Mr. Good Luck Carl Wile has now successfully returned to the Federation. He is in Night City, and his status is almost as if he has lost contact with his prostitutes.
Naturally, Carl Weiler was not proud enough to ask Sirte to make another trip to the Commonwealth-Australia express line to bring him back, but as the hero of Tang Ji's smooth return home, Dr. Wu Qianying still found a way to get him a boat.
, arrived in Australia with the parts needed for the Moonlight Gold.
So not only did Mr. Good Luck return to the Federation, but the Moonlight Gold also returned to the Federation smoothly, along with a ship full of Australian survivors.
These people do not want to take root in the federal region, but shoulder the important task of restarting the Australia-Federation trade line.
Of course, for now, considering the cost of fossil fuels at this stage, except perhaps for nuclear-powered ships like the Moonlight Gold, unless this trade line is transporting gold, it is basically impossible to make back the money, so these people also
It's only in name only to rebuild trade lines.
Its real purpose was to obtain some material assistance from Shelter Zero, but something unexpected happened to Foreman.
This old butler, who had served the Moonlight Gold all his life, received a gift from Tang Ji a few days ago, and he gave the Moonlight Gold directly to Forman.
No one had any objections. Those who knew the inside story felt that Fuhrman deserved it, while those who did not know the inside story most likely did not have the courage to express any opinions in front of Tang Ji.
The first decision Foreman, a respected old steward, made was that he was willing to run this route to establish a communication channel between the Federation and Australia.
"I have lived on this ship all my life, but it was not until Mr. Tanguy took over this ship that I felt that life became meaningful." Foreman rarely had some fluctuations in his tone at that time: "And now I
My life has gained freedom for the first time, and I hope it becomes more meaningful. If my existence can make this world a better place, then I will die without regrets."
Calvert was not as moral as Foreman, so after being greatly moved, he got off the boat and walked into the casino opened by the Valentinos.
He only had one thought in his mind at the time - thank God, there are finally people in this world who want to do something serious!
The casino opened by the Valentinos was a tacky one, the Lucky 21 was as tacky as its interior, full of outdated, turn-of-the-century Las Vegas style, but it was enough for Carl Ville
Already.
You must know that Mr. Good Luck had already washed his hands in a half-gold basin before today. He even reflected a Bodhi tree in his inner world, bowing and worshiping it every day to cleanse his body and mind.
Is that because he has seen through the world of mortals? Of course not, that’s just that he is too boring. People cannot, at least should not, indulge in women every day. He needs some gambling to spice things up, but Shelter No. 2 cannot satisfy Carl Wile.
spiritual needs, all he got there was emptiness and kidney deficiency.
But now, Carl Wile is finally able to relax. As a ruthless man who has been in Las Vegas casinos for several years without losing, even if Carl Wile does not have luck, he can still kill here purely by relying on his skills.
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In the past forty-eight hours, Carl Wiler only slept for six hours, and spent the rest of the time at the gambling table, with a winning rate of 100%.
Such an outrageous operation has naturally attracted the attention of the Valentino people for a long time. You must know that before the Apocalypse Day, they were the most ruthless street gang in Night City, and after the Apocalypse Day, they actually became an independent gang.
Powerful, but equally ruthless.
To put it simply, Valentino people are not soft-tempered, they have a very bad temper.
So the manager in charge of running the casino dealt a cruel blow to Carl Wiler without saying a word. His original plan was to capture the damn liar and beat him half to death, and then nail him to the entrance of the casino as a tribute.
As a result, the thugs he sent to deal with Carl Wile were all wiped out before they even reached the place. A total of eight people fell in different accidents less than fifty meters away, and some were just tripped.
Some of them injured their thighs, and some of them accidentally had drinks poured into their eyes. The most unlucky one was hit by a crystal lamp that fell from the ceiling and almost died on the spot.
These outrageous scenes made Tianqi enter the shelter a few days ago. The casino manager who was just pulled out of the dormant cabin suddenly thought of an enduring legend in the casino industry about Mr. Good Luck.
So the news of Carl Velo's appearance at the Night City Casino quickly reached the ears of Gusvotar, and the leader of the Valentinians soon met Cal Velo in his office.
The two parties talked enthusiastically for half an hour, exchanging friendly first impressions of each other, and then Mr. Carl Wiler became the actual owner of Lucky 21.
Gusvota has always been a smart man in this regard. He first realized that even if they didn't look at Tang Ji's face, they probably wouldn't be able to pose any threat to Mr. Good Luck. The other party was naturally invincible.
So since he couldn't beat him, he might as well join directly. Gusvota generously gave the casino to Mr. Good Luck. Originally, the Valentinos didn't expect the benefits of such a casino, so why did they open such a casino?
Casinos, the main reason is due to inertia
After all, half of the current high-level people in Valentino were from street gangs before the Apocalypse, and their rough aura is hard to get rid of. They are used to making money in gray areas, and as Night City begins to rebuild again, from
The survivors who walked back to the surface in the shelter also need such a place to relax and have fun.
Gusvota even hoped to use this to gain the friendship of Carl Wiler himself. After all, he was Mr. Good Luck. Before the Apocalypse, he would have no chance even if he wanted to hug someone's lap.
Carl Wiler, who started working in a casino like this, lived a life of drunkenness and dreams every day, feeling that his life was complete.
Until this day, he met Tang Anran again in his dream
"I must be dreaming! I must be having a nightmare!" Carl Weile shook his head vigorously and slapped himself from left to right. As a result, there was no pain reaction, and he was finally sure that he was indeed dreaming.
Because Tang Anran showed him a scene of world destruction that was far more complete than the Apocalypse Day——
On the earth, almost endless cubes are inserted deeply into the ground like building blocks. At this time, Carl Weiler's perspective is from the moon to the earth. Those cubes are huge enough to be visible to the naked eye from the moon.
The next second, many cubes began to shake, and the entire earth was shattered in front of his eyes. Then, as if it had been brushed by something, it disappeared without a trace, leaving him alone on the moon watching all this happen.
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"What the hell is going on?" Carl Weiler rarely cursed, but he immediately remembered whose son the man in front of him was, and immediately hesitated: "I mean, what does this mean?"
"This is the ending of this world in my imagination." Tang Anran snapped his fingers, and the earth once again appeared where it should be: "Of course it may not be accurate, but the meaning should be similar."
"Why are you showing me these? I mean why are you coming to me? I'm just a nobody." Carl Weiler positioned himself very accurately. He is not a fearless person like Tang Ji. He is not even a brave person.
people.
Even if he knew that the earth might encounter such an ending in the future, he could only watch it happen. He was just lucky and not invulnerable.
What Carl Weile really thinks about is: If you really have any idea of saving the world, you should go find your father?
"Stop that stupid look of yours, Uncle Carl. My dad is already busy enough, and he has done enough for this world. I can't watch you just point your fingers at him and do the work alone."
Tang Anran acted like a young adult and snapped his fingers again, and two deck chairs suddenly appeared on the barren soil of the moon: "Sit down and let's talk in detail."
"Actually, it's okay if you don't say it. I'm a person with no ambitions." Carl Weile shook his head, but in the end he still sat on the recliner, imitating Tang Anran's example, lying down and growing comfortably.
Take a breath.
"I haven't figured out the changes that have happened to me yet, and there are some other reasons that make it not suitable for me to talk to my dad face-to-face." When Tang Anran spoke, some of his micro-expressions were similar to those of Tang Ji.
Very similar, except that his facial features are much softer, and he doesn't look so sharp or aggressive.
So when Tang Anran said this, Carl Weile easily believed that he was telling the truth. He really had some personal reasons that were not suitable for meeting Tang Ji for the time being.
When the same words were put into Tang Ji's mouth, he probably was thinking about himself and others. If he didn't obey, he would shoot him to death.
However, considering that if he was disobedient, the final result would not be any different, so Carl Weile could only act like he was listening carefully and wait for Tang Anran's next words.
"To put it simply, Uncle Carl, I need your help." Tang Anran snapped his fingers again, and a wooden carved table full of Hawaiian style appeared between the two people. There were also two glasses of Hawaiian cocktails with small umbrellas on the table.
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Carl Ville is very familiar with this stuff, but he hasn't had it for many years. Although the Valentinos have reopened casinos and bars, many of the raw materials have become extinct on the earth, so this kind of wine may not be available.
You can only drink it in your dreams, right?
He took a sip with great expectation, but found that the taste was very strange, and it was definitely not what it looked like.
"What's that expression on your face? I've never had a cocktail." Tang Anran shrugged, then took a sip of the contents of the cup and frowned: "I really can't imagine what these things should taste like.
But this? Too bad."
Tang Anran said that he poured the contents of the cup directly onto the lunar surface: "You see, I am just a child trapped in a metal can. I hope that one day in the future I can experience the world with myself instead of in a dream."
Guess, I want to know what the wine you love drinking so much tastes like, and I want to know what it feels like to smoke, because my dad always smokes."
"But now it seems that the basis for all my wishes to be fulfilled is that this world must always exist." Tang Anran said, snapping his fingers, and the strange destruction process of the earth was replayed in front of the two people.
"So, in order for me to realize my dream, I have to ensure that the world will not be destroyed." Tang Anran said to Carl Wile: "In order to achieve this goal, I need your help, Uncle Carl."
"How can I get involved in your family's affairs?" Carl Weile said with a guilty conscience. At the same time, he raised his eyes and glanced at Tang Anran. For a moment, he thought he was talking to Tang Ji.
"I know this is a big risk, but you have also seen that when the world ends, you will not survive. Instead of doing this, why not take a gamble with me? I need your strength." Tang Anran opened his mouth.
The hand displayed in front of Karl Wilo a complex three-dimensional image composed of countless lines.
"Under time and space, this world also has an independent operating system, which we sometimes call destiny." Tang Anran said, picking up a line from the image with his finger: "This is an ordinary
Human destiny, as long as I exert a little force, it will be stretched or even broken."
Carl Wile watched with some fear as Tang Anran manipulated the lines in front of him, but fortunately Tang Anran did not pull the broken thread, but gently let go, causing it to bounce back to where it should be.
"Those players and the mother world behind them appear in this world like a bowling ball hitting a spider web." Tang Anran explained all this vividly and vividly: "But there are some particularly strong lines among them, and they
It's not a spider web, it's a tightrope that holds the bowling ball for the whole world, and one of the threads is my father."
Hearing what Tang Anran said, Carl Weile nodded as he should. If everything Tang Anran said was true, then Tang Ji's thread must be the thickest and hardest in the world.
"And your Uncle Carl, you are also one of the few people who keep the secret of this world." Tang Anran's words made Carl Wile's eyes widen immediately.
"Not only that, your lines are far more complicated than other people's lines. They extend in all directions and seem to connect everything in the world." Tang Anran didn't show Carl Weiler what his line looked like, but said lightly.
: "And I happen to have the ability to bounce these lines and affect the entire world through these lines, and even have the opportunity to bounce that bowling ball back to their world."
"And in order to do everything I say, I need you to get involved, to be more proactive and to get closer to the major events that affect the direction of the plot."