"Sir, we found an NYPD on the north side of Memorial Square. He is carrying an unauthorized high-performance precision rifle. Do we need to stop him?" The drone's camera zoomed in and projected Tang Ji on the screen of an underground command center.
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"Leave him alone, mark him as a friendly unit." The commander glanced at Tangji's file: "If Losas' people show up, use him as bait."
"receive."
"That doesn't sound good. Has someone listed us as a target?" A soft voice suddenly appeared from behind the commander.
The commander is a qualified soldier. His first reaction is to jump forward and try to distance himself. As long as he is given 0.5 seconds, he can hide behind the screen and launch a counterattack with his own gun.
However, the reality is that when the commander jumped forward, invisible thin lines cut him into seventy or eighty fragmentary parts.
"The scavengers are starting to work, the pretenders are preparing to take over the command center, and the door team is blocking the signal." A woman appeared out of thin air and stood in the position of the former commander in the horrified eyes of other soldiers. "It's time to create some fun in this world."
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Tang Ji lay down on the sniper position he had chosen before. This place used to be the signal tower of a TV station. Although it has been abandoned, it has a wide field of vision and can monitor all the surrounding places where the Losas organization may appear.
The square where they once made their declaration; the crater left after they detonated the nuclear bomb; the street where they first appeared to show the world their superhuman power.
"Are you coming? Where will you appear from?" Tang Ji said to himself, moving the scope across the target area one by one.
There are already sporadic "pilgrims" here, some are superhumans who agree with the ideas of the Losas organization, and most of them are admirers who want to become superhumans just like the bald man Tang Ji taught today.
These people seem to think that increasing contact with superhumans will increase the possibility of awakening, as if superhumans are some kind of infectious disease or radiation.
"Tangji, I saw you on the news. I know you can hear me. Give me a call." Old Man Edward's voice cut into the communicator: "Think about it and don't do anything stupid."
Tang Ji knew that what the old man wanted to say was An Ran, the chubby little guy. Thanks to the confidentiality clause of Lazarus Company, all information about Tang An Ran would be blocked.
Because of this, except for a few old colleagues who experienced the Red Sun Incident with Tang Ji, the outside world did not know that he still had a son alive.
That little guy has gone through a lot of hardships. As a father, he hopes that Tang Anran can hide well before Losas organization is completely eliminated.
He knew that if Losas really showed up, the possibility of him succeeding was really slim.
But Tang Ji had no regrets. When the crosshairs passed over the newly awakened ones with exaggerated shapes, he finally felt that his tired soul had gained some peace: "Just one is fine, I'm not greedy."
Time passed by, Tangji was like a sculpture, from sunrise to sunset, time was approaching that special point in time.
The target area in the distance is becoming more and more lively. Thousands of people gather there, and the roaring music is still piercing even from a distance of several hundred meters.
The intoxicating light shines all around, and those superhuman beings who have just awakened are showing off their little tricks, harvesting the screams and admiration of ordinary people.
"The demons are dancing wildly." Tang Ji chewed an energy bar while drinking hot water. He knew that several superhuman groups were secretly guiding the Red Sun Memorial Day gathering.
Even the Night City officials acquiesced to the existence of such gatherings to a certain extent. The newly appointed people in power did not care at all how much harm the Red Sun incident had caused to the people here.
Because a think tank group submitted a report indicating that if Night City can become the ‘Jerusalem’ in the hearts of new humans, the city’s political status will rapidly increase.
It is said that the new mayor of Night City, Luther, is interested in running for the next president. It is in his interest to show goodwill to superhumans to a certain extent.
Just as Tang Ji was thinking wildly, a low tone suddenly came from the communicator. It was the alarm from the motion detector he left on the third floor of the TV station.
Someone just passed through the third floor corridor.
Tang Ji climbed up quietly and reached out to hold the M2032 pistol. The magazine contained a special electric shock bullet, which reduced the penetration, but could release a 2A current at the moment it hit the target, causing paralysis and killing.
Target.
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"Scavenger 09, the target above you has been ambushing you behind the door and is planning to hit you hard. We have made a bet that you can't kill him without a gun."
"That's right, Scavenger 09, we found his information here. His wife died in our last operation of setting off fireworks. This is an Avenger! We bet he will kill you even if he fights for his life!"
"Don't call me damn scavenger 09, my name is..."
"No one will waste time remembering your convoluted name, Scavenger 09, hurry up and deal with your target, we still have fourteen sniper points to deal with."
"It's up to me. You don't need a gun? You bet! Let me show him how powerful he is!"
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Tang Ji leaned lightly against the wall, holding guns in both hands, intending to kill any living thing that entered the rooftop.
But the next second, the chill from the bottom of his heart appeared from behind. Tang Ji rolled forward without hesitation, and a strange cold light flashed across the place where he was before.
Then a figure wearing a black tactical uniform and holding a dagger gradually appeared in the air.
A superhuman, maybe the ability is invisibility or mimicry? Tang Ji calmly analyzed the possibility, and at the same time fired at the target with a steady hand.
In order to effectively fight superhuman criminals, Tang Ji spent several months learning the Mozambican shooting method, adjusting his shooting habits bit by bit, striving to cause more effective damage in close combat.
Three quick and accurate burst shots, the first two shots are for the chest and abdomen, and the third shot is for the head. First ensuring effective damage is caused, and then killing is the essence of Mozambique's shooting method.
But the special bullets were like hitting rubber, and bounced away in a flash of lightning.
The target has the ability to withstand small-caliber bullets, is insulated, and has composite abilities awakened? Tang Ji became excited, knowing that he had most likely caught a big fish.
Of course, his top priority at the moment was how to subdue the opponent. The moment he was sure that the bullet did not cause effective damage, Tang Ji dropped the smoke grenade he had just used in the morning, pulled down the breathing mask with his backhand, and moved quickly
Standing position.
The dagger pierced the smoke screen in the blink of an eye, leaving a scratch on Tang Ji's goggles and nailing them to the wall.
He has a slight advantage in strength, but he is not a superhuman with an enhanced physique. He has a hobby of using cold weapons? He has insulating skin? Maybe he should use another weapon to deal with...
Tang Ji moved to the right side of the rooftop in small steps, used the distribution box as a cover to hide, and took out a lightweight military flamethrower from inside.
He spent a whole year visiting the locations, preparing the battlefield, and spent more than 400,000 federal dollars on arms here.
