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Chapter 104 The First Day

A brand new day begins with bright sunshine. Tang Ji hasn't slept so well for a while. He has long expected that these vicious-looking bastards are not so strong in their hearts.

Maybe eventually, under the pressure of money, fame and outside pressure, these guys in prison will become real beasts, but it will take a process.

It's a very long process, and most cowards have been torn apart by real beasts before they even have time to prove themselves.

Last night, two brave men who dared to challenge fate used their dead bodies to prove that the man named Tang Ji slept with one eye open.

Tang Ji stretched himself, walked into the bathroom to wash up, this place is much more luxurious than the place where he used to live, even hot water is available 24 hours, he is more and more satisfied.

The corpses piled up in one corner were covered under a white cloth. Tang Ji frowned and threw soap on the face of the inmate in the opposite cell: "You! Who is in charge of collecting the corpses? You? Or the prison guards?"

In the cell opposite was a man with an afro, but after a night of torture, he was visibly haggard.

He opened his mouth, but said nothing. With his shallow experience of eight years in prison, he really couldn't answer this question.

Fortunately, the return of the prison guard freed the afro boy.

"Everyone, stand at attention!" The prison guards passed through the gates into Area C one by one, but the prisoners here, including Tang Ji, obviously did not obey their orders.

The VIPs on the second floor haven't woken up yet, and the serious criminals on the first floor haven't adapted to the new law of the jungle yet, and they're still building their minds.

The only beast, leaning against the railing and wiping its hair with a towel, asked lazily, "What time is breakfast? While I'm eating, please clean up the garbage here. I need a toothbrush and new sheets."

When the prison guards saw the hands and feet leaking from under the old sheets, and the pile of corpses more than half a meter high, they immediately sounded the alarm, and at the same time exited area C nervously.

Tang Ji shrugged, returned to the bathroom to rinse his mouth, and started to exercise his body with Deglin's fitness equipment. He felt that he was a little stronger than yesterday almost every day. If he did not exercise for a long time, his control ability would decline.

As Degrin can testify, he had only just died.

A few minutes later, Warden Monstein returned to Area C with the prison guards armed with live ammunition. He stood outside the iron gate and looked at Tang Ji with fiery eyes.

How many people were killed or injured is not a problem for him at all, especially since these gang members died of their own internal problems, no one will hold them accountable, and no one will ask for compensation.

As long as the handling is clean, no one will pay attention to this matter. What Monstein really cares about is Tang Ji, who ignores his own authority.

Maybe Tang Ji was a famous figure outside, but in this prison, Monstein could not tolerate someone provoking him like this.

This is not only shaking his authority, but also questioning his ability in front of shareholders.

At this time, Ben Bieber, one of the major shareholders, also completed the sanitation work under the service of the servants. He was standing behind the fence on the second floor and frowning as he looked at Tang Ji. The other party seemed to be radiant. describe.

"Didn't I say don't let him sleep?" Els Bumble asked a little dissatisfied.

"Two more people died last night. No one wants to go out again. Maybe we should let the people in the AB area consume his energy first." The bodyguard in charge of protecting Ben Bieber showed bitterness.

The first person to die last night originally planned to give Tang Ji a hard time while he was asleep, but as soon as he opened the door, the crystal ashtray thrown by Tang Ji smashed his skull.

Under the arrangement of the bodyguards, another brave man who received a heavy reward planned to disturb Tang Ji by making noise so that he could not rest, but as soon as he made some noise, Tang Ji locked on the target.

Tang Ji broke the door lock of the opponent's cell, pressed the serial murderer known for his cruelty into the toilet, and flushed the water continuously. In the end, no one could tell whether he was drowned or pressed to death of.

Most of the murderer's face was pressed into the U-shaped pipe of the toilet. No one thought about it, and no one dared to help him collect the body.

Even when the bodyguard returned to the second floor by himself, his footsteps were much lighter. If he could, he really wanted to persuade his boss to give up this plan, and he could either just shoot Tang Ji or leave here quickly.

"You'd better keep quiet from now on, Mr. Tang Ji, or my subordinates may be nervous." Warden Monstein walked into Area C under the protection of eight armed prison guards, standing at a distance from Tang Ji. Speak from 20 meters away from the cell.

Tang Ji raised his hands symbolically and continued his training.

Monstein looked up at Ben Bieber on the second floor, and tapped Tangy with his finger as a gun, but Ben Bieber hesitated for a few seconds and shook his head.

"You're lucky." Warden Monstein looked away from Tang Ji with his dark eyes, and said to his subordinates: "Send all the wounded who slipped accidentally last night to the infirmary, and Doctor Paddington will take good care of them .”

Although everyone knew that the people piled up in Tang Ji's cell were already dead, but the warden said that they were the wounded who accidentally slipped and fell, and they were the wounded.

Prison guards with guns approached Tang Ji's cell cautiously. More than half of these people came to work after the prison was expanded, and they had never experienced any big scenes. His fingers were about to cramp.

"All prisoners! Go out to eat!" The warden didn't bother to call names to waste time. Strictly speaking, Area C was not even under his jurisdiction.

Prisoners who can live in Area C are basically 'excellent employees' of major gangs. They are either here for vacation or to see the gilt, just for a formality.

Tang Ji threw the barbell on the ground with a bang, and the sound scared a prison guard to accidentally pull the trigger.

The prison guards are all equipped with shotguns that use reduced charges. The power of the bullets is relatively weak, and the initial speed is relatively slow. However, Tang Ji's combat state has always been kept at the optimal state. Recently, he has awakened the identity of violent anger. The dynamic vision is further enhanced, enough to allow him to avoid the muzzle path of ordinary people at close range.

From the moment the prison guards approached his cell, he could hear their nervous heartbeats. When someone pulled the trigger, Tangy not only had enough time to take a step back and avoid most of the projectiles, but also enough Yu Li stretched out his prosthetic limb and swiped in the air, sending many projectiles flying.

In the eyes of others, they only saw the prison guard shoot Tang Ji, but Tang Ji swept the bullet out!

The flash of the projectile hitting the metal prosthetic was fleeting, but enough to leave anyone who saw clearly dumbfounded.

superhuman?That Law Enforcer Tang is also an Awakened?
The warden of Monstein's expression changed, he took a step back silently, turned and left Area C, leaving only the armed prison guards looking at each other.

In terms of combat power, they can beat two or three felons locked up in Area C. Without the deterrence of guns, they really don't know how to threaten Tang Ji.

"Get lost!" Tang Ji's order relieved the prison guards like an imperial decree: "Tell the kitchen that I want to eat French food in the morning."

Before entering prison, Tang Ji heard that those bastards who lived on the second floor focused on renovating the prison cafeteria, which not only provided an elegant dining environment, but also a Michelin-level chef team.

Of course, not all prisoners can enjoy this kind of treatment. Most of the prisoners are still the same as before, and their daily food is the cheapest synthetic nutritional cream.

"You, take me to the cafeteria." Tang Ji pointed to the afro across the way. His hairstyle was so eye-catching that people couldn't help but notice it.

And in a place like a prison, being able to maintain one's hairstyle is a proof of status in itself.

Tang Ji needs a guide to understand the prison, he needs to know who can be killed directly, and who can break a few bones enough to make him remember.

The expression on Afro's face was as if his own mother had just died this morning, but he didn't dare to refuse, the last guy who didn't know what to do, and now his head is still stuck in the toilet.

"My name is Mozak, you can call me a painter." Afro communicated with Tang Ji cautiously: "I'm not a native of Night City, nor a member of a gang. I have nothing to do with this matter!"

"How did you get in?" Tang Ji sat in the best position in the public restaurant, looking at the environment here.

The decoration here is similar to that of an ordinary fast food restaurant. The food stalls are blocked by tempered glass, leaving only a small space for prisoners to stick paper plates into.

The person responsible for cooking behind the stall is also a prisoner, with fierce eyes, and distributes food to the same kind completely according to his mood. Those who are thin and frightened can only get one-third of the amount.

The prison guards turned a blind eye to this, and just looked at the entire restaurant indifferently with guns to ensure that there would be no riots here.

There were too many prison guards today, and all their eyes were on Tang Ji.

"Counterfeiting and selling counterfeit money, I injured two law enforcement officers when I was arrested." The painter said cautiously, for fear that the person opposite would break his neck if he was upset.

"Little guy, you can't live in Zone C based on these charges." Tang Ji looked at the passing prisoners around and kept looking at him, knowing that these people were plotting against him, he was somewhat looking forward to it.

"I'm a special recruit, and I live in District B right now." The painter smiled wryly, not knowing whether he was lucky or unlucky: "Some important people have taken a fancy to my craftsmanship, and my skill at making counterfeit coins is really good. It's because my teammates are all pigs!"

"Relax, if you didn't lie, you don't have to worry about losing your life one day." Tang Ji glanced at the artist's slender fingers compared to his palm: "I will break your fingers at most."

The painter swallowed, staring at his fingers, his face turned pale, but the spirit that had been suffering all night relaxed strangely.

After seeing so much death in one night, it seems that breaking a few fingers is not unacceptable.

There was an eerie silence in the public canteen. Everyone wanted to kill Tang Ji, but they didn't know who would be the first bird. In this place, the first bird often doesn't take advantage of it.

And Tang Ji himself knew this, his eyes seemed to be picking prey, and swept across the faces of the scumbags one by one.

"That guy with tattoos on his head and no hair, what crime did he get in?" Tang Ji asked the painter when he found a target that seemed suitable for surgery.

"I remember that he was charged with second-degree murder. He hit and killed a passerby while robbing a store and fleeing." The painter thought carefully for a while before confirming.

Reminded by his companion, the bald head who was targeted by Tang Ji also turned around and made a throat-cutting gesture towards Tang Ji angrily.

He felt humiliated that he was the first to be targeted by Tangy, which proved that he was the one who seemed to be the easiest to deal with among these people.

The ridicule from his companion and the playful eyes of the small group around made the bald head furious. He quietly took a sharpened spoon from his companion and stood up suddenly.

But faster than him was the other side of the restaurant, a group of strong men with ponytails and big beards. They were speeding gangs in the suburbs of Night City.

This time they intend to kill Tang Ji to prove that the street forces in Night City are weak cowards.

"They are members of the Chaos Knife Club. They will do anything as long as they are paid." The painter introduced the group of people wisely: "Of course they won't be free if they don't give money. They ransacked gas stations, robbed passersby, helped transport contraband, what? Anything is fine, but smashing, looting and burning will definitely be indispensable."

Tang Ji nodded, a side dish that is very suitable for appetizers.

There are four people in the gang of Chaos Knife Society, with an average weight of more than [-]. They look very sturdy, but Tang Ji doesn't care at all, they don't even have a decent weapon.

Just now Tang Ji noticed that many small groups around were taking the opportunity of eating to exchange weapons with each other. There are at least twenty self-made weapons that can kill people in the cafeteria, and three or four open-edged daggers.

As for the Chaos Knife Society, they only have fists.

Tang Ji began to feel sorry for them. Not only were they rejected by other forces in the prison, but they were also maliciously sent out as sacrifices.

Tang Ji reluctantly accepted this sacrifice.

Tang Ji took the initiative to stand up. This action made all the prisoners in the cafeteria nervous. Obviously, many people were still a little afraid of him in their hearts.

The members of the Chaos Knife Society quickened their pace. They thought that Tang Ji was going to escape, and a Tiger Claw member along the way wanted to stand up, but was held down by his companions.

In the next second, he knew that his attempt to help was unnecessary. Tang Ji punched the gangster who was closest to Tang Ji in the face, and fell to the ground without even saying a word.

This seemed to be a signal. When Tang Ji was walking forward, the short Hispanic man who was closest to him suddenly took out a sharpened screwdriver from his socks and stabbed Tang Ji's calf.

Working with him was another strong Latino with a tattoo of the Virgin Mary on the back of his hand. He wrapped his arms around Tanguy's shoulders: "This is a gift from the Valentino Gang!"

Tang Ji can feel the great strength of the man behind him, and it is very likely that he has installed a prosthetic device like him, but he has experienced many battles, but he did not panic and dissatisfied with the kidnapper behind him as a fulcrum, raised his foot and kicked the little man's face , and then slammed his face with the back of his head.

Afterwards, the wrist of Tang Ji's prosthetic arm rotated 180 degrees, successively grasped certain vulnerable parts of the assailant, and held it down suddenly.

That scream stopped the riot in the entire cafeteria.

(End of this chapter)