Tang Ji had to admit that because of his growth in strength, his originally keen intuition was becoming 'dulled', and those 'dangers' that posed little threat to him were no longer able to touch his intuitive perception.
Moreover, the opponent's first target was not Tang Ji, but Rogge sitting next to him.
"Thanks to the end of the world that destroyed human civilization, we created such a large number of stupid young people. Otherwise, those people would probably not be able to find a gunman who dared to attack you." Rogge looked at the bullet, looking like he was watching a good show.
Expression: "I guess it's a stupid trick of the old and young men in the Valentino Gang who have no choice but to take a gamble that you are a fake."
"Are they so afraid of me now?" Tang Ji did not deliberately hide his amnesia in front of Rogge, and it was not necessary.
"You almost scared them to death in the years before the Apocalypse, okay?" Rogge glanced at Tang Ji and asked before the next round of attacks came: "Have you lost a lot of memory? Why do you ask this?
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"Everything in the world is unpredictable." Tang Ji smiled, carried Rogge out of the car, ripped off the front door, and threw out the bodyguard and driver who had narrowly escaped death.
Tang Ji glanced at the direction where the bullet came from, and his excellent vision allowed him to directly see the sniper four hundred meters away, as well as the shock in the opponent's eyes.
Obviously the sniper didn't know who his target was or what his opponent's strength was. He just regarded this as an ordinary mission until the opponent bounced away the bullet he shot.
The sniper turned around and ran away without saying a word. At the same time, he cursed his employer bloody in his heart.
Upon seeing this, Tang Ji placed Rogge at the entrance of a nearby sewer: "I'll go for a walk and save myself from trouble for a while. Are you able to protect yourself?"
"Before you came, I had lived in this wasteland for twenty-five years and had never been assassinated. Who would want to murder an old woman like me?" Rogge touched his waist and took out a hand.
Qiang complained: "Have you never considered that I am almost seventy years old now? Can't I move more gently?"
"Roger, you're not that old. Stop complaining. The respect I have for you is almost exhausted." Tang Ji joked. Rather than meeting up with his team members, meeting Rogge allowed Tang Ji to find his way back.
There was a little joy in meeting old friends again.
At least, during Tang Ji's time as a law enforcer, there were several cooperations between them.
Of course, the reason why Tang Ji is qualified to cooperate with Rogge is mainly because of the old man's face.
"Go away, I have no problem!" Rogge coughed a few times, loaded the pistol, and urged Tang Ji to resolve the matter quickly: "I also want to have dinner at the Heywood Shelter. They have a chef who can cook mice.
The meat is very authentic.”
"Stop talking about Roger."
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! That's Tang Ji! We're finished! It's really him!" A few hundred meters away, a man who looked no more than forty years old yelled and cursed as he ran into a nearby tunnel.
, several armed guards followed behind.
"Shut up, Devin!" Not far in front of him, there was another man in a suit, slightly older, suppressing the fear in his heart and whispering: "Have you forgotten! He can hear this!
It’s not a safe distance!”
The man's words immediately silenced the tunnel. Both of them were middle-level cadres of the Valentino Gang who had gained fame before Tianqi. After entering the shelter, they entered the dormant chamber by drawing lots.
After being awakened again, although some of the old people have retired, they still have to compete with the newcomers who have just emerged, so Jarn Gratton, who can provide more opportunities, becomes the best choice.
And now, Jain Gratton is dead, just scared to death in his luxury apartment by the new news. The two people can't understand Jain's choice, but they don't want to die without knowing it.
Everyone knows how powerful Tang Ji is, but people will definitely choose to take risks as long as they still have a chance in the face of death. They did not try to fight against Tang Ji, but wanted to take a gamble that Tang Ji was fake.
They lost the bet.
Not only is Tanguy real, but he has not experienced the days of being tortured by players and Mikkelsen. He is still the law enforcer Tanguy, with an instinctive enthusiasm for things on the streets.
Boom!
There was a sudden collapse sound above the tunnel, and the several bodyguards running in front were swallowed up by the rubble almost instantly. At this time, they were less than a hundred meters away from the rail car they had arranged for themselves.
The man in the suit saw a beam of light in the smoke and dust. It was the light coming from the surface. Someone penetrated the surface and jumped in directly.
Who else but Tang Ji can do this?
The man in the suit probably took a second to think about what was happening to him, and then he shot himself in the head with a pistol without hesitation.
Tang Jiyou did have enough time to stop him from doing this, but he just stood there and watched it all happen.
This was his last kindness to these people, and he liked the struggle and decision-making shown by these people at the last moment. They had been making choices all their lives, and finally made the last choice at the cost of their own lives, just like a reincarnation.
But the other planner behind the man in the suit did not have the courage to pull the trigger. He tried, but failed.
Tang Ji saw the expression on his face change from despair to dullness, and then after a few seconds of daze, he realized that Tang Ji had not killed him directly, then from dullness to surprise, and then from surprise to fear, obviously thinking of
He learned about those horrific legends about Tang Ji and the prosthetic doctor who was thrown at the door of the hospital.
Even Tang Ji has never seen such a change of face several times. What's more interesting is that until now, Tang Ji still doesn't know why these people are so sure that he will kill them without any reason.
Tang Ji always thought that he was a reasonable person, but obviously, in the eyes of these people, he had a different image.
Under Tang Ji's half-smiling inspection, the man could no longer bear such pressure, and once again mustered up the courage to pick up the pistol, intending to kill himself.
It's a pity that Tang Ji became curious about them now. He raised his hand and knocked away the pistol, and then asked, "What's your name? Maybe I still have some impression."
"Mr. Devin McDonald." Devin replied with a trembling voice, and then completely collapsed: "Please don't kill me, I am willing to explain anything! I know who is doing business with the player!"
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Tang Ji almost couldn't control the expression on his face. He himself didn't expect to be here, getting news about the player at this time.
"It was Ma Long who introduced us!" Devin knew that his life was hanging by a thread, and he was afraid that he would suddenly die in the next second, so he said a key name first without hesitation.
It was definitely enough for Devin to climb to his current position. He knew that if he hesitated, Tang Ji might not kill him right away, but the mysterious Mr. Malone would probably not hesitate.
Although they had only met a few times, Devin had a very deep impression of Ma Long. Each time he used a different identity, sometimes he was a man, sometimes he was a woman, sometimes he made an appointment to meet in Vault 97, sometimes he was...
Meet at the eclectic Heywood Shelter.
They even met Mr. Malone once in a raider camp and avoided a nasty fight.
In Dewen's mind, Mr. Malone is undoubtedly a man with great supernatural powers, but he still cannot compare with Tang Ji.
"How long have you been doing business with players? Where are they active?" Tang Ji frowned. This was the second time he came into contact with news related to players, and it didn't take long for him to wake up from the dream.
Obviously, the Apocalypse Plan failed, and it failed completely.
"Less than two months." Devin looked around uneasily, as if he was afraid that Mr. Malone would suddenly appear from somewhere, and said quickly: "The location is different every time. We have never seen the player directly.
In the trade with the looters, the goods are basically slaves. The reason why we know that the other party to the transaction is a player is because it was an accident. A player arrived before the looters took away the slaves."
"Very good, you can survive for the time being." Tang Ji smiled. He liked smart people, especially smart villains.
As he said before, he always likes to deal with this kind of people. They always like to say at the beginning that they can provide information, but they want to know what they can get.
He really enjoyed dealing with them, these scumbags often made him laugh out loud, and they always ended up saying they were glad to be helpful.
As if he would spare them because of this humor.
When Tang Ji returned, Roger was helping her bodyguard bandage his wounds. His face was covered with fragments of car glass.
"Devin McDonald?" Rogge glanced at Tangji's captive and shrugged: "Who else can I expect? Everyone in Night City is thinking about the business of you idiots."
"We are not that low-end, we are doing business with players!" Devin was now worried that others would not know about this. If possible, he would even want to advertise it throughout the city.
This secret that they once guarded has now become a reminder. The more people know about it, the more inconspicuous he will become.
Rogge looked at this somewhat crazy man in surprise. She did not expect that this group of people would have such courage, because she had determined from her intelligence channels long ago that there were meters in almost every shelter.
Coulson's doppelgänger exists.
Under such circumstances, if these people still dare to play like this, they may have been blacklisted long ago, right?
Moreover, Rogge had not heard anyone say the word player for almost twenty years, and now, within an hour of meeting Tang Ji, she heard the word again.
"Look at the good things you have done!" Rogge kicked Devin, not knowing who he was talking about.
But after all, Rogge is still Rogge, a big shot in Night City. Less than ten minutes after the signal flare was fired, another car appeared and sent Tang Ji and the four of them to their original destination.
Heywood Shelter.
The current overseer of Heywood Asylum is Blake, a member of the League of Gentlemen and a loyal ally of John Fleming.
At this time, Blake was already ready to welcome Tangji. He opened the door of the shelter, pulled up Edward's dormant chamber, and placed it in the awakening room.
When Edward went into hibernation, he was almost seventy years old. The main reason why he chose to go into hibernation was that John Fleming was worried that one day in the future, Tanguy would blame him when he came back.
Edward once said that Tanguy was not that kind of person, but Fleming had met countless people in his life, and he knew that people would always change.
"Don't forget it's the end of the world. What if when he comes back, all the people he knows are gone? Can you bear to leave him alone?" John Fleming's words finally made Edward accept the option of entering the hibernation chamber.
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But today, the original efforts have paid off.
"Tangji, it's so nice to see you again!" Blake personally greeted him outside the shelter, but it was a pity that Tangji didn't recognize him at all.
Even if Tanguy didn't lose his memory, he couldn't remember Blake. They only met once in Gaul, but at that time neither party expected that there would be such a moment in the future.
Tangji shook hands with Black and forced a smile on his face: "Is Edward here?"
When Blake nodded, the smile on Tangji's face finally became sincere.
When the world became unrecognizable, the old man always stood there like a needle in the sea, allowing Tang Ji to find some comfort.
"Please follow me, Mr. Tanguy. I have started the awakening process in advance. In about forty minutes, Mr. Edward will wake up." Black emphasized: "Because Mr. Edward is older, the whole process will be more complicated.
slow."
"How is his physical condition? How are the doctors here?" Tangji asked as he followed Blake inside. It was related to Edward's health. Even if he was furious, he could only be as uneasy as a mortal.
Surte said that Edward rejected all offers to become a superhuman to increase his lifespan. He had his own insistence.
"The awakening process will not put too much burden on the body. Didn't I wake up normally?" Rogge comforted Tang Ji: "You should be more worried that he will become your weakness after waking up."
Tang Ji didn't answer this question. He didn't want to think too much now. He just wanted to see Edward as soon as possible.
"It's already started. All indicators are normal." A doctor hurriedly walked out of the recovery room and whispered beside Blake. His eyes glanced at Tangji from time to time, as if he wanted to cut something off and go back to study.
"You can go in now, Mr. Tang Ji." The doctor was a little confused by Tang Ji: "He can hear you if you speak now, but he may not be able to hear you clearly."