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Tang Ji was surprised that he would receive a call from Edward. Because of the information advantage of the pioneers, all network-based communication methods can be determined to be unsafe.

But Tang Ji and Wang Zhengdao must keep in touch with the outside world, so Mikkelsen gave them a mobile phone that constantly changes the number range and borrows other people's identities.

This mobile phone not only comes with a voice changer to prevent voiceprint recognition, but also has other similar methods behind it, but it rotates to a larger base station as a transfer, and the duration of each call must be controlled within 20 seconds, and the call content cannot contain Any sensitive words.

Words such as Tang Ji, Wang Zhengdao, Seven Original Sins, Fury, Pioneers, and Players are all sensitive words. According to Alia's estimation, if the other party's system detects such sensitive words, it will only take three seconds to confirm the call. the location of the person.

Fortunately, Tang Ji's social network is weak, and he can count the people he needs to keep in touch with on both hands. Wang Zhengdao is in a worse situation. As the leader of the Ark Organization, he cannot cut off contact with the outside world. He is either in meetings or in meetings every day. is calling.

Fortunately, during this period, the experienced Mikkelsen disguised his identity to handle the internal affairs of the Ark organization, which allowed Wang Zhengdao to finally be quiet for a while.

At this time, Wang Zhengdao, who had just picked up Tang Ji from the Fort Hood military base, was sitting opposite Tang Ji, holding an order menu and looking up and down.

"Texas barbecue ribs, two portions, no, three portions, one portion of seafood risotto, tamales, twenty special tacos." Wang Zhengdao ordered a lot of food, and then handed the order menu to Wei Ji: "I've finished ordering, just watch and order."

The waitress stared at Wang Zhengdao with wide eyes. To be fair, compared to Tang Ji, who looked very strong and tall, Wang Zhengdao's identity had always remained to the extent that he looked very agile.

Wang Zhengdao's small muscle groups are particularly developed. He is a standard clothes rack. He dresses in a slimming style. He does not look more than 70 kilograms. The net weight of the food he just ordered may be more than 7 kilograms.

"I don't want Taco, I don't want seafood risotto, the rest is the same." Vicky's little face turned red with embarrassment. Since her awakening, she has been either eating in the canteen of the Ark Organization or eating field food with the action team outside.

During those few weeks in Night City, it was one of the few times Vicki had a family-like meal. At that time, they relied on ordering takeout most of the time. They could order twenty or thirty pizzas each time, but takeout Members generally no longer have any doubts when they see Martin's big guy.

Moreover, Night City has a relatively large base of superhumans, and everyone has become accustomed to it, so this casual meal is the first time Vicky has returned to a normal social environment in recent years. The look in the waitress's eyes immediately restored her to a seventeen-year-old girl. The mentality you should have.

At this time, Wang Zhengdao and the others were in Waco, a hundred kilometers away from the Fort Hood military base. It was a small city, an almost forgotten city that had not even been affected much by the corporate war.

"If today is not April Fool's Day, I just hope that you have brought enough cash." The waitress glanced at this strange combination with suspicious eyes, two Asians who looked very difficult to mess with, and a shy one. young girl.

"Kid, if you encounter any trouble, you can tell me now." The waitress, who looked about forty years old, looked at Vicky with her arms crossed and asked, "Do you know them?"

"Yes. We know each other." Vicky was even more shy when the waiter looked at her, but she still explained: "Thank you, but we are not in trouble. We just used up too much energy and need food to supplement."

In the middle of speaking, Vicky suddenly understood the connotation of an adult from the waitress's increasingly weird eyes, and subconsciously blocked herself from this social relationship.

"What about you, big man? What do you want?" There was obvious confusion on the waitress's face. She always felt that she had forgotten something, but she just couldn't remember it. She could only endure the psychological strangeness and continue to order. meal.

"Double." Tang Ji knocked on the table expressionlessly. In fact, he was far from as calm as he looked, because he just realized that he didn't have the habit of carrying cash at all, and he couldn't even think about online payment. After all, he is also a well-known terrorist registered with the federal government.

And Tang Ji was pretty sure that Wang Zhengdao didn't have any money either. They had encountered such a dilemma last time at Neon, but Hiroyuki Sanada was there to pay the bills.

The waitress looked at what was recorded on her menu, which included twelve portions of grilled ribs and sixty specialty tacos. Her face was a bit ugly, and she pinched her waist and looked at them with a sullen face: "Are you sure you want to order so many things? I busted the balls of the last freeloader I had! Debbie’s restaurant never jokes about food!”

"Ahem." The noble Fury of the Seven Deadly Sins coughed and looked at the world's number one space superhuman. However, the world's number one space superhuman couldn't help but use the toilet as an excuse, so he jumped in space. When withdrawing money from the Ark headquarters of the European Union, they can only respond to the rage of the noble Seven Deadly Sins with the same cough.

The waiter Debbie hugged her shoulders and confirmed what she was thinking: "You ordered too much food. You need to pay half of it first, erase the fraction, and give me 600 federal coins."

Tang Ji didn't need to confirm the status of his wallet, he didn't have that kind of thing. The total value of all the equipment on his body was more than 1.5 million federal coins, but it is estimated that the only thing this restaurant recognized was what he wore on his feet. That pair of military boots.

Wang Zhengdao still has a belt!

In the end, Vicky, who still couldn't stand it anymore, took the initiative to lift the [shielding] effect, silently took out 1,500 federal coins from her wallet and placed it on the table: "These should be enough."

Before Vicky could finish speaking, the quiet environment in the restaurant was destroyed by a burst of noise. Seven or eight vulgar locals broke into the restaurant, occupied three or four tables, and shouted: "Debbie! Beer, meat, And tacos, whatever’s on offer!”

The waitress calmly took away the money on the table and left the table with a layer of frost on her face. She didn't have time to think about the strangeness of the girl, so she grabbed the tableware collector next to her. The trolley blocked the middle of the road, separating Tang Ji's table of guests from the group.

Debbie understands these bastards. Many times they cause trouble just because they are bored. A cart blocking the road will give them an extra push. It is not an ironclad wall, but to these lazy people But it is a psychological barrier.

In addition, at least one of the three guests was a big man. Debbie only hoped that those people could restrain their emotions today.

But that expectation was dashed before she even reached the kitchen.

"Hi! Debbie, when did your restaurant start hosting these stowaways?" A man with a big belly scanned the restaurant with his little eyes. He was surprised to find out how much fun he had today, and he immediately became energetic.

"Gregory! Don't harass my guests. As long as you are not blind, you can see that they are not stowaways from the south!" Debbie yelled, throwing the list into the kitchen and running towards the counter. , there is an 'iron rod' shotgun. Although it is old, it has been with her for twenty years and has never lost its chain.

"Haha, Debbie wants to fool us, but we have already figured out her trump card!" A strong-looking man quickly climbed over the bar and picked up the waitress around her waist.

Although Debbie acted very tough and scratched a few bloody marks on the man's arm with her nails, the man ignored her and threw her into the kitchen and locked her up with her cowardly chef husband.

"Look! They brought a chick with them!" The big-bellied man swayed in the direction of Tang Ji with his belly full, spitting feces and his eyes shining, just like Zhou Papi, who hadn't opened in three years, and saw the free pak choi.

These Texans, just like their fathers thirty years ago, were immersed in the glory of the past and still distinguished themselves by their skin color. The border wall was not only built on the border, but also in the hearts of the locals.

When Tang Ji and the others first appeared in this city, someone was eyeing them. This group of scoundrels was deliberately looking for trouble.

And the world-renowned terrorist who was sitting on the chair and was stumped by a penny just now encountered such a low-level provocation for the first time, so that he had no emotional fluctuations for a while, at least not as emotional as the lazy guys opposite him. The fluctuations are so big.

The pot-bellied man at the front blocked the only route for Tang Ji and the others to leave the restaurant. Behind him, three strong men seemed to be sitting in their seats, but they had their hands on their waists ready to pull out guns at any time.

The man who had just climbed over the bar took out the waitress's shotgun from under the bar, loaded it demonstratively in front of Tang Ji, and placed it on the bar, with the muzzle pointing in Tang Ji's direction.

This group of people seems to be reckless, but they also cooperate tacitly, and they do this kind of thing at first glance.

"Don't they usually watch the news?" Wang Zhengdao turned to look at this group of idiots who were looking for death, and then looked at Tang Ji's face: "Or do we really look the same in their eyes?"

"I guess it's both. They can't remember and can't tell the difference." Tang Ji shrugged, stood up and moved his wrists somewhat nostalgically.

He had forgotten the last time he had a fight with someone in a bar or restaurant. After all, Night City was a wild place, and everyone would either go to a special place to fight, or just shoot each other with guns.

Tang Ji only remembered that the first time he fought with someone, Angelina was watching not far away with a bright smile, so Tang Ji was very excited and even received several punches on his face without any reaction.

Tang Ji didn't remember why they fought, who they fought with, or how they settled the trouble later. He only remembered that smiling face.

Because he was in a good mood, Tang Ji didn't kill him painfully. He just 'gently' crushed the bridge of the pot-bellied man's nose, and then kicked the tibia of his right leg in half.

The gap in rank was too big. Not to mention fighting back, the pot-bellied man didn't even have a chance to feel the pain. Tang Ji pressed his head and hit him on the table and lost consciousness.

His accomplice was also slow to respond. Just as the man behind the bar was about to pick up the shotgun, Tang Ji picked up the salt shaker on the table next door and threw it over. The thing hit his head and was directly embedded into the wall behind. It was a mistake. Tang Ji aimed at his hand, but missed. Fortunately, it was also a deterrent, and the man froze on the spot.

The other three accomplices who drew their guns did not have such a good life. The gunman closest to Tang Ji had just drawn his gun and before he could take aim, he was slapped by Tang Ji on the table with his gun and hand.

The palm and the pistol were mixed together and stuck to the table. It was impossible to remove them without professional medical personnel.

Tang Ji strode past the newly disabled man, and the prosthetic leg was wrapped around the muzzle of another man's gun. The gunshot rang out, and then fell to the ground along the palm of his hand, turning into a small round cake.

The shooter's gunman was instantly turned into a bloody mess. As soon as Tang Ji closed his hands, the barrel of the gun was twisted and deformed in the iron hand. Then he flicked the opponent's forehead with his bent fingers, and the sound of cracking bones was like a hot summer day. It's as crisp as watermelon when opened.

"He has a prosthetic leg!" The third gunman, reminded by his companion, panicked and shot Tang Ji in the face.

This is the disadvantage of being unprofessional. This group of people was not prepared to kill or be killed before they came in. The same thing happened in Night City, and the scene was definitely much more intense than this.

At least there won't be an embarrassing incident where only two shots were fired after a melee. Everyone can't afford to throw this person away, and those who don't know think you can't afford bullets.

Tang Ji smiled and looked at the gunman who fired. He did not hide. The bullet hit his temple and then bounced away. The gunman looked as if he was hit by a ricochet in the same position. His head tilted to death. 's can no longer die.

Seeing the blood all over the floor, and the idiots who were screaming with their shit and urine, Tang Ji was a little annoyed. He didn't want to do something so bloody, but he hadn't adapted to the new ability of Yazhi Biyi yet.

This ability seemed a bit over the top when used on ordinary people. Tang Ji frowned slightly. He was here to eat. Although he didn't pay much attention to the dining environment, it was somewhat impolite to just sit back and continue waiting for the food.

"You guys." Tang Ji looked at the three lucky ones who didn't have time to get hurt: "Clean this place clean and throw your friends out. Within ten minutes I want to see this place as clean as before you came here."

Then the restaurant door was opened again, and the two local law enforcers who were the instigators of this group rushed in. They were two greasy men with mustaches.

They rushed in as soon as they heard the gunfire, but they were still a step too late. When they entered, the restaurant already looked like a slaughterhouse.

"Hands up! Don't move!" The leading law enforcer pointed his pistol at Tang Ji without even taking off his sunglasses: "Throw the weapon on the ground! Quick!"

Another law enforcer was calling for support. He reported the location while observing the indoor environment, and then saw Tang Ji's appearance clearly.

"Fraser, shut up." He pulled his partner's arm and felt his mind went blank: "It's Tang Ji, he is the law enforcer Tang!"

"Hands up, you bastards! Why are you harassing Debbie's guests! Throw the gun on the ground!" Fraser's tone and movements did not change, but the muzzle of the gun was slightly adjusted, aiming at the man sitting on the chair. On the man who looked at his hands and kept wailing: "Immediately, immediately! Otherwise I will shoot!"

"Clean this up and get out." Tang Ji glanced at the two former colleagues and knew all about their little tricks.

When he went back, he also took out the wallets of the group of people, and with great difficulty collected a thousand and five dollars from them and gave them back to Vicky: "I'm treating you today."

"If I had gone just now, would it have been considered an invitation?" Wang Zhengdao glanced at Tang Ji sideways: "The technique is too rough."