aria, if Gluttony himself will become cancerous with a certain probability when his flesh and blood is restored, then he should now be a mountain of cancerous growths.
There is also Greed. After the last glimpse, Greed has disappeared from the sight of many forces again. As Wu Qianying knows, both the Ark Organization and the Joint Investigation Office are looking for him.
From now on, the blood of greed is definitely one of the last valuable things in the world. Its existence breaks the boundary between humans and superhumans, allowing the birth of superhumans to change from random awakening to stable production.
Fixed type of industrial model.
The value contained in the superhuman industrial system that the players have mastered is enough to drive any capital crazy.
It only takes Wu Qianying a minute to imagine countless ways to subvert the existing order, such as using Chris Cunningham's awakened person with the same ability to completely transform the environment, or defeating a certain cold chain transportation giant, etc.
The combinations are almost endless.
(The following is the repeated part)
"Pack it up and throw it in the trunk of my car." Tang Ji gently wiped the prelude with the silk handkerchief provided by the maid, and looked at the complicated patterns on it for a long time before speaking.
The sensible Sanada asked his men to quickly clean up the scene. Even the blood-stained straw mats on the ground were neatly cut off and transported away together with the bodies.
Sanada then signaled the maid to serve a small bottle of sake, and then left the room with the maid, giving Tangji a quiet enough space.
...
...
"These are the twelve body warehouse locations they provided, spread across nine countries around the world, and two of them are in war." Wu Qianying said to Tang Ji: "With our strength alone, it is difficult to build a warehouse within a month.
Clean out these warehouses."
"And we can't eat so many superhuman bodies. Many of them have had their memories cleaned. There are not many as lucky as Chris Cunningham." Wu Qianying took out Fabbins.
The information given by Ji was explained to Tang Ji.
"According to the information provided by the Hidden World Sect, after the naturalized person captures the body, it will be stored in warehouses of different levels in various places, and the memory will be cleared after the player returns." Wu Qianying drew the words "Clear Memory"
Key point: “They control this ability very strictly.”
"You mean, players are also likely to be controlled by similar abilities?" Tang Ji tried to keep up with Wu Qianying: "That's why they imprison jealousy?"
"Yes, although we don't understand the principle of players occupying superhuman bodies, in theory, when they complete this behavior, they can be regarded as one of us." Wu Qianying's eyes flashed behind her glasses.
A glimmer of light: "So when the Adventer returns again, it means we have the opportunity to capture a truly living player!"
"They have the ability to go offline. This means nothing to them..." Tang Ji suddenly thought of something and looked up at Wu Qian.