Carl Wilo has a strong ability to accept strange things that happen around him. At least he knows the people who can appear in front of him, and at least he doesn't want his own life.
So Carl Wilo happily ordered a bunch of more drinks, intending to listen to what this guy who looked very untouchable wanted to talk to him.
"I am Carl Wilo, and everyone here calls me Mr. Good Luck." Carl Wilo took the initiative to reach out and shake Tang Ji's hand, then smiled at Tang Ji: "You're welcome, this handshake is considered a gift from me.
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Seeing the confusion on Tang Ji's face, Carl Wile explained: "When I shake hands with people, I usually charge five hundred federal dollars each time."
Tang Ji looked at Mr. Good Luck with some complicated eyes. He was afraid that the federal commander-in-chief would not be able to sell the handshake coupons at this price, and no one might buy it.
"So, who are you, and who do you represent to talk to me?" Carl Wilo's face was full of expectations, and he seemed to have very high expectations for Tang Ji's appearance.
This sense of expectation that appeared out of thin air made Tang Ji somewhat at a loss. He was used to bringing death and bad news to others. At least in Night City, most people who saw him would lower their heads and sneak away quickly.
"Tang Ji." Tang Ji glanced at the female bartender standing two steps away. She was obviously a well-behaved girl. She knew what was safest for herself: "I only represent myself. If you have heard of my name,
..."
"Is it you? The terrorist?" Carl Wille almost choked on his champagne. The omen represented by this accident made him feel uneasy, and he asked cautiously: "There is no problem between us, right?"
According to Maslow's theory of hierarchy of needs, Mr. Good Luck has crossed over physiological needs and safety needs, and he now desperately desires the third level of belonging needs.
Of course he knew what kind of position he was in in the gambling city. He was equivalent to the skunk who rushed into the cake city. No one wanted to try to hit him with a broom, but no one wanted to invite the skunk to sit down with other people.
Everyone becomes a guest.
This is why Carl Wilo left for Night City to participate in the gambling competition held in the prison casino. He longed for a sense of recognition and wanted to be recognized by more people.
As a result, the half-finished gambling competition turned into a killing field, and Carl Wilo did not dare to sleep alone at night for a long time.
That time, his good luck began to wait until the bullets were flying, and then he was taken away from the scene of the gunfight. He even had the opportunity to pick up a pistol on the ground and fired a few shots into a deserted place to join in the fun.
That was the first time he heard the name Tang Ji. As for the second time, it was on TV news. The entertainment channel was analyzing when the 100 million bounty behind Tang Ji would be taken away.
As a result, now that the grand prize of 100 million is right in front of him, Carl Wilo is really eager for an adventure, hoping that he can break out of the comfort zone of Las Vegas and pursue a more ambitious goal...
But he prefers that this process be step-by-step rather than a one-step process.
"I want to invite you to join my team because we have a common enemy." Tang Ji skipped all the greeting steps and directly stated his purpose: "We can find a quiet place to talk in detail."
"No, no need, I have no such intention at all." Mr. Good Luck took a step back, drank his wine and threw the cup on the table: "We just pretend we have never met. I am not your enemy.
, I don’t want to be your friend, that’s all.”
Tang Ji looked down at the new question on the phone screen, which asked: "Have you seen Mr. Good Luck?"
Tang Ji chose yes, and the new question continued: "Is he willing to communicate further?"
no...
"Did something happen to Mr. Good Luck?"
Tang Ji frowned and looked at the question, then looked up at Mr. Lucky who was retreating and leaving. He felt that he was completely a tool.
And this tool man can't even understand the work instructions now. What does Mr. Good Luck mean? Did something happen to him...,
In the next second, Tang Ji understood this problem completely. A conflict suddenly broke out in the booth next to Mr. Lucky. A man tried to escape, but he directly bumped into Mr. Lucky who was retreating.
Driven by inertia, Mr. Good Luck stood in front of Tang Ji, no more, no less, exactly the same distance as before.
Carl Wile looked at Tang Ji, his big eyes full of horror and disbelief.
Tang Ji, on the other hand, swallowed his surprise completely and did not show it at all. He just calmly picked up the phone and checked the box after the question.
This time, no new questions appeared. Only a statement was displayed on the screen, accompanied by simple pixel fireworks flying everywhere——
"Now, luck is on our side."
Tang Ji couldn't understand what was going on, but looking at Mr. Good Luck's face as if he was mourning for his mother, he still dutifully asked again: "Can we find a place to have a good talk now?"
"Of course." Carl Wilo's face changed several colors, and finally he sighed and said in an authoritative manner: "Come with me, I have the key card for this place."
A few minutes later, Tang Ji and Mr. Good Luck walked into a private room upstairs in Crow's Nest. He immediately took out his mobile phone to check whether there was an eavesdropping monitoring device in the room.
Carl Wilo poured himself a large glass of brandy at the bar. He tried twice more on the road, trying to get rid of Tanguy, but both failed.
Now he is very sure that either his luck has run out, or joining this terrorist team is his best choice.
"Why did you come to me?" Carl Wilo tugged on his collar to make himself breathe easier: "I'm not belittling myself, but in your line of work, my biggest role may be that I won't be easily hit by bullets.
bingo."
"Do you know me very well?" Tang Ji completed the inspection. This room had no windows, which made him not very satisfied. Although the window increased the risk of being sniped, it was also a natural escape route.
"Many of your stories are very popular in casinos. Not long ago, a group of Hollywood people who drank too much planned to make a movie about you and move it into the holographic experience hall." Carl Wilo got himself some wine.
, asked somewhat self-deprecatingly: "Or are you going to take me to rob a bank and kidnap a rich lady?"
Tang Ji didn't care how outrageous the rumors about him in the underground world were. From the moment he embarked on this path, he no longer cared about the world's opinions.
"Also, who are you talking about our common enemy?" Carl Wile looked at Tang Ji, waiting for his answer. Anyway, he could only follow the other party, and he relied on luck.
As of today, I have no plans to change careers in the future.
"A group of self-proclaimed players come from another world and are planning to transform our world into their playground." Tang Ji picked up the remote control and turned on the projection screen, turning the sound to the maximum to prevent the partition wall from having ears.
"What did you say?" Carl Wille picked his ears and walked closer, trying to confirm what Tang Ji said. After all, what he just heard sounded too much like a joke.
Boom!
As soon as Carl Wilo took two steps, a bullet penetrated the place where he was standing. The large-caliber bullet first penetrated the wall behind Tang Ji, and then penetrated the wine cabinet behind Carl Wilo.
"Get down!" Tang Ji immediately lowered his body, signaling Carl Wilo to hide.
But Mr. Good Luck seemed completely confused. He looked at the bullet holes behind him with some confusion, and even wanted to walk over and check it out.
Tang Ji rolled and grabbed Mr. Lucky's ankle, dragged him backwards, and directly put Mr. Lucky to the ground. His jaw hit the ground hard, and he let out a painful groan.
But the price was worth it, because another bullet penetrated the wall again and shot into the room. If Mr. Lucky had not fallen, he would have been cut off at the waist.
Carl Wille was completely in panic. He didn't know how long it had been since he had experienced danger, and since this man came to his door, luck no longer seemed to be favoring him.
"I want to get out of here!" Carl Wiler shouted and struggled to crawl towards the door. He didn't want to be around this man for a second!
"Shut up!" Tang Ji subconsciously wanted to touch the gun, but in vain. In order to see Mr. Good Luck, he didn't bring any weapons with him, let alone a gun. Even his belt was made of plastic buckles.
He crawled forward and picked up a wine bottle, smashed it on the ground, picked out the sharpest pieces and held them in his hands. At the same time, he dialed Anthony's number on his mobile phone: "Enemies are encountered in the crow's nest, come quickly!"
"Understood!" Anthony immediately hung up the phone.
Tang Ji knew that Anthony would not waste a second. Now it was up to him to see how many back-ups the attacker had prepared and how long he could hold on.
From the corner of his eye, he saw Carl Willer crawling out on his hands and knees, and kicked him directly behind the wine cabinet. The next second, another bullet penetrated the wall at an extremely high angle and landed on the floor.
A hole the size of a fist was left.
Tang Ji squinted his eyes and made an estimate. If the sniper was within a thousand meters, then judging from the different angles of entry of the three bullets, the sniper had climbed at least a hundred meters in vertical height within twenty seconds.
climb.
Even Tony, who is equipped with double prosthetics, would find it difficult to complete such a move, not to mention that he still has to complete three precise shots within this time.
Okay, maybe it's not that accurate. Tang Ji has seen how Shadow can shoot from a long distance. The sniper he is facing now is obviously a bit rigid. He only fires after fully locking the target every time.
"Don't be in a daze! Move! Use your advantage and let the bullets avoid you!" Tang Ji shouted to Mr. Good Luck, then quickly climbed to the wall and measured the thickness of the wall with his fingers.
Crow's Nest is an intimate club that offers hardcore services. To ensure privacy, their rooms have extra thick walls and extra layers of silence.
Tang Ji couldn't measure the thickness of the wall with his fingers, but the wall was obviously thicker than normal. If a sniper relied on thermal imaging to target at a long distance, then the thermal imaging equipment would definitely be too bulky for a single soldier to bear.
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"It's a drone!" In the flash of lightning, Tang Ji suddenly realized that it was a drone sniping in the air.
Obviously those who want to deal with Mr. Good Luck have the same idea as Wu Qianying. They are using AI to deal with Mr. Good Luck to prevent his self-protection mechanism from being triggered in advance.
If he opens his mind again, Tang Ji feels that the whole plan may have been planned a few months ago, and he directly let the AI independently plan the Mr. Good Luck plan, and then ordered and modified the appropriate equipment according to the plan, minimizing human intervention.
Tang Ji tried his best to avoid the possibility of ballistic overlap with Mr. Good Luck. If it was a machine that was firing according to the plan, then as long as he didn't try to block the bullet for Mr. Good Luck, there would be no danger.
"What's going on?" When Carl Wille was rolling on the ground, he was stabbed in the back by the glass shards that Tang Ji had smashed before. The pain caused him to immediately roll back in the opposite direction, and he dodged another bullet.
"Four seconds." Tang Ji walked to the door, gently opened the door and looked outside, while silently counting the time between bullets.
Excluding the time of loading the bullet and the time of aiming, Tang Ji guessed that the sniper drone was about 800 meters away from the wall, but because he did not know the specific model of the weapon, this was only an approximate value.
"Anthony, ask Ethan to launch a jammer over and look for a medium to large drone at a distance of 600 to 1,000 meters to the north of the crow's nest." Tang Ji dialed the phone again: "We are under attack by a drone.
By the way, let him help me check if there are other enemies nearby."
"Roger." Anthony's voice always gives people a sense of security at such times. A few seconds later he replied again: "The drone has taken off and will enter the airspace within thirty seconds."
Tang Ji calmed down and amplified his hearing. He couldn't hear the sound of the drone flying, but he could hear the sound of breaking glass and the sound of the motor starting at the end of the corridor.
It is obvious that the enemy will not only try this trick, long-range sniping and close outflanking, this is correct.
Tang Ji kicked open the bathroom door, opened the water outlet of the bathtub, lowered the temperature to the lowest level, and shouted to Carl Wilo: "Come here! Get into the bathtub and hide!"
After Carl Wheeler once again dodged a bullet through his incredible luck, Tang Ji passed by him, opened the refrigerator, took out the ice cubes for ice wine, and poured them all into the bathtub.
Carl Wilo had already laid down in it knowingly. Fortunately, the Crow's Nest was considered a high-cost place and equipped with high-end bathing facilities. In a short time, the water had already reached one-fifth of the water level.
Counting Carl Wilo's volume and ice cubes, the body temperature covering was barely completed.
Tang Ji looked towards the corridor again, and he saw three four-legged robot dogs no more than 80 centimeters tall running towards here.
He looked down at the glass shards in his hand, couldn't help but cursed secretly, and then relied on his hearing to accurately locate the location of the machine killer.
"3! 2! 1!" Tang Ji suddenly opened the door, and then closed it again in a flash of lightning. The front robot dog had been let in by him, while the two behind were fighting with the door.
"Little guy, who is your master?" Tang Ji put on a fighting posture, looked at those red eyes and smiled.
