I give the world destruction and new life

Chapter 148
Carl Weller has a strong ability to accept the strange things that happen to him. At least he knows the people who can appear in front of him, and at least he doesn't want his own life.

So Karl Weller happily ordered another pile of wine, intending to hear what this unfriendly-looking guy wanted to talk to him about.

"I'm Carl Weller, everyone here calls me Mr. Lucky." Carl Weller reached out and shook Tang Ji's hand, and then smiled at Tang Ji: "You're welcome, this handshake is a gift from me. "

Looking at the doubts on Tang Ji's face, Carl Weller explained: "I usually charge five hundred federal currency each time I shake hands with people."

Tang Ji looked at Mr. Lucky with complicated eyes. I'm afraid that the Federal Commander-in-Chief would not be able to sell the handshake coupons at this price, and no one might buy them.

"So, who are you, and who are you representing to talk to me?" Carl Weller's face was full of anticipation, and he seemed to have quite high expectations for Tang Ji's appearance.

This sense of expectation that appeared out of thin air made Tang Ji a little at a loss. He was used to bringing death and bad news to others. At least most people who saw him in Night City would bow their heads and walk away quickly.

"Tang Ji." Tang Ji glanced at the female bartender standing two steps away. The other party was obviously a well-behaved girl. She knew what to do to be safest for herself: "I only represent myself. If you have heard my name "

"It's you? That terrorist?" Carl Ville almost choked on the champagne. The omen represented by this accident made him feel uneasy, and asked cautiously: "There is no problem between us, right?"

According to Maslow's hierarchy of needs theory, Mr. Lucky has crossed over physiological needs and security needs, and now he is desperately eager for the third level of belonging needs.

Of course he knew what kind of position he was in in Las Vegas, he was equivalent to a skunk rushing into Cake City. No one wanted to try the consequences of hitting him with a broom, but no one wanted to invite this skunk to sit down and talk to him. Everyone else becomes a guest.

That's why Carl Wille left for Night City to participate in the gambling competition held in the prison casino. He longed for a sense of recognition and wanted to be recognized by more people.

As a result, the gambling competition that was abandoned halfway turned into a killing field in the end, making Carl Weller afraid to sleep alone for a long time at night.

At that time, his good luck began to wait until the bullets flew across, and then he was taken away from the scene of the shootout. He even had the opportunity to pick up the pistol on the ground, and fired a few shots at a place where no one was around to join in the fun.

That was the first time he heard of Tang Ji's name. As for the second time, it was on the TV news. The entertainment channel was analyzing when Tang Ji's [-] million bounty would be taken away.

As a result, the [-] million grand prize is right in front of him. Carl Ville is really eager for an adventure, hoping that he can jump out of the comfort zone of Las Vegas and pursue a more ambitious goal
But he prefers the process to be gradual rather than a one-step process.

"I want to invite you to join my team, because we have a common enemy." Tang Ji skipped all the greeting steps, and directly stated his purpose: "We can find a quiet place to talk in detail."

"No, I don't need it anymore, I have no such plan at all." Mr. Lucky took a step back, finished his drink, and threw the glass on the table: "Let's pretend we haven't met before, I'm not your enemy , and I don’t want to be your friend, that’s all.”

Tang Ji looked down at the new topic on the phone screen, and asked, "Have you met Mr. Lucky?"

Tang Ji chose yes, and the emerging question continued to ask: "Is he willing to communicate further?"

否.
"Did Mr. Lucky have an accident?"

Tang Ji frowned and looked at the question, then looked up at Mr. Lucky who was retreating away, feeling that he was completely a tool man.

And this tool man can't even understand the work order now, what is Mr. Lucky, has something happened,

In the next second, Tang Ji fully understood the problem. A conflict broke out in the booth next to Mr. Lucky. A man tried to escape, but he bumped into Mr. Lucky who was retreating.

Driven by inertia, Mr. Lucky stood in front of Tang Ji, no more, no less, exactly the same distance as before.

Karl Weller looked at Tang Ji, his big eyes were full of horror and disbelief.

On the other hand, Tang Ji swallowed his surprise completely, and didn't show it at all. He just calmly picked up the phone and ticked the question.

This time, there were no new problems, and only a statement was displayed on the screen, accompanied by simple pixel fireworks flying around——

"Now, luck is on our side."

Tang Ji couldn't figure out what happened, but seeing Mr. Lucky's mournful face, he dutifully asked again: "Can we find a place to have a good talk now?"

"Of course." Carl Ville's complexion changed several times, and he finally sighed and said resignedly, "Come with me, I have the room card here."

A few minutes later, Tang Ji and Mr. Lucky walked into a private room upstairs in the crow's lair. He immediately took out his mobile phone to check whether there was an eavesdropping monitoring device in the room.

For Carl Weller, he poured himself a large glass of brandy on the bar counter. He tried twice more on the road, trying to get rid of Tanguy, but all failed.

Now he is very sure that either his luck is exhausted, or joining this terrorist team is his best choice.

"Why did you come to me?" Carl Weller tugged on his neckline to let himself breathe more smoothly: "I'm not underestimating myself, but in your profession, my biggest role may be not to be easily hit by bullets bingo."

"You know me well?" Tang Ji finished the inspection. There was no window in this room, which made him not very satisfied. Although the window increased the risk of being sniped, it was also a natural escape route.

"Many of your stories are very popular in casinos. A while ago, a group of drunk Hollywood people planned to make your story into a movie and move it into the holographic experience hall." Carl Willer poured himself some more Jiu, asked with some self-deprecation: "Or are you going to take me to rob the bank and kidnap the rich lady?"

Tang Ji didn't care how outrageous the rumors about him were in the underground world. Since he started on this path, he no longer cared about the eyes of the secular world.

"Also, who are you referring to as our common enemy?" Carl Ville looked at Tang Ji, waiting for his answer. Anyway, he had no choice but to follow the other party. He was relying on luck. Today, I don’t plan to change careers in the future.

"A group of self-proclaimed players come from another world and are planning to transform our world into their playground." Tang Ji picked up the remote control and turned on the projection screen, turning the sound to the maximum to prevent the walls from having ears.

"What did you say?" Carl Weller picked out his ears, and approached a little closer, trying to re-confirm what Tang Ji had said. After all, what he just heard was too much like a joke.

Bah!
Carl Weller had just taken two steps when a bullet pierced where he was standing before. The large-caliber bullet first penetrated the wall behind Tang Ji, and then shot through the wine cabinet behind Karl Weller.

"Get down!" Tang Ji immediately lowered his body, signaling Carl Weller to hide.

But Mr. Lucky seemed completely dumbfounded. He looked at the bullet hole behind him with some doubts, and even wanted to go over to check it.

Tang Ji rolled and grabbed Mr. Lucky's ankle, dragged him backwards, and put Mr. Lucky to the ground. His jaw hit the ground heavily, and he let out a painful muffled sound.

But the price was worth it, for another round had pierced the wall again, into the room, and if Mr. Luck hadn't fallen, he would now have been amputated in half.

Karl Weller was completely in a panic. He didn't know how long he hadn't experienced danger, and after this man came to his door, luck seemed to no longer favor him.

"I want to get out of here!" Carl Ville yelled and struggled to crawl towards the door. He didn't want to be by this man's side for a second!

"Shut up!" Tang Ji subconsciously wanted to touch the gun, but found nothing. In order to see Mr. Lucky, he didn't have any weapons on him, let alone a gun, and even his trouser belt was made of plastic buckles.

He crawled forward and picked up a wine bottle, smashed it on the ground, picked the sharpest fragment and held it in his hand, and at the same time dialed Anthony's number on his mobile phone: "The crow's nest encounters an enemy, come quickly!"

"Understood!" Anthony immediately hung up the phone.

Tang Ji knew that Anthony would not waste a second, and now it depends on how many backhands the attacker has prepared and how long he can last.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Carl Weller crawling out on hands and feet, kicked him directly, and kicked him into the back of the wine cabinet. The next second, another bullet penetrated the wall at a very high angle and landed on the floor. A fist-sized pothole was left.

Tang Ji squinted his eyes and estimated that if the sniper was within 1000 meters, then judging from the different shooting angles of the three bullets, the sniper climbed at least 20 meters in vertical height within 100 seconds.

Even Tony, equipped with dual prosthetics, would have struggled to move like this, not to mention he had to complete three accurate shots in this amount of time.

Well, maybe it's not that accurate. Tang Ji has seen how Shadow shoots at a long distance. The sniper he is facing now is obviously a bit rigid. He only shoots after completely locking on the target every time.

"Don't be in a daze! Move! Use your strengths and let the bullets avoid you!" Tang Ji yelled at Mr. Lucky, then quickly climbed to the wall and measured the thickness of the wall with his fingers.

The Crow's Den is an intimate club with heavy-duty service, and their rooms have extra-thick walls and an extra layer of silence for privacy.

Tang Ji couldn't measure the thickness of the wall with his fingers, but the wall was obviously thicker than normal. If the snipers used thermal imaging to aim at a long distance, then the thermal imaging equipment must be too bulky for a single soldier to bear .

"It's a drone!" In the blink of an eye, Tang Ji suddenly realized that it was a drone that was sniping in the air.

Apparently, those who want to deal with Mr. Lucky have thought of the same thing as Wu Qianying. They are using AI to deal with Mr. Lucky to prevent his self-protection mechanism from being triggered in advance.

If you let go of your thinking again, Tang Ji feels that the whole plan may have been planned a few months ago, directly let the AI ​​independently plan to target Mr. Lucky, and then order and modify suitable equipment according to the plan, reducing human intervention as much as possible.

Tang Ji tried his best to avoid the possibility of coincidence with Mr. Lucky's trajectory. If the machine that executed the order according to the plan was firing, then he would be fine as long as he didn't try to block the bullet for Mr. Lucky.

"What the hell is going on?" When Carl Weller was rolling on the ground, he was stabbed in the back by the broken glass that Tang Ji had smashed before. He was so painful that he immediately rolled back in the opposite direction, and ended up dodging a bullet again.

"Four seconds." Tang Ji walked in the direction of the door, gently opened the door and looked out, while silently counting the interval between bullets.

Excluding the loading time of the bullet and the aiming time, Tang Ji guessed that the sniper drone was about 800 meters away from the wall, but because he didn't know the specific model of the weapon, this was only an approximate value.

"Anthony, ask Ethan to launch a jammer and look for a medium-to-large drone at a distance of 600 meters to 1000 meters north of the crow's nest." Tang Ji called again: "We are under attack by drones, by the way let He helped me see if there were other enemies nearby."

"Received." Anthony's voice can always give people a sense of security at this time. After a few seconds, he replied again: "The drone has taken off and will enter the airspace within 30 seconds."

Tang Ji calmed down and amplified his hearing. He couldn't hear the sound of the drone flying, but he could hear the sound of glass breaking and the sound of the motor starting from the end of the corridor.

Obviously, this trick is not the only one that the enemy has tried so hard, long-range sniping, close-up outflanking, this is right.

Tang Ji kicked open the bathroom door, opened the water outlet of the bathtub, lowered the temperature to the lowest, and shouted at Carl Weller: "Come here! Get into the bathtub and hide!"

Taking advantage of Carl Weller's luck to avoid a bullet again, Tang Ji and him crossed each other, opened the refrigerator, took out the ice cubes for ice wine inside, and poured them all into the bathtub.

And Karl Weller has already laid down in it knowingly. Fortunately, the crow's lair is also considered a high-consumption place, equipped with high-end bathing equipment, and the water has already overflowed one-fifth of the water level in such a short time.

Counting Carl Weller's size and ice cubes, he barely managed to cover his body temperature.

Tang Ji looked into the corridor again, and he saw three four-legged robot dogs no taller than [-] centimeters running towards here.

He looked down at the shards of glass in his hand, couldn't help cursing secretly, and then accurately located the killer robot's position by hearing.

"3! 2! 1!" Tang Ji opened the door suddenly, and then closed the door in a blink of an eye. He had already let the robot dog in the front, while the two behind were fighting against the door.

"Little guy, who is your master?" Tang Ji put on a fighting posture, looked at those red eyes and laughed.

　PS: Check for typos after washing up later~
　　
　
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