The people of Night City don't play tricks. Even if there is no impact from the rage, the Valentino Gang is planning to take action. This time, the sudden impact of the rage is just a trigger.
Under Gusvoort's order, the commandos of the Valentino gang surrounded them from all directions with a large number of street fighters, intending to give these refugees who did not know the heights of the world a shock in the Night City.
They came with guns, and none of them had any scruples about opening fire and killing people.
But the first shot was fired by the demonstrators. A street fighter who was shot in the chest looked down at the blood on his chest in shock, trying in vain to catch something, but in the end he couldn't catch anything.
Although someone immediately took out a medical injection and tried to treat the wounded, the bullet penetrated the heart of the deceased accurately, leaving no room for rescue.
Tang Ji witnessed all this happening, but he did not stop it from happening.
Tang Ji felt a rare sense of confusion. This was a conflict with no victims and with perpetrators. No matter what signs they held, the only needs in the hearts of those demonstrators were actually the desire for survival and safety.
Their hearts were filled with anger. Why was Night City so lucky to be saved from crises again and again? Why did Tang Ji love this city so much?
Why am I so unlucky that I have to leave my hometown and not even have a place to stay in Night City? I watch them build a strong underground shelter for myself every day, and I have to suffer the threat of death?
The same is true for the members of the Valentino Gang. They also have the flame of anger burning in their hearts. Most of their industries have been shut down due to the impact of the war. The life of the bottom of the gang is much harder than before.
In the past, everyone risked their lives to get ahead, but now they risk their lives just to have enough to eat. The gap is huge.
And they spent so much money on which shelter to build. Of course they were resentful, because many people might starve to death before the shelter was built.
However, at this time when everyone is tightening their belts and living a hard life, there are still a group of immigrants who want to eat and drink for free and live in the shelters they built for free. Why?
They must bleed into rivers today!
The exchange of fire between the two sides reached a climax almost instantly. Many demonstrators were shocked to see their companions suddenly taking out guns from their pockets, firing skillfully and finding cover, while they themselves were knocked down like wooden stakes.
land.
"Help me! I don't want to die!" A demonstrator who was shot in the thigh asked for help from his companion who was hiding behind a concrete pillar. He kept wailing, but his companion was indifferent.
"Please, I have money and I have children, please help me!" The wounded man tried his best to crawl forward, but saw his companion taking off his windbreaker, revealing a tactical uniform with a bulletproof vest underneath, and gave him a bared smile.
"I will not accept rescue services that are less than 500 federal dollars each time. Payment in cash." The mercenary stepped forward vigorously and dragged the wounded man's neck, dragged him back to the bunker, and then showed him a payment receipt.
Code: "Five hundred, thank you."
"Now?" The wounded man covered the bloody hole in his thigh with force, his voice trembling: "I'm almost dead!"
"According to your current bleeding volume, you can last at least three more minutes. You'd better hurry up, because this payment code is only valid for thirty seconds. I will throw you back when the time is up." The mercenary said with a smile, and at the same time
Outcrop fired several shots to suppress the Valentino gang on the opposite side.
"By the way, I have treatment needles, which cost 15,000 each. The field first aid fee is also 15,000. If you give me 30,000 federal coins, I can reduce your 500 rescue service fee." The mercenary lowered his head.
He glanced at the time and frowned: "You still have twelve seconds, my friend."
After saying this, the mercenary stood up and fought back again. The sound of falling bullet casings was clear and sweet, but to the ears of the demonstrators, it was like the countdown of his own life.
"Damn it, don't do this to me with my phone!" The protester found in despair that a corner of his phone had been torn to pieces by bullets in the attack just now. Even if it wasn't broken just now, it was now soaked with his own blood.
But the demonstrators soon discovered that the mercenary did not rush them. He was dead. A bullet entered his brain from the left cheek and passed directly out from the right side. This wound was enough to prove how serious it is to not wear a helmet.
Dangerous behavior.
The demonstrator ignored the screams. He almost immediately remembered that the other party had just said that he had a medical needle.
"You can only provide services for free now, man! Thank you very much!" The demonstrators laboriously searched the pockets on the corpse.
A man in a suit and tie stood in a high-rise building only six hundred meters away from Tang Ji's apartment. He watched all this happen with satisfaction. He picked up the champagne in his hand and said to the others behind him: "Cheers, everyone, our
The preliminary plan has been successful, and today is just the beginning. If everything goes well, we can all get titles in the new world. To hell with Phoenix City and Sanctuary, we are not astronauts, nor are we rats!"
The crowd behind the man immediately started drinking and drinking. They were not naturalized people, they were just minions who had been promised by the naturalized people, but these minions were rich and powerful.
Yes, it sounds quite sad, but as players continue to gain advantages on battlefields around the world, the world's conventional military forces have been beaten to pieces and treated like dogs by players.
Those naturalized people who were once suppressed and were still alive can't wait to jump out and cheer for themselves or their parents' correct choice.
Although they did not know the existence of the Apocalypse Plan, Mikkelsen's previous behavior of continuously hoarding radioactive raw materials was too directional. They tried to prevent Mikkelsen's annihilation plan by delaying the construction progress of the shelter.
They naively thought that Mikkelsen really cared about this.
But the news that Mikkelsen wanted to destroy the world spread all over the place among the naturalized people. For a time, Mikkelsen also had opponents within the coalition.
Not everyone has the courage to die with the enemy. Mikkelsen knows very well that the reason why many people in the coalition have the courage to resist until now is simply because they are not the ones who really face the players.
On November 14, 2057, a recall meeting for Mikkelsen was secretly held at the coalition headquarters in Washington. Some federal generals and European Union generals planned to hold a small meeting to communicate with each other.
Then at the conference a few days later, Mikkelsen was ousted from the position of commander-in-chief of the coalition forces.
The reason why Mikkelsen knew so clearly was because three of the nineteen generals present at the meeting were his clones.
He almost participated in the entire meeting with great interest, and put forward several very feasible suggestions in different capacities. After all, it was not the first time that he had hit himself.
The Apocalypse Project has completed all preparations, and Mikkelsen is just waiting for the completion of shelters in various places out of humanitarianism, but this humanitarianism is mainly to consider the mood of those collaborators, not himself.
After the coalition has experienced repeated failures, the existence of the coalition has proven to be a failed method of confrontation. Mikkelsen can accept the result of being impeached. If it is just what the naturalized people want to see, he is even willing to cooperate.
Act out a Tokyo trial and hang yourself.
What he needs to do now is to try his best to hide the existence of the Apocalypse Plan. Of course, it would also be good if he can kill Markarian's old rival before that.
Now, the time has come for Markarian to die. Even if there is a new manager on the player's side, it will be difficult for him to smooth out the world before the Apocalypse Plan.
So, it's time.
"This is all the information we currently have about Markarian. The memory copy of Saburo Arasaka is working closely with Markarian to establish his position in the new era." In Mr. Edward's apartment, Mi
Coulson met Tang Ji again: "The location is not accurate enough, so we need all your team to participate. How about treating it as a farewell party?"
"Sounds good, I'll join." Tang Ji nodded. He seemed a little depressed recently and had been accompanying Tang Anran.
He has decided to temporarily store Tang Anran in Amaropati and leave the earth, a place of right and wrong, even though he cannot trust Mikkelsen, and even though he does not know how long it will take for humans to land on the moon again.
But compared to the dangers he may suffer if he stays on Earth, as long as he is alive, Tang Anran will be safe in Amaropati. Mikkelsen will not take the risk of becoming his mortal enemy and do anything detrimental to Tang Anran.
thing.
A simple, but heavy choice.
The three people he loves most are one who is going to the moon, one who is stationed at the Lost Mountain Base, and one who insists on living in the shelter in the Heywood District with other Night City people.
Edward was very stubborn in this regard.
Although his face is now covered with scratches and he doesn't look serious at all, he still wants to use his own life as a bet to let more people live.
Edward was worried that if he went to the moon or Lost Mountain, the shelter here would not be built. Tanguy would not do such a thing, but Mikkelsen would definitely do it.
The mature Edward knew what kind of person Mikkelsen was after just a few contacts with him, but he did not put more pressure on Tang Ji. He was already burdened with too much.
He just hoped that his weight would be heavy enough that Mikkelsen would be willing to give the people here a way out in order to consider Tanguy's reaction.
But such a great Edward was wiping disinfectant on his face at this time. When the original rage aroused emotional resonance throughout the whole process, the old man was consulting a beautiful girl on the techniques of maintaining youth, and then the bad-tempered girl suddenly became wild.
What happened to the old man was just an episode. What was really important was that Edward reacted almost immediately and asked: "Since you plan to kill the player leader, is your countdown almost here?"
Mikkelsen didn't speak, just shrugged to Tangji and left a message: "Then gather at the ECS building in four hours. You are responsible for informing your people, and I will make other preparations."
The so-called other preparations are for mobilizing troops and generals. Mikkelsen has given up on fighting for the frontal battlefield, so he must regain his position in the space assault battle.
He has always maintained that human civilization can be destroyed, but human beings cannot be slaves or toys. Human civilization can die, but it must be with dignity.
This time, Hunt for Markarian, he gave all players a parting surprise.
Markarian is now in Neon, and he was invited. This is the first time in mankind that someone has invited Markarian as a player representative in an official capacity of a country's political power.
Markarian came to keep the appointment, but it was not at the time and place agreed by the Emperor Neon. At the same time, the person he met was not the Emperor himself, but Saburo Arasaka.
Or should we say it's Saburo Arasaka's digital life form? Markarian is very interested in the complete artificial human in front of him. He looks human, but in fact he is a kind of biochemical righteous person that is very different from a clone.
It can be used to carry Saburo Arasaka’s digital consciousness.
"The news that I came to Neon must have been leaked to Tangji and his gang by now, right?" Markarian complained with some emotion.
This world is indeed very special. He has been to so many worlds and dealt with so many special problems, but this world is still unique and special, even if Tang Ji and those who are proven to be related to Tang Ji are not included, they can cause harm to players.
Real damage, the resistance of this world is also very violent.
It is one of those rare worlds where the entire world is mobilized to fight against the players. Before this, Markarian had only encountered resistance on such a scale in the water world, and that world had sacrificed the land civilization of the surface world.
After successfully decoupling, what about the world?
"There is no way, there is always someone who thinks they are right. No one can control other people's thoughts." Saburo Arasaka was halfway through his words when he remembered the existence of jealousy.
The existence of jealousy proves that what he just said is nonsense. If he can grow up, he must be able to achieve the feat of one person becoming a country, right?
"Mr. Markarian, we talked last time about the matter of ex-alienation and motherhood. I don't know about you." Saburo Arasaka asked humbly. That was the condition he negotiated with the player when he was still alive, but he never got it.
In response, now that he is dead, I don’t know if the digital soul can be redeemed.
But while the two were talking, the bodyguard guarding the door suddenly opened the door and walked in.
"Baga! Get out!" Saburo Arasaka was interrupted at the most critical place. He immediately became angry and wished he could just kill this bodyguard who didn't understand the rules.
However, the bodyguard stood there motionless, his eyes seemed to have no focus. He looked at Markarian with a somewhat distracted look and smiled twistedly: "I saw you, Markarian."
Markarian immediately felt the danger, the other party was mind controlled!