I give the world destruction and rebirth

"Don, it's me, Michael." Fabinski's voice came from the phone: "Machete just talked to us on the phone. He wants to know whether your actions were directed by the Law Enforcement Bureau."

"I have a very tight schedule today, you'd better not go around in circles." Tang Ji glanced at his watch impatiently: "By the way, I'll send someone to the pet hospital with you. There are still a few living hostages. Call the medical team. .”

"Don, stop, you are destroying the balance of the neighborhood." Fabinski advised again: "If you are willing to stop, the Valentino Gang will pretend that nothing happened."

"Wearing the same pants as Adams, Michael?" Tang Ji glanced around: "The balance you are talking about, who is balancing with whom?"

"You will regret it, Don. The Valentino Gang has changed a lot recently. They have begun to develop in the direction of big players." Fabinski finally said: "Be careful, don't die."

"By the way, what is the Whirlpool Gang? I have a guy here named Hawes, have you heard of him?" Tang Ji walked to the second floor and saw the injured member of the Whirlpool Gang stumbling and holding on to the wall looking for an exit.

"Hawes? Let me check. I have a criminal record, two cases of intentional injury and three cases of robbery." Before Fabinski could finish reading, he heard a gunshot from the other side of the phone: "Can I send this file to you?" Logged out?"

"Don't try to trick me Michael, I can only kindly suggest that the Law Enforcement Bureau can save some file expenses." After Tang Ji finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

"He rejected our conditions." Scimitar heard the person on the phone say: "He is yours now. If you have the ability, don't forget that he is now a member of the LS Road Group."

"That's my business. I just want to make sure that you won't trouble me in the future. I don't want my business to be affected by personal grudges." Scimitar, wearing a suit that didn't suit his temperament at all, sat in an office: "Because this One thing, our prices have increased by 30% this month."

"Okay, money has never been an issue in our business. Be careful and don't make things bigger."

Scimitar hung up the phone impatiently. He was very angry with the person on the other end of the phone. If it were a year ago, he would have rushed out to seek revenge, but now, there is a new order in this place.

A new order that allows everyone to make money, even rough guys like Machete have to learn to control their temper to adapt to the new order.

"Let Gusvota come in!" Scimitar threw the phone on the table, combed his messy hair back into a ponytail with both hands, and said to himself: "Rodriguez, you are such a troublemaker, I will I should watch you die."

Soon there was a rhythmic knock on the door, and Gusvota, wearing a black shirt and a golden vest, walked in: "Are you looking for me?"

"Go and kill that crazy guy, make it clean, there's something on top of it." Scimitar slapped his face and said a little tiredly: "Then teach that idiot Rodriguez a lesson and let him restrain himself in the future."

"I understand, sir, I will deal with it as soon as possible." Gusvota bowed slightly and retreated.

"Commando, follow me and go out to do business." Gusvota walked through the office area outside like a wind and shouted to a group of people in suits and ties who looked no different from elite white-collar workers. Immediately, a third of the people stood He stood up and walked into the elevator with him.

The Valentino Gang is undergoing a transformation. They not only take advantage of the reshuffle in Night City to curry favor with the powerful, but also start to learn to run a formal business with a humble attitude.

This caused rifts within the Valentino Gang. Those old men who were accustomed to killing and making money with dirty tricks were very dissatisfied with Machete's approach.

Rodriguez is another problem. He gave the Valentino Gang the opportunity to get in touch with higher-level dignitaries, but the work they handed over to them was too dirty. Even an organization like the Valentino Gang is quite powerful. criticism.

"Where is that guest now?" Gusvota was driving his platinum Goodra 640Ts on the street. At this time, he had put on a body armor, and the passenger seat was filled with long and short firearms.

"He drove a red Salvador on Schönbrunn Street. He didn't have a license plate. The car was snatched from our hands." The stalker's voice came from the communicator.

"Someone among us bought the Scallop? Who bought it?" Gusvota's face was a little confused. They said that the engine of that thing might have been stolen from a lawn mower, and the wheels were from a shopping cart, but someone in the gang actually bought it. This kind of car?

"He's a new guy, Boss Gusvota. He just joined the team last month, and he met that madman today. It's already unlucky enough."

"We'll get him a decent car later. Don't go out and embarrass yourself by driving around." Gusvota stepped on the accelerator, drifted and took a shortcut into Schönbrunn Street.

Behind him, there were two cars full of gunmen. These were not gang gunmen that could be seen everywhere on the streets. They trained for longer every year than the Night City law enforcers.

Tang Ji was a little irritated about the car he grabbed. He almost stepped his right foot into the gas tank, but his speed was still maintained at about 55 miles.

This little broken car kept making heartbreaking wails, as if it was going to disintegrate in the next second to prove that it was really incompetent, but there was no way to wait for Tang Ji to finish his work and come out. Not even a hair was left near the pet hospital with you. .

Only the owner of the Juanbei Wuwu was hiding at the door, peering in. It turned out to be an unsmart owner, and Tang Ji didn't even bother to reward him with a bullet.

Fortunately, the San Andreas bar wasn't too far away, and Tanguy just hoped the grocery cart could make it there.

But things didn't go as expected. A platinum-gold Goodra sports car suddenly rushed up from the side, easily squeezing Juanbeiwuwu against the wall and constantly rubbing against it.

Tang Ji calmly let go of the steering wheel, and before the car was completely destroyed, he smashed the roof with his fists. After standing up, he leaned his upper body directly out of the car, and jumped on the roof of the Goodra with one hand. .

"The car is good!" Tang Ji directly grasped the roof of the car with his five fingers, holding himself firmly there, using the prelude to press the trigger in the main driving position.

The powerful bullets shot directly through the roof and chassis of Gudela's car. The vehicle quickly lost control and began to shake left and right, but Tang Ji did not hear the sound of the driver being shot.

The next second, a gunman wearing a gold vest pushed open the right rear door, rolled out, and waved to him.

Tangji suddenly felt something bad. He looked up and suddenly jumped up and grabbed the street lamp inside. The huge pulling force caused a tearing pain at the connection between the prosthetic limb and the muscles.

boom!

Gudra exploded and the sky was filled with flames!

The gunman in the golden vest straightened his hair, took out a similarly golden pistol, and fired at Tang Ji from a distance.

PS: Come back soon to correct typos, EMMM, old problem