On Monday, the world seemed to be tired after a weekend filled with breaking news.
Tang Ji sat in his own office in the Central Prison from sunrise to sunset, as if the world had become calm.
Under Mikkelsen's 'enslavement', the son of nature really cooperated, and he alone took on most of the prison's guarding work.
The moss and grass on the ground, the shrubs and green plants everywhere, and the wooden wall that cannot be ignored and grows longer every day, are all alive.
Every move of the prisoners is controlled by Tang Ji. Brave people or speculators are everywhere, especially the smart people in the prison.
In the past forty-eight hours, nineteen superhuman prisoners have fulfilled the promise made by the warden, and they have used their own methods to escape.
Of course, twelve of them were caught during the jailbreak. Tang Ji felt that there was only one fate for them, and that was to die wherever they escaped.
Those who climbed the wall were hung on the wall, those who drilled into the ground were buried on the spot, and those who relied on strength to break through the wall used their tombstones to plug the gap.
As for the remaining seven people, they successfully left the realm of the Son of Nature. Superhuman abilities are all kinds of weird. Even a pervert like Brandon can't stop everyone from leaving.
At this time, the profound knowledge of Tang Ji's team was reflected. Mr. Haoyuan, who was finally willing to show his face in the sun, owned a casino in the central prison. At this time, he was using dice to help Tang Ji locate the whereabouts of the escapees.
Mr. Good Luck's casino was purely to satisfy his personal needs. After offending the team members from beginning to end, and even Aria was unwilling to play any games involving luck with him, Mr. Good Luck found him in the central prison.
His second spring.
Here, the chips provided by Mr. Good Luck can only be obtained by inmates completing daily labor reform tasks in excess of their quota.
Although these chips can only be exchanged for some simple daily necessities, such as fresh fruits and snacks, after eating a special version of prison meals, Mr. Haoyuan firmly believes that he has the strongest currency here.
Idiots who spend all their money to buy addictive compounds will eventually discover the true source of these substances, and sugar is the substance they need most.
God knows where Tang Ji found those 'industrial wastes' for them to eat. Mr. Good Luck leaned against the window on the thirteenth floor, with a Coke in one hand and a hamburger in the other, looking at the pile of idle but resentful superhumans below.
The prisoners felt like slave owners in the South were massaging black workers who were unwilling to work hard, and they had an overwhelming sense of superiority.
Hiss!
A pink strip with a crackling sound swept past Mr. Haoyuan's hand, and Mr. Haoyuan took a step back just because he sneezed, causing the thing to return in vain.
"Harland! You son of a bitch! If you don't work hard, you'll be eating that garbage until you die!" Mr. Haoyuan approached the window again and looked down at the crowd of people following the wind.
His eating superhuman yelled: "Stick that tongue of yours towards me again, I swear, I will pull it out and tie it in a knot for you to hang yourself with!"
After spitting out the dirty words that took up half a month's worth of swear words in one breath, Mr. Haoyuan waved his fist to the void in a refreshing mood: "It's cool!"
Apparently, after studying at the Lost Mountain base for a while with old jokers like Martin and Tony, Mr. Good Luck has already begun to experience the joy of being a layman.
The Harland downstairs is a prisoner who has been very outstanding these days, nicknamed "Box Head Frog". According to Wu Qianying's classification, he belongs to the superhuman type of physical alienation, and has shown inhuman tendencies visible to the naked eye at the LV1 stage.
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The muscles in his legs are exaggerated, his fingers are webbed, and he has a tongue that can shoot eight meters long and penetrate bulletproof vests. He is a truly ruthless character.
Harland is a local who was arrested while cleaning up the separatist forces of the Bear Gang. Looking at the tattoos on his body, you can tell that he is from the Bear Gang and his status is not low.
So from the time Harland entered the Central Prison, he naturally became the leader of an emerging force. In addition to the big foreigners from the Violent Bear Gang, many "young newcomers" who had never been in prison also chose to join him.
The team seeks to protect itself.
Tang Ji puts too much pressure on these superhuman prisoners. It is one thing to watch him act cool every day on TV and kill twenty or thirty gun-wielding perverts, but when you really stand behind him
Opposite the muzzle, it's a different story.
Looking at Mr. Lucky who shrank back and refused to come out, Harland snorted, let go of his hands and slipped from the glass he was clinging to.
He had just climbed to the fifth floor just because he wanted to grab some food from Mr. Lucky's hand when he wasn't paying attention.
Although I have only been here for a few days, these two days have been like hell for these big guys who consume an average of 10,000 to 15,000 calories a day.
Harland didn't know what the prison provided them with every day, but it almost cured his rage disorder.
In the past, it took 10,000 federal coins or the equivalent value of prison goods to hire a swordsman in prison. Now, just a Coke burger can make a veteran swordsman willingly enter the solitary cell, so Harland needs a small gift to prove himself.
He is a qualified new boss.
"Harland, look over there, the people from the Whirlpool Gang want us to talk." A member of the Violent Bear Gang who was no less tall than Harland whistled at Harland.
"Oh, the Whirlpool Gang." Harland spat on the ground, winked at a few of his cronies, and walked towards the group of bastards who called themselves the Whirlpool Gang.
It was this group of people who instigated that idiot Leif to fight against Barros, and ended up in this end.
Although Harland doesn't know who these people are, he can be sure that these people are not the Whirlpool Gang. That group of serious prosthetic enthusiasts was wiped out by a group of superhumans before they even became a big thing.
None of them started in Night City.
As for this group of bastards who call themselves the Whirlpool Gang, they not only provided Leif with a large amount of funds and military weapons, but also brought over a superhuman force with over a hundred people.
If the Uzumaki Gang had this strength, they would even dare to fight the Valentino Gang!
"What's the matter?" Harland doesn't want to continue to get involved in this muddy water. A superhuman like him can have a good future wherever he goes. He can't afford to offend a big shot like Tang Ji. The worst he can do is go to the territory of the Petrochemical Alliance and become a mercenary.
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So he planned to veto whatever conditions the other party proposed. Anyway, there were only a few of these people left alive and they couldn't afford to cause any trouble.
"Mr. Harland, I wonder if our cooperation can continue?" The leader of the Whirlpool Gang was a woman, with an indescribable arrogance on her face, which made Harland feel uncomfortable all over.
"What kind of cooperation do we have?" Haaland asked, pretending not to want to cooperate, but the other party was obviously not in a good temper.
"Mr. Haaland, I hope you know that somewhere you can't see, our people are targeting your brother, your mother, everyone you care about, and they will continue to live their lives,
Or turn into a corpse, it depends on your choice." The woman waved her hand towards a tall building not far away.
Harland keenly saw a flash of light passing by, and suddenly there was a bullet hole on the ground under his feet.
"We are already in prison, what else can we do?" Harland asked angrily. This anger was not directed at the woman, but at Tang Ji.
At this moment, Haaland really hoped that Tang Ji would be as domineering as the rumors. After all, this is his territory. If he is really that powerful, he should not let such a thing happen.
"That's our business, you just need to do your job, just like before." The woman looked at the moss that was spreading rapidly, and said to Harland: "Let's change places, remember, there are green plants
All places are under surveillance.”
"My Healing Game"
"Huh?" Harland had indeed heard similar legends from the old prisoners, but he always thought it was an exaggerated metaphor. After all, the central prison was so large. If all the green plants were Tang Ji's hands and eyes,
It's too scary.
"Listen, what I need you to do is very simple. When I give you the signal, you take your people and create a riot in the prison." The woman looked at the vines that were slowly hanging down behind her.
, leaving a hurried sentence, turned around and left here with his people.
Harland looked at the weeds on the ground and the green surroundings. He shuddered and silently walked back to his habitat, a commercial gym with complete equipment.
Although to Harland, all the equipment in this place seemed a bit girly, but considering that this was actually a prison, he had no choice.
Whether or not he should continue on the same path to the end is a question for Haaland. He cannot be sure whether the threat from the opponent is real, but Tang Ji's strength is obvious to all, and there is obviously only one end for causing trouble on his territory.
Moreover, in fact, for Harland, those threatened relatives are not that important. He can't even remember the last time he contacted those people.
So Haaland planned to find a suitable opportunity to sell those 'allies' at a good price, and it would be best to get himself out of this hellish place. If it was not an option, he could accept fifty liters of Coke a day.
But what Harland didn't expect was that before he could go back and figure out how to sell the group of people at a good price, a fire dragon suddenly rose into the air in the distance and crashed straight into the prison administration building.
All floors where Tangji is located are covered.
"Harland! Do it now!" The woman's loud voice rang over the entire prison, even the deaf could hear it clearly.
"Fuck!" Haaland didn't know that he was being tricked. The other party made it clear that he would take action immediately, and he temporarily found someone to use as cannon fodder!
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...(The following parts are repeated and will be modified later)
On Monday, the world seemed to be tired after a weekend filled with breaking news.
Tang Ji sat in his own office in the Central Prison from sunrise to sunset, as if the world had become calm.
Under Mikkelsen's 'enslavement', the son of nature really cooperated, and he alone took on most of the prison's guarding work.
The moss and grass on the ground, the shrubs and green plants everywhere, and the wooden wall that cannot be ignored and grows longer every day, are all alive.
Every move of the prisoners is controlled by Tang Ji. Brave people or speculators are everywhere, especially the smart people in the prison.
In the past forty-eight hours, nineteen superhuman prisoners have fulfilled the promise made by the warden, and they have used their own methods to escape.
Of course, twelve of them were caught during the jailbreak. Tang Ji felt that there was only one fate for them, and that was to die wherever they escaped.
Those who climbed the wall were hung on the wall, those who drilled into the ground were buried on the spot, and those who relied on strength to break through the wall used their tombstones to plug the gap.
As for the remaining seven people, they successfully left the realm of the Son of Nature. Superhuman abilities are all kinds of weird. Even a pervert like Brandon can't stop everyone from leaving.
At this time, the profound knowledge of Tang Ji's team was reflected. Mr. Haoyuan, who was finally willing to show his face in the sun, owned a casino in the central prison. At this time, he was using dice to help Tang Ji locate the whereabouts of the escapees.
Mr. Good Luck's casino was purely to satisfy his personal needs. After offending the team members from beginning to end, and even Aria was unwilling to play any games involving luck with him, Mr. Good Luck found him in the central prison.
His second spring.
Here, the chips provided by Mr. Good Luck can only be obtained by inmates completing daily labor reform tasks in excess of their quota.
Although these chips can only be exchanged for some simple daily necessities, such as fresh fruits and snacks, after eating a special version of prison meals, Mr. Haoyuan firmly believes that he has the strongest currency here.
Idiots who spend all their money to buy addictive compounds will eventually discover the true source of these substances, and sugar is the substance they need most.
God knows where Tang Ji found those 'industrial wastes' for them to eat. Mr. Good Luck leaned against the window on the thirteenth floor, with a Coke in one hand and a hamburger in the other, looking at the pile of idle but resentful superhumans below.
The prisoners felt like slave owners in the South were massaging black workers who were unwilling to work hard, and they had an overwhelming sense of superiority.
Hiss!
A pink strip with a crackling sound swept past Mr. Haoyuan's hand, and Mr. Haoyuan took a step back just because he sneezed, causing the thing to return in vain.
"Harland! You son of a bitch! If you don't work hard, you'll be eating that garbage until you die!" Mr. Haoyuan approached the window again and looked at the crowd of people below who were following the wind.
His eating superhuman shouted: "Stick that tongue of yours towards me again, I swear, I will pull it out and tie a knot for you to hang yourself with!"
After spitting out the dirty words that took up half a month's worth of swear words in one breath, Mr. Haoyuan waved his fist to the void in a refreshing mood: "It's cool!"