For Tang Ji, Neon is a very unfamiliar country. As the biggest loser in the second corporate war, Neon lost all its industries and influence in the federal region.
Only a very small number of their products that have no competitors in the same category will appear on federal shelves, such as Qilusi's prosthetic eyes, or a bunch of small companies' two-dimensional adult-oriented virtual entertainment works.
Tang Ji must admit that the somewhat distorted aesthetics of the Neon People are indeed easy to cultivate seriously addicted fans. In the virtual girlfriend market, they have almost no rivals.
There is also an area called Small Neon City in Night City. There are more than 20,000 Neon people living in it, but less than one-fifth of them are actually from Neon. They are basically Neon-born federal people who were born in the Federation.
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However, Tang Ji did know a Neon man with pure blood, Hiroyuki Sanada.
He still remembered that when Sanada first came here, he didn't understand the language and had conflicts with the Tiger Claw Gang. In the end, he relied on his own skills to be spotted by the Tiger Claw Gang and became a Yakuza member.
It was the same sushi restaurant as before, and it was the same secret room where Tang Ji shot and killed, but this time the person who met Tang Ji was Hiroyuki Sanada.
At this time, Hiroyuki Sanada was kneeling and sitting in the position where Fabinski had been. I don’t know if he chose it deliberately. After all, the person sitting in this position finally walked out alive, and the person sitting in the next seat was Hiroyuki Sanada and his men.
carried out.
"I wonder if Mr. Tang has any advice this time?" Hiroyuki Sanada smiled and poured himself a glass of sake first, drank it in front of Tang Ji, and then filled up the wine cups for the two of them.
"I'm going to Neon, and I need your help to make connections so that I can move around more easily." Tang Ji knew that the behemoth of the Huangban Group was standing behind him.
Before the Second Corporate War, the Huangban Group's main business included arms, and it was a strong competitor in military technology. But now, a search across the entire federation cannot find 10,000 Huangban brand weapons.
For a federation with three guns per capita, this is almost equivalent to none.
Tang Ji is very unfamiliar with neon, but considering the several body warehouses he found before, the naturalized forces must have integrated into the local capital.
In San Diego they were able to stage a surprise attack and take control of the entire warehouse before the naturalized people could react, mainly because they understood their environment.
If the location of the warehouse had been changed to neon, I'm afraid Tang Ji and his team would have been discovered by the locals as soon as they landed.
Tang Ji can disguise himself to some extent, but he doesn't know neon language, and his temperament is different from that of the locals. Moreover, when facing naturalized people, he only trusts his own people.
"What level of convenience do you mean by convenient activities?" Hiroyuki Sanada did not look directly into Tang Yoshi's eyes, but was thinking about the meaning behind Tang Yoshi.
Tang Ji's ability is unfathomable and there is almost no one he can't kill. This is recognized by the Taoists. He truly achieved the great feat of single-handedly suppressing the gangs in Night City.
But as the gang members got to know Tang Ji better and better, many people have realized that there is power behind this man, and this power secretly helped him solve many problems from the official level.
For example, everyone knew that Tang Ji had a conflict with military technology, but he still wandered around the Night City without any trouble.
"I need a guide, I need munitions, there may be some casualties, some explosions, and I need someone to deal with the aftermath." Tang Ji did not touch the sake in front of him: "Can you do it?"
"If possible, I would like to know some of the casualties you mentioned, and what is the approximate scale of some explosions?" Hiroyuki Sanada felt a bit toothache, and he felt that Tang Ji's choice of words was a bit too cautious: "I'm afraid I need some time to
Contact the country and get back to you."
Who doesn’t know that the smallest scene since your debut also happened to destroy a Basilisk-3?
Moreover, it is an open secret that Tang Ji has been tracking the Losas organization and hunting their people around the world.
Obviously this time Tang Ji suddenly wanted to go to Neon, and his target was also the Losas organization. The financial backer behind the Tiger Claw Gang, Huangban, was Neon's largest superhuman research institution. God knows if there was anything between it and Losas.
cooperative relationship.
"I can wait, you'd better hurry up." After Tang Ji said that, he closed his eyes and started to rest. It was obvious that he wanted a result today.
Tang Ji considered using Mikkelsen to communicate with Huangban in the name of the Joint Corporate Investigation Office, but the impact would be too great.
The two sides may engage in see-saw negotiations, and Tang Ji does not want to waste that time. His advantage is his small size and quick reaction, and he often retreats before the target can react.
Although Neon suffered heavy losses in the corporate war, it is not a corrupt country like Persia that completely became a corporate colony.
It still has a sovereign government on the surface, complete laws, and armed forces sufficient to support the enforcement of the laws.
With the help of the Huangban Group, Tang Ji can save a lot of trouble. The only hidden danger is the deep connection between the Huangban Group and the naturalized people.
Fifteen minutes later, Hiroyuki Sanada returned to the secret room again and knelt down in front of Tang Ji: "I'm sorry I can't give you a direct response. The sponsor of the Tiger Claw Gang hopes to have a face-to-face interview with you."
After getting Tang Ji's permission, Sanada took out a flexible screen from his arms, unfolded it in front of Tang Ji, and then exited the room.
"Hello, Tang Ji, I am Yingo Midao, the head of the Special Section of the Security Department of the Aragban Group. Of course, my name is not important." A neon man wearing a suit and looking very elegant appeared on the screen.
: "I've heard your name, and I just want to ask you one question. Are you here to track down the traces of naturalized people in Neon?"
Tang Ji laughed at himself. He remembered the morning when he first learned about the player's existence. The loneliness and despair made him almost unable to come out.
And now, he finally discovered that there are many people in this world who know about the existence of players and naturalized people, but this circle is very small. They are almost closed and only communicate with their own people.
Samada Yingo seemed to have misunderstood Tang Ji's smile, and emphasized again: "The purpose of the existence of the special class is to fight against intrusion from players. The history of our existence is longer than that of your joint investigation office."
"I'm not from the Joint Investigation Office." Tang Ji shook his head: "But you are right, the purpose of my going to Neon is indeed related to the players. If we are in the same camp, I hope you can provide me with some help.
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"I hope you can hand over the clues you have to us. We are more professional." Sanda Yingfu looked at Tang Ji with a smile: "We are different from the weak investigation office. We are very powerful."
Tang Ji gave up his plan to continue communicating with the other party and turned off the screen directly. If they were really as strong as he said, the power of the naturalized people would not develop so fast.
Tang Ji didn't care about other body warehouses, but this body warehouse was personally selected by Mr. Good Luck. Tang Ji would have trouble sleeping and eating if he didn't take a look in person.
He left the sushi restaurant alone without waiting for Hiroyuki Sanada to come back.
It's time to implement Plan B. Fortunately, Wu Qianying always prepares Plan B for him.
"So your plan B is to let me act as a means of transportation to take you across the ocean to Neon?" Wang Zhengdao and Tang Ji were sitting on a bench in the park, each holding a large cup of coffee.
, watching the children in the distance feeding the pigeons with bird food.
"It won't be too conspicuous if it's just the two of us going to Neon, so it's not just a means of transportation, but you also have to act as a thug." Tang Ji also spent money to buy a handful of bird food and sprinkled it around, attracting a few greedy birds to stay away.
Birds were pecking around him.
"Do you know neon language?" Wang Zhengdao leaned back on his chair with some sluggishness. He had just crossed the Atlantic Ocean and jumped from the European Community to the Night City.
Since he recovered from the brink of death last time, Wang Zhengdao has found that he has 'upgraded'. He can now easily jump out of a distance of 150 kilometers every time. If he grits his teeth and stares at the risk of cerebral hemorrhage,
, jumping a thousand kilometers at a time is not impossible.
"I'm very busy. The prophet gave me a lot of names and I'm checking their status." Wang Zhengdao indeed looked dusty. He was wearing a vest under his windbreaker and a pair of trousers, but they were pulled down above his knees.
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Obviously, the temperature difference in Wang Zhengdao's 'working area' is very large.
"What's the prophet's plan?" Tang Ji was a little curious. Although he had always felt that the Ark organization was a bit disorganized, and Mikkelsen even ridiculed them for playing tricks, at least the prophet himself and Wang Zhengdao had been working hard.
Tang Ji believed that it was not their attitude that was bad, but their ability. As long as the Ark organization had a good killer, they would have gone crazy with Wang Zhengdao's ability alone.
"Let's see if those powerful superhumans that the prophets saw in the future are still alive and well, instead of being used as cans by players and stuffed into the body warehouse." After Wang Zhengdao finished speaking, he made a motion of slitting his throat.
: "By the way, we will deal with a few idiots who have begun to develop anti-social styles."
"I remember the prophet said that in the real world that has been affected by players, the number of superhumans is far more than in the future she saw. What's the point of doing this?" Tang Ji frowned. He felt that the prophet was wasting Wang Zhengdao's time.
ability.
"Don't say that, it still makes sense." Wang Zhengdao drank half a cup of coffee in one gulp and sighed happily: "I just went to South Africa yesterday. There is a voodoo priest there who can control corpses.
When I went there, he had swept through four surrounding villages and had tens of thousands of corpses under his control. Even the birds in the sky were dead birds under his control."
"By the way, I heard that you recruited Mr. Good Luck?" Wang Zhengdao seemed to suddenly remember this matter, and asked Tang Ji: "The Prophet has thought about cooperating with Mr. Good Luck a long time ago, but he has never succeeded.
I guess it won't be long before she contacts you."
"Did this matter spread so quickly?" Tang Ji was a little surprised that Wang Zhengdao was well-informed.
"Our circle is very small, and those superhumans with unique abilities always attract more attention." Wang Zhengdao explained: "Mr. Good Luck is definitely a star-level figure that all forces want to get, but I didn't expect that you got an advantage in the end."
"Our target was chosen by him." Tang Ji casually handed the file with the location of the big body base to Wang Zhengdao: "Now, you have the opportunity to cooperate with a star. Let's clean it up and let the two of us do it."
Depart in an hour."
"Why two hours later?" Wang Zhengdao glanced at the location on the file and was quite used to Tang Ji's vigorous and resolute actions.
"I'm going to get a Neon translator." Tang Ji waved his hand: "You'd better change your clothes. I heard that beggars in Neon have to apply for a certificate."
Wang Zhengdao drank the remaining coffee behind Tang Ji and raised his middle finger at him.
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"Tang Jun, at least let me explain to my subordinates, otherwise the Tiger Claw Gang will be in chaos." Hiroyuki Sanada sighed and followed Tang Ji: "And I have a criminal record in Neon, so I can't enter Neon through formal channels."
"It doesn't matter, we are using unconventional channels." Tang Ji said to the co-pilot Hiroyuki Sanada: "If everything goes well, we will be back soon, and the Tiger Claw Gang cannot get past it."
"I am a Kanto native, and the big board is Kansai City. I don't know much about it!" Hiroyuki Sanada explained again: "I can recommend a Kansai guide to you."
But Tang Ji obviously didn't care: "As long as you can speak neon dialect, I need a translator, and you already know that I am going to Daban. It is your best choice to follow me for confidentiality. You know my habit of keeping secrets."
means."
It was you who forcibly told me that you were going to Daban. Hiroyuki Sanada sighed again and stopped complaining. Of course he knew Tang Ji's effective confidentiality measures. In most cases, dead people would not leak secrets.
"Is this the translator you are looking for?" Wang Zhengdao changed into clean sportswear and looked like a migrant worker who had just finished exercising and was about to go home.
"Yes, he speaks neon very well." Tang Ji patted Hiroyuki Sanada on the back.
Hiroyuki Sanada smiled bitterly and bowed to Wang Zhengdao: "I am Hiroyuki Sanada, please take good care of me."
Wang Zhengdao nodded with some regret: "I'll try my best, but it's your first time, so it will definitely be difficult for you. Just be patient and don't vomit on me for a while."
"Huh?" Before Sanada Hiroyuki could react, Wang Zhengdao held his shoulder. The next second, the sky and the earth were spinning, and the sun and moon were dimmed.
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"Ugh! Ugh!" Hiroyuki Sanada lay on the ground and vomited out all the food he had eaten when Tang Ji met him. Then he turned over weakly to avoid his own vomit and lay down on the beach.
Looking at the blue sky and white clouds above his head and smelling the gentle sea breeze, Hiroyuki Sanada felt as if he had just been put into a washing machine and washed vigorously for fifteen minutes.
"Where is this?" Hiroyuki Sanada asked feebly. Before leaving, Tangji left his mobile phone and other electronic items in the sushi restaurant. Now he doesn't even know the time.
"A small island in the Pacific has no name." Wang Zhengdao glanced at the map: "The first time is always the most uncomfortable. You will gradually get used to it. We have to get to Daban within four hours.
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"How did you do that?" Hiroyuki Sanada has never seen a superhuman, but the other person still overturned his understanding of superhumans.
He originally thought that these people were just born with guns, but now he knows that some of the superhumans are born with atomic bombs.