Chapter 436: The lawyer who bravely breaks into the devil's cave
Tanguy didn't want to recall the negotiation with Con Orr last night, and neither did Mikkelsen. They talked twice in total, with a three-hour break in between.
The reason was that Mikkelsen failed to control his impulse, and the carpet suddenly turned into a man-eating fungus blanket, swallowed Con Orr whole, and directly crushed it into plant nutrients.
Therefore, they had to wait for more than three hours for Con. Orr to grow back from somewhere so that they could continue negotiations.
Tang Ji was very happy during the whole waiting process. He finally saw that Lao Mi had broken the defense, so he kept smiling throughout the city. Of course, Tang Ji also paid the price for this...
When Con Orr proposed to join the FBAS Bureau and become an official agent, Mikkelsen agreed to this condition before Tanguy did.
From then on, the smile moved from Tanguy's face to Mikkelsen's face.
The resurrected Kang gave full play to his inability to be killed. If God really existed, he would most likely carry the cross and peel the nails with his mouth.
In any case, Kang Orr finally got the information he wanted. He got the video of Gluttony's death. In return, he sold all the information he got from the pioneers.
Markarian is preparing for the next large-scale arrival of players. The previous demonstration city was just a small preview, but this time he will bring a truly experienced player group to the world.
No one knows where Conn Orr's information came from, but he did not lie when he swore that his information would be accurate.
Wu Qianying analyzed Kang Orr's micro-expressions through the camera, Mikkelsen was reviewing this information through his own intelligence network, and Tang Ji intuitively concluded that Kang Orr was lying.
Therefore, the new question before them is where the second large-scale arrival will be, and how the pioneers can obtain enough and strong enough bodies to make advance preparations for those experienced players.
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What happened in the demonstration city proved that if the pioneers wanted to, they could force players to come to this world despite huge losses.
But the sequelae are also obvious. If the resistance forces in this world are prepared to control the body as soon as it enters a coma, then the players who come to this world will be cannon fodder.
The FBAS Bureau was established to respond quickly at such moments. Although Tang Ji is the director of the FBAS Bureau, he is actually only responsible for coming up with ideas and managing his former team members.
In addition, he is more like a living billboard and a silent deterrent. The specific development route of the entire FBAS Bureau is actually controlled by Mikkelsen.
A large part of the FBAS Bureau's rapidly expanding branches in various places come from the local Joint Investigation Office. Mikkelsen just changed his brand and extended his power tenfold.
As for Tang Ji, he doesn't care about such secular rights at all. If such an accident hadn't happened, his desire for rights might have stopped at a certain division director of the Night City Law Enforcement Bureau.
Then he uses various methods every day to torture the social remnants that he can't stand, and uses a variety of street methods to deal with those street warriors who claim to have grown up on the streets.
If he can bring out a whole team of law enforcers who suit his taste before he retires, and inherit his career after he leaves the post, Tang Ji may become a handsome old man like Edward...
Okay, maybe not that chic. Angelina may not have such a good temper. If Tang Ji ordered drinks for other women in a nightclub like Edward did, and then used sweet words to make the other woman forget her age, she would directly
Use the shotgun to help Tangji improve his memory.
But this is all a fantasy. Tang Ji is now dealing with the official duties squeezed by the FBAS Bureau, such as the mess left by that bastard Kang Orr.
He actually has a lawyer who specializes in ensuring Kang Aur's personal interests, and that lawyer, who is as fearless of death as Kang Aur, will come to the door in twenty minutes to talk to Tang Ji personally about Kang Aur.
Mr.’s salary level and various benefits while working in the FBAS Bureau.
As a former grassroots law enforcer, Tang Ji has a natural aversion to lawyers. He cannot deny that there are indeed some saints who shine in this industry, but most of them are undoubtedly worthy of taking a bullet.
Tang Ji had many discussions with lawyers, most of which were of course the defendant. He had been sued six times, four of which were for violent law enforcement and two for neighbors who did not park properly.
Of course, considering Tanguy's previous law enforcement style, he had only been prosecuted four times. Edward undoubtedly endured a lot of pressure. This is evident from the fact that the old man's position has been mixed from division chief to street patrol law enforcer.
As for the latter, it was thanks to Angelina, who had saved Tanguy from minor neighbor disputes on God knows how many occasions with homemade baked cookies.
There are not that many amiable neighbors in Night City, but in the face of delicious biscuits and Tangji's growing "good reputation", most people are willing to learn how to be a good neighbor.
In fact, after "becoming" furious, what Tang Ji was most satisfied with was that he was freed from the constraints of secular law to a considerable extent.
The entire federation knows that he killed the former commander-in-chief of the federation. He killed more than three digits of scum in the live broadcast on the Internet. He turned the Eiffel Tower into a pile of scrap metal in front of the whole world, but no one came to him.
Trouble.
There are no new lawsuits, no new wanted orders, not even new entry restriction notices.
The entire world is rapidly adapting to the advent of a new era, and those who cannot adapt are trying their best to escape.
Therefore, when a lawyer suddenly came to negotiate terms with Tang Ji, Tang Ji felt quite strange, especially since this lawyer was hired by that bastard Kang Aoer...
"Warden, there is a lawyer outside who drove himself here and said he has made an appointment with you." Wade called Tang Ji's office himself, his tone was strange, as if he saw the real Santa Claus coming from the chimney on Christmas Eve.
It's like drilling out.
"Let him come in." Tang Ji glanced at his natural green office and suddenly felt that he was also a decent person.
"Okay, Warden." Wade hung up the phone and waved to his men who were also curious: "You all heard me, let him in!"
"I hope he didn't turn himself in." Wade shrugged at the deputy: "I bet he wasn't hired by some prisoner to negotiate parole."
"No one bets on you Wade, there are no parole regulations in the Central Prison." The deputy was not fooled, picked up the car keys on the wall, and prepared to personally lead the way to the lawyer.
Life in the Central Prison is boring. Although the most prosperous city in the world is more than ten kilometers away, these people can only leave the prison during holidays every year.
But now, there is a piece of fun coming to your doorstep, and everyone wants to get some inside information before others do.
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Saul Goodman sat in the car, straightening his tie in front of the mirror for the fifteenth time, and wiping the sweat from his temples with a tissue.
He wore his favorite suit, paired with a sky blue shirt, and a floral tie that made him look less formal, because for the big shot he was going to meet today, the law was more like a joke in front of him.
Saul is not a very famous lawyer. No, no, that would be too flattering. In fact, his status in this profession is only slightly better than that of the mailroom boy. The advantage is that he has his own law firm.
He is the only one in the entire office.
His first meeting with Con Orr was not a pleasant one. Sol was attacked from behind, put in a sack, and then knelt in front of a cemetery with a gun pointed at his head.
And the reason was simply that Con Orr was helping a drinking buddy solve a problem because he lost a bet with someone, and Saul Goodman was that problem.
Kang Orr first drunkenly babbled about how boring his life was, and then boasted a lot about how powerful his supernatural abilities were. Finally, he complained that he shouldn't have lost the gamble, and he would go after he was willing to admit defeat.
Became that drinking buddy.
A madman, this was Saul Goodman's first impression of Con Orr. He was extremely scared at the time, but soon he was no longer afraid.
That night, he saw an opportunity, an opportunity to make a lot of money, and he grabbed it...
"Hey! Barrister, follow me and follow my car." A tall and round jailer stood in front of Saul Goodman's car, looked at his face carefully, and then pointed at the airtight
The tree wall said: "Did you see those plants? If you go wrong, they won't even burp when they eat you."
Sol showed an unnatural smile and sweated more on his forehead. He drove his car carefully and followed closely behind the other vehicle. He didn't let go until the other party slowed down and waved to him to stop.
tone.
At this time, Sol's armpits were already soaked, but fortunately his dark suit concealed his embarrassment.
"That is the office building. There is only one entrance. The warden's office is on the third floor. Remember, if you go in the wrong direction, you will be responsible for the consequences." The jailer had a smile on his face, which made Thor even more nervous.
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He carried his belongings and stood at the door of the building. He turned to look at the jailer who was reversing his car to leave, and then looked at the spectacular three-dimensional jungle around him. He felt as if he had walked into the stomach of some giant beast.
Saul took a deep breath. Of course he was nervous. As a low-level lawyer, he had been to many prisons, but this was undoubtedly the most abnormal one.
Where are those damn prisoners and guards? From the moment he entered until now, the guard who just left is the only living person he has seen.
Those damn trees, damn plants, and the scary words of the jailer all made Thor feel his heart beat faster. If Kang Orr hadn't put too much pressure on himself, he would have wanted to turn around and leave now.
Thor took a breath and broke into the gloomy-looking building in front of him. The air with high oxygen content was filled with the smell of rotten fibers, which made Thor couldn't help but think of the legend about the swamp monster.
The elevator shaft, which was as empty as a bottomless pit, told Thor that he could only take the stairs to go up to the third floor... Thor whispered the address the jailer had given him, and carefully walked up the moss-covered stairs.
Because of those warnings, he didn't even dare to look at the corridor leading to the second floor.
This made Wade, who was standing in the doorway drinking coffee, almost laugh out loud. He raised his thumb to the deputy who had just spared a circle and came back from the other side. Both of them had smiles of successful mischief on their faces.
Of course, although the previous warning to Thor was just a joke by a bunch of idle prison guards, it was not unfounded. Mikkelsen did build the prison according to the standards of a war fortress.
This three-dimensional jungle exists not just to purify the air...
Finally, Saul finally stood in front of the office door with the warden's sign on it, and his back was already wet with sweat.
Sol plucked up the courage and knocked on the door, but the door covered by plants made no sound at all. Fortunately, the door opened directly, saving him embarrassment.
In a huge office of several hundred square meters, Tang Ji stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, with his back to the door. The plants outside the window had been stretched to both sides, allowing the sunlight to shine into the office, lengthening Tang Ji's shadow.
long.
Thor was very suspicious. Even if the door was made of metal, he would have to hit the person inside with a copper hammer to hear the sound from such a long distance.
Poor Saul, as a lawyer, has been to more prisons than office buildings. This is the first time he has seen a real big shot. He immediately regarded this ridiculously large office as belonging to a rich person.
A hobby used to show one's identity.
However, in fact, this is just that Mikkelsen is too lazy to plan the interior of these abandoned buildings. In addition, the number of staff in the central prison is really small, with an average of one floor per person...
"Uh, uh...Mr. Tangji, I am Kang Aoer's client...No, FVCK! I messed up!" Saul Goodman tried to behave very professionally so that he could meet him.
He put himself in an advantageous position from the beginning, but the moment Tang Ji turned around, he panicked.
"Sorry, I'm not used to being face to face with people like you, you know, that kind of..." I feel like I screwed up the initial impression.
Elephant Saul Goodman calmed down and described in a tentative tone: "The relationship between mortals and demigods?"
"I wouldn't describe myself that way, but I did kill someone who had this idea." Tang Ji thought of the jealous bastard, and a sarcastic smile appeared on his lips: "Demigod? Haha..."
"Great! Mr. Tang, in that case, you must be willing to abide by the conventional legal rules!" Saul Goodman had no intention of exploring the innermost thoughts of this demigod. He immediately used his professional advantage,
Following the pole: "Today, on behalf of my client, Mr. Kang Auer, I am here to talk to you about Mr. Kang Auer's specific treatment after joining the FBAS Bureau."
"Of course, apart from this matter, I have some other business that I would like to discuss with you in detail." Saul Goodman said as he walked quickly towards Tang Ji: "I have about one hundred and fifty in my hand.
I am a super human who hopes to join the FBAS Bureau and work for you. In addition, there are seventy-two families of inmates in your prison who have entrusted me with commutation defense. I hope to meet the clients."
As a mortal, in order for his voice to be heard clearly, he had to shout at the top of his lungs. He was very worried that his tone would show any inappropriate emotions due to his voice, causing unnecessary casualties...