I give the world destruction and new life

Chapter 174 The Afterlife Bar
"Hello! I'm your old friend Stan! It's another boring day, the migrant workers in Night City, are you ready for a new round of exploitation?

Haha, of course it was a joke!This is the city of dreams!I love this city, just like you love your mother. I think she left you at the gate of the orphanage back then, but now she meets you on the street and asks you for a cigarette!
Every day there are more than a hundred and eighty newcomers, but only half of them can survive a year, and they have to catch up with a good year!

Of course, if they catch up with our new hero, Enforcer Tang is in a bad mood, and they will all have to stop eating!

But why are they rushing to Night City?It's because everyone dreams of having their nude photos on the cover of Time Magazine!

Who wouldn't want to be the next Enforcer Don?Wear the coolest clothes, take the biggest guns, kill the most ruthless people, and become a legend!

Do you know where all the legendary figures in Night City gather together?
Afterlife bar!

If you are visiting Night City for the first time, you can go to the afterlife for a drink!

Alright, the commercial break is over, and next, is the much-anticipated dead man's lottery."

The noisy sound stopped as Surte pulled out the car key. Although he was already an experienced driver in the wasteland, he still had to learn for a long time to drive in Night City.

For example, first correcting the problem of aiming at people and colliding with cars, Martin covered his head and leaned on the back of the passenger seat, feeling like he had just returned from a war.

"Boy, if you want to drive well, you can't halfway through the car, relying on your ability to suddenly get out of the car to beat someone, and then come back and continue driving!" Martin struggled to unbuckle his seat belt, but the result was too much force, accidentally Pulling that thing off: "Especially not when I'm still in the car!"

Do you know what it's like to sit in a car at [-] mph, chatting, and when the driver disappears and the door opens?

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"I drove ten kilometers, and I didn't get scratched once!" Surte was wearing a hip-hop outfit, the clothes and pants were one size bigger than others, and he was wearing a glowing hat on one side. He looked like a city kid. up.

"Get out of the car yourself and put aside the cars and pedestrians blocking your way! This is cheating!" Martin squeezed out of the car door.

They were driving a quartz EC-L R275, a new product from Tianqiong Company. It was a compact sports car. Although the space and appearance were not outstanding, the engine was powerful and the leather was durable. The market response was very good.

Soult bought the car himself, anyway, that's what he said. Anthony didn't see any suspicious blood on the car, so he acquiesced to this statement.

Martin found several bottles of inhalants of unknown origin and a pistol that hadn't been maintained for a long time in the dark compartment of the trunk. Judging from Surte's surprised expression, he obviously didn't find these things either.

"You didn't say that before! I drove the car to the destination intact, and you have to take me in with you!" Surte looked at the signboard of the next life, his eyes full of anticipation.

Since Surte hadn't had a good impression of this kind of entertainment venue in the past few times, he was very yearning for this bar with a special status in Night City.

The Afterlife Bar is considered the largest neutral zone in Night City. It does not belong to any gang forces. Street fighters and law enforcement officers can also have a drink here.

At the same time, it is also the most famous information exchange center in Night City. A large number of information brokers regard this as their home, exchanging all kinds of secret information for finances.

City mercenaries, bounty hunters, hackers, private detectives, and all other shady characters will come here regularly.

The boss of the next life is a woman named Rogge. She has a great background and is a big figure in the mercenary circle. She has always kept a low profile, but people say that all major events in Night City can only be achieved with her nod.

"I heard that this dilapidated place used to be a morgue, and it's not bad luck to drink here." Martin spat on the side of the road, stretching his muscles.

"Hillbilly, be careful! Don't block the road!" Two mercenaries with dark circles under their eyes who had just come out of life and hadn't adapted to the sunshine outside pushed Martin.

Martin didn't hesitate, and directly picked up the mercenary, threw it over the low wall, and threw it into the sun: "Sober up, don't provoke people who shouldn't be provoked!"

Surte also punched another mercenary in the stomach with a speed that others couldn't see clearly, causing him to vomit all over the floor. The wine he spent last night was in vain.

A camera at the entrance of the bar turned to Martin, stared at him for a long time, and then turned back. The security guards in the next life are not willing to meddle in this kind of business. As long as no one is killed, they will not be responsible when they leave the entrance of the bar.

"Let's go, the head should already be inside." Martin walked down the steps enthusiastically, followed by Surte.

As Martin said before, the predecessor of the afterlife was a morgue, and the main body of the entire building was underground. The further you go down, the cooler it will be.

After turning a corner, they saw the real entrance to the afterlife. The security guard in a suit looked at Martin and Soult seriously, and after a few seconds of confrontation, they slowly moved out of the way: "Don't cause trouble, we are watching you Woolen cloth."

"Then you have to watch carefully." Martin strode into the interior of the bar, and the grotesque neon light effects instantly dazzled Surte's eyes.

"Handsome guy, would you like a drink?" The mature and beautiful female bartender looked at Surte's immature face and said with a smile: "We have many recipes worth drinking, and there must be one that suits you."

"Hey, a vodka, with ice, lime juice, ginger beer, and some love!" Martin sat down on the bar counter, and said to the bartender, "Remember to serve it in a copper cup, what's your name?"

"They all call me Claire, you can call me that too." Claire quickly mixed the cocktail: "A new face?"

"Call me Martin, I'm not a newcomer, I'm following"

"Tang Ji!" Suddenly someone screamed at the entrance of the bar, and then everyone in the bar looked in that direction.

"Is that him? Law Enforcer Don?"

"It's him. That's right. That mechanical prosthesis is now sold as a commemorative edition. I ordered it last week, but it's actually waiting until next month."

"You are not disabled, why buy prosthetics?"

"In our line of business, are you prepared for any danger? There is no guarantee that something unexpected will happen someday."

Amidst the whispers in the bar, the owner, Rogge, came out of a private room and faced the door, walking swiftly and powerfully, making it obvious that she was still a good fighter.

"I didn't expect that one day you would come here as a guest." Rogge, who was wearing a leather jacket, said slowly, and then stepped forward to hug Tang Ji: "Welcome to you in the next life, you are now a real big shot. "

"Thank you, I'm here to discuss business." Tang Ji smiled, saw Martin and Soult sitting on the bar, and said to Roger: "By the way, have a drink with my people."

"Of course, I guarantee that the wine in the next life will be the strongest." Rogge turned and shouted to the drinkers behind him: "For the new legend, I invite you for the next round!"

"Long live! A new legend!" At this moment, almost everyone raised their glasses and greeted Tang Ji.

They don't care if Tang Ji is right or wrong, they only know that Tang Ji has done something that is difficult for ordinary people, and he is still alive and well. This is their definition of a legend.

"Good luck, rookie." Claire smashed the copper wine glass in Martin's hand: "Would you like to try Morgan Blackhand? It's much stronger than this."

"That's my boss. I'll try the Morgan Black Hand you mentioned later." Martin took a sip of the wine he ordered: "Not bad technique!"

"You follow a good boss and you will become famous soon. If you die one day, I will name this recipe after you." Claire shrugged towards Martin.

"Why wait until I'm dead?" Martin asked before leaving.

"This is the rule of the next life. Only the dead are worth remembering." Carlisle lit a cigarette and smiled brightly.

"This place is really unlucky." Martin muttered in a low voice, and led Surte to follow Tang Ji.

And along the way, Surte was thinking about what kind of recipe he should choose to keep if he died. Maybe Kele would be good with Skittles, but it doesn't seem too mature without wine.
"It's been a year since we met last time, and you've changed a lot." Rogge sat on the spacious wrap-around sofa, puffing out smoke, and beckoned his men to open the shield.

She is not familiar with Tang Ji, but she has dealt with Tang Ji several times.

In the beginning, it was this reckless rookie law enforcement officer who rushed directly into the afterlife, intending to arrest a suspect, but ended up in a conflict with the security guards. That time Tang Ji brought down three security guards by himself.

The second time was after Tang Ji was promoted to a law enforcement officer, he led people to block the entrance and exit of the next life, intending to identify the regular customers here, and finally Edward came to take Tang Ji away in person.

Later, superhumans appeared, and everyone was very busy.

Law enforcement only needs to stop metahumans who set fires in the streets and steal things, and Rogue dealt with metahumans with mature criminal motives.

She still remembered that the major gangs almost went crazy and hired people from her. Whether it was an experienced veteran or a rookie, they could find work at a satisfactory price.

Of course, the casualty rate was astonishingly high. After the chaos temporarily subsided, the drink list at the Afterlife Bar had an extra page.

Many familiar faces have disappeared, but that's not the end of it.

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The pain that many Nightside residents don't want to talk about, Rogge still remembers how the distraught Tang Ji broke into his life a year ago.

The meeting between the two was not very friendly, but for Edward's sake, Rogge proved to Tang Ji that he was not involved.

Until now, tracking down the person responsible for the Red Sun incident and the news of the acquisition of the Losas organization are still the top tasks on the task list in the coming growth period.

Now, a year later, Night City has recovered from the events of Red Sun, but Logue knows some people have been changed forever.

She witnessed Tang Ji's transformation and was full of respect.

Beside Tang Ji, sat his team members.

The calm and stable Anthony, the taciturn Shadow, the tall Martin, the pious saint, and the sharp-edged Soulte, all of these people exude their own aura.

Ethan, who was just slumped on the sofa and counting the neon light poles boredly, looked a bit redundant, and beside him sat Mr. Lucky who came to join in the fun.

The only one who was not present was Tony Levins. Based on the current situation, Tang Ji gave him five days off and asked him to bring his family and children to Night City. If there is any accident, they can be directly sent to Moonlight Gold No.

As for the others, most of the team are bachelors who have nothing to worry about, only Saint and Martin have their own responsibilities.

But the former was unable to mobilize the clergy in his own church to leave the parish because of unreal things, while the latter was burdened with hundreds of people to support and could not be transferred to the Moonlight Gold.

"I have a big business to discuss with you." Tang Ji sat opposite Rogge, half of his face was hidden in the shadows, but the light in his eyes still made it impossible for anyone except Rogge to look directly at him.

"I like big business." Rogge took a sip from the wine glass, calmly, she recognized Tang Ji's status, but business is business.

"From now on, 24 hours later, I want your people to stop all the superhumans who have newly entered the city." Tang Ji said: "In addition, I will also hire all idle mercenaries to prepare for battle in the city. In the event of a firefight, they can provide support at any time."

Rogge's face changed a little. She waved her hand to let her men leave here, and then looked at Tang Ji: "Are you crazy? Are you going to fight a war in Night City?"

"It's not that I want to fight, but that the war has already come, and I just want to make the damage smaller." Tang Ji shook his head: "How many people can you mobilize?"

"If you can't convince me, I'm afraid no mercenaries will respond to your employment." Rogge looked at Tang Ji: "In my opinion, this is more like you intend to cleanse the city of superhumans."

Tang Ji snapped his fingers at Soulte, and Soulte suddenly disappeared in place. When he reappeared, Tang Ji already had an extra glass of wine and a cigarette in his hand, while Rogge's hand became empty.

"I'm not so extreme now, I found the real culprit behind Losas." Tang Ji put the wine glass and cigarettes on the table, and slid them over gently: "If I kill any superhuman, you should believe it, Damn him."

Rogge fell into silence, and she needed time to digest the information Tang Ji revealed.

"I can pay in cash, or use intelligence to trade." Tang Ji continued: "I can't trust the current law enforcement bureau, but after 24 hours, many accidents will happen."

"What's going to happen? What Tang Ji did you find?" Roger bit his lip: "What's your plan?"

"This is information you can't afford." Tang Ji chuckled: "But one thing is for sure, Losass is going to make a comeback."

"I feel like you're going to drag me into the abyss." Roger sighed.In the end, he said: "Within 24 hours, I can prepare 300 people for you. Based on the calculation of medium-intensity operations, you need to spend 240 million federal currency per day to hire these people."

"I can pay in cash."

　PS: This cup is toast to you, Jack Wells, you are the real legend.

　　The stupid ass of the dog day, the game is made into pieces, but the flaws are not concealed, the plot is still ok

　　PS: Typos will be corrected later

　　
　
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