Another 150 points of income came in, which is good news, but the bad news is that Anthony's side failed. After Soult rushed into the battlefield and kicked all the enemies, the pioneers shot each other cleanly and all died.
Tang Ji knew that it was not their fault. People in this world may never understand the way players behave. Death in this world is a calculable gain and loss for them.
He was sitting alone in a small garden less than two kilometers away from Haozai Lai Motel. It was said to be a garden, but no one had taken care of it for a long time.
There are overgrown weeds, almost covering the benches inside. Locals rarely come to this place even during the day, let alone at night.
But it was just the right time for Tang Ji to relax. He looked up at the moonlight in the sky. He had fallen in love with this pastime since the last time he drove to San Diego.
Tang Ji couldn't even understand why he was so busy in the first half of his life. He never thought of looking up at the sky.
Of course, growing up in a place like Night City, it's no wonder that he doesn't have this habit. If this place wasn't already on the border of Night City, there would be no moonlight at all.
As soon as Tang Ji lit up a cigarette for himself, his alone time was interrupted by two half-grown men who didn't open their eyes.
"This car is really nice, is it a Harley, old man?" A man who looked about the same age as Soult was dressed like the Valentino gang and wore a golden jacket. His exposed arms were tattooed with luminous geometric lines, simulating prosthetic limbs.
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His companion was much more cautious. Anyone smoking alone here in the middle of the night must not be a kind person. He didn't want to cause trouble.
"Let's go, Dido!" The companion pulled Dido's sleeve and tried to drag him away from the motorcycle.
But every penny spent on the retro-style Harley collected by the old man is worth it, at least in terms of appearance. From Tang Ji’s own personal experience, he feels that the performance of this car is actually far less powerful than the new generation products.
"I just want to be friends with him! What are you afraid of?" Dido pushed his companion away and demonstratively leaked the pistol on his waist.
It's a pity that Tang Ji turned his back to them and didn't even have the intention to look back.
"We still have to deliver goods, don't cause trouble Dido! Otherwise I won't take you with me next time!" the companion warned in a low voice, then picked up his backpack and left alone.
Dido looked at his companion, then at Tang Ji, and gritted his teeth: "You're lucky, old man! Let's have a good talk next time we meet!"
Tang Ji listened to the footsteps retreating behind him and flicked the ashes of his cigarette. This is the normal situation in Night City. Children who don't bother to go to a good school will either choose to suffer at the bottom of society and wait for the one in ten thousand chance to climb up.
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Either join a gang and fight fiercely. As long as you don't die, you will be able to get ahead one day.
If it weren't for Angelina, Tang Ji probably wouldn't have chosen the path of a law enforcer so cruelly at that time. This path changed the fate of many people.
Before the Red Sun incident completely broke the backbone of Night City's law enforcement, it was definitely the most combat-effective law enforcement team in the entire federation.
A few minutes after the gangster left, Tang Ji frowned again. He heard a familiar footsteps.
"Would you like to enjoy your time alone?" The annoying voice immediately appeared in Tang Ji's ear, and Mikkelsen's old face appeared around the corner, sitting next to Tang Ji familiarly.
Tang Ji had quit smoking and drinking for a while, and it wasn't until he killed the first player that these old friends gradually returned to him.
Of course, he still strictly controls himself, and this behavior is more like remembering the past.
Tang Ji's cigarette was picked up from the scene of the battle during the day. I don't know if it belonged to an unlucky mercenary or a pioneer. There were still blood stains on the cigarette box.
He had no requirements for the quality of the tobacco. As long as the thing could be lit and smoked, it was a good smoke. But as Mikkelsen came over to Mikkelsen with the scent of the tree of life, this low-quality tobacco began to frustrate Tang Ji.
It's unbearable.
"Why are you everywhere?" Tang Ji flicked away most of the remaining cigarette and asked, tilting his head.
"It's a little bit more convenient for me." Mikkelsen placed his cigarette and lighter in the middle of the bench and pushed it over: "I heard that you had a great victory today, so I came here to congratulate you."
"Killed six, ran away four, and two more were not found." Tang Ji took out a tree of life, then put the rest unceremoniously into his pocket, lit a cigarette and asked:
"Do you have any good news?"
"Seventy-nine suspicious targets have been found and are being tracked. It will take some time to confirm." Mikkelsen's tone was as calm as ever, but Tang Ji always felt that the other party was thinking about himself.
"Didn't do anything?" Tang Ji felt the energy of the Tree of Life slowly filling his lungs, as if nourishing it. He narrowed his eyes with satisfaction, feeling the calmness of this moment.
"It's meaningless. I plan to leave these people to you when the time is right." Mikkelsen's ginger suit seemed to be integrated with the bench, and his presence was very weak: "They established a new
The company's name is Walter, you can pay more attention to its news."
"I am only responsible for killing people. Don't come to me for such complicated matters. Go to the prophet, go to Wu Qianying." Tang Ji blew out a smoke ring and watched it fade and disappear in the air: "Didn't you confirm the seventy-nine people?
What are the goals? Why don’t you share them with me?”
"I have always admired you. You are a pure person. Why don't you cooperate with me?" Mikkelsen once again issued a solicitation: "I can solve all your worries for you, and you can only do what you want."
"Aren't we just cooperating now?" Tang Ji stood up and said, "I'm going to go back to sleep. Do you have a place to stay in Night City? I recommend the nearby Hailai Motel. The owner is nice."
Mikkelsen waved his hand towards Tanguy, who was sitting alone in a chair and seemed to have no interest in continuing to talk.
Dozens of minutes later, Mikkelsen was still sitting on the chair, as if asleep, while the two men who had gone to deliver the goods had returned the same way.
Dido was sorry that the old guy on the bike was gone, but fortunately there was another idiot sitting there.
Dido, who had just completed a successful transaction, threw away his companion, took out his pistol and put it on the back of Mikkelsen's head from behind: "Hey! Old bastard, take out your money and mobile phone, and then tell me about you
Where is that friend on the bike? Otherwise I will blow your head off!"
Mikkelsen suddenly stood up as if he had just woken up, completely ignoring Dido's gun.
A young boy who was eager to prove himself, was sensitive and irritable. Dido was continuously ignored, and became angry and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
But the bullet hit the air. The moment before he started to grab, Mikkelsen turned around, grabbed his hand and raised it up. The bullet hit his hat in the sky.
"Let go! Old bastard!" Dido reached out to grab the stranger's neck, but his hand was also held in his.
The next second, amid the horrified screams of Dido's companions, Dido transformed into Mikkelsen, and a few seconds later changed into Dido again.
But the two people had exactly the same eyes at this time, and they both looked at the young man expressionlessly.
However, every boy who dared to go out to help people deliver goods at night was given free money. The boy carrying the bag only wasted the first few seconds before quickly turning around and running away.
Unfortunately, at the corner at the end of the street, I didn't see a running boy escape. What came out were two silent people walking at the same pace.
Although Dido and his companions are still wearing their original clothes, they have changed into Mikkelsen's appearance on the inside.
Mikkelsen believes that if the world is treated as a game by players, there will always be different focuses at different stages.
And because of Tang Ji's relationship, Night City is obviously the most obvious focus. Since he can't master Tang Ji for the time being, he should master Night City first.
On the other side, Tang Ji, who had enough points, redeemed the [Reinforcement] ability that he had previously favored. Because of the pre-level, it was the first LV2 level ability he had.
[Rage] This ability is so special that Tang Ji doesn't know when it will be upgraded or whether it can be upgraded.
As for the ability [Revolver Revival], there is still no intention of upgrading it. Although the system marks this ability as a native ability of the body and can be upgraded, it seems to be motionless in Tang Ji's hands.
Tang Ji silently used the [Reinforcement] ability on the trash can on the roadside, and then used the prelude to shoot it. As a result, the bullet failed to penetrate the trash can at a distance of five meters.
He looked down at the prelude. The gun that had been with him for a long time seemed to be crying. Modern weapons were becoming increasingly powerless in the face of superhuman beings.
"Why are you shooting in the middle of the night! Get out!" An old woman who looked to be over seventy years old opened the window and aimed a shotgun in Tang Ji's direction: "I'm only counting three!"
Tang Ji rode a bicycle and fled the scene in despair. He did not forget to shout: "I wish you a long life!"
"Thank you for your damn blessing for letting me wake up one more time in the middle of the night!" The response was accompanied by the dull sound of gunshots. Apparently the old lady was too lazy to take out the loaded bullets.
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"This is the information of Walter Company, as well as all the capital inflows and outflows since its establishment. Their business scope is very complicated, but I can't see the meaning of their establishment of this company." On the Moonlight Gold, Aaliya, wearing pajamas, used
He pushed the table hard and let the chair slide quickly towards Wu Qianying a few meters away.
Aaliya handed the information she found to Wu Qianying. Compared with a few days ago, Wu Qianying's complexion had improved significantly.
Moonlight Gold is definitely one of the top yachts in the world. Not only can it simulate sunlight, but it also has a fully functional SPA area, allowing ladies to always stay elegant.
In just a few days, the ladies who moved here were completely conquered by this boat.
Wu Qianying reached out to take the mobile terminal and swiped it quickly. This newly established company had just acquired several advertising companies, print media, virtual idol operation teams, film companies, and biotechnology companies, etc. It was quite messy.
Although it was not a big move, in a short period of time the company grew from an empty company to more than 3,000 employees, and these employees were notified of moving to the new headquarters.
Alia used the power of the Internet to continuously arrange and combine various possibilities, and suddenly an idea flashed: "You said before that they are shaping the background of our world, right? Maybe they plan to manage superheroes like idols?
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"They can use this to select better superhumans!" Aria thought quickly: "Added by the influence of famous superhero idols, they can launch their own superhuman potions and increase the number of superhumans.
Meet players’ requirements for the number of bodies!”
"You're right." Wu Qianying felt intellectual pressure for the first time, which aroused her competitive spirit: "They now have mature potion production capabilities and can directly create super villains. Let the players first
Play the hero and the villain, and stage a wonderful confrontation between good and evil in front of the NPCs."
"If I were a player, I would also be interested in a game like this..." Aaliya thought of her own experience and her father, and frustration filled her heart.
Her father had been part of this plan back then. Although he later regretted it, when she thought about those bastards from other worlds calling themselves players, who had been setting up their world for so long, Alia became pessimistic about the future.
The more she learns about this world, the more she feels that they have no chance of winning.
Players have an impact on the world in all aspects, and it is by no means limited to superhuman beings. Alia has learned a lot of knowledge from the Internet.
She knew that although there were no winners on the table in the two consecutive corporate wars, the losers were obvious. Almost all the powerful governments that once controlled the world fell in the corporate wars.
Although people on the Internet can jokingly call this a symbol of democratic freedom, they are just joking. Most people over the age of sixty can clearly feel that the world is in ruins.
Take the federation as an example. Without unified planning by a powerful government, their high-speed railways, subways, highways and other infrastructure have been stagnant for a long time, especially the transportation routes between cities and states, and there has even been a certain degree of disruption.
Negative growth.
Although new cities like Night City are rising from the ground, they are also built on the blood of the original road foundation.
When Night City was completed, hundreds of kilometers of roads and railways around it were dilapidated to the point of being inoperable. Although Night City has been working hard to repair these damages, it is obviously impossible to plan them at the level of the entire country.
In the end, Night City only repaired a few major roads, which indirectly created a "wasteland" environment hundreds of kilometers outside Night City.
The decline in large-scale infrastructure capacity and the lack of laws have caused human civilization to be forced back by barbarism for the first time since the Industrial Revolution.
The same thing happened to the demonstration city project and other emerging city projects. The more Alia checked, the more frightened she became. She suddenly realized that the player's plan for this world was far more in-depth and detailed than she understood.