Tanguy must admit that Rodriguez's site looks much neater than the first floor. At least it looks like a real hospital.
The ground is clean and reflective, the walls on both sides are painted blue and white, and the corridor is empty.
However, Tang Ji was not worried about anyone being able to escape. All the exits were on the first floor. This pet hospital didn't even have a window starting from the second floor and going up.
The Rodriguez gang never thought about the possibility of being locked up in their lair. This was the hinterland of the Valentino gang, and someone tipped off the law enforcers before they entered Fountain Street.
The only sounds in the corridor were Tang Ji's footsteps and a brisk tune he hummed.
Two gunmen suddenly flashed out from both sides of the corridor at the same time, but before they could open fire, the prelude played first, with such great power that red blood splashed all over the wall.
"Where is Rodriguez?" Tanguy's voice echoed in the corridor along with the sound of gunshots.
The room where the gunman was hiding had only two empty beds, but all kinds of life-support equipment were readily available. Tang Ji glanced at them and skipped these two rooms.
Then there were the rooms in the second row. Tang Ji could hear the rapid breathing inside through a wall.
The locked door was kicked open, and a woman in a blue uniform screamed, huddled in the corner of the room and shouted: "I didn't do anything! I didn't do anything!"
But the restrained man on the hospital bed obviously had different opinions. He had bandages around his eyes, tattoos all over his body, and a nose ring. His thick lips were spread open by rubber bites, and he was breathing heavily.
Rough.
Tang Ji used a dagger to open the rubber strap and hissed at the woman.
"Are you here to save me? I am Hawes from the Whirlpool Gang! These bastards dug out my eyes... Wu... Wu!" Hawes struggled hard, and the blood quickly penetrated
Got a bandage.
Tang Ji stuffed the gum back into Hawes's mouth. The Whirlpool Gang? He had heard of this gang before.
"Why are you still keeping him?" Tang Ji raised the woman's chin with the prelude of the gun. He had not been paying attention to this case for a while, which was inconsistent with the previous style of Rodriguez's gang.
"I don't know!" The woman explained tremblingly: "I don't know anything! I am only responsible for taking care of the people here! They pay very high wages..."
Tangji was too lazy to listen to the woman's excuses and shot her dead. With Rodriguez's caution, it was impossible for him to hire temporary workers to work here.
As for the Uzumaki gang member, Tang Ji planned to decide how to deal with him later.
The next room was empty, but the sheets were stained with blood.
The next room, and the next, and the next. Every room here has the same layout, and it seems like there are no more resisters on the entire second floor.
If it wasn't because Rodriguez had a conscience and started to consider the survival rate after surgery, it's because they started a new business, and now wealthy family members can spend money to take back their relatives who had their prosthetic limbs taken away.
What does this prove?
It proves that Rodriguez's gang no longer has to hide in hiding, they are not afraid of retaliation at all.
Tang Ji reloaded the bullets. Now he understood more and more the fun of revolver enthusiasts. Every time the cylinder was rotated and every time the trigger was pulled, it was an enjoyment that modern weapons could never bring.
It wasn't until Tang Ji reached the third floor that he finally encountered decent resistance. Large-caliber bullets were fired from machine guns, blocking the entire stairwell.
Tang Ji leaned on the corner, listening silently to the sound of gunfire, trying to determine what type of firearm it was, but he was not familiar with support weapons and could only hear the shooter's excited shouts.
If Martin were here, he could completely guess the gaps in firepower and then take countermeasures.
But this is not a battlefield, and those scum upstairs are not veterans of the war. It is probably the first time for these gunmen from the Valentino Gang to use such heavy firepower, and they are as excited as fools.
After silently counting seven or eight times, Tang Ji finally heard the sound of the firing pin hitting the air, and then went directly to the third floor.
There were at least seven or eight gunmen gathered near the stairs. The machine gun in the middle was the machine gun. Tang Ji glanced at it and saw that it was the Type 31 Defender, a well-known bad gun.
After Military Technology originally launched this weapon, only the federal army purchased a batch, and nothing happened again.
Tang Ji fired first, and the incredibly powerful bullet penetrated the two fools whose positions overlapped on the spot, leaving red and white dye all over the floor.
At this distance, Tang Ji is sure to hit every shot, not to mention the ability of [Revolver Revival]. The trajectory curve of the bullet fired by this weapon can be ignored within fifty meters.
"I'm looking for Rodriguez, where is he!" Tanguy flashed back to the previous position again, and at the same time was worried about the quality of the Valentino gang's gunmen.
It would be difficult for a gunner of this level to hold his ground in such a fiercely competitive place in Night City.
"He's not here! You're looking in the wrong place!" To Tang Ji's expectation, someone actually responded.
"Where is he?" Tang Ji took out a shock bomb from his arms, bumped it in his hand, counted two silently, and threw it into the third floor.
The shock bomb exploded before it hit the ground.
Tang Ji rushed up the steps again, firing continuously like hunting turkeys, driving the group of gunmen to escape.
He laughed loudly and pressed forward step by step. This was the vacation he wanted, a moderate amount of exercise, a moderate amount of danger, just enough pressure to activate the nerves, and a pleasant trial...
"Where is Rodriguez!" Tanguy smashed a male caregiver's thigh from behind and loaded the prelude leisurely.
"I don't know..." Before the male caregiver could finish speaking, his head was smashed.
"Wrong answer!" Tang Ji pushed open a room full of bloodstains, and a terrified Valentino helped the gunman hold a naked woman with her hands tied in front of him.
"Damn it! Rodriguez didn't come! He doesn't go to work until ten o'clock every day!" the gunman yelled nervously, scaring the woman into screaming.
"Going to work?" Tang Ji approached the gunman unhurriedly, not caring about the safety of the hostages: "That scumbag has been living a very comfortable life recently, going to work? It's interesting."
"Don't come over here! If you come over again, I'll shoot!" The gunman kept backing up and almost tripped over debris.
Tang Ji suddenly jumped forward a few meters, almost pointing his finger in the gunman's face: "Do you think I care?"
Before the gunman could react, Tang Ji opened fire.
The woman was shaken by the huge gunfire and fell silent on the gunman's body, excreting and urinating.
Tang Ji cut off the woman's restraints, patted her face, turned and walked to the next room.
This was Rodriguez's territory, and no one knew how many people had lost their lives here. Tang Ji was mentally prepared, but he was angered by the half-broken bodies soaking in the nutrient tank.