The robot dog that appeared in front of Tang Ji had slender limbs, an overall height of about 80 centimeters, and an extension of more than 1.5 meters. Its entire body was silver-gray and looked quite powerful.
The tail used to maintain balance kept swinging from side to side, the four claws had retractable sharp hooks, and a pair of scarlet eyes stared fixedly at the bathroom door behind Tang Ji.
Before Tang Ji could take a closer look at this beautiful man-made object, it had already jumped up like a cheetah, running up the wall and trying to bypass Tang Ji and enter the bathroom.
But Tang Ji's reaction was quick enough. He grabbed the robot dog's neck with his iron hand, and using his height advantage, he violently swung the robot dog out and smashed it to the ground.
The weight of the robot dog was lighter than Tang Ji expected. The silver-gray skin was not metal, but some kind of high-strength plastic.
This layer of skin absorbed most of the shock, and the robot dog got up without any damage, and immediately rushed out in one direction, still intending to bypass Tang Ji.
These machines may be set to only attack Mr. Good Luck. The sniper just now also didn't try to attack Tang Ji.
Tang Ji once again captured the robot dog, pressing it firmly against the wall with his body. He used his iron hands to push the robot dog's lower jaw upwards, and used the glass shards in his hands to continuously pierce the skin there.
At the same time, Tang Ji was still staring at the door. The two dogs outside the door had dug a hole in the reinforced door. A dog head with the same scarlet eyes came in and headed towards Tang Ji.
Keep baring his teeth.
Maybe Tang Ji's aggressive behavior triggered the robot dog's program, or maybe the AI program behind the scenes adjusted its tactics. The dog suddenly opened its mouth and spit out a sharp metal thorn at Tang Ji.
The metal thorn instantly penetrated Tang Ji's palm holding the glass shard, nailing the hand to the wall.
Tang Ji snorted and continued to control the dog in his hand. Then he bit the end of the metal spike with his teeth and pulled it out with force.
Tang Ji shook off the blood on his hands and picked up his new weapon. This metal thorn with a diameter of 1.5 centimeters did not hurt his bones.
"Guge's guardian dog?" Tang Ji thought of the new generation of law enforcement equipment that the Law Enforcement Bureau had planned to purchase, a guardian dog-type robot from Guge Company.
But in the end, the procurement plan was shelved due to opposition from the city government. The council members apparently felt that letting robot dogs kill street boys on the street would be more terrifying than street boys killing other people on the street.
Now Tang Ji must admit that at least those fat-headed congressmen guessed it right on this matter.
He stabbed the metal thorn hard into the throat of the robot dog, stirred it a few times, and tore off the cables inside. The robot dog's movements were obviously deformed, but they were still powerful.
Tang Ji didn't know the internal structure of this thing, so he could only pierce the robot dog continuously. He didn't know which one pierced the opponent's cooling water pipeline, and hot liquid spurted out from the hole, spilling it on Tang Ji's hand and burning it.
He could barely hold the slender metal thorn.
Fortunately, the power output of the robot dog dropped rapidly and it lost its threat.
At this time, another dog outside the door had squeezed half of its body into the room, and was aiming at Tang Ji with its metal spike launcher in its mouth with its mouth open.
Before Tangji could use his companion as a shield, there was a sudden sound of metal deforming outside the door. The dog looked like a crew member dragged away by a sea monster, leaving several scratches on the floor.
, disappeared instantly.
Then, there was another muffled sound, and there was a knock on the door, and Soult's voice appeared. "Who is in there? I'm here to see Tang Ji!"
"It's me." Tang Ji breathed a sigh of relief, put down the robot dog that was no longer moving, and tightly held its mouth with his prosthetic limb.
Surte pushed open the relatively strong door with a strong force. Looking at Tang Ji who was covered in blood, he explained: "I'm not familiar with it, and I can't understand the road signs. I can only go one street at a time."
Look, if it weren't for the crow sign at the door, it would probably have been a little later."
Tang Ji smiled and understood Surte's embarrassment: "You have done well enough, but we are not used to having superhumans as teammates."
He really didn't realize this. Subconsciously, he still regarded Ethan's drone as the fastest way to support him, and he never thought that there was a speedster in his team.
"Is it safe outside?" A shivering voice came from the bathroom. Mr. Good Luck was soaked in the ice water and did not dare to move. Only his nose and mouth were exposed on the water. He was already a bit frozen.
White.
"The drones have been dealt with. My jammer is patrolling to ensure that there are no other sources of danger nearby." Ethan's voice appeared at the right time: "Sulte went to support you alone without weapons..."
"He has arrived and solved all the problems here." Tang Ji glanced outside the door. One of the two robot dogs was torn off by the boy, and the other had his head smashed.
"Okay, the alarm is cleared." Ethan obviously had not adapted to the combat rhythm of infantry being faster than the air force. He was stunned for a while and then said: "We have one more street to arrive, just in time to pick you up and leave together."
"Come out, it's safe." Tang Ji walked into the bathroom and fished out Mr. Good Luck: "I'll give you thirty seconds to find some dry clothes. We're leaving."
"Thirty seconds?" Mr. Good Luck protested tremblingly, "Can you give me at least five minutes to dry myself off?"
One minute later.
Mr. Good Luck was wearing a bathrobe and was wiping his hair while going down the stairs, sneezing constantly: "The problem has been solved, why are you so anxious? At least let me blow dry my hair, my hair is very expensive!"
"Childish." Soult, who had just made a meritorious deed, squeezed past Mr. Good Luck, deliberately squeezed him, and made a face at him while carrying the trophy robot dog in his hand.
As a result, his footing missed the point and he rolled down the stairs. The robot dog took the opportunity to get out of control and opened its mouth towards Soult.
But before the metal thorn was launched, Tang Ji stepped back on the dog's mouth. The metal thorn penetrated the robot dog's upper jaw with a pop, connecting the dog's mouth directly.
"Be careful, he is a super human just like you." Tang Ji lifted Surte up from the ground, and at this time, the wound on his palm was no longer bleeding.
"That's right, we will be colleagues from now on." Mr. Good Luck also saw the wreckage left by Surte at the scene. For the sake of his own future safety, he was very polite to Surte: "Get to know me, my super power
It’s money.”
Soult's eyes suddenly lit up, and he followed Mr. Good Luck and asked, "How much money do you have?"
Tang Ji wanted to tell Mr. Good Luck that Sirte turned out to be doing business without capital. This expression was not a sign of friendship, but that he saw a fat sheep.
Mr. Good Luck originally wanted to give Soul a small tip as a token of gratitude for saving his life, but he was wearing a bathrobe and was penniless.
However, Tang Ji and Soult soon saw the charm of Mr. Good Luck in terms of money. He saw a stack of cash in the stairwell, which was almost seven or eight thousand federal coins.
Mr. Good Luck had a calm expression that he was accustomed to, and naturally handed the wad of money to Soult: "Wait for me to change clothes and take you to the casino. You can buy whatever you want when you come out!"
"I want to buy chewing gum!" At this time, Soult looked at Mr. Good Luck as if he were looking at a chicken that laid golden eggs, and his whole body was glowing with golden light.
Tang Ji, who was following behind, showed a smile and sent a message to Wu Qianying: "Good luck joining the team."
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"So, after a round of head spin, the task was completed, and then, in order to show his sincerity, this lucky man gambled in the casino for two hours and gave each of us five million as a meeting gift?" Tony
Holding the cash in his arms, he was squeezed into a small corner, his voice sounded a bit like sleepwalking.
In fact, this is indeed the case. After confirming that the mission was over last night, Tony took the time to spend money like water in the casino, and hundreds of thousands of chips were just wiped out.
As a result, the next morning before I woke up from a hangover, I was showered with cash. Not only did I make up for the shortfall, but I also had a balance of dozens of times.
"Yes, that's it." Martin is still the driver, but their car has been replaced by the legendary Beamon heavy transport truck.
This thing is a non-publicly sold product of military technology. It is a real behemoth machine that can transport a tank or an entire infantry platoon at one time. The entire vehicle is covered with 3.8 cm thick armor, which can resist the fire of all street weapons.
Only members of the ruling entity and the corporate alliance can buy this behemoth from Military Technology, but now the behemoth belongs to Tangji.
It was also a gift from Mr. Good Luck. After learning that he had to travel a long way to Night City, Carl Wilo, who had just experienced an attack, began to think of ways to increase his safety.
The first thing he set his sights on was the behemoth of the Palace Casino. Its ownership belonged to three casinos including the Palace Casino. They used Beamon as a cash transport vehicle, traveling between the casino and the bank every three days.
Countless people have witnessed this giant beast heading to the bank filled with cash, but no one has ever thought of taking advantage of the opportunity to make a fortune.
Because Beamon itself is a moving castle, if it were not stipulated by federal law and military technology had no intention of increasing firepower, it should have been moved together with several artillery pieces.
Compared to the narrow space when they arrived, Beamon's internal space was actually too spacious for Tang Ji's team.
But now, the team members are still huddled together, looking even more pitiful than when they came, but no one complained, and everyone had a bright smile on their face.
Because what occupied their space were canvas bags filled with cash. Most of these bags belonged to Mr. Lucky, but each of them had at least one bag worth five million in cash.
When Mr. Good Luck left, in addition to extorting a Beamon, he also took away all his assets, which were basically cash.
He was used to throwing the money he won and picked up in the rooms of the casino without paying attention to it. After more than a year of accumulation, the total amount of this money has exceeded 300 million.
Just loading the cash into the car made the entire team feel like they were fighting a war.
Having 300 million in assets is one concept, and having 300 million in cash is another concept. The former can only prove that you have entered the circle of rich people, while the latter means that you can set off a financial storm in a certain industry at any time.
This is power.
And when someone piles 300 million in cash next to you, even if the money is not yours, you will feel a certain false sense of happiness that fills your heart and brain and cannot be dissipated for a long time.
Based on the charm of the cash, Mr. Good Luck occupied a special open space in the carriage. At this time, he was holding a facial mask and lying on the pile of money to catch up on sleep.
Obviously, Mr. Good Luck has become accustomed to the day and night schedule, and he doesn't care where these people plan to take him. He just donated 300 million to this organization, and he has every reason to believe that these people will
Try your best to protect yourself.
Martin looked back at Qian Hai behind him from time to time. His hands holding the steering wheel were shaking. He was really worried that he would accidentally overturn the car. If it caught fire, he probably wouldn't be able to take out the 20 million yuan.
"Don't be nervous, watch the road!" Tang Ji sat on the command chair and reminded Martin.
Beamon provided enough space at the front of the car, but except for him and Anthony, everyone else obviously wanted to embrace the charm of money, and even the Saints went to the back to experience life.
"They just let us go?" Anthony remained vigilant. Before setting off, he saw many people clenching their fists and pistols behind their backs.
He originally thought that there would probably be a fight, but in the end the casino managers in the city just said goodbye to them without any rash action.
"Don't forget that our Mr. Good Luck has lived there for a whole year. If they had a way to take advantage of him, they would have done it long ago." Tang Ji looked at his palm. At this time, there was only a shallow scar left on the wound.
Already.
His recovery speed is faster than before.
"But it's 300 million!" Anthony couldn't help but glance behind him: "He has almost wiped out the net profit of a casino for a year, right? Even if they launch surface-to-surface missiles against us, I won't be surprised."
"I'm not surprised, but with our new members here, there is a high probability that the missile will have an accident during transportation, or the launch platform will be blown to the ground before launch." Tang Ji began to close his eyes to rest, and he felt something he had not felt for a long time.
sense of security.
"Is it really that evil?" Anthony looked at the middle-aged man holding a facial mask and wearing cartoon pajamas. He couldn't tell that he had such ability.
"It's more evil than you think. I still haven't thought clearly about whether I found him or he made me find him." Tang Ji felt that if he continued to think about this matter, he would fall into a chicken-and-egg situation.
The dead end of raw chicken gave up thinking again.
"Let those smart people study it. What I care about right now is how to use this evil ability in our business." Tang Ji had a smile on his lips, as if he had seen a bright future.
He didn't know what Wu Qianying had planned for Mr. Good Luck, but he had already thought of an absolutely effective way to use it, one that only tested luck.
