The City of Night, as the promised land of Fury, is being affected by Tang Ji's growth. The Fury movement was initiated the moment Tang Ji was angered on the moon.
The scope of the Rage Movement was very wide, and the entire Night City area, as well as the surrounding edge towns and several traffickers' camps, were all affected.
What Rickard Ndom saw at the border checkpoint was only the aftermath of the ending, but even so, he was still greatly shocked.
He had been forced to participate in survival games before, but he had never seen that scene before.
Whether it was street fighters trying to escape or citizens organizing themselves, at the moment of the exchange of fire, what they vented was the purest anger.
One side is angry because they have been oppressed for many years, and the other side is angry because they were driven out of Night City in such an embarrassing manner.
Although Rickard did not know the identity of his Scarlet Disciples, he was still sensitive to the emotions related to anger in those people.
This made him very reserved after entering the city. He didn't even dare to blow the horn when crossing the road.
From time to time on both sides of the road, he saw the blood stains of sanitation workers on the clear road. The patrol cars of the law enforcers would go as fast as they could, constantly overtaking other cars in order to rush to their destination quickly.
Rickard could feel the impatience and exhaustion of the law enforcers through the vehicle. His first impression of the city was like this, a barrel of ignited powder keg. No one knew when it would really explode.
With this uneasy feeling, Rickard drove the car all the way to the Night City branch of the FBAS Bureau.
"How can I help you?" The sweet-looking receptionist wore an inappropriate body armor outside his suit, and a heavy pistol hung under his arm, as if he was ready to kill visitors at any time.
Rickard was stunned for a few seconds before speaking under the scrutinizing gaze at the front desk: "I have an appointment. My name is Rickard Endom, and I am the new field agent here for internship."
Hearing what Rickard said, the receptionist's attitude immediately relaxed. She smiled at Rickard, and then said: "Wait a minute, I need to check your appointment and leave a blood sample here. You know we
In this business, it’s sometimes not safe to just look at your face.”
"Yes, leave a blood sample here so that I can see that the blood is indeed flowing from your finger. Okay, go sit over there and wait. The blood sample verification will take at least fifteen minutes." The front desk pointed to the waiting area.
Chair: "If you haven't had lunch, you can go to the Big Jim's chain of burgers on the right side of the door. They are our cooperative enterprise. Agents can get a 50% discount on their purchases. Just leave your name."
"Thank you, but I can't. I'll just wait here." Rickard refused the kindness of the front desk. He was worried that he would be shot on the way to the hamburger restaurant.
Although he is not sensitive to bullets now, the thinking pattern formed over a long time still binds Rickard to the persona of a good gentleman who does not cause trouble.
However, this fiery city will not treat any Scarlet Disciple badly, and this furious feast is prepared for them.
Just as Rickard was walking towards the waiting area, a road rider riding a heavy motorcycle walked into the lobby of the FBAS Bureau.
The thick tempered glass shattered instantly under the power of the motorcycle. The cavalry roared and rushed to the front desk. The knight held the handlebar in one hand and a DS-1 pulse submachine gun in the other hand and began to shoot down the hall.
Rickard saw the front desk activating the alert procedure in a panic, and then huddled directly behind the circular reception desk at the front desk.
He touched it just now, and that thing was made of all metal...
At this time, there were more than a dozen citizens in the entire hall who were waiting to handle business, nearly half of whom were newly awakened people who came to register, and there were also seven or eight FBAS Bureau staff, including four security personnel and one cleaning staff.
Everyone seemed to have been trained to do so. They immediately lowered their heads and searched for bunkers as quickly as possible. The good news is that this is the FBAS Bureau hall, and there are bunkers everywhere.
The bad news is that the only person who reacted a little too late was Rickard Endom himself. He felt as if he had been bitten by some insect three times. He lowered his head in shock and found that he had been shot three times.
Rickard regarded his mobile phone as a throwing object and threw it with great force. The huge force caused the mobile phone to instantly turn into a pile of fragments on the knight's helmet, and the knight himself seemed to have been hit by a hammer, and his whole body fell backwards.
It flew away, its neck twisted to an angle that was difficult for normal people to twist, and it was already a corpse when it landed.
But this was not the end. Two seconds after the body landed, an explosion suddenly occurred. The shock wave sprayed out a large amount of debris and black smoke along the glass door that was smashed by the motorcycle.
Rickard stood there and kept throwing his cell phone, feeling that his whole body was numb. He suddenly felt that those bastard members of Lost Paradise didn't need to spend a lot of money to play such a survival game in the contaminated area of Ohio. They could just do it in the contaminated area of Ohio.
Enjoy better services for free in Night City.
"Is anyone injured?" The front desk person had a calm expression. He patted his office area with a folder and cleaned up the dust and debris: "If you are injured, go to the Public Relations Department on the second floor to fill out the application form."
Hospital, otherwise the FBAS Bureau will not bear any costs!"
"That new guy, you too, remember to go to the Public Relations Department and leave your mobile phone model number. You haven't joined the job yet, so you can't go for internal reimbursement." The front desk returned to his seat and gave Rickard a thumbs up:
"By the way, great job. You will definitely be able to adapt to the bureau's work style."
"Thank you?" Rickard Endom sighed as he watched the cleaners start to clean up the corpses and the mess caused by the explosion, while the security personnel hurriedly ran outside to check on other people, and the citizens in the waiting area were
They all returned to their previous positions and waited calmly...
These people acted as if nothing had happened just now. Rickard felt like a squirrel that had strayed into the lion's territory and was incompatible with it.
Although his squirrel is an enhanced version of Popeye, in his heart, he knows that he is different from the people here. He is not a lion.
Although he also killed many people, he only killed those people after Rickard was sure that the other party was innocent. The death of each club member made him feel as if he was a little more complete.
But the people here are different. They are used to this kind of pace of life and the big scenes just now...
Fifteen minutes later, Rickard finally waited for the matching results of his blood sample, and then entered the elevator under the escort of four heavily armed superhuman agents.
Since Rickard had just killed an intruder wearing a Level 3 safety helmet with a mobile phone on the first floor, his security protection standards had been raised.
These days, those who can reach the position of branch director in the FBAS bureau are all wise and courageous people, especially the Night City branch, which is a treasure trove of positions that coexist with opportunities and risks.
Because of Tang Ji's existence, the people of Night City are very receptive to the "Superhuman Registration Act". In addition, the awakening rate of superhumans in Night City is much higher than that of other cities, and the population base is large. The direct result is that
The extraordinary level of parahuman agents and agents of the Night City Bureau.
It can be said that the agents and agents exported by the Night City Branch support half of the FBAS Bureau. With such a group of proud soldiers, the director above either has an extraordinary personality charm or has a powerful personal ability.
Of course it's best to have both.
Rai Wade is such a ruthless character. He is not only a superhuman, but also a well-trained professional soldier. Before his awakening, he had been responsible for the training of the military technology special strike team.
When he naturally awakened into a Red Samurai-type superhuman, Rai became one of the best killing machines in the world. He was also proficient in decapitation tactics and had a deep understanding of all mainstream weapons on the market.
Thanks to Tang Jisui's lack of demand for secular power, Mikkelsen did his part to place his best chess pieces in this position.
But Rai Wade is still doing his old job in the Night City Branch, responsible for training new employees. The actual work of the branch is all handled by the deputy director. As for who the deputy director is, there is almost no need to ask this question. Just take a look at that
You can tell by the identical faces of Zhang and the deputy warden of the Central Prison.
Rye Wade and the disguised Mikkelsen sat behind a huge desk. Looking at Rickard being escorted in, Rye waved his hand, and the four superhuman agents closed the door and guarded the room.
outside.
This made Rickard feel as if he was being imprisoned. He looked at Rye Wade, who was wearing a tactical suit and immediately looked at him up and down, and introduced himself cautiously.
"We know your situation, Rickard Endom, and we have a task for you." Mikkelsen was wearing a black windbreaker, as if he was in COS Tangji: "We need you to protect Tangji."
"Who to protect?" Rickard felt as if his brain suddenly dropped the frame and he couldn't hear what the other party said clearly.
"You heard it right, we need you to protect Tang Ji." Mikkelsen emphasized again, although he himself felt awkward when saying such words: "The situation is a bit special. The adult wants to go to the special zone.
But due to various reasons, he cannot reveal his presence in the special zone, so someone needs to be his anger translator to prevent him from suddenly getting angry and lighting up the entire special zone."
This was an idea that Mikkelsen came up with on the spur of the moment. He couldn't just throw Tang Ji into the Special Zone and expect him not to cause trouble in the Special Zone.
Find a powerful bodyguard to ensure that Tang Ji doesn't have to take action himself, and test whether the Scarlet Disciples have a lethal effect on players. This is undoubtedly killing two birds with one stone.
If everything goes well and the Scarlet Disciples can cause real damage to players, then the future of mankind may not be able to turn against the wind. If not, they will continue to execute according to the previous plan.
At the same time, this is also a test to see if there will be any change in the abilities of the Scarlet Disciple when he is next to the furious deity.
Mikkelsen is full of expectations for the only two scarlet disciples. One Tangji may only be a deterrent, but what if there is a second or third one?
Players will have to face up to the counterattack and hematopoietic capabilities of this world, and by then humans will have unprecedented initiative.
It is no longer a luxury for players to stay in the special zone and operate within the rules of restricted rights.
"What should I do?" Rickard asked with some guilt. He felt like a shameless person who bought a pirated disc and wanted to get the movie star's autograph.
"It's very simple. Whenever Tang Ji wants to do something, you do it for him. When he wants to curse, you curse for him." Mikkelsen explained: "Of course, the latter is just a hypothesis, and Tang Ji doesn't like it very much.
curse."
"Why me?" Rickard finally asked the question in his mind. He had been full of speculation about the connection between himself and Tang Ji: "Because of this?"
A gray-black flame bloomed at Rickard's fingertips, but it was very unstable and seemed likely to go out at any time.
"Of course, otherwise what other reason could there be?" Mikkelsen looked at Rickard with a look that looked like he was mentally retarded: "Is it because you have killed more than 30 minor characters in a row that we can't kill directly?"
Hearing what Mikkelsen said, Rickard's face froze, and he asked with disbelief: "So the hacker my friend paid for, he is you..."
"Otherwise? Two hundred and fifty thousand to package the personal information of thirty-four corporate executives? Do you think the Internet is a wholesale market?" Mikkelsen finally smiled: "That is a meeting gift for you."
"You lend me my hand to solve the target, and you still charge my money?" The flames on Rickard's hand suddenly swelled: "I mortgaged my house to the bank!"
...
Tang Ji frowned as he saw Wu Qianying preparing a complete set of disguises for him in front of him. These clothes were mainly brown, and the main material was strong and stain-resistant.
There was an old baseball cap on his head, the edge of the cap was badly worn and the forehead padding inside was exposed.
A pair of thick tactical eyepieces served as a cover to block Tang Ji's sight, and also prevented anyone or surveillance from determining his identity.
Rickard was standing behind Tang Ji, wearing a ginger-yellow trench coat that looked a little bloated.
"This is your angry translator. Control your emotions and let him handle anything." Wu Qianying said in Tang Ji's ear: "By the way, keep an eye on the players' reactions."
Hearing the word "angry translator", Lao Wang who was standing aside burst out laughing. He looked at Tang Ji with a teasing look: "Do you need any more translators?"
"You can be my itinerary translator." Tang Ji's words made Wang Zhengdao unable to laugh, because he was really...
"Listen to me, you just go and take a look, don't interfere with the order there." Mikkelsen finally emphasized: "Otherwise, if you are found, we will appear very passive."
"We still need to be patient for a while, believe me, now is not the time." Mikkelsen warned again worriedly: "Don't fight with others!"