I give the world destruction and new life

Chapter 164 Gathering
Tang Ji didn't know how embarrassed Mikkelsen was when he left Neon. He was almost 'sent' out by fighters from the Arban Group.

The Joint Enterprise Investigation Office had to borrow the air power of military technology to balance the air space power before allowing the blond-haired Mikkelsen to leave safely.

For a smart guy like Mikkelsen, it was a very clear sign that Mr. Luck didn't like him.

Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain why he arranged the boat ticket for his own departure, so coincidentally, he caught up with the core members of the Miki Consortium who also ran overnight on the same boat.

Arabata Group's aircraft and Matsutomo Denko's warship didn't care about the ordinary tourists on board, and were ordered to sink the ship directly.

In the end, Mikkelsen relied on his extraordinary force to drive away the small submarine they had placed on board in advance before the Miki family.

The last scene before leaving is the core members of the family headed by Eito Miki committing seppuku on the deck facing north.

These hardcore naturalized people know what will happen to them if they fall into the hands of local forces, and no one wants to prove that their will can survive a few rounds of torture.

After getting out of danger, Mikkelsen showed a slight smile. In fact, losing a clone is not a loss to him. He just wanted to use this to humiliate that old bastard Saburo Arata.

Mikkelsen has watched Saburo Arata step by step to today, but his old opponent has become lethargic and uninteresting.

Mikkelsen, who got rid of the low-level fun, once enjoyed playing against such a hero who can be at the same level as himself in the overall situation.

But since he discovered the existence of the player, he was no longer interested in playing chess with a neon man, and he even hid himself for the first time.

However, many years later, Mikkelsen, who is almost immortal, is still the man behind the ambitious Joint Investigation Office, who has endless fun fighting against the sky and people, and Saburo Arata is considering standing on the threshold of human civilization. The other side.

Of course, Mikkelsen could see Saburo Arata's tendency, otherwise, with Arata Group's control over Neon, forces such as the Miki Consortium secretly controlled by naturalized people would have no chance of being born.

The special national conditions of Neon make it almost unlimited for the Araba group to control this place. Even the several big companies that are apparently against the Araba group actually have the shadow of Araba Saburo standing behind them.

For example, Matsutomo Electric has nearly 30.00% of its shares held by Saburo Arata, or to put it another way, nearly one-third of the shareholders of Matsutomo Electric belong to Saburo Arata, but they do not know it.

So this time the Arabata Group and Matsutomo Denko's joint killing of the Miki Consortium was just a deliberate act by Saburo Arabata for others to see.

This other person is not only Mikkelsen, but also those hawkish figures within the Arata Group.

The scale of the Arama group is so large that even Saburo Araba himself can't say a word. At least Mikkelsen knows that the special class of the Araba group is a hardcore hawk, and even for this reason he secretly supports Saburo Arata. The eldest son Arabata Laishin took the throne.

It's just that the rebellious son, obsessed with his long adolescence, resisted all attempts to impose responsibility on him.

His Royal Highness is now hiding in the heart of Neon-Tokyo, running his own small gang named Iron Dragon, attacking and kidnapping the employees of Araba Group, and providing help for the Neon regime to nationalize the Araba industry.

One of the reasons why Mikkelsen is lurking in Osaka is that Arabata Yoshinobu has a very close ally in Daban called the Iron Lotus Brotherhood.

The history of the Iron Lotus Brotherhood can be traced back to the Neon Red Army organization in the 80s. It is a rare organization that openly resisted the era of big capital and survived tenaciously under the siege of many parties.

The current leader of the Brotherhood of the Iron Lotus is a superhuman. According to the information obtained by Mikkelsen, the Brotherhood of the Iron Lotus obviously regards the existence of naturalized people and players as some kind of external force to break the cycle, and is trying to get along with them. They touch.

Mikkelsen originally wanted to find another chance to meet these two eccentrics, to see if he could use the former to infiltrate his power into the wasteland, or follow the latter's folly to insert a few more nails into the naturalized ones.

But now, the appearance of Tang Ji disrupted everything.
"Single bet 85, I'm sure I'll win!" Carl Ville sat next to Tang Ji, looking at the chips in front of him that were about to block his view, and commanded enthusiastically.

But before Tang Ji placed his bet, the gamblers around him all bet on the number Carl Weller said. Although they couldn't understand other words, they could still tell the number 85.

The sexy croupier was sweating profusely, soaking the thin decorative clothing into a translucent state, making it even more seductive, but at this time the gamblers around her no longer cared about her, and everyone was waiting The little metal ball stopped beating.

Under Carl Weller's guidance, Tang Ji, who only exchanged 50 yuan worth of chips, now has chips worth 90 yuan. look.

Hiroyuki Sanada moved his buttocks, glanced at the positions of these gangsters from time to time, and his muscles tensed up. Although he knew that Tang Ji could probably solve the problem, he was subconsciously nervous.

Not the nervousness of fear, but the nervousness of a professional gangster's fighting instinct.

For Sanada Hiroyuki, the previous battle between Tang Ji and Yongcao Shiro and the security of the Miki Consortium was a bit out of line. It was a war he had never experienced or participated in.

But now, this environment, this kind of familiar development, is exactly what Hiroyuki Sanada is familiar with. After seeing Tang Ji's battle, he also wants to find a chance to release his desire to fight.

Carl Weller is not worried about safety at all. Although he has only known Tang Ji for a few days, he already has considerable trust in Tang Ji's combat effectiveness.

If he had known Tang Ji two years earlier, Las Vegas, the casino now, would have to be renamed Mr. Weller Casino.

Mr. Lucky, who just debuted at the beginning, was still conservative in his work style. Later, when he became confident in his ability, he was already too familiar with the major casinos, so it was difficult to start.

"Ruotou, those two foreigners have already won almost 100 million, what should we do?" The manager in the vest asked with a ruthless face: "The people from Iron Lotus are in the backyard, so let them make the first move."

At this time, the metal ball had stopped beating, gradually slowed down, and finally stopped steadily at the number 85 in the silence created by the crowd of gamblers holding their breaths.

There were deafening cheers in the casino, and more gamblers gathered around the table, waiting for a chance to make a profit without losing money.

As for the croupier, her legs gave way, and she knelt down on the ground, unwilling to stand up for a long time. She hardly dared to think about the punishment she would face.

Hearing the cheers, the manager's face became even uglier. If only Tang Ji won 100 million, he wouldn't even give a fart. He would even send a bottle of champagne to congratulate the other party on their lucky day.

But the other party just played the trick of Jinkou Yuyan so openly, it almost stepped their face into the soil.

In this round alone, the bettors won nearly 200 million chips from the casino, and every cheer made the manager's heart knead into a ball.

Tang Ji looked at the time, Wang Zhengdao should be back soon, he and Mr. Lucky are the last passengers.

So he patted Carl Weller on the shoulder, and pushed the chips onto the gaming table casually: "Let's go, the entertainment time is over."

Karl Ville glanced at the gaming table with some nostalgia, and then followed Tang Ji through the disappointed crowd, preparing to leave.

"My friend, why don't you just leave like this?" Yakuza, who deliberately opened his collar to reveal his chest tattoo and a pistol at his waist, pushed Tang Ji a little arrogantly.

But he didn't push the opponent, instead he took a few steps back, and suddenly became angry from embarrassment, and pushed forward like a bull.

Snapped!
Tang Ji slapped him to the ground, and then stepped on him.

Ever since the scumbags in Night City learned to look at his photo a few times every night to prevent themselves from losing their eyes one day, Tang Ji really hasn't encountered such a thing for a while.

"Baga." Another weak chicken named Yakuza, who was no different from a gangster, had his jaw crushed by Tang Ji before he could finish his mantra.

Carl Weller, like a child on a picnic, took advantage of the other party's rolling on the ground, snapped off the other party's gold necklace, and slipped it into his pocket.

And Hiroyuki Sanada silently took out a dagger from the opponent.

The few remaining Yakuza had already realized that the person they were going to deal with was not easy to mess with, and they reached into their bosoms and grabbed the handle of the gun immediately.

"Haha, if I were you, I wouldn't do that!" A pretentious and heroic voice came over: "Because you were already dead the moment you drew your gun, right, Your Excellency Tang Ji?"

Tang Ji followed the voice and found the speaker, a 1.8-meter-tall bald man in a black jacket, with an iron-gray lotus flower tattooed on his forehead, standing in the shadow of the light, reflecting fluorescence.

"Iron Lotus Brotherhood?" Hiroshi Sanada subconsciously took a step back. He just wanted to tell Tang Ji that this was a well-known terrorist organization in Neon.

But after thinking about it, he suddenly realized that the person next to him was a world-renowned rising star in the industry, a champion among terrorists, and he should be the one who should be nervous.

In fact, this is indeed the case. When Tang Ji looked over, the iron lotus on the forehead of the bald man shrank a little because of the rigid facial expression.

"I have no malicious intentions!" The big man first explained: "I just represent my organization and would like to take this opportunity to talk to you!"

"The Brotherhood of the Iron Lotus is the largest anti-capital organization in Neon, but with the end of the first corporate war and the complete withdrawal of the members of the previous generation of true faith, this organization has been reduced to a small role." Aliya quickly passed on Gave Tang Ji the information she knew.

"My opinion is that there is no need to contact them." Aliya kept scrolling through the information in front of her eyes: "They have been trying to get in touch with the Sanmu Consortium in recent years. I don't know if they are targeting naturalized people."

"Why don't you ask the experts around you?" Wu Qianying gave another choice, a choice that would never go wrong.

"What do you think?" Tang Ji suddenly turned his head to Karl Weller and asked, "Do you want to talk to them?"

Mr. Lucky was stopped by Tang Ji. He didn't expect to have his own business here, but out of instinct, he was very fond of the word "talking about it", because he had never suffered a disadvantage in negotiations or just talking about it.

"Why not?" Mr. Luck smiled, showing eight white teeth.

"Laixuan, we have found Miwako." The head of the Special Section of the Security Department of the Arata Group, Osuo Sanina, saw the long-disappeared Arban Laishou in a nightclub in Tokyo.

Of course, he is now aliased as Kiryu Kazuma, and he has dressed himself up in a completely different image from the past, but Sandao can still recognize him at a glance.

The name of Miwako made Arata Raisan's expression slightly moved, but he glanced at the lively scene and the members of the Iron Dragon who mingled in the crowd to protect him, and he still maintained his sensual look.

"Now is not the time for you to mess around, Lai Xuan." San Daoyingfu was a little dissatisfied with this kind of place, he didn't like heart-piercing music, and he didn't like these crazy people who enjoy themselves.

As the returnees of the first batch of the True Spy Project, Sandao Oo was used to the hardships of childhood and the forbearance of adulthood. Even if he became the head of the special section of the Security Department of the Arama Group, he could break up with Saburo Araba to a certain extent. Wrestling his wrists, he still kept a low profile.

"Nonsense?" Arabata Laixuan showed a disdainful smile: "I will soon prove that I am not fooling around. The Arabata Group will eventually return the things that belong to the people of this land!"

"Your father's position has been shaken again, and his attitude towards those players has become more and more ambiguous." San Daoyingfu even said in a begging tone: "You must come back to take charge of the overall situation, otherwise we will have no power to resist."

San Inao can be regarded as a representative of the hawk faction, but he knows that it is not enough to rely on them alone if he wants to shake Saburo Arama's rule. In this distorted country, they must rely on the power of blood.

Only the daimyo can defeat the daimyo, this is an eternal truth.

"Player? Are you still going to use this kind of lie to me to perfuse me?" Arabata Laixuan had had enough of Sandao Yingfu's lies, and he got up and prepared to leave.

Since the first meeting, the head of the special class who came to him has been making up this lie about the player, which makes Arabata Laishuan feel that the other party is not even willing to make up a suitable reason to deceive him.

"Miwako found evidence of the player's existence. She said she found a player." Sandao also stood up, pushed away the members of the Iron Dragon who surrounded him, and said angrily in the ear of Arabata Laishan : "For this information, Ling Chi stripped off all the flesh and blood of one arm and one thigh. This is not some fabricated lie! This is a bloody reality!"

"But she can't trust anyone now, except you." San Inaoo grabbed Aranoban Laixuan's shoulder: "I'm going to die today, and I'll bring you in front of her too! I'm sorry!"

"Go!"

　PS: So, it's a bit late, I'll correct the typos later~
　　
　
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