I give the world destruction and new life

Chapter 143 Changes in the situation

"Sir, Tanguy is back in Night City." Guswota still had the image of a yuppie, and his attire had been imitated by the street kids of the Valentino Gang in recent years.

But now, many street fighters on the street have begun to imitate Tang Ji. Guswota doesn't know what's so good about that monotonous black suit.

But among the street thugs who worship only the strong, the name Don the Enforcer has become a true legend, and he can do almost anything.

Every street fighter fantasizes that one day he will be able to step on several major gangs and kill whoever he wants around the world.

"Why did he tell me when he went back to Night City?" Scimitar looked at the recent erratic stock market, frowning, and more wrinkles appeared on his old face.

"Aren't we going to just watch him swagger back and do nothing?" As the most prestigious member of the new generation of the Valentino gang, Guswota has been trained by Machete as the second generation for more than ten years, so he naturally has his own proud.

Last time he led people to chase and intercept Tang Ji, but he returned empty-handed in disgrace, which was quite embarrassing.

However, there are many cases of people who have opposed Tang Ji, and Guswota is already quite famous. After all, he can still walk and jump now, and he has no missing arms or legs.

Machete calculated with his not-so-bright knowledge of mathematics, and found that in the past two months, he had lost more than 3000 million federal currency in the stock market, and pulled off his beard in heartache.

He looked up at Guswarta, and felt that he was still too immature in the early years, and he shouldn't have thrown a good seed into the gang for training early, so that his vision was limited to the streets.

"I should have let you go to college." Machete picked up the teacup, blew on the hot air, and moistened his throat. This contrived gesture made Guswarta feel uncomfortable.

"I've already handed over the operation team to you, and the newly mentioned leaders are all guided by you. It can be said that 90.00% of the entire Valentino gang's force is in your hands." Machete himself said Unable to get used to this way of drinking, he took a sip of the good tea in the cup impatiently.

"You mean, we can?" Guswarta looked forward to the machete's answer with some doubts.

"This is your problem. You know very well that you can't deal with Tang Ji with your strength alone." Machete's eyes were full of disappointment: "But you still expect me to show more strength to support you, You seem to have forgotten that we are not strong."

"You forgot why the Valentino Gang was born at that time, and forgot that we made compromises just to fill our stomachs." Machete shook his head: "Those trash on the street with guns who can't even count a hundred are right. Your admiration makes you feel like you have become a strong person?"

"Come and tell me, why are we dealing with Tang Ji?" The machete pointed at Guswota: "What are the benefits?"

"He made us lose face and cut off several of our sources of income." Guswarta pulled his tie button: "Isn't that enough?"

"We have to give 40.00% of our total income to those big shots every year. Does this count as a disgrace?" Machete wanted to smile and increase his level of inscrutability, but the stock market was full of sorrows and sorrows, so he couldn't smile at all. Come out: "Those big figures still restrict us by law, so that we can't smuggle openly, rob banks and accumulate wealth. Does this mean that we have cut off our money?"

"This is different, this is the rule, we." Guswota wanted to defend something, but Machete was already impatient.

"That's right, this is the rule. Now Tang Ji is a new rule. If you are not sure to completely eliminate him, try to adapt to the new rule." Speaking of this, Machete suddenly remembered something.

He opened the drawer, took out an exquisite pamphlet with Guswarta's name written on it, and said to Guswarta with a look of relief: "I forgot to tell you, I arranged you into the night because of my relationship." City Law School, here is your admission letter."

? ? ?Guswarta's face was full of question marks, and he looked at the scimitar in puzzlement, thinking that the old guy might be ill.

"Don't look at me with that stupid face, you will be a college student from next week." Machete looked at the other party with disgust: "The entrance exam is exempted, but I have explained to the following people that you must graduate on your own to come back."

"But, I." Guswota hesitated for a long time, but did not say anything against it. After all, in the Valentino Gang, Machete is the one who promises everything.

"Don't let it go, trust my child, this is the part you lack the most." Scimitar sighed, and looked at the various financial information constantly swiping on the screen.

The day before yesterday, he shot four financial planning experts and twelve accountants with his own hands. These people almost half-openly embezzled gang funds to make profits for themselves in the stock market, and he, including himself, couldn't see that they were playing tricks.

If it hadn't been for the stock market crash that started last month, the hole of this group of people would not be plugged, and the machete might still be kept in the dark.

This feeling of being fooled by people is very bad, and at the same time, Machete realized that if the Valentino Gang wants to continue to develop, the successor can't be as rough as him.

Thinking of this, Machete glanced suspiciously at Guswota, who had already begun to show the characteristics of great intelligence, and thought silently in his heart, there should be still time, right?

"Where did you get so much money?" Tang Ji frowned looking at the car keys that Wu Qianying threw to him. He knew that Wu Qianying was not short of money, but he didn't expect that this female doctor's family was so rich.

The car key that Wu Qianying threw to him was a Guinevere sports car produced by Rayfield Company, nicknamed the Sword of the Lake Lady, a real golden toy. The engine under the hood is almost comparable to the total GDP of some small island countries .

"If I know the existence of players and I can't make a sum of money from the stock market, my Ph. D. degrees should be burned." Wu Qianying drank coffee with a ruddy complexion: "From the moment I knew the truth, I have been waiting Opportunity, I asked Alia to build a mathematical model to predict the timing of the stock market crash."

"How much money did you earn?" Tang Ji gently stroked the shell of the Sword of the Lake Girl. The smooth texture was like a peaceful lake.

"Several hundred million." Wu Qianying said in a relaxed tone: "I plan to spend all this money within a month. Depending on the situation, before players enter on a large scale, we will usher in a financial crisis that will sweep the world."

"Will it be bad?" Tang Ji knew nothing about financial matters, and his material desires were very low. After Tang Anran's living environment was guaranteed, his need for money was almost negligible.

"Of course it will be terrible. I'm afraid this is also within the player's plan, but the Ark organization has contacted me and they have enough supplies." Wu Qianying smiled, telling Tang Ji not to worry.

What Wu Qianying didn't say was that Mikkelsen also formally contacted her. In addition to the Ark organization, the Joint Investigation Office of the Enterprise also opened its arms to Tang Ji, a small team.

She is now not only the laboratory director of LS Road, but also a researcher of the Joint Investigation Office. Within the scope of authority, Wu Qianying can ignore the barriers between companies, call their research materials at will, and apply for computing assistance.

Of course, the premise is that she needs to share the research results of Chris Cunningham. Apart from Tang Anran, there are a lot of rich people who want to avoid disasters in this way.

As far as she knows, there are more than seventy large-scale shelters under construction within the federal territory. The emergence of Chris Cunningham has allowed the freezing technology of the human body to bypass technical difficulties, and has leapfrogged at least 50 years in one step. time.

Wu Qianying didn't say this to Tang Ji because it wasn't Tang Ji's war there, at least not a war he was familiar with.

Facing the threat of players and the frantic plundering of resources by capital, no one can stay out of it, Wu Qianying plans to do it herself, not only for herself, but also for the little thing she has taken care of for a year, and of course, his troublesome father
Tang Ji drove the Lake Girl Sword carefully on the road. There were too many things in this car that exceeded his expectations.

For example, the cab of this car uses the same crystal ball window system as the Moonlight Gold, and Tang Ji can observe the road environment at 360 degrees without dead ends.

Another example is this car, if the road environment permits, it can accelerate to 380 miles in six seconds, and the car crashes and people die if one is not careful.

Maybe this thing is suitable for Surte's transportation. Tang Ji looked at the fleeting scenery on both sides of the road and reduced the speed of the car again.

The Sword of the Lady of the Lake is like a sparkling diamond, attracting everyone's attention. Even people who don't know the value of this car can judge the value of this thing by its appearance.

In short, this is a luxury car parked on the side of the road, and the street boys of several major gangs dare not even touch it. Tang Ji has already seen several cars with gang emblems carefully avoiding them on the road. The gang of knights dared not go hand in hand with the Sword of the Lady of the Lake, vividly embodying the gang's bullying nature.

In the end, Tang Ji parked the Sword of the Lake Girl outside a somewhat dilapidated motel. The gorgeous black and gold appearance was incompatible with the environment here.

But the members of Tang Ji's team live here. Among these people, they are either criminals or wanted criminals. Only Anthony and Tony's public identities can still be used.

What's more troublesome is that little Gerald is in the team, and the young man who doesn't know how rich he is is desperately shot in the leg by Tony, and refuses to get off the boat.

Fortunately, Tony's men were merciful. The bullet just missed the edge, leaving a little skin trauma. Anthony didn't even bother to suture, so he sprayed healing spray directly. When they arrived in Night City, the wound was healed.

"Come out and see God!" Tony, who was sitting on the window sill on the second floor and eating nuts, became agitated when he saw the Sword of the Lake Lady. He yelled and jumped out of the window.

"Boss, is this your car?" Tony almost threw himself on the Sword of the Lake Lady, rubbing his face back and forth on the car shell: "This is Guinevere, a dream car that money can't buy! "

Anthony just showed his head, and returned to the room without interest. He has passed this age, and if there was a classic Porsche 911 parked downstairs, he might be a little more excited.

And Martin didn't show his face at all. He has been a little depressed recently, and he seems to have not recovered from the symptoms of seasickness, and he has never had a good impression of cars that he can't get in.

Little Gerald also took a look, only to find that it was just a different color from his own, so he shook his head and went back to continue applying the mask.

Ethan dragged Surte down and ran all the way down. Like Tony, he circled the car and looked around, his actions were vulgar and wretched.

After Surte came to Night City, he was shocked enough. This place and the place he lived in are completely two worlds.

If San Diego can still make Soult feel a little familiar, then Night City is completely from the future for him.

Those skyscrapers that can't be seen at a glance, the strange aircraft that occasionally pass by in the sky, the unmanned vehicles all over the street, drones, young people with different shapes, the whole Night City exudes a fascination that fascinates him. smell.

And this Lake Girl Sword is definitely a creation that stands at the pinnacle of human industrial aesthetics, and Surte was fascinated almost immediately.

Different from the luxury and elegance of the Moonlight Gold, the shape and temperament of the Sword of the Lady of the Lake is just like its name. It is a sword that penetrates directly into your heart.

"Can you drive?" Tang Ji asked Soulte.

Soult froze for a moment, and replied with some hesitation: "Yes?"

He didn't know until he entered the city that he needed a driver's license to drive, and there were rules on the road. This was completely different from his previous racing in the wilderness.

After all, it was normal for him to bump into something or be hit by something.

"I'll see you off." Tang Ji casually threw the car keys to Surte. This kind of sports car that can only show its style on the track is really just a high-end toy.

Surte looked at the fancy key in his hand and couldn't believe his ears. He opened his mouth and finally just said to Tony and Ethan: "Get in the car!"

Tang Ji walked into the hotel alone, and there was no one behind the front desk. Like last time, they booked the place.

Anthony came down from the second floor, holding a PDA in his hand: "Your little hacker has ordered a lot of supplies, and we need to transport them back to that ship, and the saints have already gone to pick them up, and we have to make at least four trips. "

"Let her make trouble, she always wants to have a safe house." Tang Ji knew that Wu Qianying and Alia had made a fortune and were making crazy purchases, hoping to exchange the money for supplies before the federal currency depreciated.

Anthony glanced around and asked in a low voice, "Those guys, how long will it be before they come back?"

"31 days." Tang Ji looked at the countdown time: "Did anyone reply to the email we sent?"

What he was asking were the traitors in the plan, the bastards who claimed to be hermits, Tang Ji asked Anthony to try to contact that group of people.

"I was going to tell you about this, but there was no response at all. It has been more than 48 hours." Anthony shook his head: "They are either frightened by our name, or some captive is lying to us."

"Send another email and emphasize that this is the last contact." Before Tang Ji finished speaking, a new email suddenly popped up on the PDA, which read: "DC Politics and Prose House Coffee House."

"Tell them to come see me in Night City."

(End of this chapter)