I give the world destruction and new life

Chapter 103 Warm Up Night

"It's not bad, did you find someone to design it?" Tang Ji stretched his muscles and bones, and his prosthetic limbs grabbed the metal railings of the cell and forcibly opened the door.

The owner of this prison cell is a black burly man with a face full of flesh. He blatantly tattooed the imprint of the gang on the side of his face, and he is used to turning his face when he talks and looks at people.

The Death Gang can also be regarded as a local gang in Night City. It has always been entrenched in the Taiping State area. The lower-level gangs are mainly black, but the high-level gangs have gradually become Hebrew over the years. There are already large companies that have taken a fancy to the Night City Taiping State. That piece of land is gone.

Els Ben Bieber is one of the tentacles of the enterprise reaching into the dead gang. He has money and manpower, and unlike those street boys, his evil is more advanced.

Black market transactions and violent services are just appearances. The real hidden evil lies in the fact that Ben Bieber has helped the factory complete the closed loop of internal exploitation by adjusting the local usury interest rate and increasing the trading volume of addictive chemicals.

No one wants to work [-] hours a day in a harsh factory, but not if your family or you are in huge foreign debts or exposed to addictive chemicals.

Ben Bieber doesn't care about the petty profits of the one-acre three-point land, he pays more attention to the regional stability contracts signed with enterprises.

There are no unions, no labor leaders, just insensitive foremen, cold muzzles, cold blades, drunken strippers, losers who hide in bar toilets and smoke addictive chemicals.

Ironically, the imprint of the dead gang is a scythe.

Estona de Green, a key member of the death gang, his father is a member of the death gang, and so is he.

"There's someone here, bastard." Deglin put down the barbell in his hand. He was a two-meter-one-meter-tall man with explosive muscles.

If it weren't for dealing with Tang Ji, a small character like Deglin might never have the chance to sit at a table with someone like Els Benbieber in this life.

Deglin was strong and not very good at his brain, but he knew this was his chance to skyrocket.

"The good show has begun, why don't the police officers leave first? You are here, my boys are a little bit reluctant." Ben Bieber clapped his hands, and threw a few wads of money down from the second floor: "Why don't we all give How about going to have some fun by yourself?"

The prison guards in Area C glanced at each other, the remaining professional ethics disappeared under the temptation of money, and disappeared behind the iron gate one by one.

Boom!

The iron gate was closed, and Area C has completely become a free area from now on.

Tang Ji looked around the cell on his own, and frowned when he saw the debris piled up on the bed: "Forget it, I can't stand the bed you slept in."

Deglin swung a 25-kilogram dumbbell and slammed it hard at Tangy's head, but Tangy just stood still and raised his hand to grab his wrist.

The fingers of the prosthesis kept shrinking, De Gelin's fingers opened weakly, and the dumbbell made a dull sound when it fell to the ground, but Tang Ji had just begun to exert force.

As the fingers clasped tighter, De Gelin's thick wrist became visibly thinner. When Tang Ji's middle finger and thumb gradually closed together, he could even hear the sound of his bones breaking.

"Ah!!!" De Gelin screamed, bent down little by little with Tang Ji's strength, and finally knelt down in front of Tang Ji.

"It seems that our big friend is not his opponent." Els Benbieber sat on a chair and watched the good show below: "However, we have plenty of time, don't we?"

"Hehe, seeing that he was really locked in, I can finally sleep peacefully." Another man leaning on the railing looked at Tang Ji with a satisfied face: "The world is in chaos now, I don't know when A psychotic law enforcer can get us all disgraced."

The person who spoke was not a gang member, he had a bookish face, he was a senior official of the Night City construction company, Drum Wood, the only non-gang member listed on the list.

Drum's greatest hobby is abuse, and he has a big appetite. Men, women, and children can arouse his desires. He spends more than one million dollars on this every year. More than [-] street girls who disappeared for no reason were suspected and He is related.

Drum was arrested for the first time, and it was Edward who brought people to arrest him. Unfortunately, his legal team solved the problem easily. There is no key evidence that Drum has been at large all these years.

"It's best to get rid of him tonight." Drum didn't like the attitude of these gang members on this matter. In his opinion, Tang Ji below was like a wild beast out of control, completely ignoring the existing rules. Ending his life one day earlier would bring order back one day sooner.

"Don't worry." Els Benbieber watched Tang Ji beat Deglin with one punch after another: "There are 350 thugs here, and he only has one prosthetic leg that can be used as a weapon. I will send ten of them to him first. How long can he fight?"

"This is just the first day, and it's an appetizer. Not only do I want to kill him, but I also want to let everyone know that Night City is still the same Night City. If someone thinks that they can subvert the order by fighting fiercely once or twice, the end will happen." It will be miserable." Els Ben Bieber's eyes flickered with malice: "I must eliminate the influence he caused."

"I hope, I've stayed here enough, and going to prison will have too much impact on my reputation." Drum shook his head, turned and walked towards his cell: "I'll stay for another three days at most, and I'll have to Go back to the board meeting."

Tang Ji's new roommate had already fallen to the ground unconscious. He lost control of his strength and accidentally pierced his brain when the bridge of his nose broke.

This made Tang Ji a little annoyed. He felt that he shouldn't have missed, but he was really neglecting to exercise during the time he was running back and forth.

"Sorry, it wasn't aimed at you." Tang Ji dragged De Gelin's body and threw him to a corner of the cell, then tore off the sheet and covered him: "If you're lucky, you'll die tomorrow morning, and I'll regret it what you've done all your life."

There is no need for trial or investigation. All the members with the marks of the dead gang tattooed on their faces have at least three lives on their backs.

"Hey! Do you think this is over?" Another big man stood at the door of Tang Ji's cell, holding a prison guard's electric baton in his hand: "The party has just begun!"

Tang Ji sighed. He really felt that the decoration of this place was good. He originally planned to enjoy life before starting to work, but it is also a reward to have both work and entertainment, isn't it?

"You are right, carnival night, the party will not end!" Tang Ji smiled: "Who are you? What have you done?"

"When you die, I will tell you my name." Before the big man finished speaking, he was hit in the head by a barbell thrown by Tang Ji.

"I don't want to know your name." Tang Ji walked forward unhurriedly, holding Deglin's bath towel in his hand to wipe the blood on his fingers before: "I just want to know what crime you have committed?"

The big man was dizzy and wanted to stand up, but Tang Ji kicked him down again. A cold metal prosthetic limb came around from behind, strangled his neck, and pushed him forward slowly with the other hand gently behind his head. The feeling of suffocation destroyed his reason little by little.

"Have you ever killed someone?" A voice seemed to come from a long distance, and the long-lost air was finally breathed in by the hungry lungs in the next second.

The irritated lungs reacted violently, and a violent cough was squeezed out from the compressed throat, but the pressure from the front and rear tightened again in the next second, and all physiological reactions were suppressed in the body to complete.

He only felt as if something exploded in his head, a stream of heat flowed out from the ear canal, and his eyes became blurred.

Tang Ji felt a little regretful. Before he could interrogate, the prisoner's eardrum was perforated: "Does anyone know this idiot? The prisoner can't express his opinion clearly, so I can only use the method of public trial."

Tang Ji pulled up the prisoner's face so that everyone could see the flushed face clearly: "Based on the fact that he appeared here, I tend to sentence him to death. Evidence, please present it now!"

"Three, two, one! Very good, there is no objection, I announce the death penalty!" Tang Ji smiled and twisted the big man's neck, so hard that his face turned 180 degrees, and he could see his back back.

Tang Ji dragged the body and threw it beside De Gelin, pulled off the sheet just now, and covered them together: "Sorry, it may be a bit crowded tonight, you get used to it."

"The next prisoner, please come on stage!" Tang Ji stood at the door of the cell, his eyes swept across the prisoners in the surrounding cells, and there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Some of you have seen me, some of you have just heard of me, it doesn't matter, now I come Now, we have enough time to get to know each other."

Ben Bieber's face was a bit ugly. According to his plan, it was time for the third person to single out Tang Ji. This was a wheel battle, which tortured Tang Ji's body and spirit at the same time, and finally completely broke his will.

But the plan obviously couldn't keep up with the rapid changes. The first two unlucky ghosts were already lying together, and the third challenger was frightened by the scene and didn't want to go up to fight.

"Add more money." Ben Bieber waved the money stick again: "Tell them, go up and fight, the bonus will be doubled, and whoever knocks down that bastard first will get 100 million!"

Maybe it's the gold dollar stimulus that took effect, or maybe the evil flowers that bloomed in Night City don't want to see Tang Ji showing off his power here, and two thugs from different gangs stepped forward almost at the same time.

They glanced at each other, and when they were hesitating who should come first, Tang Ji hooked his hands impatiently: "Come together, the court is working overtime today!"

Tang Ji is bathed in blood. He was born on the street and grew up in the police academy. He understands the essence of both sides. Some people, you just need to look into his eyes to know what kind of person the other person is.

For example, the Rodriguez he killed before, his eyes reveal the humbleness and greed, wantonly judging other people's life and death on the operating table is the greatest joy in his life, only there can he completely lose his inferiority complex, and use God's Gesture examines the victim.

Another example is the Okanda brothers, Black Grandet is extremely selfish, accustomed to disregarding life, and even takes the opportunity to make profits, while his younger brother, the boxing champion, has degenerated into a beast. He lives only to seek spiritual stimulation.

They are the embodiment of the evil of human beings. When Tang Ji harvested them, he only had pleasure in his heart.

The thugs in front of them are another form of evil, not extreme enough, and the evil is somewhat mixed with the shining points of human nature.

They may have their own reasons, or they may have no choice but to end up on this road, living by plundering others and creating pain and chaos.

Their biggest mistake is that when faced with choices, they only choose the easiest path, but they are all adults, and they need to pay the price for their choices in the end.

Tang Ji dragged the two corpses back to the cell, piled them up where they were before, and covered them again. If life is a line made up of repeated choices, these people who have always chosen the simplest option are undoubtedly on the way to On the road to the end, I also walked faster than others.

Four corpses in 15 minutes, Tang Ji has completed the death quota of Night City Prison for a quarter after being imprisoned, and the prison guards who escorted him have not even distributed the money yet.

Now, even if Ben Bieber is willing to double the bounty, no one is willing to stand up and die. These gang elites in Night City are already feeling intimidated.

Tang Ji's unscrupulousness, Tang Ji's metal prosthetic limb, Tang Ji's ruthlessness, and the irrepressible smile hanging from the corner of his mouth all made them feel cool.

They didn't give up the idea of ​​killing Tang Ji, but at least not tonight, this was when Tang Ji was most vigilant and at his best.

These people believed that no one could eat well and sleep well in this environment, and even if Tang Ji could fight, he would continue to weaken.

Everyone emphasized in their hearts that this was not fear, but a strategic retreat.

"Boss, let's stop here today, you should take your medicine and rest, we will keep an eye on him." Ben Bieber's bodyguard saw the embarrassment of the boss, and found a step for Ben Bieber to go down.

Els Ben Bieber took a look at the other scumbags on the list who had already started to leave. Confident that there were other opportunities, he also returned to his cell under the escort of bodyguards.

He wasn't worried that Tang Ji would directly kill him in his cell. The isolation door from the first floor of Block C to the second floor was closed, and they still kept a hand for themselves.

"Don't let him sleep!" Ben Bieber took one last look at Tang Ji, frowning together.

Tang Ji was whistling and taking a shower in the bathroom at this time. He was sweating a little and had a lot of blood on his body. The whole area C fell silent, only Tang Ji's brisk whistle echoed, living up to the previous lively.

It's a bit of a prison atmosphere here now, especially the cells around Tang Ji's cell. They don't know if Tang Ji will sleep or not. Anyway, they can't sleep. Pray that nothing happens tonight.

The iron gate here couldn't stop Tang Ji at all. His prosthetic limb opened the door of the cell just like opening the door of his own bedroom.

When the prisoners in District AB were talking about Tang Ji enthusiastically, he had already fallen asleep on the soft bed.

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