The red light district in the western suburbs of Liberty City.
Affected by the cold current, scattered light snow drifted in the sky, and a thin layer of frost condensed on the ground.
Wrought iron lamps made of the silhouettes of dancers, as well as various crimson light boxes, are everywhere in men's clubs. These ancient streets and public facilities have not received funding for repairs from the city government. The roads are full of potholes, and driving here is extremely bumpy.
Advertisements for prostitutes and graffiti from street gangsters are plastered everywhere, and coupled with the beautiful light that wanders between pink and purple, it has a chaotic aesthetic.
Compared with the bright lights of Manhattan in the prosperous times, this place is full of depravity. When you come here, the dark side of your soul can't help but feel warm.
A few decades ago, the rapid development of the porn industry made Manhattan a romantic city. However, with the rise of AIDS, the rise of hallucinogens and violence, and the changes in real estate, it was gradually eliminated.
The location has also been moved to this town far away from the urban area, which can only be described as a town.
Come out of the club.
Rocket adjusted his glasses. The cold air outside made him shiver uncontrollably. He quickly took out a pack of cigarettes from his arms and lit them with a cheap plastic lighter.
"How are things going?"
In order not to attract attention, Tank thought about it and came up with this bad idea. These street girls had no jobs and were just the right age. The wonderful thing was that they were in a marginalized group of society. Even if there was an accident and they were killed, they would still be dead.
No one will care at all.
“Pretty smooth.”
"Those little bitches thought it was some new product when they smelled that smell, so they got high without even thinking about it."
"But seriously, what is that thing?"
"It's like a curse."
Rocket himself also had a bit of surgery and didn't feel anything.
"I don't know, maybe it's part of McConaughey's vision or something like that. The last time I saw him, he locked himself up in a basement."
"And then that thing just appeared out of nowhere."
Tank thinks this is a bit abnormal.
"wipe."
Suddenly Rocket felt extremely sick. Did he swallow McConaughey's stuff? Even if it was the broth he made from self-mutilation, it was somewhat understandable. It was best not to find out, just wait for it to become an eternal secret.
never mind.
"Hmm...very good."
"Then McConaughey will be able to completely control those women, like playing a game, up, down, left, left, right, baba."
"Shared vision, and the ability to issue commands, etc., it belongs to the Legend of Fallen Street."
Tank didn't understand what was going on, but in the past few days, Rocket had been doing all the headhunting, and he couldn't stand it anymore.
"How does it feel?"
Tank doesn't have that kind of hobby. It's not that he's mysophobic or anything like that, he just thinks it's not serious.
"wipe."
"I won't touch women again within half a year."
"It feels like I have completed my fucking task. I found that there is a threshold for this."
"If it weren't for the multiple buffs stacked together, such as wife, lace bitch, giant bear, etc., I wouldn't be able to stand up."
"Maybe...I won't lift anymore."
"It turns out this is... a mental illness."
Rocket nodded, thinking that he was like a fucking biologist. It was definitely like this. It was not an organic disease, but a pure monk. Like the monks in the monastery, only the middle part of the hair was shaved, and God
Getting closer and closer.
"You said the same thing last time."
Tank knew that Rocket's addiction was so great that he had some kind of mental illness. Otherwise, he would turn into a lustful demon in ten days and a half.
"You know Kiba, it looks like I'm looking for a lady, but in fact I'm investing in this industry and saving the world."
"I'm so fucking great."
Rocket adjusted his glasses and took a deep puff of cigarette, thinking that he was no different from the savior.
"How to say?"
Tank was shocked.
"If you think about it, in today's world, a man's strength is measured by wealth, which is equivalent to the fact that all women of this generation are for sale."
"But considering the issue of value preservation, well..."
"Just like futures."
Rocket didn't know how to describe it, so he just picked up a word.
"God damn Futures, how did your brain... grow?"
Even though the usually calm Tank was distracted, there is no connection between the two, right?
"I..."
"In short, that's what it means. If all of them are futures, only people with great capital will dare to take risks to play."
"Fortunately, there are still rare and valuable items in this world."
"But working people at the bottom like you and me can only find some comfort from these goddesses."
"Ah...it's so great."
But Rocket didn't mean anything serious at all, he was just making an extremely twisted joke, with an extremely evil look on his face.
"God damn goddess, God is so damn great, did you spit out your brains?"
Tank is actually a married person, but he has experienced all the bad things in cliché movies. Not only was he divorced and his children were awarded to the woman, but he also had to pay a large pension every month.
He may be the only SCT who comes out to work for SCT for his pension.
"So...my knees are smarter than yours, Mr. Tank."
"Fuck, that's true."
"If there were only futures in the world and no spot goods, then everything would be in chaos. People whose instinctive needs cannot be solved would break the law and commit crimes, force women to do so, etc. If you think a little deeper, their psychology would be completely distorted and they would
I don’t rule out the possibility of becoming a terrorist, blowing up the big mansions of rich men, bombers, pound for pound.”
"So they are guarding the law and are the patron saints of the symbolic world."
"Damn..."
"I did something I shouldn't have done. Logically speaking, as a member of SCT, I should destroy the Symbolic Realm."
"I have invested money in this industry, which is equivalent to making a contribution to the Countermeasures Bureau."
The Rockets suddenly understood. I have to say that the confrontation between SCT and the Countermeasures Bureau is really wonderful.
Tank was speechless and dumbfounded. This violent argument... was so damn convincing.
"So fucked..."
"Maybe you really are a financial genius."
"Futures and spot..."
"Awesome brother."
Tank got into the car and started the engine to warm up the car. Rocket also got in, scratching his foundation on the passenger seat.
Tank felt a little disgusted for a moment, maybe Rocket had contracted AIDS.
"People are fucking enough."
"Aren't we going to open a cold drink shop so that those bitches can change their minds and start a new life?"
"Has the store been closed?"
Rocket is very concerned about these things. Now as a second-line figure in the Liberty City branch except for the top cadres, the progress is smoother and the more money he gets.
"I have already given instructions to the people in the company."
"It should have been taken care of."
"But I still have to go and have a look."
"It's estimated that it will be open for business in a few days."
The tank stepped on the accelerator and drove into the city. He didn't know what McConaughey's condition was now. After all, all these actions were carried out with him as the core.
Only in this way can we achieve the goal of controlling the entire population of Liberty City and achieve the collapse of the symbolic world.
