I give the world destruction and rebirth

A few hours later, Hiroyuki Sanada, who once again stood in his hometown of Neon, finally relied on his roots as a Yakuza member to survive the intense discomfort.

He stood tenaciously beside a highway, holding on to the fence, his face livid and gritted his teeth, and he didn't say a word for a long time.

Behind Hiroyuki Sanada, Wang Zhengdao spread a cigar for Tang Ji and proudly showed off: "Smell this, it's a good thing specially provided by the royal family of the Eagle Federation."

"Did you steal it?" Tang Ji passed it in front of his nose. It was indeed fragrant and deep, with a layer of white fluff condensed on the surface: "Seriously, why don't you jump ship and work with me? With your help, before the player comes back, We can clean up the naturalized forces on the surface."

"Forget it, you and I both know that there is no point in doing this." Wang Zhengdao took out a delicate little brush, lightly swept the surface of the cigar, and stretched out four fingers: "The prophet has seen a future where there are no players. Four Second-rate."

"So?" Tang Ji was not as particular as he was. He rubbed a trace of flame with his fingers and lit the cigar directly.

"Three hundred and forty-two of the world's top 500 companies can't match it." Wang Zhengdao rotated the cigar and waited for the layer of fluff on the surface to be cleaned away before picking out a small piece of wood with a unique shape and lighting the cigar.

After Wang Zhengdao's set of procedures, Tang Ji felt like he was wasting his wealth. As a result, Wang Zhengdao inhaled the smoke into his lungs like a cigarette, and he coughed as if he was about to die.

"Ahem. How come this thing sells for hundreds of thousands per box?" Wang Zhengdao casually threw the whole box to Tang Ji: "I think the queen enjoyed it when she smoked it."

"A cigar cannot pass through the lungs, at least not through the natural lungs." Tang Ji shrugged and put the cedar box into his arms.

"What the prophet means is that there are 342 large companies that have something to do with players?" Tang Ji understood the prophet's pessimism, but he couldn't understand the prophet's slackness.

Maybe because he has never seen a future without players, he doesn't care at all how deeply the players are rooted in this world. As long as he doesn't die and kills them one by one, he will eventually kill them all.

"Who knows, she is becoming more and more sensitive and irritable, and her psychology and physiology have the characteristics of a thirty-five-year-old and an eighty-year-old at the same time." At this time, Wang Zhengdao's voice was a little low: "The doctor said that she I can’t hold on much longer.”

"She's dying? How fast?" Tang Ji frowned. Although he looked down on the Ark Organization, the prophet was indeed kind to him.

"Maybe a month, maybe a year, but she has decided to look at the future again." Wang Zhengdao looked at Tang Ji: "When her consciousness returns again, it will be her death."

"I remember that when she comes back again, she will be eighteen years old again, young again, and walk through life again." Tang Ji took a deep breath of the cigar, then exhaled the smoke for a long time, savoring the pleasure brought by the special offering: "If everything goes well, maybe she can solve the player's problem herself."

"She can't do it anymore. Her body doesn't allow it. The prophet is very aware of her state." Wang Zhengdao sighed: "Her abilities are much stronger than before, but she can only choose to return to the age of eighteen and die. It’s better to return to the time of gazing before you die.”

"This is really a very practical upgrade direction." Tang Ji commented against his will. After all, the prophet's ability involves too many things.

Even Wu Qianying couldn't tell whether she really saw the future or whether she had imagined a 'future world' in her brain by relying on a large amount of data and calculations.

The latter can better explain her continuous physical aging, but a lot of the information provided by the prophet is too specific, and it is almost impossible to be a virtual future.

Wu Qianying once tried to ask Tang Ji to obtain some biological samples from the prophet, but Tang Ji refused.

"The prophet wants to see if he can see the future of the player's existence in some special way." Wang Zhengdao explained in a low voice: "Every time the prophet looks at the future, he will see a different future because of his own differences."

"In what way?" Tang Ji didn't feel too sad about the prophet's choice. Almost all the stories between the prophet and him happened in the future that only she knew.

For Tang Ji himself, the prophet was just a stranger who suddenly appeared and showed kindness to him. Tang Ji was willing to go through fire and water for the prophet's help, but he could not disguise his feelings.

"When she looked into the future for the fourth time, she gave herself a transfusion of blood left by the player at the scene, but it failed." A trace of determination flashed in the eyes of the man who couldn't smoke cigars: "This time, she wanted to try to be possessed by the player. At that moment, use your abilities.”

"Is she crazy?" Tang Ji's voice suddenly rose: "How can she guarantee that the consciousness that goes to the future is her and not the player? How can she guarantee that she will be safe and sound?"

"She can't guarantee it, but she said there's nothing to lose. If the returning consciousness belongs to the player, it's up to you to kill the player directly." Wang Zhengdao said to Tang Ji seriously: "So, are you willing to help the prophet complete her mission?" A last wish?"

"What does the prophet need me to do?" Tang Ji puffed on his cigar again and asked in a smoky voice.

"First of all, you continue your plan to clean up the player's body library, but remember to keep one of them." Wang Zhengdao glanced at Hiroyuki Sanada, who was still motionless in the distance: "You have to find a way to kill the person responsible for clearing the body memory. He is a superhuman who is waiting for the player to return and send the prophet who has disguised his identity into the body warehouse, waiting for her to be descended by the player when she is fully conscious, and then raids the body warehouse to give the prophet a chance to activate his abilities."

"Friend, what you need is God, not me." Tang Ji laughed at himself: "This plan sounds like a child's play, it requires too much coincidence and luck."

Tang Ji suddenly got stuck. He pointed at Wang Zhengdao with his cigar: "What the prophet needs is not me, but Mr. Good Luck."

"Yes, but you are still an important part of the plan. Only you can completely kill the player." Wang Zhengdao patted Tang Ji's shoulder hard: "This is our only chance to see the real future. Don't you want to know The future?"

Wang Zhengdao still didn't say anything. Although the prophet and the Ark organization she led had been fighting against the players, deep down they still looked forward to a chance in the future and the possibility of peaceful coexistence.

"I understand, I will try my best." Tang Ji threw the butt of his cigar on the road and strode towards Hiroyuki Sanada.

Before starting the prophet's far-fetched plan, he had to finish his own business.

"Sanada, let's go find a chef named Nagakusa Shiro first. You can check where the bone-yaki cuisine is." Tangji patted Hiroyuki Sanada on the back.

The next second, Hiroyuki Sanada was lying on the railing and vomited. The four words "Return Home in Rich Clothes" were crossed out in Sanada's heart.

"This is my hometown. Neon has two metropolitan areas with a population of more than 20 million people. The Keihanshin metropolitan area is one of them, and the big board is an integral part of it." Hiroyuki Sanada got a car by his own means The car pulled Tang Ji and Wang Zhengdao on the narrow road.

Wang Zhengdao took them directly to a location one hundred and twenty kilometers away from Osaka City. He generally would not jump in places he was not familiar with, especially in an environment like a neon urban area.

As a space jumper, it is instinctive to be careful not to jump into a dead place. In Wang Zhengdao's perception, the entire city is full of dead places, and there are almost no empty places.

So they either enter Osaka City at the risk of jumping directly into the wall of the building, or drive in. Wang Zhengdao needs to spend some time to 'understand' this area in order to jump here more efficiently.

To Tang Ji, superhuman abilities are a bit ridiculous, but Wang Zhengdao's is considered normal.

"What crime have you committed?" Tang Ji remembered Hiroyuki Sanada saying that he was a wanted criminal in Neon.

"I used to work in Arasha's security company. In one operation, I killed a person who shouldn't have been killed. The other person's father was a congressman." Hiroyuki Sanada smiled bitterly: "Araban didn't want to offend a congressman for a soldier. , and don’t want to just hand me over and arrange for me to go to the Federation to fend for myself.”

"Aren't you worried about your face being caught by the camera?" Tang Ji glanced at the cameras on the streets. He had special equipment on him to prevent the cameras from capturing clear images, so there was no need to worry.

"Didn't you think about this problem when you arrested me?" Hiroyuki Sanada asked quietly: "The face you see now has been re-plasticized. I have completely severed ties with my past. "

"So Hiroyuki Sanada is not your real name?" Tang Ji opened the electronic map of Osaka City and became as familiar with the environment as possible.

"It is now." Hiroyuki Sanada fell into silence and drove towards the famous bone bathing restaurant.

Tang Ji and the others also just learned that due to its unique cooking concept and amazing taste, reservations for a restaurant called Bone Swimming Grill have been scheduled for seven months. Only special customers can temporarily jump in the queue and disrupt the queue. order.

As for their group, one wanted criminal and two stowaways obviously did not have the honor to jump in line until today.

"Let's go around here twice, and then we'll find an opportunity to sneak in." Tang Ji ordered while looking at the Bonefish Restaurant in the downtown area.

The legendary genius chef who mastered the secret of bone bathing is obviously not short of money. His shop covers an area of ​​more than 600 square meters and has a small courtyard with bamboo and pond, which is very unique in this crowded city.

However, this made it easier for Tang Ji and the others to infiltrate. At such a close distance, Wang Zhengdao easily brought the two of them into the courtyard of the Bonefishing Restaurant.

Here, it is so quiet that you can even hear the chirping of cicadas, and the downtown area separated by a wall seems to have disappeared out of thin air. This huge contrast is enough to bring a very special experience to the guests who come here.

"White noise jammer." Wang Zhengdao pointed to the equipment that looked like a stereo in the corner: "But the effect is so good, it must be terribly expensive. Your target must be very rich. Didn't you say he is a cook?"

Obviously, the cook named Nagagusa Shiro has wealth that does not match his status, which is a dangerous sign.

Hiroyuki Sanada performed much better than before. He only took a few deep breaths to resist the discomfort caused by short-distance jumps.

"Tang Jun, what are you going to do next, rush in and help the poor cooking master?" Sanada Hiroyuki wanted to tell Tang Ji that this is Neon, not Night City, the rules are different, it's best not to So impulsive.

But he looked at Wang Zhengdao next to Tang Ji and restrained himself. Based on his knowledge, he couldn't think of anything that such a pair would not dare to do if they got together.

Even if they later said they were going to the Imperial Palace to kidnap the Neon Emperor, Hiroyuki Sanada would thoughtfully help them chart a route.

Thinking of this, Hiroyuki Sanada simply admired the scenery here. After all, he could not find such pure scenery in Night City.

Under the pavilion is an artificial stream less than one meter wide. The water is crystal clear and dotted with a few lotus flowers, making the place look full of life.

But Hiroyuki Sanada soon discovered something was wrong. The fish swimming in the stream were very strange. When he looked carefully, he took a step back and almost screamed.

"The fish here!" Hiroyuki Sanada suddenly stretched out his hand and fished out a fish from the stream.

What kind of fish is that? The head and tail are still intact all over the body, while the body has been picked clean, leaving only a barbed fish bone.

But it was still alive and kicking in Hiroyuki Sanada's hands, as if he didn't even notice that it was 'incomplete'.

Tang Ji took a look at the stream. There were forty or fifty fish of various sizes in it. Almost all of them were mutilated fish. Some were missing their flesh, and some had their heads chopped off.

"What did you call this restaurant before?" Wang Zhengdao frowned and asked, "Guyong Shao? Is this restaurant serious?"

"Whether he's serious or not, we'll find out if we go and take a look. It's lunch time as well." Tang Ji tidied up his clothes: "It seems that our new friend has developed quite unhealthy aesthetics. Maybe we need to help him reverse it." one time."

Hiroyuki Sanada threw the fish back into the water. He felt that in just half a day with Tang Ji, his world view had been broadened countless times.

He was a little confused. Is this what Tang Ji faces every day? So what does the street life mean when you risk your life and honor?

Thinking of this, he hurriedly followed Tang Ji.

The main building of Koyuyaki is four stories high. The first floor is the reception room, the second floor is the dining room and kitchen, and the third and fourth floors are Nagagusa Shiro's private territory. No one can get close except him.

As a talented cooking master who is famous in neon lights, Nagagusa Shiro’s mastery of the secrets of bone bathing is like a miracle in the cooking world.

It wasn't until the rise of superhumans in recent years that some people began to wonder, is this genius boy a genius or is he just a superhuman?

Nagagusa Shiro has not responded directly to this question and seems to be addicted to his own cooking world.

His famous stunt is to fillet a tuna. After he cut off 70% of the meat and put it on an ice tray, he threw the remaining part into the fish tank. It can still swim freely, as if it has not been affected by anything. harm.

Later, as Nagagusa Shiro's skills became stronger and stronger, the dishes he made became more and more exaggerated.

For example, in the now signature bone-simmering barbecue, after a fish is processed by him, the meat on the body is cooked again, but the fish still remains alive.

Nagagusa Shiro finally knew that he was not an unparalleled swordsman genius, he was just a super human. From then on, he no longer indulged in the secrets of cooking, but began to follow the footsteps of money.

In addition to running a restaurant, he also has another less glorious occupation part-time.

ps: The genre of bone swimming cuisine does exist in Neon. How should I put it? I think it is easy for "talents" to emerge from this genre.