I give the world destruction and rebirth

"Hello! I am your old friend Stan! Another boring day has begun. Workers in Night City, are you ready for a new round of exploitation?

Haha, of course this is a joke! This is the city of dreams! I love this city, just like you love your mother. I remember when she left you at the door of the orphanage, and now when I meet you walking on the street, I don't care if you want to smoke!

Every day there will be hundreds and eighty new arrivals here, but only half of them can last a year, and they have to catch up with the good years!

Of course if they catch up with our new hero, Enforcer Don, who is in a bad mood, they all have to take a break!

But why did they rush to Night City? It’s because everyone dreams of having their naked photo on the cover of Time magazine!

Who wouldn’t want to be the next Enforcer Don? Wear the coolest clothes, grab the biggest gun, kill the toughest people and become a legend!

Do you know where the legends of Night City gather together?

Afterlife bar!

If this is your first time in Night City, it’s a good idea to have a drink in the afterlife!

Okay, the commercial break is over, and now comes the much-anticipated Dead Man’s Lottery.”

The noisy sound stopped when Surte pulled out the car key. Although he was already an experienced driver in the wasteland, he still had to learn for a long time if he wanted to drive in Night City.

For example, after first correcting the habit of driving and hitting people and cars, Martin covered his head and leaned on the back of the passenger seat, feeling like he had just returned from a battle.

"Boy, if you want to drive well, you can't drive halfway and suddenly get out of the car to beat someone based on your ability, and then come back and continue driving!" Martin struggled to unbuckle his seat belt, but he used too much force and accidentally Pulling the thing off: "Especially when I'm still in the car, you can't do this!"

Do you know what it feels like to be sitting in a car traveling at 80 miles per hour, chatting, and when you turn around, the driver disappears and the door opens?

Martin knows

"I drove ten kilometers and I didn't get a scratch!" Surte was wearing a hip-hop outfit. His clothes and trousers were one size larger than others. He also wore a luminous hat crookedly. He looked like a city kid. .

"Get out of the car and lift all the cars and pedestrians blocking your way aside! This is cheating!" Martin squeezed out of the car door.

They were driving a Quartz EC-L R275, a new product from Tianqiong Company, a compact sports car. Although the space and appearance are not outstanding, the engine is powerful and the leather is durable. The market response is very good.

Soult bought the car himself, that's what he said anyway. Anthony didn't see any suspicious blood stains on the car, so he acquiesced to this statement.

Martin did find several bottles of inhalants of unknown origin in the secret compartment of the trunk, as well as a pistol that had not been maintained for a long time. Judging from Soult's surprised expression, he obviously did not find these things either.

"You didn't say that before! I drove the car to the destination intact, and you have to take me in with you!" Surte looked at the sign of Afterlife with eyes full of expectation.

Since this kind of entertainment venue did not leave a good impression on Sirte the past few times, he yearned for this bar with a special status in the Night City.

The Afterlife Bar is the largest neutral zone in Night City. It does not belong to any gang force. Street fighters and law enforcers can also have a drink here.

At the same time, it is also the most famous information exchange center in Night City. A large number of intelligence brokers regard it as their home and exchange all kinds of secret information into finance.

Urban mercenaries, bounty hunters, hackers, private detectives, and other shady characters come here regularly.

The boss of Afterlife is a woman named Rogge. She has a great background and is a big shot in the mercenary circle. She has always kept a low profile, but people say that all major events in Night City can only be accomplished with her nod.

"I heard that this shabby place used to be a morgue. It's not bad luck to drink here." Martin spat on the roadside and stretched his muscles.

"Hillbilly, be careful what you say! Don't block the road!" Two mercenaries with dark circles under their eyes, who had just wandered out of the afterlife and had not adapted to the sunshine outside, pushed Martin.

Martin didn't hesitate, he picked up the mercenary, threw him over the wall, and threw him under the sun: "Sober up and don't mess with people you shouldn't mess with!"

Surte also punched another mercenary in the stomach with a speed that others could not see, causing him to vomit all over the floor. The wine he spent last night was all in vain.

A camera at the door of the bar turned to Martin, stared at him for a long time, and then turned back. The security guards in the next life were not willing to meddle in such nosy matters. As long as no one was killed, they would not be held responsible outside the door of the bar.

"Let's go, the head should be inside already." Martin walked down the steps happily, followed by Soult.

As Martin said before, the predecessor of Afterlife was a morgue. The entire main body of the building is underground. The further you go down, the cooler it gets.

After turning a corner, they saw the real entrance to the afterlife. The security guard in a suit looked at Martin and Surte seriously. They faced off for a few seconds before slowly moving out of the way: "Don't cause trouble, we're watching you." Woolen cloth."

"Then you have to watch carefully." Martin strode into the bar, and the strange neon light effects instantly dazzled Sirte.

"Handsome man, would you like a drink?" The mature and beautiful female bartender looked at Surte's young face and said with a smile: "We have many formulas worth drinking. There must be one that suits you."

"Hey, a vodka with ice, lime juice, ginger beer, and a little love!" Martin sat down on the bar and said to the bartender: "Remember to put it in a copper cup. What's your name?"

"They all call me Claire, you can call me that too." Claire mixed the cocktail quickly: "New face?"

"Call me Martin. I'm not a newbie. I'm following."

"Tangji!" Someone suddenly screamed at the entrance of the bar, and then everyone in the bar looked in that direction.

"Is it him? Enforcer Tang?"

"It's him, that's right. That mechanical prosthetic leg is now sold as a commemorative edition. I went to place an order last week, but it was actually not until next month."

"You're not disabled, why would you buy a prosthetic limb?"

"In our line of work, do we have to be prepared? There's no guarantee that something unexpected will happen someday."

Amidst the whispers in the bar, the owner, Rogge, walked out of a private room and headed towards the door. Her steps were agile and powerful. It was obvious at a glance that she was still a good warrior.

"I didn't expect that one day you would come as a guest." Rogge, who was wearing a leather jacket, said slowly, then stepped forward and hugged Tang Ji: "You are welcome in the next life, you are a real big shot now. "

"Thank you, I'm here to discuss business." Tang Ji smiled, saw Martin and Surte sitting at the bar, and said to Rogge: "By the way, let's have a drink here with my people."

"Of course, I guarantee that the wine in the next life will be the strongest." Rogge turned around and shouted to the drinkers behind him: "For the new legend, I will invite you for the next round!"

"Long live! For the new legend!" At this moment, almost everyone raised their wine glasses to pay tribute to Tang Ji.

They don't care whether Tang Ji is good or evil, they only know that Tang Ji did something that is difficult for ordinary people to do, and he is still alive and well. This is their definition of legend.

"Good luck, newcomer." Claire smashed the copper wine glass into Martin's hand: "Would you like to try Morgan Blackhand? It's much stronger than this."

"That's my boss. I'll come back later to try the Morgan Blackhand you mentioned." Martin took a sip of the wine he ordered and said, "Not a bad technique!"

"You followed a good boss and you will become famous soon. If you die one day, I will name this formula after you." Claire shrugged towards Martin.

"Why do you have to wait for me to die?" Martin asked before leaving.

"This is the rule of the next life. Only the dead are worth remembering." Carlisle lit a cigarette and smiled brightly.

"This place is really unlucky." Martin muttered in a low voice and followed Tang Ji with Soult.

Along the way, Soult was thinking about what kind of recipe he should choose to keep if he died. Maybe Coca-Cola with Skittles would be good, but without wine, it didn’t seem very mature.

"It's been a year since we last met. You've changed a lot." Rogge sat on the spacious wrap-around sofa, puffing out smoke and gesturing to his men to turn on the jammer.

She was not familiar with Tang Ji, but she had interacted with him several times.

At the beginning, this reckless rookie law enforcer rushed directly into the afterlife, intending to arrest a suspect, but he had a conflict with the security guards. That time Tang Ji knocked down three security guards by himself.

The second time was after Tang Ji was promoted to law enforcement officer, he led people to block the entrance and exit of the afterlife, intending to identify the regulars here. In the end, Edward came in person to take Tang Ji away.

Later, superhumans appeared, and everyone was very busy.

Law enforcement officers only need to stop superhumans who set fires and steal things on the streets, while Rogge Chao deals with superhumans with mature criminal motives.

She still remembers that at that time, the major gangs were almost crazy to increase their money to hire people from her. Whether they were experienced veterans or just fledgling rookies, they could find jobs at satisfactory prices.

Of course, the casualty rate was also alarmingly high. After the chaos temporarily subsided, the drink list at the Afterlife Bar had a whole page longer.

Many familiar faces have disappeared, but that's not the end.

red sun

Many Night City residents are unwilling to mention the pain. Rogge still remembers how the lost Tang Ji broke into the next life a year ago.

The meeting between the two was not very friendly, but for Edward's sake, Rogge proved in front of Tang Ji that he was not involved.

Until now, tracing the person responsible for the Red Sun Incident and the news of the acquisition of Losas Organization are still top tasks on the to-do list for the coming growth period.

Now, a year later, Night City has recovered from the Red Sun incident, but Rogue knows that some people have been changed forever.

She witnessed Tang Ji's transformation and was full of respect.

Next to Tang Ji, sat members of his team.

The calm Anthony, the taciturn Shadow, the tall Martin, the devout saint with a face full of piety, and the budding Soult, these people all exude their own aura.

Ethan, who was just slumped on the sofa and counting the neon light poles in boredom, looked a little redundant. Next to him sat Mr. Lucky, who was joining in the fun.

The only person who was not present was Tony Levins. Based on the current situation, Tang Ji gave him five days' leave and asked him to take his family and children to Night City. If anything unexpected happens, they can be sent directly to Moonlight Gold. Number.

As for the others, most of the team are singles with no worries. Only the Saints and Martin have their own responsibilities.

But the former was unable to mobilize the clergy in their church to leave the diocese due to illusory matters, while the latter was burdened with hundreds of people to feed and could not be transferred to the Moonlight Gold.

"I have a big deal to discuss with you." Tang Ji sat opposite Rogge, half of his face hidden in the shadows, but the light in his eyes still made it impossible for anyone other than Rogge to look directly at him.

"I like big business." Rogge picked up the wine glass and took a sip, calmly. She recognized Tang Ji's status, but business is business.

"From now on, twenty-four hours later, I want your people to stop all new superhumans entering the city." Tang Ji said: "In addition, I will hire all idle mercenaries to prepare for battle in the city. In the event of a firefight, they can provide support at any time."

Rogge's expression changed a little. She waved her hand to tell her men to leave, and then looked at Tang Ji: "Are you crazy? Do you want to fight a war in Night City?"

"It's not that I want to fight, but the war has already come, and I just want to make the damage smaller." Tang Ji shook his head: "How many people can you mobilize?"

"If you can't convince me, I'm afraid no mercenaries will respond to your hiring." Rogge looked at Tang Ji: "In my opinion, this is more like your plan to cleanse the whole city of superhumans."

Tang Ji snapped his fingers at Sirte, who suddenly disappeared on the spot. When he reappeared, Tang Ji already had a glass of wine and a cigarette in his hand, while Rogge's hand became empty.

"I'm not so extreme now. I found the real culprit behind Losas." Tang Ji put the wine glass and cigarette on the table and gently slid it over: "If I kill any super human, you should believe it. He deserves to die."

Rogge fell into silence. She needed time to digest the information Tang Ji revealed.

"I can pay in cash or trade with intelligence." Tang Ji continued: "I can't trust the current Law Enforcement Bureau, but in 24 hours, many accidents will happen."

"What is going to happen? What Tangji have you found?" Rogge bit his lip: "What is your plan?"

"This is information you can't afford." Tang Ji chuckled: "But one thing is for sure, Losas is going to make a comeback."

"I feel like you're going to drag me into the abyss." Roger sighed. Finally, he said: "Within twenty-four hours, I can prepare 300 people for you. Calculated according to the medium-intensity operation, you will need to spend 2.4 million federal dollars every day to hire these people."

"I can pay in cash."

PS: This glass is dedicated to you, Jack Wills, you are the real legend.

You stupid ass made the game to pieces, but the flaws don't hide the flaws, and the plot is still okay.

PS: I’ll fix the typo soon