Chapter 160: After visiting this house, there is the next one
For players, the world is actually not that complicated. They don’t care about the several camps that are naturally divided into different camps according to historical inertia. They don’t care about the barriers caused by racial differences, and they don’t care about the division of national boundaries between secular regimes.
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Players, or specifically the pioneers who have come to this world now, have completely abandoned the above concepts due to social development. In their eyes, the world is a whole.
A complete, untapped new world with huge potential.
In the world where the players exist, the force that has temporarily mastered the coordinates of the new world is also hierarchical, even stricter than the hierarchy Tang Ji understood.
In the world of players, class has been completely solidified. Even the lives of these people are solidified. They have no right to actively embrace death, nor the right to give birth to new life at will.
The birth of every new life requires strict review by the triple committee of genes, will, and soul, and only after ensuring the existence of new vacancies can it be allowed to be born.
The new life has only one purpose, which is to replace the parts that made room for it before.
Eternal life is equal to eternal slavery. No soul can bear this burden, and false simulation technology cannot bring any comfort to these tired or domineering souls.
Then demand brought opportunities, and finding a temporary resting place for the souls of the old world became a new business opportunity.
The pioneers from the old world are like the black ships of hundreds of years ago. While they brought destruction and disaster, they also brought opportunities.
As long as we can adapt to this era faster than others, we will usher in a new era of reform.
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"I saw this in Miki Eito's diary." In the medical room hidden in the cake shop, Mikkelsen used some tricks to get Miwako to reveal the most important secret hidden in her heart.
Miwako's full name is Eri Miwako, and she is one of the results of the "True Spy" project of the Arasa Intelligence Department.
The True Spy Project is a plan started by Saburo Arabata, the head of the Aragata Group, at the end of the last century. They collected nearly 10,000 children from various places using different methods, trained them since childhood, and eventually became the current front-line intelligence personnel.
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Mikkelsen admired the old immortal very much. The amount of money he invested in the intelligence front was almost as much as that of the two poles during the Cold War. After all, the true spy project was just one of the many big projects of the wasteful Intelligence Department.
Erimi Miwako joined the Miki Consortium with a perfect resume when she was nineteen years old. Relying on her beauty and intelligence, she became the secretary and lover of Miki Eito, the leader of the Miki Consortium, at the age of twenty-four.
She stayed with Miki Eito for three years, and the reward she got in the end was priceless.
Mikkelsen doesn't know whether what Miki Eito wrote in his diary is true or false, but it at least reflects the full picture of some players.
This world is secretly fighting against players' forces and organizations. The biggest difficulty they encounter is not that they lose to players and naturalized people in force confrontation, but that they have never been able to see the details of their enemies.
All this time, they have been like boxing with the fog. They don't know where the enemy comes from or why they come. They can only collect pieces related to the player bit by bit and piece together a mask of the player.
Mikkelsen sneered at the Black Ships and the Restoration written in Miki Eito's diary. As a superior, he certainly understood the essence of the Black Ship incident.
In the end, the so-called Restoration Rule will be triggered in the pathetic island nation of Neon. The only reason is that the power represented by the Black Ship is not strong enough to eat up all of Neon.
The forces represented by the players are different. The information obtained by Mikkelsen shows that this is at least not the first time they have carried out such a cross-world invasion, and they are even so proficient that they have formed an industrial chain.
What they are facing now is not the most powerful people represented by the players, but the group of people with the lowest cost and the highest benefit after comprehensive consideration.
Now Mikkelsen once again has something useful. If the news Miki Eito was told is true, then they are facing a group of immortal beings with extremely empty spiritual worlds.
Mikkelsen believes that no matter how cautious you are, you will leave clues of your own world in this world, not to mention that in many cases those pioneers are not very cautious.
Not only have they tried to guide fashion trends, but they also have extremely rich emotions and desires. If there were not some unnatural restrictions on their will, Mikkelsen would have figured out the background of this group of people long ago.
But even a proud man like Mikkelsen has to admit that there is almost no possibility of victory in this war.
Tangji may be a variable, but what happens next? For players, a failed development behavior can be upgraded immediately. It is just a matter of how much profit is reduced.
Mikkelsen's face became increasingly gloomy. He indeed had a plan, a plan that even people like him didn't dare to think about in detail.
Reality seemed to be forcing him to go that way. Mikkelsen lit a cigarette for himself again, but this time he smoked the tree of life tobacco he was used to. The strange smell even hit him hard and made him smoke again.
After being hypnotized, Erimi and Kazuko's spirits were lifted a bit.
"Where is this..." Miwako shook her head in confusion, then immediately woke up and looked at the cake shop owner warily. She had already noticed something unusual.
"Have a good rest. If your superior asks, tell him that Missan is very grateful for the information you provided." Mikkelsen waved his hand, lifted the travel bag on the ground and waved to Miwako: "If you come to see me in the future,
If you can't find a way out, you can go to the person who rescued you. He has always been on the right path."
Miwako struggled to stop Mikkelsen from leaving, but the missing limbs made it difficult for her to leave the operating bed, so she could only yell helplessly to try to attract the attention of others.
But Mikkelsen had already brought down everyone in the intelligence station except him. Tang Ji was right to be cautious. He did put sleeping pills in the pastries and coffee.
For example, Mr. Good Luck was already sleeping unconscious in the back seat of the car. Anthony had to check his pulse to make sure that his life was not in danger before he felt relieved.
As for Hiroyuki Sanada, he just wants to drive quietly now, wait for the operation to end and return to Night City, be a Yakuza in peace and take care of the affairs of the Tiger Claw Gang.
This world is too dangerous for him to survive.
Sanada also planned to go back and kill everyone in the Tiger Claw Gang who had been on the list, or who was almost on the list, take pictures of the bodies and send them to Tang Ji, and then throw them into the Coronado Bay in Delhi, and then they would all be left alone.
Gang.
He now began to believe what Tang Ji had said on the Internet before. Every time he returned to Night City to make trouble, it was a recreational activity during his vacation between missions.
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The Body Warehouse located in Fukushima District is actually not secretive. When Wang Zhengdao and Tang Ji suddenly appeared at the high point opposite the factory gate, they saw that the place was 'open for business'.
More than a dozen members of the neon gang, wearing short-sleeved suits and deliberately exposing their flowery arms and even their naked upper bodies to show off their flowery backs, openly and openly held restricted-grade weapons and supervised the loading of a group of workers.
Several container trucks parked at the gate of the factory have their doors open and there are no drivers in the cabs. They seem to be temporary workers.
Several old-fashioned electric forklifts drove out of the factory, forking 2.5X1.2 wooden boxes one after another.
Huabei, who had a ponytail, held a tablet and checked the number on each box before letting the workers transport the boxes into the carriage one by one.
One of the forklifts misoperated during unloading and dropped a wooden box on the ground. Several long guns fell out of the damaged wooden box. Yakuza, who was holding a gun around him, immediately pulled the driver out of the car and started punching and kicking him.
He stopped after being stopped and drove the driver back to the car to continue working.
"Depending on the situation, the naturalized people here have hidden their bodies in the gang warehouse. No wonder." Wang Zhengdao shook his head: "We did ignore this possibility, thinking that the naturalized people would not be so low-end."
"We have destroyed two body warehouses before. One was in the Gaul Foreign Legion Arsenal. Those soldiers always thought they were guarding biological and chemical weapons." Wang Zhengdao explained: "There is also another one under the Pantheon in Rome, next door.
The entrance to Rome's Town Hall is right there."
"You've been explaining for a while, the prophet has died of old age." Tang Ji interrupted Wang Zhengdao and pointed to an open space behind Huabei: "Go there and leave him as your tongue."
Wang Zhengdao said nothing, and once again put his hand on Tang Ji's shoulder. In the blink of an eye, the two of them had appeared behind Huabei.
Because he arrived suddenly and without any recruitment, Huabei was still looking down at the number on the box, while other gang members around him were also staring at their targets.
Only the beaten forklift driver opened his eyes wide and pointed at Tang Ji and Wang Zhengdao, as if he was mute. He opened his mouth wide but could not make any sound.
Tang Ji snatched the tablet from Huabei's hand, grabbed his neck with his iron hand and pushed him forward. Huabei hit his head on the fork frame of the forklift and lost consciousness.
Wang Zhengdao, on the other hand, was like a ghost. He suddenly disappeared and when he reappeared, he was already standing behind a gunman four meters away.
The right hand punch hit the back of the target's head without any warning, making the sound of a hammer hitting a walnut. The target stood straight like a felled tree.
Not to be outdone, Tang Ji picked up a stone from the ground with his iron hand, swung his arm and threw the stone, directly embedded it into the temple of the other gunman.
It was only then that others noticed the sudden appearance of the uninvited guest!
Tang Ji waved his hand and the Prelude was loaded. In the blink of an eye, the four gunmen on the left side of the fan were already lying in a pool of blood.
Wang Zhengdao changed his position again, neatly broke the neck of a gunman, used him as a shield, and used his gun to shoot at his companions who were close at hand.
Thirteen gunmen combined did not finish a complete magazine, so they became corpses on the ground. The three forklift drivers shivered and sat on the forklift with their hands raised, not daring to move.
Tang Ji took a look inside the factory. Three warehouses were arranged in a Z-shaped pattern. There were at least dozens of people in the open area looking at them in confusion.
Half of these people were holding guns, while the other half were wearing white dust jackets and were either holding cardboard boxes or pushing pallet trucks full of goods.
Seeing Tang Ji's gaze, a young man holding a cardboard box loosened his grip, smashed the cardboard box to the ground, shouted at Daskai Tai, and turned around to run away.
The people in the warehouse received news three hours ago, asking them to clear the warehouse immediately and evacuate as quickly as possible, but the damn truck first encountered a traffic jam on the road, and then suffered a flat tire, damaged the engine, and broke the axle.
Wait for the surprise.
In the end, only three of the seven vehicles expected to arrive barely arrived. They had to open the pre-sealed goods and repackage them to pack as many things together as possible.
Then there is the warehouse manager who is in charge of warehouse management. He suffered from cerebral congestion last night and was sent to the hospital early. Kazuki Fukuda, who was in charge of taking over the work, faced the order from above to give priority to the delivery of Class A goods.
Confused.
He has no idea what the so-called A-class goods are, nor does he know in which area these A-class goods are stored. Only Jiancang himself knows this secret, but he is now lying in the hospital.
As a last resort, he could only check the goods list number by number, and the progress was horribly slow.
In addition to these accidents, they also encountered a power outage in the warehouse. A group of wild dogs suddenly appeared while they were transporting goods. They ate high-purity addictive compounds and then went crazy. They bit seven or eight workers before being shot to death.
In the process, the wild dogs damaged at least 100 kilograms of the outer packaging of high-purity addictive compounds, causing the dust of this substance to fly, leaving one-third of the people in a semi-high state, giggling from time to time, and appearing in front of their eyes.
Hallucination, everyone looks like a little blue man.
This is the reason why Tang Ji had finished fighting outside just now, but the people inside were still in a semi-sluggish state. God knows what happened to them this afternoon.
The escaping worker finally stepped on a glass bottle that rolled out at some point, and fell to the ground. He rolled around and knocked over three boxes that were stacked shaky.
The box fell backwards and hit a tilted beam. The other end of the beam suddenly tilted up, lifting the 'wall' on one side of the factory by half an inch.
Then the entire wall shook twice and fell down, revealing a long row of solid life-saving cabins at the back, which were embedded in the wall.
Wang Zhengdao watched all this and said to Tang Ji seriously: "I now feel that the prophet's plan will definitely succeed. Let's quickly finish this family and leave for the next one immediately!"
"Baga!" A shout made the two people realize that the matter was not over yet. The gang members with guns obviously did not intend to let them start dividing the spoils now.
"Let's make an agreement now!" Wang Zhengdao seemed to have met the old lady who gave free eggs to the lecture, with a look of impatience on his face.
At this time, Mr. Lucky turned over in the back seat, smiling as if he was dreaming of his happy life in the casino.
