I give the world destruction and rebirth

Tang Ji looked stunned. He didn't know how this woman jumped here, but the expression on his face undoubtedly proved Wu Qianying's guess.

"Don't look surprised. I prepared several alternative questions. This is just the one with the largest conceptual scope. Now it seems that I guessed it right." Wu Qianying showed the PDA casually, with seven or eight questions listed densely on it. A similar question.

There’s a sci-fi style, from Are They Aliens? Are they immortals? That they are vampires? Such a question.

There are also realism-style ones that say they are Nazis? Are they transhuman supremacists? There are also a series of names of ideological trends that Tang Ji knows the characters but cannot understand the meaning.

There are even magical ones, like are they magicians? Are they from Hogwarts? Are they led by the Witch King?

Tang Ji was silent for a while and looked at Wu Qianying with some confusion. He didn't expect that she still had such a side. Finally, thousands of words merged into one sentence: "Read less novels in the future."

"Don't even think about denying it. I know that I have shortcomings in emotional intelligence, so I taught myself the subject of micro-expression research when I was twelve years old." Wu Qianying looked at Tang Ji jokingly: "For example, right now, you are thinking about what happened to you unintentionally. I discovered so many secrets.”

"Not much. For example, I know that there is a problem with your prosthetic leg. Last time I suggested that you change to a newer model. Your micro-expressions are too rich." Wu Qianying said casually: "And your revolver, you suddenly The change in gun-using habits is certainly not due to lack of firepower."

"Let's see what else there is. You had your first black meal on April 14 this year. Judging from the consumption level when you invited me to dinner that night, I guess it was about 100,000 federal coins?" Wu Qianying briefly recalled it. : "On June 2, you had sex with a woman, and she took the initiative."

Tang Ji stopped Wu Qianying's intention to continue speaking. He suddenly found that in Wu Qianying's eyes, he was no different from the paramecium under the microscope.

This is not micro-expression analysis at all, this is mind reading! Are you a superhuman too?

"Are you doubting whether I am a super human?" Wu Qianying shook her head: "Unfortunately, I have been looking forward to that day. Nothing can bring more inspiration to researchers than personal experience."

"I" Tang Ji was interrupted when he was about to speak. Wu Qianying pointed to the door: "You should also learn micro-expressions. You can use them now. You don't trust me. I'm very angry. Get out now."

"I am a wounded person, and you asked me to come to check."

"Then let someone carry you out!"

"Seriously Don, we've known each other for a long time, how come you haven't learned anything from me about being romantic?" Edward sat in the driver's seat with a smile on his face.

Although he didn't know what they said inside, since Dr. Wu told Tang Ji to get out, it proved that he was fine. Edward trusted Dr. Wu's judgment.

"It's better to take care of yourself. I've been too pushy recently, and I'm afraid someone might find you." Tang Ji knocked on the old man's car glass and found that it was bulletproof glass.

"Since you have chosen to do this, do it to the end and make the whole Night City bastards fearful. Naturally, I will be safe." The old man was quite tolerant: "Don't worry about me, I have already done enough in my life. My biggest hope now is to watch An Ran grow up."

At this point, the old man sighed. He was not even sure who would see him off first or An Ran.

"There will be a day." Tang Ji comforted the old man's heart, and at the same time he was comforting himself. Everything he did was ultimately for Tang Anran.

If Tang Anran was really gone one day, Tang Ji didn't know if he would go crazy. He had always resisted imagining that possibility.

The old man's driving skills were as high as his ability to flirt with women. He quickly drove back to the city, and then the two of them spotted the car at the same time and followed him.

"The license plate number is LM.3872, gray Tingwei Mackinaw pickup truck." The old man explained the details while turning left at the next corner, while Tang Ji casually wrote down these details in his notebook.

"Do you have any impression? Which gang's car is it?" The old man smiled. He had not encountered such an exciting thing for a long time after his retirement.

"I can't tell. They don't use their cars as well as before." Tang Ji shook his head and started to check the bullets.

Before the Red Sun incident, street gangs had many rules. For example, the Valentino Gang liked to drive convertible sports cars, the Bear Gang only drove large SUVs, and the Tiger Claw Gang rode motorcycles.

Unlike now, all the newbies in the Valentino Gang are actually doing the roll call. Tang Ji can still see himself doing the roll call on TV.

"Guli Street is ahead. Let's ambush at the old place." The old man stepped on the accelerator and started to accelerate.

As an old lawman, the streets of this city are like the wrinkles on his face. He knows where there are twists and turns.

The old man soon took a step ahead. He made a sharp turn and inserted the car into a small alley on the side of the road. Looking at his watch, it took a full seven seconds for the pickup truck he had been following to pass by the alley in a hurry.

Tang Ji flicked the bullet nest, and the prelude filled with armor-piercing bullets made a pleasant sound. The old man reached out from the glove box and took out a DS1 submachine gun. He glanced at Tang Ji's new IDE gun: "Ha, your new toy is Six bullets?”

The old man held the steering wheel with one hand, stepped on the accelerator, backed out of the alley, accelerated and started chasing the pickup truck, with a flush of excitement on his face: "I really miss this time!"

At this time, the pickup truck in front had already spotted the target chasing behind it. The driver slammed on the brakes, and the tires squealed, leaving four black marks on the ground.

Before the old man and Tang Ji had time to shoot, they saw two masked men getting out of the back seat. They were kneeling on the roadside with their hands raised and their backs leaning against the car door. At first glance, they looked like experienced veterans.

The old man withdrew his submachine gun from the car window with a look of regret on his face: "What the hell, are they here to negotiate?"

Tang Ji opened the door and got out of the car with Prelude. He looked around and saw that there was no high place suitable for a sniper to hide. The other party seemed to be really not hostile.

A masked man pointed to the compartment behind the pickup truck, then stood up. Seeing that Tang Ji didn't react, he opened the trunk with confidence and dragged the black canvas bag out with his accomplices.

The thing screamed when it hit the ground. It was obviously a living person.

The two masked men pointed to the bags on the ground, looked at each other, and got into the car. Then the pickup truck almost ejected and sped out.

PS: Thank you book friend @Brother for the cool tip, thank you book friend @Worry-free is the realm of hope, thank you book friend @Crazy Ryan for the tip