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Chapter 189 The killer leaves

 In Tang Ji's era, the so-called crime rate had already exceeded the socially acceptable peak at the beginning of the century, so much so that no one even kept statistics on the crime rate.

How many people die in accidents every day in Night City? How many of these people die from criminal acts?

From the Dead Man's Lottery, an event that draws prizes at regular intervals every day, we can see how Night City people are free and easy and self-deprecating about the city's crime rate.

Tang Ji himself had never bought Dead Man's Lotto, but he knew that many people in the bureau had been buying this thing. Sometimes, completely unnecessary street wars would break out between law enforcers and street fighters in order to manipulate the results.

But on the first day the Thousand Faced Killer entered Night City, the final winning numbers of the Death Lottery more than doubled from the previous day.

The Thousand-Faced Killer, this nickname has become a new buzzword in Night City due to Daoud's wanton killings. Some enthusiastic citizens filmed the entire process of Daoud's transformation with their mobile phones and posted it online.

Such weird superhumans almost immediately caused panic among humans. After being baptized by the wave of superhumans, people can accept that their neighbors don't need lighters to light cigarettes, and they can accept that they don't need refrigerators to cool down.

It's even acceptable for someone to fly in the sky without wings, but to be able to look like someone else at will. This is crossing the line.

How do you know if the friend you were drinking with today is really your friend and not some perverted murderer?

How did you know that the mayor who appeared on TV today and asked the Law Enforcement Bureau to arrest the new Thousand-Faced Killer as soon as possible was the mayor himself?

The emergence of the Thousand-Faced Man has caused cracks in the already fragile order of Night City. They have begun to experience the pain of the human resistance organization facing players.

In order to prevent being infiltrated by beings like the Thousand-Faced Man, the Ark Organization invested heavily in the new base, using flexible screen materials to lay the floor, accurately mapping the steps of each entrant, collecting biological information, and verifying it in real time.

As for the Corporate Joint Investigation Office controlled by Mikkelsen, all important positions are filled by Mikkelsen himself part-time, and external employees are only responsible for handling scattered tasks and do not have access to core secrets.

Those with money and strength, while other small organizations can only adopt more primitive methods and regularly check whether personnel have been replaced.

Daoud has clearly felt that his actions in Night City are getting more and more unsatisfactory. The simple folk customs of this city make its residents shoot decisively when facing possible risks.

After being injured by a reporter, when Daoud was looking for an opportunity again, he was shot through his body armor by a grumpy bar owner with a shotgun because he failed to match the code.

Thank God, he was used to wearing armor in the previous world. Not wearing a body armor in this world is as awkward as not wearing underwear, so he only broke two ribs.

"I underestimated Tang Ji, and also underestimated the world." Daoud sat in a bar full of corpses, got himself a glass of wine, and communicated with his companions in a spiritual dialogue: "They still have some ability."

"You have at most a minute and a half to complain, their drones are very fast." The tired voice of my companion came from my mind: "I don't know why you are wasting your time drinking here, but there are still nineteen more

In hours, I will end this mission."

"No, it won't take that long. I plan to give up this mission now. I admit my failure." He tasted the aroma of strong wine: "I really love this world. Their productivity is so high that it can be wasted, and

It is not advanced enough to plan the distribution of stellar energy like we do."

"I don't want to hear you complain about the social system, Daoud. Like you, I have enough contribution points to offset the impact of this failure." The companion reminded before leaving the psychic network: "You still have forty-two seconds.

leave."

After his ears became clear again, the melody of the classic songs in the bar slowly reached Daoud's ears. At this time, he disguised himself as a tall black man.

As water surged all over his body, a relatively thin, short white man revealed his true face. This was the original appearance of this body.

He had already heard sirens in the distance, and it was obvious that law enforcement officers had surrounded the place.

Daoud did not want to lose this body, because he was the original body of the [Silent] ability. Once he lost this body, the progress of the pioneers in developing this ability would be blocked.

However, this ability is relatively unattractive. Apart from him, no other pioneer is willing to spend time practicing it, so if you lose it, you will lose it.

He couldn't kill Tang Ji in a short time, and the planners of the Seven Virtues had already been activated. In order to occupy a position, he could only make a choice.

Daoud finally filled his wine glass again, emptied it in one gulp, took out his mobile phone and turned on the video function and pointed it at himself: "Tang Ji, you won this round, we will see you again soon."

After leaving his 'last words', Daoud heard the footsteps outside the door and without hesitation took out his pistol, aimed it at his chin and shot himself.

Death is the fastest way for them to break away from their bound state. Although it will cause a certain degree of soul loss, it is better than facing Tang Ji directly, right?

Daoud pulled the trigger absolutely without any hesitation. When the gunfire rang out, several Valentino Gang gunmen who walked in through the door looked for bunkers and shot indiscriminately at the place where the gunfire rang out.

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"Ceasefire! Damn it! Ceasefire! We're too late!" a small leader shouted while looking at the corpses filling the bar.

Their people deliberately drove behind the law enforcer's patrol car in order to get here early and find an opportunity to kill the Thousand-Faced Killer first.

Not only for Tang Ji's reward and favor, but also for his own benefit.

Compared to the Night City officials and law enforcers, these street fighters are the ones who suffer the most losses. Night City people have long been accustomed to the situation where law enforcers are always one step behind, so it is no surprise that they cannot deal with the Thousand Faces Man.

But for several major gangs, first Tang Ji single-handedly suppressed the entire underground order of Night City and had to bow its head, and now people with thousands of faces are running rampant on the streets.

The successive occurrences of such accidents have shaken the order they have established over decades. Not only do the outside gang members think they are weak, but also the emerging superhumans have begun to ignore them.

The most intuitive example is that in the past, when low-level street fighters collected protection fees, they only needed to make a phone call or go for a walk and spend money. But now they had better put on body armor and load their bullets.

Because you never know whether the honest person who was just submissive yesterday will wake up and become a super human just after taking a nap.

Although they don't want to admit it, several major gangs are indeed living in dire straits recently...


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