I give the world destruction and new life

Whether there are any players in Night City is undoubtedly a stupid question. As one of the most concerned places for players, Night City has always been the focus of the pioneers and several large player groups, but because of the existence of the dimension gate and the night Due to the complexity of the city itself, even Mikkelsen has no way of knowing how many players are lurking in this place.

They only know that all players who can be sent to lurk in Night City must be masters of disguise and will never expose themselves easily.

Maybe Tang Ji can detect the existence of some players who have read his name through his special connection with Night City, but all the players Tang Ji has noticed are dead, just like Tang Ji used when he hunted Kang Orr The same technique, the bullet flew through the dimension gate and flew into the player's chest. In the next second, a big hand directly took off the head. The whole process was terribly fast.

Those who are still alive have also summed up the rules. They know which taboos in this city. Of course, most of the taboos are actually just scaring themselves. Those are the rules they summed up when they fought against the gods in other worlds. .

Among them, not to say the name of the god is the most basic, and the other is to try not to appear in front of the statue of the god, put it in Night City, and the player lurkers will walk around Tang Ji's sculptures, posters, and even holographic projections.

In short, a lot of weird behaviors, as the players spread, even appeared in Night City where many people secretly worshiped Tang Ji's portrait, or enshrined a strange custom of a prelude pistol.

Many street graffiti people will draw portraits of Tang Ji on the walls. Although each has its own style, it can still be seen at a glance that it is Tang Ji. And under the deliberate dissemination of people, there are many people in bars. The drunkard's toasts were also changed to nonsense like wishing Tang Ji a long life.

When everyone talked about it, they were laughing and laughing. After all, everyone knew that Tang Ji didn't care about this kind of flattery at all, but if at this time, there happened to be someone who refused to wish Tang Ji a long life together for various reasons, then there would be some problems. serious.

****. Rossello is the organizer of the strike. He himself is an employee of the Delaman Rental Service Company and a member of the trade union. This time he is protesting the introduction of artificial intelligence management by the company and the treatment of employees he sees. , Of course. There are also those refugees, they can't try to lower the wages just because they don't have enough to eat, so that everyone can't have enough to eat!
The union will not allow this to happen!

The entire strike parade went smoothly. They not only showed their solidarity to the company, but also showed their strength to the refugees, and defeated two groups of riot mercenaries sent by an unknown company on the road. You must know that for today’s In the parade, the trade union hired two superhuman beings as protectors in advance of the group of desperate mercenaries in the Afterlife Bar!
However, in the subsequent slogan-chanting session, in order to show the refugees the superiority of his identity as an old Yecheng citizen, **** led the workers and shouted in a slightly teasing tone: "I wish Tang Ji a long life!"

A group of people were laughing and shouting slogans unevenly, but one of them closed his mouth tightly, not even daring to breathe, and immediately attracted the attention of superhuman mercenaries. As superhumans, they are more powerful than ordinary people. Know more about Tang Ji's strength, within the scope of Night City, the name itself represents a kind of power.
So they asked that person to open his mouth to wish Tang Ji a long life. As a result, after a short and sharp confrontation, the citizens who refused to speak took out their pistols, shot and killed four people who marched with them in the ensuing chaos, and Demonstrated extraordinary anti-strike ability.

The weapons carried by the workers were able to repel two waves of mercenaries. They were very professional in terms of firepower and tactical choices, but they still couldn't cause effective damage to that person, and quickly determined that it was a player.

Of course, he was pressed to the ground by Surte in the next second. Xiao Su held his large pile of shopping bags in one hand, and pressed the suspected player to the ground with the other: "What are you? people!"

In Sirte's eyes, this guy hardly poses any threat. He has already completed the body search of him before others could detect it. Apart from the pistol, there is no other threatening thing.

"My name is Illian Mathis! I work for Mitsui Bank! I'm not a player!" The man shouted in horror: "Let me go! You terrorists! I admit that I am a superhuman! But I don’t want to register, and I don’t want to register! Let the law judge me if I’m guilty! Don’t even think about sending me to the battlefield! I won’t go!”

Sirte was at a loss. He couldn't guess whether this Illian was a player. His performance was too real.
"Why didn't you say that! You bloody bastard! Only players dare not say that!" As the person in charge, **** mustered up the courage to stand up and said loudly: "May TM Tang Ji Changshou, otherwise you bastards will kill us sooner or later!"

"I will not say that name! Even if you slander me as a player, I will not say that name from my mouth! He is not a saint, he is a murderer! He killed my brother, my uncle! "Illian Mathis argued: "You people, don't you dare to pat your chest and say that he is a good man!"

No one answered, but no one felt that Tang Ji was offended by such words. After all, he had never advertised himself as a good person. I scolded you after defrauding you of your money.

But fortunately, Xiao Su's face is registered in Night City and even within the Federation. The moment the camera captured Surte's face, the first-level alert was notified to the Law Enforcement Bureau. A patrol car had already stopped at the periphery of the crowd with a piercing sound of brakes. The law enforcement officers got out of the car as if they were facing a big enemy, and all of them were fully armed.

And above their heads, a dozen or so armed drones were suspended there, as supplementary firepower. At a higher place, a rotorcraft belonging to the ECS Bureau had just stopped, and a team of five-person superhuman agents directly Airborne near Sirte.

One of them took the latest model of electronic restraint ring and gestured to Surte: "The scene will be under my control, Mr. Soult, you can continue shopping, we know that your vacation is very precious, no It should be wasted on something like this."

"He might be a player!" Surte glanced at the suspect who was pinned to the ground again. As a hunter who grew up in the wilderness, Soult felt that this person was dangerous: "Notify Rickard, let He came over to take a look."

"I want to confirm with you again, are you talking about Mr. Rickard Ndom!" The agent of the ECS Bureau did not have any intention of disobeying Surte. He just confirmed Soult's request and ordered the law enforcement officers to start Cleared the surrounding area.

At this moment, whether it was watching the excitement or the parade, the crowd quickly dispersed, but immediately the refugees gathered again, and they were a little dazed. At first, they were just watching the excitement, and the people behind somehow heard it as The free lunch was distributed here, and the three floors inside and outside were surrounded in an instant.

Although the law enforcement officers have put on the butts of their guns, these refugees still have a kind of numb tenacity. They would rather be beaten up than have a free lunch.

Sirte's patience quickly ran out, and he began to consider whether to take the suspect to find Rickard for an appraisal, or simply trample him to death. This is also a difficult problem for all countries. As time goes by, players become more and more deeply aware of human society, and it becomes more and more difficult to discern.

When Surte wanted to do this, no one could react. The reason why he endured until now is because he was worried that this was really a player, and it would be a waste of opportunity to just 'let him go' like this. On the one hand, the media has been following the filming.

Soult followed Luther around the Federation, and learned nothing else, but he saw clearly how public opinion affects the world.

Not every city worships Tang Ji like Night City. More cities have a fear of Tang Ji and a reluctant cooperation attitude. Mikkersen and Luthor have been negotiating Taking Tang Ji as a bargaining chip, many high-level federal officials have lingering fears about Tang Ji.

Mikkelsen and the others said, "Keep your head in check. This is the final bid. It is agreed that I will stay here. I hope you will be the one who will sign the contract tomorrow."

Tang Ji's name is not mentioned in the whole sentence, but Tang Ji is everywhere between the lines.

Surte had a sense of responsibility out of nowhere, and wanted to do something to restore Tang Ji's reputation. For this reason, he even patiently cooperated with the law enforcement and the media's supervision to put on a show here.

Fortunately, Rickard came soon. He was directly pulled by the rotorcraft. The ECS bureau didn't have the face to use Wang Zhengdao as a mount, but they could at least move the rotorcraft at will.

The moment he saw Rickard, Soult breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. He didn't like to face the media very much, and faced the public. He preferred to buy trendy brands, chewing gum, and eat hamburgers.

Today's situation made Sirte feel more tired than running a round-the-world route.

"Leave the rest to me, you go first, many media are broadcasting live now, you are still young." Rickard and Soult haven't known each other for a long time, but he likes Soult's simplicity .

In Rickard's view, Soult has only temporarily entered into a misunderstanding. They really can't shoot each other directly because someone doesn't shout Tang Jilong live, but if it's the other way around, some people would rather risk being shot than say With such a sentence, his identity is greatly doubted.

So it doesn't hurt to give it a try. Rickard was originally a "good guy" in the traditional sense, which is about as good as a stupid guy, but after he stayed in the special zone for many months, he became less pedantic.

Rickard is very willing to take a gamble, and gamble with the life of this Illian Mathis: "Mr. Illian Mathis, now I order you as a special investigator of the ECS Bureau to tell Tang Ji This name, otherwise I will shoot you for the crime of affecting social order and obstructing official duties."

Illian Mathis turned his head stubbornly, as if a bull had committed a stubbornness.

His expression was natural and his reaction was vivid, so that for a moment Rickard felt that he was not a bit careless about human life.

"I'll count to three, three!" Rickard bite the bullet, put his gun on Illian's head, and shouted firmly: "Two!"

Illian Matisse clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and began to pray, as if he had accepted his fate.

Rickard didn't count the last number in the end. He couldn't get past his level. He was worried that if he made a start today, someone would learn how to do something that looked similar but was completely different in nature tomorrow.

After all, as far as he knows, there is a very extreme folk gang who secretly made up a eulogy song with complicated grammar. They feel that just reciting Tang Ji's name cannot completely identify players, and humans need to recite the set they wrote Things, in order to correctly identify their own identity.

"You passed the test, Mr. Illian Mathis, but you will be prosecuted by the Night City Law Enforcement Bureau for the crime of intentional murder." Rickard put down his gun, and an unknown number of civilians around him breathed a sigh of relief. The scene just now felt terrifying.

Illian Mathis smiled coldly, let the law enforcement officers and ECS agents put on the restraint rings and handcuffs, and suddenly said to Rickard: "I have something to tell you."

Rickard just stood there, waiting for the other party to speak. He didn't shoot just because he judged that Illian was not a player. This does not mean that he is innocent. He just deserves to be judged by another bullet. Human beings need to treat players. Order, and order needs to be maintained by all.

The existence of the seven original sins alone is enough for human civilization to drink a pot, and it cannot bear more.

"First of all, thank you for helping to verify my level. Now I know, my disguise is perfect." Illian Mathis suddenly changed his expression of bitterness and hatred before, and his facial features seemed to come alive together. Weird, the voice also weakened: "I believe we will meet again in the future. I hope you like my gift"

Before Rickard reacted and shot, Illian Mathis had already died from the neurotoxin on his nails. This thing can guarantee the rapid death of the body, and it was a few players who found out The new anti-tangi equipment.

And the gift that Illian Mathis said was a nuclear bomb that the Youmen team placed in a nearby building when he was stalling for time.

This is the first official counterattack of the players after the two sides tore their faces apart. After realizing that Illian Mathis will attract Rickard, Makarian decisively arranged a follow-up plan and tried to kill Rickard .

One Tang Ji is enough to give them a headache, and two more, no one can stand it.

boom!
Surte's eyes widened. In front of him, a square building was suddenly blown round like a balloon.