I give the world destruction and rebirth

A brand new day started with bright sunshine. Tang Ji hadn't slept so soundly for a while. He had long expected that these vicious-looking bastards were not so strong on the inside.

Maybe eventually, under the pressure of money, fame and outside pressure, these guys in prison will become real beasts, but that will take a process.

It's a very long process, and most of the cowards have been torn apart by real beasts before they even have time to prove themselves.

Last night, two brave men who dared to challenge fate used their own bodies to prove that the man named Tang Ji always slept with one eye open.

Tang Ji stretched out and walked into the bathroom to wash up. This place was much more luxurious than the place where he lived before. Even hot water was supplied 24 hours a day. He was becoming more and more satisfied.

The corpses piled in a corner were covered with white cloth. Tang Ji frowned and threw the soap in the face of the inmate in the opposite cell: "You! Who is in charge of collecting the corpses? You? Or the prison guard?"

The cell opposite contained a strong man with an afro, but after a night of torture, he was already visibly haggard.

He opened his mouth but said nothing. With his eight years of experience in prison, he really couldn't answer this question.

Fortunately, the return of the prison guard freed the man with the afro.

"Everyone, stand at attention!" The prison guards walked through the gate into Area C one by one, but apparently no one among the prisoners here, including Tang Ji, obeyed their orders.

The VIPs on the second floor have not yet gotten up, while the serious criminals on the first floor have not yet adapted to the new laws of the jungle, and are still doing mental construction at this time.

The only beast was leaning against the railing, wiping his hair with a towel, and asked lazily: "What time is breakfast? While I'm eating, you guys clean up the garbage here. I need a toothbrush and new sheets."

When the prison guards saw the hands and feet leaking out from under the old sheets and the corpses piled more than half a meter high, they immediately sounded the alarm and exited Area C with nervous expressions on their faces.

Tang Ji shrugged, returned to the bathroom, rinsed his mouth, and began to use Deglin's fitness equipment to move his body. He felt that almost every day he was a little stronger than yesterday. If he did not exercise for a long time, his control ability would decrease.

As Deglin can testify, he had just died.

A few minutes later, Warden Munstein returned to Area C with the prison guards armed with live ammunition. He stood outside the iron gate and looked at Tang Ji with blazing eyes.

The death and injury of a few people is not a problem to him at all, especially when these gang members died due to their own internal problems. No one will pursue them and no one will ask for compensation.

As long as the hands and tail are handled cleanly, no one will notice this matter. What Munstan really cares about is Tangji, who ignored his authority.

Maybe Tang Ji was a famous figure outside, but in this prison, Munstein couldn't tolerate anyone provoking him like this.

This not only undermines his authority, but also questions his ability in front of shareholders.

At this time, Ben Bieber, one of the major shareholders, also completed the sanitation work under the service of the servants. He was standing behind the fence on the second floor and looking at Tang Ji with a frown. He looked like he could be radiant. describe.

"Didn't I say don't let him sleep?" Els Benbieber asked with some dissatisfaction.

"Two more people died last night. No one wants to stand out anymore. Maybe we should let the people in Area AB consume his energy first." The bodyguard responsible for protecting Ben Bieber looked bitter.

The first person to die last night originally planned to give him a hard blow after Tang Ji fell asleep, but as soon as he opened the door, his skull was shattered by the crystal ashtray thrown by Tang Ji.

Another brave man who received a heavy reward, under the arrangement of his bodyguards, planned to disturb Tang Ji by making noise so that he could not rest. But as soon as he made some noise, Tang Ji locked the target.

Tang Ji broke the door lock of the opponent's cell, pressed the serial murderer who was famous for his cruelty into the toilet, and flushed the water continuously. In the end, no one could tell whether he was drowned or pressed to death. of.

Most of the murderer's face was pressed into the U-shaped pipe of the toilet. No one thought or dared to help him collect his body.

Even the bodyguard's steps were much lighter when he returned to the second floor. If he could, he really wanted to persuade his boss to give up this plan, either give Tang Ji a shot, or leave here quickly.

"You'd better keep quiet from now on, Mr. Tanguy, otherwise my people may become nervous." Under the protection of eight armed prison guards, Warden Munstein walked into Area C and stood a few feet away from Tanguy. Talking twenty meters away from the cell.

Tang Ji raised his hands symbolically and continued his training.

Munstein raised his head and glanced at Ben Bieber on the second floor, and used his finger to make a gun and pointed at Tangji, but Ben Bieber hesitated for a few seconds and shook his head.

"You're lucky." Warden Munstein looked away from Tang Ji and said to his subordinates: "Send all the injured who accidentally slipped last night to the infirmary. Doctor Paddington will take good care of them. .”

Although everyone knew that the people piled in Tang Ji's cell were already dead, the warden said that they were the wounded who accidentally slipped and fell, and they were the wounded.

The prison guards with guns cautiously approached Tang Ji's cell. More than half of these people came to work after the prison was expanded. They had never experienced any big scenes. Just a few corpses and the bulging muscles on Tang Ji's body made them... My fingers are about to cramp.

"All prisoners! Go out to eat!" The warden was too lazy to waste time by naming names. Strictly speaking, Area C was not even under his jurisdiction.

The prisoners who can live in Area C are basically 'excellent employees' of major gangs. They are either here for vacation, or they are here to see the Gold Plate, just for a formality.

Tang Ji threw the barbell to the ground with a clang. The sound frightened a prison guard into accidentally pulling the trigger.

The prison guards are equipped with shotguns that use reduced charge. The bullets are weak and the initial speed is slow. Tang Ji's combat status has always been kept at the optimal state. Recently, he has awakened his furious identity. He is already excellent. His dynamic vision is further enhanced, enough to allow him to dodge the path of an ordinary person's gun at close range.

From the moment those prison guards approached his cell, he could hear their nervous heartbeats. When someone pulled the trigger, Tang Ji not only had enough time to step back and dodge most of the projectiles, but also had enough Yu Li stretched out his prosthetic leg and pulled it in the air, knocking many projectiles away.

In the eyes of others, they only saw the prison guard firing a shot at Tang Ji, and Tang Ji swept the bullet away!

The flash of light from the projectile hitting the metal prosthetic was fleeting, but it was enough to make anyone who saw clearly stunned.

Superhuman? That law enforcer Tang is also an awakener?

Warden Munstein's expression changed, he silently took a step back, turned and left Area C, leaving only the armed prison guards looking at each other.

In terms of combat power, they can only defeat two or three serious criminals in Area C. Without the deterrence of firearms, they really don't know how to threaten Tang Ji.

"Get out!" Tang Ji's order was like an imperial edict that relieved the prison guards: "Tell the kitchen that I want French food in the morning."

Before he was imprisoned, Tang Ji had heard about those bastards living on the second floor who focused on renovating the prison's cafeteria. It not only had an elegant dining environment, but also a Michelin-level chef team.

Of course, not all prisoners can enjoy this kind of treatment. Most prisoners are still the same as before, and their daily meals are the cheapest synthetic nutritional paste.

"You, take me to the cafeteria." Tang Ji pointed at the afro across from him. His hairstyle was so eye-catching that it was impossible not to notice it.

And in a place like prison, being able to maintain your own hairstyle proves your status.

Tang Ji needs a guide to understand this prison. He needs to know who can be killed directly and who can break a few bones to make him remember.

The expression on the afro's face was as if his mother had just died that morning, but he didn't dare to refuse. The last ungrateful guy still had his head stuck in the toilet.

"My name is Mozak, you can call me a painter." Afro communicated to Tang Ji cautiously: "I am not a native of Night City, nor am I a member of a gang. I have nothing to do with this!"

"How did you get in?" Tang Ji sat in the best seat of the public restaurant and looked at the environment here.

The decoration here is similar to that of an ordinary fast food restaurant. Each food stall is blocked behind by tempered glass, leaving only a small space for the prisoner to insert the paper plate.

The person responsible for serving food behind the stall is also a prisoner. He has fierce eyes and distributes food to his fellows based entirely on his mood. Those who are thin and have frightened expressions on their faces can only get one-third of the amount.

The prison guards turned a blind eye to this and just looked at the entire restaurant with guns indifferently to ensure that there would be no riot here.

There were a lot of prison guards today, and their eyes were all focused on Tang Ji.

"Making and selling counterfeit currency. When I was arrested, I injured two law enforcement officers." The painter said cautiously, fearing that the person opposite would break his neck if he was unhappy.

"Young man, you can't live in Area C with these charges." Tang Ji looked at the passing prisoners around him and kept looking at him. He knew that these people were plotting against him, and he was somewhat looking forward to it.

"I am a special recruit. I live in Area B right now." The painter smiled bitterly, not knowing whether he was lucky or unlucky: "Some big shot took a fancy to my skills. My skills in counterfeiting coins are really good. I was completely caught." It’s because all my teammates are pigs!”

"Relax, if you didn't lie, you don't have to worry about losing your life one day." Tang Ji glanced at the painter's slender fingers relative to the palm of his hand: "I will break your fingers at most."

The painter swallowed and stared at his fingers, his face turned pale, but his spirit that had been suffering all night felt strangely relaxed.

After seeing so much death in one night, it seems that losing a few fingers is not unacceptable.

There was an eerie silence in the public cafeteria. Everyone wanted to kill Tang Ji, but they didn't know who would be the winner. In this place, the winner often couldn't take advantage.

And Tang Ji himself knew this. His eyes were like picking prey, scanning the faces of the scum in turn.

"What crime did that guy with the tattoo on his head and no hair come in?" Tang Ji found a target that looked suitable for surgery and asked the painter.

"I remember that he was charged with second-degree murder. He killed a passerby while robbing a store and escaping." The painter thought carefully for a while before confirming.

After being reminded by his companions, the bald man who was targeted by Tang Ji turned around angrily and made a gesture of slitting his throat towards Tang Ji.

He felt humiliated that he was the first to be targeted by Tanguy, which proved that he was the one who looked the best to deal with among them.

The ridicule from his companions and the joking looks from the people around him made the bald man furious. He quietly took a sharpened spoon from his companion and stood up suddenly.

But faster than him was a group of strong men with ponytails and big beards on the other side of the restaurant. They were a speeding gang in the suburbs of Night City. They were quite powerful and had always looked down upon the street power in the city.

This time they plan to kill Tang Ji to prove that the street forces in Night City are all weak and weak cowards.

"Those are the members of the Luan Dao Society. They will do anything as long as they are paid." The painter introduced the group of people knowingly: "Of course they can't be idle without money. They ransack gas stations, rob passers-by, help transport contraband, and so on. All is fine, but there will definitely be beating, smashing, looting and burning.”

Tang Ji nodded, it was a very suitable appetizer.

There were four people in the small gang of the Luan Dao Society, with an average weight of more than 180. They looked very tough, but Tang Ji didn't care at all, they didn't even have a decent weapon.

Just now Tang Ji noticed that many small groups around him were taking the opportunity to have meals to exchange weapons with each other. There were at least twenty homemade weapons that could kill people in the canteen, as well as three or four edged daggers.

As for the Rando Club, they only have fists.

Tang Jidu began to pity them. Not only were they ostracized by other forces in the prison, but they were also maliciously sent out as sacrifices.

Tang Ji reluctantly accepted this sacrifice.

Tang Ji took the initiative to stand up. This action made all the prisoners in the canteen nervous. It was obvious that many of them were still a little afraid of him.

Everyone in the Luandao Club quickened their pace. They thought Tang Ji was going to escape. Along the way, a member of the Tiger Claws wanted to stand up, but was held down by his companions.

The next second he knew that his attempt to help was unnecessary. Luandao Hui, who was closest to Tang Ji, was punched in the face by Tang Ji, and fell to the ground without even saying a word.

This seemed to be a signal. When Tang Ji was walking forward, the short Hispanic man who was closest to him suddenly took out a sharpened screwdriver from his sock and stabbed Tang Ji's calf.

Working with him was another strong Latino with a statue of the Virgin tattooed on the back of his hand. He put his arms around Tangji's shoulders: "This is a gift from the Valentino gang!"

Tang Ji could feel that the man behind him was extremely powerful. He was most likely equipped with prosthetic equipment like him. However, he had been through many battles. He just used the kidnapper behind him as a fulcrum without panic and dissatisfaction. He raised his foot and kicked the little man in the face. Then he hit him hard in the face with the back of his head.

Then, Tang Ji's prosthetic wrist rotated 180 degrees, successively grasped a vulnerable part of the attacker, and suddenly held it.

That scream caused the riot in the entire cafeteria to pause.