Tang Ji was not joking, he really planned to solve the current problem in these two days. He might not be able to solve Mikkelsen, but he could solve the gamer paradise that the film was designated as a special zone.
Wu Qianying once said that Mikkelsen is actually more difficult to deal with than Resurrection Kang in all aspects. When you kill one of his clones, the other four thousand clones will have enough time to 'replenish'
This lost clone.
Kang, the Resurrectionist, needs to wait for an unknown and distant resurrection time. In terms of efficiency alone, the gap between them is like a searchlight and a flashlight.
It's just that Mikkelsen always hides himself behind the scenes and never reveals this threat. If he is willing, when the human species goes extinct, the last 4,096 individuals may all be named Mikkelsen.
of individuals.
As long as Tang Ji imagined that scene, he felt like he couldn't sleep.
Fortunately, because of the players, the two parties have always been in a state of cooperation. However, Wu Qianying has been secretly studying everything about Mikkelsen, and Mikkelsen has also formulated countless plans against Tang Ji in advance.
Now, this situation of mutual dependence and mutual defense has been broken, and Mikkelsen suddenly jumped out and went to the other extreme.
Putting Tang Ji in the position of director of the FBAS Bureau and promoting the "Superhuman Registration Act" is undoubtedly a clever move. Tang Ji can be regarded as a spokesperson elected by the grassroots to a certain extent.
Tang Ji's toughness that goes beyond the rules, his ruthlessness towards anyone, and his hatred of evil shown in the past all make the people believe that although he is not a kind person, he is at least a person with a moral bottom line.
At this point, even those keyboard warriors who hate him, are afraid of him, and feel uncomfortable if they don’t curse twice every day, must admit that——
Four of the ten sentences spoken by the federal government and the new commander-in-chief are nonsense, three are nonsense, two are lies, and one is a curse word. But Tang Ji, what he said was carved on iron and evenly spread with blood.
If someone doesn't believe it, he'd better pray that his name never comes out of Tang Ji's mouth.
It is precisely based on this strange credibility that the "Superhuman Registration Act" was implemented, and it has remarkable effects within the federal scope.
The number of registered superhumans is increasing day by day. You can make preconceptions. All superhumans you see that actually exist but cannot find registration information are extreme anti-human elements. You are right to call the FBAS Bureau.
No one would have thought that one day, the registration information of the FBAS Bureau would be used in this way. When the federal government announced that all superhumans had the obligation to take physical forms, the reaction of the people could be imagined.
Countless people, even ordinary people who are not superhuman, have expressed their dissatisfaction and uneasiness about this.
After all, the word body does not even need to be over-analyzed. The discrimination and materialization attributes can be seen from the meaning of the word alone.
No person with dignity would want to be matched by a certain group's physical body, not to mention that this group is a superhuman group that was clamoring for privileges not long ago.
If Tang Ji was not still the director of the FBAS Bureau and the agents of the FBAS Bureau were still watching, the superhumans would have rushed onto the streets and once again let the federal government know what they really are.
Mikkelsen is lighting a fire, not just Tangji's fire, but also the fire of the entire superhuman group and the entire society. He is accelerating the chemical reaction between the world and the players, and an explosive chemical reaction will occur.
Dr. Wu Qianying, who is temporarily under house arrest in a luxurious single room on the ground floor of Lost Mountain Base, can only learn about current events through newspapers with low information content every day, which is somewhat torturous for her.
Even before awakening, Wu Qianying was the person in the world who best represented the limits of individual intelligence. She absorbed more than ten times more information from the outside world every moment of every day than ordinary people.
A professional book that would take an average person three to six months to read through may just be a distraction for her when she goes to the bathroom.
After awakening, this phenomenon became even more obvious. When Dr. Wu Qianying read the materials, half of them were read at a speed of six frames per second. Even the future omniscient Alia could barely keep up with the rhythm, and it took more than one minute.
It will cause 'pig brain overload' and requires external application of ice packs to cool down.
Trapping her in this information cocoon, with almost zero information intake every day, was the cruelest torture in the world for Wu Qianying.
"Mikkelsen, you bastard! I know you can see it! At least give me a device that can connect to the Internet!" Wu Qianying stood in the middle of the room and shouted at the central air-conditioning outlet, without grace.
"Dr. Wu, if you can cover up the noise of that simple decryptor without shouting, I might be happier." Mikkelsen's voice came over: "Is that modified from the microcontroller in the hair dryer? By the way.
Come on, the combination lock on the door is actually specially left for you to relieve your boredom. The real lock is a metal padlock with a thickened outside. The most primitive thing trapped one of the smartest people in the world. Do I have a special sense of humor?
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Wu Qianying's face turned red with anger, the temperature in her head rose sharply, and her wig began to smoke, making Mikkelsen laugh even louder.
Along with Mikkelsen's laughter, the air outlet in the room began to spray cold air at minus 20 degrees Celsius to help Wu Qianying cool down.
"What you need now is rest, Doctor. The last time you slept for eight hours was sixty-two days ago. I know that your physique has increased after becoming a superhuman, but the extent is not as exaggerated as you thought. You have been
Overdrawing your own body." Mikkelsen continued after laughing enough: "If you pay a little attention to your habits, or are willing to face your own problems, you will find that your acquisition of information and new knowledge
The salivation is no different from the poisonous insects that take in addictive compounds."
"The desire for knowledge and information is a person's ladder to the extraordinary, but if you run too fast, you will easily die from exhaustion on this ladder. This is a curse that is difficult to notice, the curse of knowledge." Mi
All the human emotions in Coulson's voice dissipated in an instant: "You should be lucky, doctor, if it were not to protect your delicate brain, I would be more inclined to use sedatives."
"Don't treat those players as fools, Mikkelsen. Maybe even Tang Ji can't hide your plan from you. You're too anxious." Wu Qianying also put away her emotional side and calmly analyzed: "Why are you
Are you so urgent all of a sudden? Tell me the variables you have hidden, I can help!"
"Not yet, doctor. I will call you when needed. Now have a good rest." Mikkelsen was offline, and the only sounds left in the room were Wu Qianying's breathing and the sound of air conditioning.
"Wait! Dead face! Gingerbread pervert! You should turn off the air conditioner before leaving!"
Outskirts of Night City
Tang Ji was sitting on the wreckage of a car beside the road. At this time, the morning sun was just rising from the horizon, rendering everything a vibrant orange.
The endless highway, the desolate wilderness on both sides, and the bustling Night City on the other end are like an oil painting handed down from generation to generation, beautiful to the last millimeter.
Tang Anran's life-saving capsule stood next to the car wreckage. Tang Ji put a hand on it, pointing at the City of Night and introducing: "Have you seen that city? You were born there and spent your life there.
In the first year of your life, that was considered your hometown."
"Now, we're going home."
An Emperor SUV with a huge trunk drove from the direction of Night City and parked next to Tang Ji. Sanada Hiroyuki's somewhat weathered face appeared through the glass.
"Don, it's not a good idea to let a stranger call me from an unknown number at three o'clock at night. I thought we were going to war with some force. The entire Tiger Claw Gang was ready for war." Hiroyuki Sanada pointed.
Bags under his own eyes: "And our actions made other gangs nervous. At least 50,000 people in the entire Night City didn't have a good sleep last night. Did you forget to bring your phone, or are you simply thinking that you are not like us gang members?"
Are you saying anything that makes you lose weight?"
"A friend who was having trouble gave my voice characteristics to the communications company, and all communications tools that recognized my voice were forced to shut down." Tang Ji's face turned dark. This was not the most extreme thing Mikkelsen had done.
thing.
That bastard also froze all his assets. Tang Ji had to step in and steal cash from passers-by to buy a bottle of water.
In order to contact Night City last night, he had to guard this road, masked himself and intercepted every passing vehicle, and then used his mobile phone to call Sanada Hiroyuki's private number while all the passengers in the car were closed.
Telephone.
Unfortunately, all the nicknames or hints related to Tang Ji were discovered due to the extremely efficient fuzzy recognition algorithm of the ghost. As a result, the first thirty-two calls were answered by Hiroyuki Sanada without any sound.
, and then was quickly hung up.
If it weren't for the fact that the private number had to remain open, Hiroyuki Sanada would have wanted to turn off his phone.
Although the subsequent twenty-seven phone calls successfully avoided the trouble of keywords and fuzzy recognition and successfully completed the communication, they still said that an old friend wanted to meet him outside the city and asked him to come alone.
In the culture of the Tiger Claw Gang, this kind of thing is considered provocative no matter how you look at it.
When Hiroyuki Sanada repeated his identity over and over again to express his anger, the innocent person on the other side of the phone was so frightened that he couldn't even speak clearly.
Before they entered Night City, they provoked the most influential gang leader in the city. As expected, there is not a single good person in Night City.
It wasn't until one of them, the happy Silly Bold, had no idea about the Tiger Claw Gang at all, that he mentioned the names Nagagusa Shiro and Koyueyaki under Tang Ji's instructions, which finally calmed down Hiroyuki Sanada, who was burning with anger.
He now knew who was playing a trick on him.
And in front of that person, he had better not have any anger at all. In fact, he did not have that anger, and he was not even qualified to light a cigarette for Tang Ji.
"What is this? Who is this?" Hiroyuki Sanada opened the trunk and looked at the life-support capsule standing on the roadside. It took him a few seconds to realize where he was last time he saw this thing.
"My son." Tang Ji placed Tang Anran safely in the trunk. The huge trunk of the Emperor SUV could accommodate two fully armed gunmen, and of course it could also accommodate a life-saving capsule.
"Who? Your son?" Sanada Hiroyuki's voice startled two passing lizards and ran away: "You have a son?"
Tang Ji's eyes immediately calmed down Hiroyuki Sanada. He turned around on the road with a little trembling, and drove towards Night City again: "Then what's his situation now?"
"It's a long story, just think of it as the beginning of my story with those players." Tang Ji adjusted his seat to a comfortable angle and gave an address: "Call me when you get there."
"Last question, Tang, what's going on in that special zone?" Hiroyuki Sanada has some knowledge of the war between Tang Ji and the players. As a member of human civilization, he also has his own curiosity.
Tang Ji was silent for a while before speaking: "I'm also very curious. My reason tells me that I should wait, but all other parts are telling me that it is an invitation from the amusement park to make a scene.
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"Don't let them be too arrogant, Tang. It took us tens of millions of years to stand up. How could we just kneel down like this?" Hiroyuki Sanada honked the horn hard and urged the vehicles in front to give way: "There are people in the Tiger Claw Gang.
Several young men have also received voluntary invitations to participate in the physical exercise. Do you want them?"
Tang Ji waved his hand and finally emphasized: "Remember to call me when you get there."
Edward was wearing pajamas, with two bare legs, holding a teacup in one hand, and an iron shotgun under his arm in the other hand. He leaned against the door and watched the Emperor SUV with a special license plate parked at his door.
.
He installed cameras at every intersection near his home and would send out warnings whenever something worthy of attention appeared.
And this privileged license plate belonging to the Tiger Claw Gang was undoubtedly one of the targets, so Edward stood guard at the door twenty seconds in advance, waiting to see which bastard didn't open his eyes.
"Don't get me wrong, I'm just doing a favor." Hiroyuki Sanada didn't want to gamble that the other party wouldn't dare to shoot. Since the Battle of Paris, Edward has almost become a taboo in Night City.
Every street fighter will be given a photo album after officially joining the industry, which contains all the guys who cannot be messed with, and the first two pages are basically "ordinary people" related to Tang Ji.
Guys like Martin Sanye and Soult naturally don't need to be reminded in the photo album. Most gang members can recognize the members of Tangji's squad just by watching online videos and know that it's best to avoid them.
The people related to Tang Ji in the photo album are either Tang Ji's former colleagues, or they are lucky people who seem to be acquaintances, such as the cleaner Tom who was lucky enough to get the key to Tang Ji's apartment.
Because Tang Ji subjectively hopes to see him live a better life, and if the scum of Night City can't contribute a little love, it's best not to cause trouble in front of others.
Among them, Edward is undoubtedly the most special one, so his photo is the cover of the album.
PS: I slept all day during the day. When I woke up, I finally felt that I had returned to normal from the sleepiness of the previous week. It was as if I suddenly woke up from a dream, and I felt quite refreshed.