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"Look, I know we came here presumptuously, but I'm just as confused about the purpose of this trip as you are." Tang Ji overturned the low table and sat on it to make himself more comfortable, without being able to recognize the appearance of the guests at all. .

The real owner of this place was kneeling and sitting opposite Tang Ji, with an angry expression on his face, but that was all.

His eight weird bodyguards have helped him solve a lot of troubles, and there are also rumors that he can communicate with ghosts and gods, but they are obviously no match for this group of uninvited guests.

Eight human skeletons were piled together at once, regardless of each other.

Hiroyuki Sanada translated Tang Ji's words sentence by sentence, trying his best not to let his emotions affect the entire translation process.

But just as he thought, Tang Ji's words made Nagaso Shiro feel that the other party was deliberately insulting him.

"I have a friend. He is a superhuman like you, and his abilities are very miraculous." Tang Ji didn't care about Nagagusa Shiro's emotions, and just said to himself: "He got a revelation, and the only one who has the revelation is you. name, so here I am.”

Nagagusa Shiro muttered something in neon language, but Hiroyuki Sanada was too wise to translate it.

"The problem now is that no one knows what the meaning behind the revelation means." Tang Ji poured the bullets in the prelude bullet nest on the ground, making a crisp sound: "Should I kill you, or should I take you away?"

"But fortunately, we can leave this matter to luck." Tang Ji picked up three bullets from the ground and immediately filled them into the bullet chamber. He then rotated them vigorously and then closed them. Prelude: "Believe me, my friend is a professional in this regard. .”

After speaking, Tang Ji pointed the prelude's gun at Shiro Nagaso's face.

"Qiao Tomat!" Under the threat of death, Nagasaki Shiro finally said a neon language that Tang Ji could understand, "Wait a minute."

Then Nagagusa Shiro said a lot more, but Tangji could only wait for Hiroyuki Sanada to translate slowly.

"He said that he wanted to prove his worth first. If fate arranged this meeting, it must be because his ability is useful to you." Hiroyuki Sanada translated to Tang Ji: "He also said that besides being In addition to being a chef, he is also the best torture master in the local area."

"Master of torture?" Tang Ji and Wang Zhengdao looked at each other with doubts in their eyes. Do they need a master of torture?

In terms of craftsmanship, Tang Ji himself is a good torturer, but his torture methods tend to be battlefield style, regardless of the consequences, and the targets he has questioned have basically lost their value.

Tang Ji's current enemies seem to be completely unable to be tortured. Players can abandon their physical bodies and return their consciousness to their own world.

But Mr. Good Luck guided him here. Tang Ji was willing to take some time to get to know this person. But when he couldn't, he knocked him unconscious and asked Wang Zhengdao to carry him back. He could find the ice and snow princess and freeze him into an ice sculpture, which he could melt at will.

After getting Tang Ji's permission, Nagaso Shiro stood up, made a gesture of invitation, and led the three people up to the third floor.

The reason why Nagagusa Shiro is so cooperative is because he believes in the principle that a gentleman should not build a dangerous wall. As someone who has been playing with knives since he was a child, he actually has good sword skills.

After becoming a superhuman, his physical fitness increased again, so Nagagusa Shiro's combat effectiveness was quite strong, but he didn't want to just fight to the death with these uninvited guests.

Nagagusa Shiro's life as a successful man has just begun. What he took over from his master were two knives and a small shop of less than 20 square meters.

But now, he has assets worth more than one billion pills, and has his own connections in both the black and white circles. With his superb torture methods, he feels that he may not be able to become a real Chinese in the future.

Nagagusa Shiro took a deep breath and pushed open the door to the third floor. He had been exploring his abilities. The whole process was indeed cruel and bloody, but Nagagusa Shiro knew that the only way to stand above others in this world was to Rely on ability.

Hiroyuki Sanada was shocked by the scene behind the door. His footsteps stopped there, as if he didn't want to step into the room.

A skinned and shaved puppy, with only its furry head and tail still intact, immediately came up to Shiro Nagagusa after discovering it, with a face full of joy, and seemed completely unaware of the abnormality in his body.

The slanting sunlight passed through the puppy's bones, and the shadow reflected on the ground looked like some kind of monster, jagged and weird.

A thin, transparent layer of fascia wraps around the bones and serves to stabilize and lubricate them.

"This is Momotaro, my dog." Nagakusa Shiro rubbed the dog's head: "It was in a car accident and should have died like this, but I kept it by force."

Nagagusa Shiro threw the yellow horse mackerel that he had just peeled to Momotaro, drove the puppy aside, and continued moving forward.

This scene of a bone dog gnawing on a bone fish is enough to give normal people nightmares at night, but except for Hiroyuki Sanada, there is no normal person here.

Nagagusa Shiro stopped in front of a table covered with white cloth, and with a strong tug, an equally miserable 'corpse' was tied to the table.

Most of the muscles in his upper body have been stripped away, exposing the white bones. The same layer of transparent fascia binds the internal organs and blood vessels that have no muscle support.

But the 'corpse' himself seemed to have lost consciousness at this time, lying there motionless.

Wang Zhengdao glanced at Tang Ji and whispered: "I think it's time to give him a shot. I support you."

"He is a damn QJ murderer. The girl's father paid someone to kidnap him, and then handed him over to me." Nagagusa Shiro suddenly said to Wang Zhengdao in a less fluent federal dialect: "Girl My father watched me peel off six pounds and three ounces of flesh, and then committed suicide."

"Can you speak the federal dialect?" Wang Zhengdao looked at Nagaso Shiro with some surprise.

"That's why you will tell the truth in front of me, isn't it?" Nagagusa Shiro reached out and brushed the wounds on the 'corpse'. The next second, the 'corpse' suddenly regained all its senses.

The shrill screams echoed in the specially treated room, making people frown.

Only then did Hiroyuki Sanada realize that the prisoner's eyelids and lips had all been peeled off, and only a few pairs of teeth remained.

At this time, the prisoner seemed to have completely lost his consciousness, and there was no other reaction except continuous wailing.

Nagagusa Shiro's hand brushed the prisoner's wound again, and the prisoner seemed to suddenly relax and began to breathe heavily.

"I will peel off six pounds and three ounces of his flesh every day until the end. That is the weight of the girl when she was born." Nagagusa Shiro introduced lightly: "This is the promise I made to that father."

"I can control the pain of the target whose flesh and blood I have peeled off at will." Nagagusa Shiro continued: "So most of the time I will keep him in a pain-free state, but every night at twelve o'clock, until twelve Point forty-seven, I will set him free."

"I guess that was the time when he was violent to the girl?" Tang Ji continued, looking at the artwork on the table with interest, and out of thin air, he admired Nagagusa Shiro a little more.

"Yes, this is also the request of the girl's father." Nagakusa Shiro did not take any credit and just covered it with the white cloth again.

There was no need for him to lie about this matter, and Tang Ji also confirmed the identity of the prisoner through Aria. At least regarding the crime, Nagagusa Shiro did not lie.

This is the son of a certain congressman. Thanks to the neon legal stripes full of loopholes, he was only sentenced to seven months in prison and was paroled early.

Nagagusa Shiro continued to move forward and once again opened a table covered with white cloth, revealing a beautiful woman with most of her body still intact.

Compared with the previous prisoners, Nagagusa Shiro obviously spent more time on the woman. He started peeling off the fingers and toes and pushed upwards. Currently, there are only white bones left under the knee of the woman's right leg, while the left hand has been Removed to the clavicle.

"I don't know her name, and I don't care." Nagagusa Shiro introduced: "She is a commercial spy sent to me by Miki Company. I am only responsible for defeating her inner defenses."

Under the touch of Nagaso Shiro, the woman woke up. She had a pair of beautiful black eyes, but those eyes were full of hatred for the abuser.

Then she realized there were other people around her and tried to move her eyes, trying to make eye contact, while shouting something silently.

"You are very candid." Tang Ji glanced at the woman's distorted face, her expression a little gloomy. He looked at Shiro Nagaso and asked, "Why?"

"I'm just showing you my character and abilities." Nagagusa Shiro once again covered the woman under the white cloth, his eyes full of despair: "I want to tell you, I am a businessman, for me Say there’s nothing you can’t talk about.”

"If there is an enemy who needs to be tortured, I can help you make him wither in endless pain every day." Nagagusa Shiro picked up a white towel from the towel rack next to him and wiped his palms gently: "If there is a person who needs to be tortured, I am The most conscientious torturer, I won’t ask any more questions, I’m just responsible for making the target collapse.”

"So, if you need my capabilities, I would be happy to give you a quotation." Nagagusa Shiro's expression was so sincere.

But in fact, he only found out Tang Ji's identity through some personal connections during the fifteen minutes he was away from preparing the ingredients.

He just told the other party about Tang Ji's characteristics: black trench coat, prosthetic limbs, Asian, and vicious appearance. The other party immediately told his name and a warning.

"Based on what you've done, I suggest you run away." My friend, who is also a metahuman but works in the Abandon Intelligence Department, stressed on the phone: "If you can't run away, just try to cooperate as much as possible. Maybe he will also see Up to your abilities."

"By the way, be honest, maybe there is still hope." The friend said the last thing and hung up the phone in a hurry. Obviously, for him, Tang Ji's appearance in Neon was also an important piece of information.

Nagagusa Shiro's back was already wet with sweat. He was betting that Tang Ji came to him because he was useful, and that the previous 'bodyguards' were just a cover-up.

"What is your ability?" Tang Ji did not make a decision immediately, but continued to ask: "What happened to those skeletons just now?"

"Everyone has his secrets, and I am no exception." Nagagusa Shiro tried his best to smile: "I never inquire about my employer's secrets, and I also don't want to reveal mine."

"What will happen to these semi-finished products if you die?" Tang Ji pointed at the woman on the stage and asked pleasantly.

Nagagusa Shiro's expression changed, he took a step back, and replied with the same smile: "Of course they will immediately bear the pain and risks they deserve."

"Don't be nervous, I don't plan to kill you right now." Tang Ji turned to the second floor and said, "Tell me your quotation, and then bring me another sashimi. This time, I want a big fish!"

But in fact, Tang Ji turned around and said to Wang Zhengdao: "Go back to Night City and bring Anthony and Chrissy Cunningham. We need a first aid team."

"Back to Night City? Now?" Wang Zhengdao had already started sharpening his chopsticks, but suddenly lost his appetite: "Do you really use me as a means of transportation?"

"Don't forget, you still want to ask me to borrow Mr. Good Luck." Tang Ji straightened the overturned table: "The woman's mouth was saying the word Losas. I can tell, I guess this is That’s why Mr. Good Luck sent me here.”

"I think you just want to kill the cook." Wang Zhengdao threw the chopsticks aside: "Forget it, I'll run over and you try to stabilize the situation. I think the woman's injuries are difficult to save."

"Remember to tell Anthony clearly about the woman's situation. He knows what to bring." Tang Ji looked at the numb Hiroyuki Sanada and asked by the way: "If you feel uncomfortable, ask him to send you back first."

Hiroyuki Sanada opened his mouth, feeling that he might never be able to keep up with the chatter of these lunatics. Since then, going between Neon and the Federation has become like wandering around his own backyard.

"Hurry up on your way. Don't think I don't know. When you came here, you came in environmentally friendly mode and didn't exert any effort." Tang Ji pointed at Wang Zhengdao: "Don't delay my business!"

"I will be back within two hours. Don't start too early. There will only be three corpses left and you will have run away in vain!" As soon as Wang Zhengdao finished speaking, the person had disappeared.

On the third floor, Nagagusa Shiro, whose expression changed, was also arranging troops.

"Tang Ji wants to kill me." Nagagusa Shiro's tone was a little angry. He felt that he was humble enough and showed enough value, but the other party still planned to kill him, which made him very angry.

"Don't count on us, Shiro." A friend from the intelligence department far away said with some regret: "Daban is not our sphere of influence. The manpower we can use there is not enough to fill his teeth."

"I know, I'm going to give the Miki Consortium a try." Nagagusa Shiro glanced at the woman covered under the white cloth beside him and explained: "I'm calling you to tell you that he is interested in the person you placed in the Miki Consortium. Spies are interested.”

"Shiro Nagagusa! Miwako is in your hands!" His friend glared angrily, as if he heard something unbelievable.

The expression that seemed to make his eyes pop out of his sockets made Nagaso Shiro laugh: "It's just business."

PS: I was on duty on the third day of the new year, and it felt really good to be able to code while being paid~ The typos have been corrected