I give the world destruction and rebirth

Tang Ji didn't know how embarrassed Mikkelsen was when he left Neon. He was almost 'sent' out by being chased by the fighter jets of the Abandon Group.

The Enterprise Joint Investigation Office had to borrow military technology's air power to balance the airspace power before allowing the blond Mikkelsen to leave safely.

For a smart guy like Mikkelsen, that's a pretty clear sign that Mr. Luck doesn't like him.

Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain why he arranged the boat ticket for his departure and happened to catch up with the core members of the Miki Consortium who also ran away overnight.

The Arashai Group's planes and Matsutomo Electric's warships paid no attention to the ordinary tourists on board, and were directly ordered to sink the ship.

In the end, Mikkelsen relied on his superior force to get ahead of the Miki family and drive away the small submarine they had placed on the ship in advance.

The last scene before leaving was that several core members of the family, led by Miki Eito, committed seppuku on the deck facing north.

These die-hard naturalized people know what will happen to them if they fall into the hands of local forces, and no one wants to verify that their will can withstand several rounds of torture.

After being out of danger, Mikkelsen showed a smile. In fact, losing a clone was not a loss to him. He just wanted to use it to humiliate the old bastard Saburo Arababa.

Mikkelsen watched Saburo Arababa step by step to get to where he is today, but his old rival has become sluggish and uninteresting.

After getting rid of the low-level taste, Mikkelsen once enjoyed playing against a hero who was at the same level as himself in terms of 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 in the first place.

However, many years later, the almost immortal Mikkelsen is still the mastermind behind the Joint Investigation Office, which is ambitious and enjoys fighting with the sky and others, while Saburo Arabata is considering standing at the forefront of human civilization. The other side.

Of course Mikkelsen could see Saburo Arasha's tendencies. Otherwise, given the Arasha Group's control over Neon, forces such as the Miki Consortium, which were secretly controlled by the naturalized people, would have no chance of being born.

The special national conditions of Neon give the Huangban Group almost no upper limit to its control here. Even though several large companies that openly compete with the Huangban Group actually have the shadow of Saburo Huangban behind them.

For example, in Matsutomo Electric, nearly 30% of its shares are controlled by Saburo Arabata, or to put it another way, nearly one-third of the shareholders of Matsutomo Electric are Saburo Arabata's people, but they don't know it.

So this time, the joint killing of the Miki Consortium by the Araban Group and Matsutomo Electric was just a deliberate act by Saburo Araban to show to others.

This other person is both Mikkelsen and the hawks within the Huangban Group.

The scale of the Araban Group is so big that even Araban Saburo himself can't say anything about it. At least Mikkelsen knows that the Araban Group's special section is a die-hard hawk, and he even secretly supports Araban Saburo's existence for this reason. His eldest son, Aragata Yorinobu, came to power.

It's just that the rebellious young man was obsessed with his long adolescence and resisted all attempts to impose responsibilities on him.

That prince is now hiding in Tokyo, the heart of Neon, running his own small gang called the Steel Dragon, attacking and kidnapping employees of the Awaban Group, and helping the Neon regime nationalize the Awaban industry.

One of the reasons why Mikkelsen is lurking in Osaka is that Yorinobu Arababa has a very close ally in Osaka, called the Iron Lotus Brotherhood.

The history of the Iron Lotus Brotherhood can be traced back to the Neon Red Army organization in the 1980s. It is a rare organization that openly resists the era of big capital and still survives despite being suppressed by many parties.

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

Mikkelsen originally wanted to find another opportunity to meet these two weirdos of the world, and see if he could use the former to infiltrate his power into the wasteland, or follow the latter's foolish behavior to insert a few more nails into the naturalized people.

But now, Tang Ji's appearance disrupted everything.

"If you press 85 alone, you will definitely win!" Carl Wilo sat next to Tang Ji, looking at the chips in front of him that were almost blocking his sight, and commanded enthusiastically.

But before Tang Ji could place his bet, a circle of gamblers around him all bet on the number Carl Wilo said. Although they couldn't understand the other words, they could still distinguish the number 85.

The sexy croupier was sweating profusely, and the already thin decorative clothing was soaked into a translucent state, making it even more sultry. However, at this time, none of the gamblers around her cared about her, and everyone was waiting. The little metal ball stopped beating.

Under the guidance of Carl Wilo, Tang Ji, who had only exchanged fifty yuan in chips, now had nine hundred thousand worth of chips. Several fat men were guarding the door from a distance, looking like Gearing up.

Hiroyuki Sanada moved his buttocks and glanced at the positions of these gang members from time to time. His muscles tensed up. Although he knew that Tanguy could probably solve the problem, he was still subconsciously nervous.

Not the tension of fear, but the tension of a professional gang member's fighting instinct.

The previous battle between Tang Ji and Shiro Nagagusa and the security of the Miki Consortium was a bit over the top for Hiroyuki Sanada. It was a war that he had never experienced or participated in.

But now, this environment, this familiar unfolding, is the area Hiroyuki Sanada is familiar with. After witnessing Tang Ji's battle, he also wanted to find an opportunity to release the fighting desire in his heart.

Carl Wille was not worried about safety issues at all. Although he had only known Tang Ji for a few days, he already had considerable trust in Tang Ji's combat effectiveness.

If he had met Tang Ji two years earlier, the current casino city of Las Vegas would have been renamed Mr. Wilo Casino.

When Mr. Lucky first debuted, his behavior was still conservative. Later, when he became confident in his abilities, he was already too familiar with major casinos and it was difficult to start.

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

At this time, the metal ball had stopped beating, gradually slowed down, and finally stopped firmly on the number 85 in the silence created by the gamblers holding their breath.

Deafening cheers suddenly erupted in the casino, and more gamblers gathered around the gambling table, waiting for an opportunity to make a sure profit without losing any money.

As for the croupier, her legs were weak and she knelt on the ground, unwilling to stand up for a long time. She could hardly imagine what kind of punishment she would face.

Hearing the cheers, the manager's face turned even darker. If only Tang Ji and the other two had won one million, he wouldn't even fart, and would even send a bottle of champagne to congratulate the other party on their great luck today.

But the other party played such an upright and fair game, which simply trampled their face into the ground.

In this round alone, the bettors won nearly two million chips from the casino, and every cheer made the manager's heart clench.

Tang Ji looked at the time. Wang Zhengdao should be back soon. He and Mr. Good Luck were the last passengers.

So he patted Carl Willer on the shoulder and pushed the chips on the gambling table: "Let's go, the entertainment time is over."

Carl Wile glanced at the gambling table with some nostalgia, then followed Tang Ji through the disappointed crowd, preparing to leave.

"Friend, why don't we just leave like this?" Yakuza, who deliberately opened his collar to reveal the tattoo on his chest and the pistol on his waist, pushed Tangji arrogantly.

But instead of pushing the opponent, he took a few steps back. He suddenly became angry and pushed forward like a bull.

Snapped!

Tang Ji slapped him to the ground and then stepped over him.

Ever since those scumbags in Night City learned to look at his photos a few times every night to prevent themselves from losing their eyes for a day, Tang Ji really hadn't encountered this kind of thing for a while.

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

Like a child on an outing, Carl Wille took advantage of the opponent's rolling on the ground to break off the opponent's gold necklace and put it into his pocket.

Hiroyuki Sanada, on the other hand, silently took out a short sword from the opponent's body.

The remaining Yakuza had realized that the person they were dealing with was not easy to deal with. They immediately reached into their arms and held the handle of the gun.

"Haha, if I were you, I wouldn't do that!" A pretendingly heroic voice came over: "Because you were dead the moment you took out your gun, right, Mr. Tang Ji?"

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

"Iron Lotus Brotherhood?" Hiroyuki Sanada took a step back subconsciously. He was about to tell Tang Ji that this was a well-known terrorist organization.

But then he suddenly realized that the person next to him was a world-famous new star in the industry and a champion among terrorists. It was the other person who should be nervous.

In fact, this was indeed the case. When Tang Ji looked over, the iron lotus flower on the bald man's forehead shrank because of the stiffness of his facial expression.

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

"The Iron Lotus Brotherhood is Neon's largest anti-capital organization, but with the end of the first corporate war and the complete withdrawal of the previous generation of truly religious members, this organization has been reduced to a minor role." Aaliyah quickly conveyed Gave Tang Ji the information she knew.

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

"Why not ask the experts around you?" Wu Qianying gave another choice, a choice that can never go wrong.

"What do you think?" Tang Ji suddenly turned to Carl Wille and asked, "Do you want to talk to them?"

Mr. Good Luck was stunned by Tang Ji's question. He didn't expect that there was something of his own here, but out of instinct, he liked the word "talk" very much, because he had never suffered a loss in negotiation or simply talking.

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

"Yorinobu, we have found Miwako." The head of the Special Section of the Security Department of the Araban Group, Yoshio Mida, met the long-lost Yorinobu Aragada in a nightclub in Tokyo.

Of course, he now takes the alias Kiryu Kazuma and dresses himself up in a completely different image than before, but Samada Yingo can still recognize him at a glance.

The name Miwako made Arabata Yorinobu's expression slightly moved, but after glancing at the lively place and the members of the Steel Dragon who were hiding in the crowd to protect him, he still maintained his sensual appearance.

"Now is not the time for you to fool around, Yorinobu." Sanda Yingfu was a little dissatisfied with this kind of place. He didn't like heartbreaking music, nor did he like these crazy hedonistic people.

As one of the first batch of returnees from the True Spy Project, Samada Yingo was accustomed to the poverty of his childhood and his forbearance as an adult. Even though he became the head of the Special Section of the Security Department of the Araban Group, he was able to break up with Saburo Arasha to a certain extent. Despite everything, he still kept a low profile.

"Nonsense?" Araban Yorinobu showed a disdainful smile: "I will soon be able to prove that I am not nonsense. The Araban Group will eventually return what belongs to the people of this land!"

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

Sanda Yingo can be regarded as a representative figure of the hawks, but he knows that if they want to shake Saburo Arabata's rule, they alone are not enough. In this twisted country, they must rely on the power of blood.

The only one who can defeat the Daimyo is the Daimyo. This is an eternal truth.

"Player? Are you still going to deal with me by lying to children like this?" Araba Yorinobu had enough of Sanda Yoshio's lies, and he stood up to leave.

From the first meeting, the special section chief who came to his door has been fabricating lies about the player, which made Araba Yorinobu feel that the other party was not even willing to make up a suitable reason for deceiving him.

"Miwako found evidence of the player's existence. She said she found a player." Mida Yingo also stood up, pushed away the Steel Dragon members who were surrounding him, and said angrily in the ear of Arababa Yorinobu : "For this information, someone Ling Chi stripped off all the flesh of her arm and thigh. This is not a fabricated lie! This is a bloody reality!"

"But she can't trust anyone now, except you." Sanda Yoshio grabbed Arababa Yorinobu's shoulders: "Even if I die today, I will bring you to her! I'm sorry!"

"Do it!"

PS: So, it’s a bit late and I’ll correct the typo later~