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.
Con Orr himself found Martin and his gang 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 really annoying.
Martin pulled out his custom-made 'iron rod' shotgun from behind and pointed the muzzle directly at Con Orr's head.
Apart from the caliber, the only advantage of this cheap shotgun produced by the Rostovitch Company is that it is strong enough, as the name suggests, and 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 right now and blow its head to pieces, 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 Aer sat down between Martin and Tony. He knew that he couldn't do anything. Torturing that young man, as soon as the other person enters the bullet time, it is equivalent to non-existence for him, but aren't there two people here who can't run?
"A glass of dry martini, add more lemon, thank you, put it in 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 Con Orr do whatever he wanted.
"By the way, I heard you just say that you are taking action against gluttony?" Before the wine he ordered was served, Kang Aer picked up the blue vodka in front of Tony and took a sip, then put on a bitter face and put the drink in his mouth. 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 how such a bitch could exist. His purpose in life seemed to be to live and make trouble, as if he was living in another dimension. .
If we insist on characterization, Tony feels that Con Al is more suitable to appear in Bugs Bunny's world line as a cartoon character.
"Hey, don't be so outspoken. 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 is obviously a problem of the century. Even people like Dr. Wu have not yet found a practical plan.
"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
The boss wants to see you, go to the Central Prison, get out now!"
"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!"
"What a grumpy 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 looked 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 Orr, 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 caused by 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 one more place.
"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 sucked into him.
"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 featured 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 working with Tang Ji and are affiliated with the FBAS Bureau. Street fighters on the road have to give them three points.
"Con. 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 spectacularly by Mikkelsen, and the superhuman prisoners who were imprisoned were unlucky. They had to do corvee labor during the day and 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 themselves from scratch.…
Mikkelsen obviously got some kind of twisted pleasure from taming these rotten people. The prison has begun to treat toilet paper as hard currency because Mikkelsen, the bastard, took all the plant leaves at a height within the prisoners' reach.
, all 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 thrown into 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 crazier person 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 be heard in 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 the methods of increasing the sentence and solitary confinement to make the criminals get better.
Due 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 obviously 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 promise her a high enough reward. As long as he 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 things are interesting in his eyes."
"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 Tangji and the others were busy, Kang Aol seemed to have disappeared. The last news Mikkelsen got about Kang Aur was that he bought a hidden treasure at the flea market.
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 very clear, he wanted to know the final outcome of Gluttony.
He even stated his purpose, which was to sell information to the pioneers. However, 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 very 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.
There was blood everywhere and it was fun to do.”…
"I thought big shots like you wouldn't speak ill of others 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 described it.
If you think you are using rogue tactics to speak 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 the world who can take the stereotype of being old-fashioned to the extreme, it must be Mikkelsen. Every time the classic Mikkelsen appears, that 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 previous fixed position.
Even the current druid version of Mikkelsen is like this. The plants he cultivated even have symmetrical leaf textures and look unnatural.
Con Orr, on the other hand, is completely on the opposite side of Mikkelsen. He is a representative of chaos, acting as he pleases. He is the kind of person who would smash one of the same teacups if he saw one.
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-tut sounds in his mouth, which seemed to be aroused.
Say something if your stomach wants to complain.
"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
Breaking off the base of the chair, he then placed the chair in the position he chose: "I took a job with 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 I did last time." Tang Ji slowly pulled out the prelude.
But Kang Aer insisted on stepping forward, had an in-depth exchange of words, and then vomited all over the floor. Then he 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 sternly: "In return, I will give you a piece of important enough information in exchange. Just treat me as an undercover sent by you, a double agent or something like that. I promise to
If it’s true information, just make a profit from the 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?"
