I give the world destruction and rebirth

There is no doubt that Kang Orr is still the disgusting bastard. Martin's iron fist beat Kang Orr's head to pieces on the spot. As a result, Rogge was kicked out of the Afterlife Bar and not only lost a lot of money. , was also blacklisted and banned from entering for fifty years.

Kang Aer himself found Martin and his group less than two hours later. At that time, they were drinking in a different club and planning to go to a bad luck club.

In Tang Ji's small circle, Kang Aoer was probably a "dirty guy". After all, the several encounters between them were too annoying.

Martin pulled out his custom-made 'iron rod' type shotgun from behind and pointed the muzzle directly at Con Orr's head.

Apart from the caliber, this cheap shotgun produced by the Rostovitch Company has the only advantage of being strong enough to make it well-named. It can be used as a cold weapon when it runs out of bullets.

The one customized by Martin is almost twice the size of the prototype weapon, which is suitable for a strong man like him who can run horses with his fists and stand with his arms.

"Hey! Hey! Can you hear me?" Kang Aoer used the muzzle of the gun as a microphone and shouted a few words inside. Then suddenly you inhaled and spit out a mouthful of phlegm stuck in your throat: "Your gun oil has expired. Yes, it makes me uncomfortable."

Martin's hand holding the gun trembled. He really wanted to shoot this thing's head and blow it to pieces right now, but considering that this club was one of the few clubs still willing to host him, Martin endured this tone.

He knew that it would be useless no matter how many times he beat this bastard to death. There was nothing he could do about this bastard.

"What's the matter with you?" Martin looked at the screaming crowd, sighed, threw a wad of money on the bar as compensation, and winked at Soult: "Let's talk somewhere else."

"Why change a place? I really like it here. The shabby place in the next life was converted from a morgue. It's cold and cold. My back hurts after staying here for a long time." Kang Orr sat down between Martin and Tony. He knew that he couldn't do anything. Torturing that young man, as soon as the other party enters the bullet time, it is equivalent to non-existence for him, but aren't there two people here who can't escape?

"A glass of dry martini, add more lemon, thank you, charge it to his account." Con Orr patted Martin's shoulder hard: "It's really strong, and he's gotten a lot stronger."

Martin and Tony now felt as sick as if they had eaten raw toads, but they could only let Kang Orr do whatever he wanted.

"By the way, I heard you guys just said that they were taking action against gluttony?" Before the wine he ordered was served, Kang Al picked up the blue vodka in front of Tony and took a sip, then put it in his mouth with a bitter look on his face. He vomited all the wine back: "Sorry, it's not suitable for me."

Click!

Tony stepped on one of the connecting posts of the metal seat and broke it. He really couldn't understand why such a bitch existed? The purpose of his life seems to be to live a happy life and do things, as if he is living in another dimension.

If he insists on characterization, Tony feels that Con Al is more suitable to appear in the world of Bugs Bunny and be a cartoon character.

"Hey, don't be so open-minded. Give me some detailed information. The Trail Blazers are very interested in this news." Kang Orr rubbed his hands and looked expectantly as the bartender brought the wine he ordered: "When my deal is completed, I swear that I will not appear in front of you for at least three months."

Both Martin and Tony remained silent. How to deal with Kang Orr was obviously a problem of the century. Even people like Dr. Wu had not yet found a practical solution.

"Tell him to come to me." Tang Ji's message appeared on Martin's mobile phone, which made the three-meter-tall iron-clad man sigh in relief. He directly pointed the phone at Kang Aoer's face: "We If the boss wants to see you, go to the Central Prison, now get out!”

"The phone is good, I want it." Cornall tried to take the phone out of Martin's hand, but he tried hard twice and couldn't pull it out: "Otherwise."

Martin directly clenched his palms, shaped the phone into something as thick as a pen, and threw it on the table: "My patience is limited!"

"You're such a bad-tempered person. From now on, you need to grow more muscles and more brains. You can hardly reach your butt when going to the toilet." Kang Aer glanced at the mobile phone that had been reduced to industrial waste with some regret: "Tsk, tsk, really Waste it, you will definitely regret it.”

Martin simply turned around and turned his back to Kang Aer, ignoring the madman.

He really regretted it the next second. Kang Aer's whole body suddenly exploded. He suddenly took out a stringed grenade and threw it into his cup.

The impact of the explosion posed no threat to Martin. The air waves and fragments were blocked by his broad back, so that the people on his side were almost unscathed.

But on the other hand, Tony dodged in time out of a veteran's instinct and used the prosthesis on his leg as a shield to avoid most of the damage, while the onlookers in the club suffered heavy casualties.

If nothing else, Martin's gold-exploding cave is missing again.

"I hate him!" Martin looked at the wounded on the ground, a flash of blood appeared on his iron-gray face. After just a few minutes of encounter, he felt as if he had been mentally penetrated.

"Forget it, let's go. It looks like the vacation is over." Tony stood up limpingly. A shrapnel hit his butt and cut off a piece of flesh. It was pure bad luck.

Martin threw a few more bundles of money on the bar, treating them as these people's medical expenses. In a poor place like Night City, people who suffer such things usually consider themselves unlucky, and there are basically no subsequent troubles.

It's just that this matter will most likely be on tomorrow's Good Morning Night City program. God knows how the host will make fun of him.

After all, Martin and the others are considered well-known figures in Night City. Everyone knows that they are hanging out with Tang Ji and are affiliated with the FBAS Bureau. Street fighters on the road have to give them three points.

"Kang Orr is in Night City. I made an appointment with him to meet here." Tang Ji lit a tree of life with his back to Mikkelsen. In front of him was a wall of trees that looked extremely dark at night.

The central prison was built in a spectacular way by Mikkelsen. The superhuman prisoners who were imprisoned were unlucky. They did corvee labor during the day and had to sleep in tree houses at night.

Because Mikkelsen tried to build this place into a self-sufficient green prison, the prisoners did not even have any spare clothes except the prison uniforms they were issued when they first came in, let alone pillows, beds, and quilts.

They are either placed in the points store and require extra labor to be exchanged, or they can be created by oneself from scratch.

Mikkelsen obviously got some kind of twisted pleasure from taming these bad guys. The prison has begun to treat toilet paper as hard currency because Mikkelsen, the bastard, took all the plant leaves at the height of the prisoners' reach. , have all been modified into ones with barbs or ones that can cause itching.

Some superhuman prisoners who have just been transferred to the Central Prison will suffer from severe mental anxiety in the first week. However, considering that the Central Prison is under the management of the FBAS Bureau, and Tang Ji himself does not admit that there are people in this world at all, Mental illness such as anxiety and depression, all similar medical applications are consigned to the garbage heap.

Prisoners who have committed crimes are not qualified to suffer from mental illness. If they are really crazy, there is an even more crazy master in the basement who is also proficient in spiritual knowledge and can induce people to treat people like dreams. He will definitely Most patients with mild symptoms can recover on the same day.

Therefore, in this environment, it is normal for a few frightening screams to occasionally come from the dark night, and Tang Ji quite enjoys this.

He doesn't care if the prisoners in the central prison commit crimes again. From intentional injury to malicious murder, Tang Ji will not take the initiative to stop them. He will only add criminal responsibility to the criminals afterwards and use increased sentences and solitary confinement to make the criminals get better. Deserved punishment.

Although it is not very humane, it is effective. At least 90% of prisoners are now deeply aware that the existence of social order and law is a kind of protection for the weak, and the identities of the strong and the weak can be changed at any time. converted.

Here, they are all clearly weak.

"If you want to ask me if I have a good way to deal with that madman, my suggestion is to give him a task that sounds interesting, and then promise to give her a high enough reward. As long as she doesn't break the contract, he must be a good knife." Mikkelsen said without raising his head: "The difficulty is that no one knows what he thinks is interesting."

"No, I want to ask you about the possibility of letting him take the initiative to go to jail." Tang Ji continued: "I think this matter is quite interesting. Those prisoners also need a catfish to stimulate them."

"Isn't it too cruel?" Mikkelsen seemed to have seen this scene, and the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

It is obviously a mystery who Con Orr is working for now.

During the period when Tang Ji and the others were busy, Kang Aol seemed to have disappeared. The last news Mikkelsen got about Kang Aoer was that he bought a hidden treasure at the flea market. The treasure map, someone went to South America to hunt for treasure, and it has been missing for more than a month since then.

And this time he suddenly appeared and headed straight to Night City, his purpose seemed to be very clear, he wanted to know the final outcome of Gluttony.

He even stated his purpose, which was to sell information to the pioneers, but Kang Aer's method of collecting information was rather wild. He broke into the murderer's territory directly and planned to ask the murderer how he committed the murder.

"It's a bit like your early style, very direct and efficient." Mikkelsen humored Tang Ji: "It's just that every time you put other people's blood everywhere, he is used to putting his own. Blood was everywhere and he was enjoying it."

"I thought big shots like you wouldn't say bad things about people behind their backs. Damn it! You have shattered my illusions about idols!" Kang Orr, who came uninvited, opened the door and complained to the two people: "So for To make it up to me, why not tell me what I want to know?”

"If I know when you will come in, it's not talking behind your back, it's talking to your face." Mikkelsen shrugged, as if he had no interest in Kang Aer: "We just narrated it. You are acting rogue, and if you feel that you are speaking ill of others behind their backs, you might as well consider whether your behavior is inappropriate."

Tang Ji hugged his shoulders and went straight to watching the show.

If there is anyone in this world who can take the stereotype of being old-fashioned to the extreme, it must be Mikkelsen. Every time the classic Mikkelsen appears, the sense of age hits his face.

He has observed Mikkelsen's behavior. Of course, this is completely based on the instinct of a law enforcement officer, rather than intending to shoot him from behind one day in the future - Mikkelsen will put back everything that has been used. Mikkelsen would feel uncomfortable if someone disturbed his previously fixed position.

This is true even for the current druid version of Mikkelsen. The plants he cultivated even have symmetrical leaf textures and look unnatural at all.

Con Orr, on the other hand, is completely opposite to Mikkelsen. He is the representative of chaos. He acts as he pleases. He is the kind of person who will smash one of the same tea cups with his hands when he sees them.

Although Mikkelsen never said it, Tang Ji felt the completely opposite aura between the two people from the moment Kang Orr came in.

"Too ruthless, big shot. You didn't have this attitude the last time we cooperated." Kang Aer walked around the room like a master, and kept making tut-tutting sounds in his mouth, which seemed to be aroused. Say something if your stomach wants to vomit.

"Actually, you've had enough of the decorations here, right?" Kang Orr leaned close to Tang Ji, with the expression of an old friend reminiscing, and whispered in a voice that was just right for Mikkelsen to hear clearly. : “This place looks like shit.”

Tang Ji keenly noticed that the tree wall outside shook as a whole, and his mood suddenly improved a lot.

"Okay, let's not waste your time, let's get down to business." Kang Aer wanted to drag a chair to his favorite place to sit down, but found that the chairs here were all growing directly on the ground, so he kicked him He broke off the base of the chair and then placed the chair in the position he chose: "I took a job at the Pioneers. They want to know what happened to Gluttony in the end. I hope you can give me a satisfactory answer."

"Okay, my curiosity is satisfied, let's do it." Mikkelsen raised the corners of his eyes and finally couldn't help it anymore.

"Listen again to what he has to say, maybe there will be a surprise." As the spokesman of rage, Tang Ji seemed particularly patient this time.

"That's right! I just said, you were too impatient before and never let me finish what I said." Suddenly, there was a prelude to the barrel of a gun in Kang Orr's mouth.

"It's nonsense. If you waste my time, I will freeze you and die slowly like last time." Tang Ji slowly pulled out the prelude.

But Kang Aer insisted on going forward, had an in-depth exchange, and then vomited all over the floor, then wiped his mouth with a satisfied look, and asked with unfinished content: "Again?"

Seeing that Tang Jizhen was planning to pull the trigger, Kang Orr said seriously: "In return, I will give you a piece of important information in exchange. Just treat me as an undercover sent by you, a double agent or something like that. I promise If it’s true information, we’ll make a profit from the price difference.”

"Oh, by the way, you have to give me another salary. I found that the FBAS Bureau's brand is very useful recently. The monthly salary will be calculated as 30,000 federal dollars per month." Kang Aoer wiped his mouth. , using the soles of his shoes to smooth the vomit on the plant carpet: "I know Markarian's next plan, exclusive information, how about it?"