Chapter 301 People of Night City

The Whirlpool Gang robs and steals, but in this society where networks are segmented and high-tech surveillance is frequent, how do they determine their targets?

Everyone knows that companies are stingy, so are all those oppressed by companies just little sheep?

Of course it's impossible, the little sheep has long since become a roasted whole lamb.

If the homeless man at the factory gate replaces his blind eyeball, he can record the time for the Uzumaki Gang to go to and from get off work at the factory and who is changing shifts.

The unlucky ones in the factory whose wages cannot cover their loans will find ways to make money, employees who have been fired without reason will find ways to find compensation on their own, and those whose work-related injuries have not been compensated will in turn give these factories a taste of the real power of Night City. Iron Fist.

There are so many clues that the Uzumaki Gang is injured that throughout the year, as long as they want to move around, there is no time to rest.

Rather, sometimes these local residents hope that the Uzumaki Gang will ruthlessly rob the company.

".You said you were not kidnapped?"

"No." A man with dirty hair shook his head, "I saw the team leader taking a big bag of medicine while running away yesterday. It's quite expensive. I saw where he put his things."

"You're just going to sell your team leader to the Uzumaki Gang?"

The man spat: "Fuck him, I wish he died."

The vulgar words made Jefferson's head hurt.

He could see in this man's eyes the fear and fear of being in the Uzumaki Gang's territory, and he could also see his malice towards the team leader.

"Why? Do you have a grudge?"

"That old bastard asked us to help him deliver a letter to the Uzumaki Gang two months ago, but in the end something happened and he deducted our production safety bonus, and he even pocketed the share!

The deduction was 800 euros, so we got 900 euros! What else did he say. He was sorry? ! "

The man was indignant and didn't end there. He kept talking about how the team leader set production quotas for them and how he put money on his face.

"Why should a young man have to endure so much hardship? When he reaches his age, he can easily eat his ass, so he just sold his ass to that production manager!

Damn it, just because I listened to his big picture, I can't even pay off the loan, and my wife urges me to make money every day to buy Gaozhi milk powder--

Alas, brother, I also know other things going on in the factory. I just hope you can give me some leftovers when the time comes.

The child at home needs to drink milk, and the doctor also said that he has some congenital heart disease and can only be treated with a loan.

But it doesn’t matter. He will be able to work when he is six years old. I will find someone to calculate the loan repayment period. When the time comes, our father and mother will definitely be able to renew."

So here is a worker, a father, a husband, but also a criminal, and a criminal intent on betrayal.

Jefferson was speechless, and this was no exception.

Are these people miserable?

Very miserable.

But after seeing these people, his head hurt so much that he even thought: To a large extent, they brought this on themselves!

The so-called "companies" that do many evil things may not necessarily be complete perpetrators if their scope is limited.

You must know that in addition to the giant companies in this world, there are also many small companies struggling to survive.

Company safety cannot be guaranteed, costs increase, and factory profits further decrease, further squeezing their "legal" living space.

This is another vicious cycle.

Watson North District has been underemployed all year round because companies are unwilling to move in, leaving many people homeless.

After broadening his thinking, Jefferson's smart mind suddenly thought of a large number of complex social reaction chains.

He was even a little confused: Did he really not open his eyes and see this city?

This is also Lille's little doubt about the mayor.

According to Jefferson's bio, he is also a Night City native, and was even born in Haywood, where his parents ran a restaurant.

He was born in 2031. At that time, the sky in Night City was still light red, shrouded in the radiation cloud of nuclear bombs.

No matter how deaf he is, he shouldn't have no idea about these things.

Jefferson sometimes gave Lear the impression that he viewed the mayor's position as a problem-solving switch.

It seems that if he sits on it, all problems can be solved under his control.

But how to sit on it, these details and methods are extremely vague, which is reflected in this commission.

He thinks clearly about political operations, but in terms of details, it's like he's a different person.

Of course, Lille could probably guess the reason, he was just making sure.

Something can be seen from Jefferson's political thought.

Jefferson covered his forehead with his hands, and there were dense beads of sweat on both sides, as if he was carrying out a dangerous hacker.

Suddenly, he took a step back! The people here were shocked.

"I need a break."

He staggered out of the room, took out a pneumatic syringe from the pocket under his coat, and pressed it on his neck.

laugh.

After the medicine entered his body, Jefferson sat down on the table, and it seemed that the pain was relieved a lot.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and cheeks: "Sorry, maybe it's because of the heavy work pressure recently, but the Uzumaki Gang exists."

"I can see that." Lille closed the door and continued, "According to our previous contract, I can provide you with a lot of clues to clean up these criminals.

According to my preliminary estimate, the crime rate can drop by about 10 points, which is even slightly lower than the total crime rate in Night City.

But compared to your wealthy areas, I guess this value is not too low. "

In other words, if the Uzumaki Gang is eliminated, and then the residents who are related to the Uzumaki Gang are eliminated, the impact on the crime rate will be approximately 20 points.

What about the rest of the crime?

The answer was ready to come out, completely shattering Jefferson's remaining luck.

Lear took two steps forward and walked to the second room.

"There are some residents here who want to buy functional prosthetics from the Uzumaki Gang. It is not legal. Also, some people want to install combat prosthetics."

"But it's definitely illegal." Lear shrugged, "Other than that, it's just small fish and shrimps, such as street fights, hit-and-run accidents, and road rage shootings.

Others were petty crimes, including insulting company representatives and not eating the pizza the right way.

You should be more familiar with these crimes than I am.

But I have no control over those people. Now back to our contract--

By only dealing with these people, I can help you continue to reduce the crime rate by more than ten points, and I can even simply kill the bad guys according to your previous ideas.

What do you want me to do? It just so happens that the NCPD chief is outside--did I guess that right? "

The NCPD chief was outside, in the car River indicated.

If Jefferson decided to continue using methods like this to gain a campaign advantage, they could start getting the criminals on hand in now.

"I" Jefferson couldn't suppress the pain from the stimulant he had just taken, but he knew this was a very important issue and had to think about it.

Crime harms society, but if criminals are also part of society

What exactly is he trying to protect? people? Or society?

The so-called "ordinary people" in Night City are not white lotuses at all, nor are they a group of little birds waiting to be fed and rescued.

They have their own lives and their own little minds. They are timid but also fierce. They are afraid of gangs but also collude with them. They nod and bow to the company, but they will also stab them in the back a few times.

Confused values ​​and blurred views of good and evil are the true face of Night City.

Jefferson's brain tingled: He knew this, he felt like he actually knew it.

But perhaps it was his successful experiences over the years that really made him arrogant.

He wants to invest in education and teach people what is good and what is bad.

Want to create a strong social institution that arranges work for everyone and keeps everything in order.

It seems that the so-called "people at the bottom" have always been miserable victims, the protagonists of tragedies, and have always been waiting for a savior.

But these are not facts.

boom!

Jefferson's feet softened and he fell to his knees. Leal quickly took out another dose of stimulant from his suit and inserted it into him immediately -

laugh--

"You haven't finished settling the bill yet, Mr. Peralez, or do you plan to go back and take a rest first?"

The stimulant entered the body again, and Jefferson's pain did not diminish, but he gained the strength to stand up——

"No, we'll settle the bill!"

"Very good." Lear nodded, "Then tell me your choice."

"." Jefferson raised his head, "I want to hear your thoughts."

"My thoughts?" Lear smiled, "These people are short-sighted and can only see the most superficial world; greedy, they forget to think when they see a little benefit or a little hope of getting rich; timid, they are afraid of those who are stronger than them. people.

When you defeat the people they fear, you refresh their view of the world and point the way to a bright future.

You will find that they suddenly become so docile and lovely, farsighted, temperate, and very brave. "

Jefferson lowered his head, chewing on these words, and suddenly raised his head and said: "You can't be just a mercenary."

"I'm just a mercenary, nothing is impossible."