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The robot dog that appeared in front of Tang Ji had slender limbs, an overall height of about 80 centimeters, and a body length of more than 1.5 meters. Its entire body was silver-gray and looked quite powerful.

The tail used to maintain balance kept swinging from side to side, the four claws had retractable sharp hooks, and a pair of scarlet eyes stared fixedly at the bathroom door behind Tang Ji.

Before Tang Ji could take a closer look at this beautiful man-made object, it had already jumped up like a cheetah, running up the wall and trying to bypass Tang Ji and enter the bathroom.

But Tang Ji's reaction was quick enough. He grabbed the robot dog's neck with his iron hand, and using his height advantage, he swung the robot dog out hard and smashed it to the ground.

The weight of the robot dog was lighter than Tang Ji expected. The silver-gray skin was not metal, but some kind of high-strength plastic.

This layer of skin absorbed most of the shock, and the robot dog climbed up unscathed and immediately rushed out in one direction, still intending to bypass Tang Ji.

These machines may be set to only attack Mr. Good Luck. The sniper just now also didn't try to attack Tang Ji.

Tang Ji grabbed the robot dog again and pressed the opponent against the wall with his body. He used his iron hands to push the robot dog's lower jaw upwards, and used the glass shards in his hands to continuously pierce the skin there.

At the same time, Tang Ji was still staring at the door. The two dogs outside the door had dug a hole in the reinforced door. A dog head with the same scarlet eyes came in and headed towards Tang Ji. Keep baring his teeth.

Maybe Tang Ji's aggressive behavior triggered the robot dog's program, or maybe the AI ​​program behind the scenes adjusted its tactics. The dog suddenly opened its mouth and spit out a sharp metal thorn at Tang Ji.

The metal thorn instantly penetrated Tang Ji's palm holding the glass shard, nailing the hand to the wall.

Tang Ji snorted and continued to control the dog in his hand. Then he bit the end of the metal spike with his teeth and pulled it out with force.

Tang Ji shook off the blood on his hands and picked up his new weapon. This metal thorn with a diameter of 1.5 centimeters did not hurt his bones.

"Guge's guardian dog?" Tang Ji thought of the new generation of law enforcement equipment that the Law Enforcement Bureau had planned to purchase, a guardian dog-type robot from Guge Company.

But in the end, the procurement plan was shelved due to opposition from the city government. Councilors apparently felt that letting robot dogs kill street kids on the street would be more terrifying than street kids killing other people on the street.

Now Tang Ji must admit that at least those fat-headed congressmen guessed it right on this matter.

He stabbed the metal thorn into the throat of the robot dog, stirred it a few times, and tore off the cables inside. The robot dog's movements were obviously deformed, but they were still powerful.

Tang Ji didn't know the internal structure of this thing, so he could only pierce the robot dog continuously. He didn't know which one pierced the opponent's cooling water pipeline. Hot liquid spurted out from the hole and sprinkled Tang Ji's hand. He could barely hold the slender metal thorn.

Fortunately, the power output of the robot dog dropped rapidly and it lost its threat.

At this time, another dog outside the door had squeezed half of its body into the room, and was aiming at Tang Ji with its metal thorn launcher in its mouth with its mouth open.

Before Tangji could use his companion as a shield, there was a sudden sound of metal deforming outside the door. The dog looked like a crew member dragged away by a sea monster, leaving several scratches on the floor. , disappeared instantly.

Then, there was another muffled sound, and there was a knock on the door, and Surte's voice appeared. "Who's in there? I'm here to see Tang Ji!"

"It's me." Tang Ji breathed a sigh of relief, put down the robot dog that was no longer moving, and tightly held its mouth with his prosthetic limb.

With a strong force, Soult pushed the relatively strong door open. Looking at Tang Ji who was covered in blood, he explained: "I'm not familiar with this, and I can't understand the road signs. I can only go one street at a time." If it weren’t for the crow sign at the door, it would probably have been a little later.”

Tang Ji smiled and understood Surte's embarrassment: "You have done well enough, but we are not used to having superhumans as teammates."

He really didn't realize this. Subconsciously, he still regarded Ethan's drone as the fastest way to support him. He never thought that there was a speedster in his team.

"Is it safe outside?" A shivering voice came from the bathroom. Mr. Good Luck was soaked in the ice water and did not dare to move. Only his nose and mouth were exposed on the water. He was already a bit frozen. White.

"The drones have been dealt with. My jammer is patrolling to make sure there are no other sources of danger nearby." Ethan's voice appeared at the right time: "Sulter went to support you alone without weapons."

"He's already here and has solved all the problems here." Tang Ji glanced outside the door. One of the two robot dogs was torn apart by the boy, and the other had his head smashed.

"Okay, the alarm is lifted." Ethan obviously had not adapted to the combat rhythm of infantry being faster than the air force. He was stunned for a while and then said: "We have one more street to arrive, just in time to pick you up and leave together."

"Come out, it's safe." Tang Ji walked into the bathroom and fished out Mr. Good Luck: "I'll give you thirty seconds to find some dry clothes. We're leaving."

"Thirty seconds?" Mr. Good Luck protested tremblingly, "Can you give me at least five minutes to dry myself off?"

One minute later.

Mr. Good Luck was wearing a bathrobe. He was wiping his hair as he went down the stairs and kept sneezing: "The problem is solved, why are you so anxious? At least let me blow dry my hair. My hair is very expensive!"

"Childish." Soult, who had just made a meritorious service, squeezed past Mr. Good Luck, deliberately squeezed him, and made a face at him while carrying the trophy robot dog in his hand.

As a result, his feet missed the mark and he rolled down the stairs. The robot dog took the opportunity to get out of control and opened its mouth towards Soult.

But before the metal thorn was launched, Tang Ji stepped back on the dog's mouth. The metal thorn penetrated the robot dog's upper jaw with a pop, connecting the dog's mouth directly.

"Be careful, he is a super human just like you." Tang Ji lifted Surte up from the ground, and the wound on his palm was no longer bleeding.

"That's right, we will be colleagues from now on." Mr. Good Luck also saw the wreckage left by Surte at the scene. For the sake of his own future safety, he was very polite to Surte: "Get to know me, my super power It’s money.”

Soult's eyes suddenly lit up, and he followed Mr. Good Luck and asked, "How much money do you have?"

Tang Ji wanted to tell Mr. Good Luck that Surte turned out to be doing business without capital. This expression was not a sign of friendship, but that he saw a fat sheep.

Mr. Good Luck originally wanted to give Soul a small tip to show his help, but he was wearing a bathrobe and was penniless.

However, Tang Ji and Soult soon saw the charm of Mr. Good Luck in terms of money. He saw a stack of cash in the stairwell, which was almost seven or eight thousand federal coins.

Mr. Good Luck had a accustomed calm expression and naturally handed the wad of money to Surte: "I'll change my clothes and take you to the casino. You can buy whatever you want when I come out!"

"I want to buy chewing gum!" At this time, Sirte looked at Mr. Good Luck like he was looking at a chicken laying golden eggs, and his whole body was glowing with golden light.

Tang Ji, who was following behind, showed a smile and sent a message to Wu Qianying: "Good luck joining the team."

"So, I just turned my head around and completed the task. Then, in order to show his sincerity, this lucky man gambled in the casino for two hours and gave each of us five million as a meeting gift?" Tony Holding the cash in his arms, he was squeezed into a small corner, his voice sounded a bit like sleepwalking.

In fact, this was indeed the case. After confirming that the mission was over last night, Tony took the time to spend money like water in the casino, and hundreds of thousands of chips were just wiped out.

As a result, the next morning before I woke up from a hangover, I was showered with cash. Not only did I make up for the shortfall, but I also had a balance of dozens of times.

"Yes, that's it." Martin is still the driver, but their car has been replaced by the legendary Beamon heavy transport truck.

This thing is a non-publicly sold product of military technology. It is a real behemoth machine that can transport a tank or an entire infantry platoon at one time. The entire vehicle is covered with 3.8 cm thick armor, which can resist the fire of all street weapons.

Only members of the ruling entity and the corporate alliance can buy this behemoth from Military Technology, but now the behemoth belongs to Tang Ji.

It was also a gift from Mr. Good Luck. After learning that he had to travel a long way to Night City, Carl Wilo, who had just experienced an attack, began to think of ways to increase his safety.

The first thing he set his sights on was the behemoth of the Palace Casino. Its ownership belonged to three casinos including the Palace Casino. They used Beamon as a cash escort vehicle, traveling between the casino and the bank every three days.

Countless people have witnessed this giant beast heading to the bank with cash inside, but no one has ever thought of taking advantage of the opportunity to make a fortune.

Because Beamon itself is a moving castle, if it were not stipulated by federal law and military technology had no intention of increasing firepower, it should have been moved with several artillery pieces.

Compared with the narrow space when they arrived, Beamon's internal space was too spacious for Tang Ji's team.

But now, the team members are still huddled together, looking even more pitiful than when they came, but no one complained, and everyone had a bright smile on their face.

Because what was invading their space were canvas bags filled with cash. Most of these bags belonged to Mr. Lucky, but each of them had at least one bag worth five million in cash.

When Mr. Good Luck left, in addition to extorting a Beamon, he also took away all his assets, which were basically cash.

He was used to throwing the money he won and picked up in the room of the casino without paying attention to it. After more than a year of accumulation, the total amount of this money has exceeded 300 million.

Just loading the cash into the car made the entire squad feel like they were fighting a war.

Having assets of 300 million yuan is one concept, and having cash of 300 million yuan is another concept. The former can only prove that you have entered the circle of rich people, while the latter means that you can set off a financial storm in a certain industry at any time. This is power.

And when someone piles 300 million in cash next to you, even if the money is not yours, you will feel a certain false sense of happiness that fills your heart and brain and cannot be dissipated for a long time.

Based on the charm of the cash, Mr. Good Luck occupies a special open space in the carriage. At this time, he is applying a facial mask and lying on the pile of money to catch up on sleep.

Obviously, Mr. Good Luck has become accustomed to the day and night schedule, and he doesn't care where these people plan to take him. He just donated 300 million to this organization, and he has every reason to believe that these people will Try your best to protect yourself.

Martin looked back at Qian Hai behind him from time to time. His hands holding the steering wheel were shaking. He was really worried that he would accidentally overturn the car. If it caught fire, he probably wouldn't be able to take out the 20 million yuan.

"Don't be nervous, watch the road!" Tang Ji sat on the command chair and reminded Martin.

Beamon provided enough space at the front of the car, but except for him and Anthony, everyone else obviously wanted to embrace the charm of money, and even the Saints went to the back to experience life.

"They just let us go?" Anthony remained vigilant. Before setting off, he saw many people clenching their fists and pistols behind their backs.

He originally thought that there would probably be a fight, but in the end the casino managers in the city just waved goodbye to them without any rash action.

"Don't forget that our Mr. Good Luck has lived there for a whole year. If they had a way to take advantage of him, they would have done it long ago." Tang Ji looked at his palm. At this time, there was only a shallow scar left on the wound. .

His recovery was faster than before.

"But it's 300 million!" Anthony couldn't help but glance behind him: "He has almost wiped out the net profit of a casino for a year, right? Even if they launch surface-to-surface missiles against us, I won't be surprised."

"I'm not surprised, but with our new members here, there is a high probability that the missile will have an accident during transportation, or the launch platform will be blown to the ground before launch." Tang Ji began to close his eyes to rest, and he felt something he hadn't felt for a long time. sense of security.

"Is it really that evil?" Anthony looked at the middle-aged man wearing a facial mask and cartoon pajamas, but he couldn't tell that he had such ability.

"It's more evil than you think. I haven't thought about it clearly until now. Did I find him or did he let me find him." Tang Ji felt that if he continued to think about this matter, he would fall into a chicken-and-egg situation. The dead end of raw chicken gave up thinking again.

"Let those smart people study it. Now I only care about how to use this evil ability in our career." Tang Ji smiled at the corner of his mouth, as if he had seen a bright future.

He didn't know what Wu Qianying had planned for Mr. Good Luck, but he had already thought of an absolutely effective way to use it, one that only tested luck.