I give the world destruction and new life

Chapter 107 Special Treatment
"Where is the warden's office?" Tang Ji pushed the movable bed and stopped a prison guard in the corridor.

The stopped prison guard wanted to turn around and leave the moment he saw Tang Ji, but a scalpel that flew past his ear and went straight into the wall made him stop.

"I can't tell you." The prison guard's face was ashen, and there was a surveillance camera above his head, and it also had a recording function.

He was betting that Tang Ji would not kill him, and at the same time he knew that the warden was definitely not as moral as Tang Ji.

Tang Ji pulled out the electric shock baton from the prison guard's waist and threw it out, directly smashing the surveillance camera.

"Now you can't explain clearly." Tang Ji looked at the prison guard calmly. He has his own bottom line, but this bottom line is not up to the level of a good person.

The prison guard pointed in a direction and begged, "Help me, knock me out, I can't do it myself!"

Tang Ji followed his wish, knocked him unconscious with a punch, and pushed the hospital bed forward along the path indicated by the prison guard.

The woman on the hospital bed was bandaged like a mummy. Doctor Paddington judged that there was no fatal injury on the woman, and half of the skin trauma was done by himself.

She has no sense of self-protection and is not sensitive to pain reactions. Tang Ji doesn't even know if she can speak.

He can only try to find information about women from the warden.

For example, who were the gang who were the first to discover women?
Where were women first discovered?
How did a body without memory and instinct escape?

Is she alone, or are there more bodies wandering outside?
Tang Ji also wanted to know, why did the warden detain the woman alone in the confinement room?
when!when!when!
Tang Ji politely knocked on the door three times, then pushed the door open and walked into the warden's office.

Warden Monstein looked at Tang Ji expressionlessly behind the desk, seemingly majestic, but with his other hand under the desk, he was pressing the alarm button quickly.

Like those prison guards, Tang Ji's contradictory duality made Monstein think that Tang Ji would not come to him so hastily.

On the one hand, he killed prisoners recklessly, ignoring the laws of the world, and on the other hand, he cooperated with the management of prison guards on the surface.

Monstein has maintained his face by relying on his skills of pretending to be a tiger for many years, but the feeling of being locked in a cage with a tiger has always invaded his nerves.

"What do you want to do? Have you finally stopped pretending?" Monstein asked sternly. He had long since regretted why he hadn't dealt with Tang Ji on the first day of his imprisonment and sent Tang Ji to the morgue.

Tang Ji pushed the woman aside, pulled a heavy solid wooden chair and sat opposite the warden, and glanced at the expensive bourbon on the table: "With your salary, this bottle of wine is a bit too expensive."

Monstein's fingers were sore from pressing, and he didn't see any heavily armed prison guards appearing in the corridor. He finally realized that he could only face Tang Ji alone.

"It was given by a friend to celebrate my becoming the warden." Monstein took a deep breath, and now he knew why so many big shots didn't like Tang Ji.

No matter how noble your background and status are, he doesn't care, and he doesn't follow the rules of the game you are familiar with.

"Are you here to discuss my salary with me?" Monstein took out another glass and poured wine into both glasses.

"No, I want to ask about this woman." Tang Ji shook his head: "But I don't have a good impression of you, and I'm worried that you won't tell the truth."

"You don't have a good impression of me? Do you know who you're talking to? I... ah!!! You bastard! You bastard!" Monstein covered his fingers and bounced on the chair.

Tanguy had just smacked his finger with the bottom of the bourbon bottle.

Judging by the sound and the feedback on the finger, Warden Monstein's index finger was broken.

"So I plan to do it first and then ask questions." Tang Ji held up his wine glass and toasted the warden. The wine was as sweet as jade in his throat.

"Tell me everything you know about her." Tang Ji poured himself another cup: "I need to know her name, the place where she first appeared, and the first person she came into contact with."

"I don't know." The warden Monstein gritted his teeth and said, "I haven't had time to start investigating this matter, all I know is that Els Benbieber is very interested in this woman."

Tang Ji didn't hit him with a wine bottle this time, because the warden told the truth.

"Very good, it seems that we have reached a consensus, and I will give you three days to find out what I need to know." Tang Ji threw the bottle of wine on the hospital bed casually: "As for Ben Bieber, I will find out by myself of."

"Where are you going to take her?" The warden watched Tang Ji push away the hospital bed, chased up from behind and asked, "You can't take her to Area C! Ben Bieber thought she was dead, if you If you are smart enough, you should know that hiding her is the best choice!"

"The best choice?" Tang Ji pushed the warden away: "If I always made the best choice, I wouldn't be here. I always like the simplest choice."

The warden's face looked uglier than the broken finger just now, obviously the physical injury was far less painful than the pain of offending the benefactor.

"Do you really think we can't do anything about you?" Warden Monstein looked straight at Tang Ji, with an expression as if he wanted to carve Tang Ji into his eyes: "So many superhumans are locked here Serve your sentence honestly, do you think you are the special one?"

Tang Ji was amused by Monstein's words, he stopped, picked up the wine bottle and walked back.

"What are you going to do? Calm down!" Warden Monstein stepped back, and was soon cornered by Tang Ji.

Tang Ji grabbed Monstein's hand and pressed it against the wall with his irresistible strength, smashing the bottom of the wine bottle hard, and broke his middle finger again amidst the warden's wailing.

"You're right, I just thought there was nothing you could do." Tang Ji picked up the bottle again and broke the warden's ring finger: "And who do you think was the one who caught those superhumans to serve their sentences?"

The Lothas organization, the players, the Seven Deadly Sins, and those organizations that hide in the dark like the Ark are all at large, but you want to threaten me with your physique?

Tang Ji broke five fingers of the warden just like that, and stared at Monstein's face with a pair of eyes that seemed to be burning with flames: "Now you understand? Check out the news of that woman for me. This is not a request or an order. This is your life, understand?"

Monstein opened his mouth wide, but couldn't make a sound. He had never suffered such a crime in his life, so he could only nod wildly, like a pug.

"You should learn from that scumbag, Ben Bieber, he is much smarter than you." Tang Ji patted the warden's face: "Also, let me find out that you tampered with my food again, we Some of them will regret it."

The warden continued to nod frantically. He now regrets that he didn't control his mouth just now, but deep down in his heart, the only thing he thinks about is how to get revenge.

"I'm sorry you didn't listen." Tang Ji shook his head and walked away.

Tang Ji, who pushed the woman through the prison area, was definitely the most handsome guy in the entire Night City Prison.

This prison originally did not have a women's section, only the D section built later to detain superhumans, where male and female criminals were mixed.

So even though the woman in the hospital bed was wrapped like a mummy, it caused disturbance.

Almost all the prisoners were like monkeys in heat, climbing on the railing and stretching out their limbs as much as possible, trying to reach the woman on the hospital bed.

But when they saw Tang Ji's face clearly, the fire of desire seemed to be thrown into the sea and extinguished instantly.

The words "It's Law Enforcer Don" spread like a mantra among the whispers of the prisoners, and soon spread throughout the prison.

The familiar silence quickly replaced the previous noise, and everyone watched as Tang Ji pushed a woman back to his cell.

The felons in Area C are much more sensible. Tang Ji reduced the staff by five on the first day he moved in here.

This is why Tang Ji fell asleep in the second half of the night. The prisoners here realized on the first night that he was a ruthless character that they could not afford to mess with.

When Tang Ji pushed a woman back, not only the prison guards turned a blind eye to it, but so did the prisoners here.

When the small wheels of the hospital bed rolled over the carpet, the prisoners on both sides continued to chat about their previous topics.

Although I might not even understand what they were talking about, at least they kept the lively appearance before.

No one wants to be the next unlucky person to be crushed to death in the toilet. The prisoners here know exactly how that brother's body was carried away.

Those prison guards ended up having to take the whole toilet with the body to keep the whole scene from being too bloody.

If death demands awe, then being called toilet head after death is nothing short of fear.

No one wants to go to the grave with such a nickname after death, it is really hard to close your eyes.

Tang Ji pushed the woman into the cell he occupied, picked up a magazine from the ground and threw it on the face of the painter who was trying to pretend to be dead.

"You, come here every two hours and help her turn over." Tang Ji looked in the direction of the second floor, and one of Els Benbieber's bodyguards was looking at him.

Tanguy made a shooting motion at him before throwing himself on the bed.

He didn't have the patience to continue investigating Ben Bieber. The other party was originally on the list, but now he just had one more question to ask.

Going up tonight to clean up the scumbags on the second floor, Tang Ji closed his eyes with a smile on his lips.

Replenish your energy and reduce the vigilance of the target by the way.

The familiar room reappeared, and Tang Ji woke up in his former bedroom, as if he could still smell Angelina's body fragrance.

Tang Ji sat there quietly enjoying this warm feeling. Although he realized it was a dream at the first moment, he still didn't want to destroy it so quickly.

"If you are smart enough, you shouldn't reproduce this scene." Tang Ji opened the closet and found a dragon scale armor body armor that he could never keep at home and put it on.

"'Your dreams are as solid as stone, I didn't shape this place at all." A woman in a black cloak appeared from outside the door: "This is your dream, your place, I realized this last time .”

"Then get out of my dream." Tang Ji imagined the appearance of the prelude in his mind, and at the same time convinced himself that it was reasonable to have a gun in the bedroom closet.

Then he found the butt of Prelude's gun under a stack of shirts.

"I just want to talk to you. It was a misunderstanding last time." The woman stood outside the bedroom and asked politely and cautiously, "Can I go in?"

Tang Ji looked around, and all the photos of Angelina in the room were placed upside down.

The woman in black smiled unnaturally: "Preventive protection, I'm afraid you can't control your emotions."

"Chat in another place." Tang Ji closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the surrounding environment had become like a prison cell.

"What do you want to talk about?" Tang Ji was looking at the prelude in his hand. With his concentration, complex patterns gradually appeared on the surface of the prelude.

"If you keep playing like this, the dream will soon dissipate." The woman in black reminded with complicated eyes.

This is the fastest person she has ever seen to master her dreams.

The prelude disappeared from Tang Ji's hands immediately, and he waited quietly for the woman to express her intention.

"I want to know how determined you are to deal with players." The woman in black said with a smile: "The prophet is too idealistic. She wants to lead the whole world to fight players, but she will never succeed."

"You will see my determination." Tang Ji looked at the woman playfully, and the cloak completely covered her up.

"Very well, that idiot Els Bumble is mine, but he hasn't realized it yet." The woman set out her own conditions: "He is currently an informant for the Corporate Investigation Office, and I still It will take a while to find out from him who the higher-ups are, and you can't kill him just yet."

"This is to fight against the players. It's time to show your determination." The woman covered her mouth with a smile and said, "You can't even be disabled."

"Tell me about this investigation office first." Tang Jiguo realized a cigarette and lit it out of thin air: "Who is in charge of it? What is it responsible for?"

"I don't know, but almost all qualified companies will sponsor a large amount of action funds every year." The woman in black said with emotion: "But it is not affiliated to a specific company, it has a history of hundreds of years , There has been no specific action goal, and the behavior pattern is more like exploring the boundaries of human civilization."

"However, its recent focus has been on the players. They may not know as much as the prophets, but I believe that the power of the investigation office is far stronger than that of the Ark organization." The woman finally concluded.

"So, Ben Bieber is interested in this woman because he is working for the investigation office?" Tang Ji said, and embodied the woman's face.

"Yes." The woman in black winked at Tang Ji.

"Well, spare his life for now, but I have conditions." Tang Ji suddenly smiled, as if he was proud of his idea again: "I heard that you can control dreams?"

"Most of the time." The woman looked at Tang Ji meaningfully.

"Fine, I have an idea, it goes like this"

　ps: The hard disk probably cannot be salvaged. It is a pity that there are many data and previous photos that have not been backed up. . .

　　
　
(End of this chapter)