In every corner of Chenxi City, whether it is the Crown District or the Aston District, whether it is the bustling streets or the alleys filled with gunshots, in all places where there can be public displays, this hidden hood appears.
silhouette of man in mask.
The camera instantly zoomed in on the strange mask of the figure on the screen, and a hoarse and deep voice came from behind the mask.
"Good evening, this is the first time we meet, you can call me, K."
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"Will your approach really be effective for the consortium?"
The sound of gentle footsteps came from behind He Ao.
"You know how people demolished walls before the Cataclysm, before machinery and excavators?"
He Ao smiled and said weakly, "They tied the tough ropes to the wall, gathered enough people, pulled them on one side, pushed them on the other, and worked hard together. As long as there are enough people, no matter how magnificent the wall is,
There will be times when you will be pushed down."
He paused, "Perhaps somewhere we can't see, in Dawn City... people across the entire Federation have accumulated enough anger, and this majestic anger needs an outlet."
"Even if you knock down this high wall, there are still more and taller walls standing in this world. Compared to those giants that cover the sky and the sun, the Avis Group is just a ruin (
pǐ)'s low mud wall, you still can't change the world."
The person behind him said softly.
"I am just an orphan seeking revenge for my parents. Destroying the Anvis Group is my end."
He Ao raised his head and stared at the figure on the screen who was describing the crimes of the Anvis Consortium, "I am not a hero in this world. This world has its own heroes, but,"
Having said this, he turned his head with difficulty, looked at the man in a white coat behind him, and smiled, "When the first crack in the window appears, is it still far from being completely destroyed?"
This sentence is a federal proverb, and its meaning is roughly equivalent to "the one who started it has no successor."
"I hope so," Roger walked to He Ao's side and looked at the huge TV screen in the distance. "That's the video we recorded yesterday? What are you going to do next?"
"Yes," He Ao nodded lightly, and then smiled weakly, "As for me, I may need to take a rest."
He looked at the underground doctor beside him, "I'm sorry to trouble you this time. Have you borrowed all the Avis Group stocks I asked you to borrow from the brokerage?"
"borrowed."
Roger nodded slightly.
"Then the proceeds from the short sale this time should be regarded as the outgoing expenses I give you,"
The method of borrowing stocks from securities firms, selling them on the stock market, and then repurchasing these stocks after the stock prices fall and returning them to the securities firms to obtain differential income is called short selling.
The boy once again looked at the huge TV screen in the distance, "If I die, there is no need to hold a funeral for me, and there is no need to tell anyone that I am dead. Just scatter my ashes in the corner of this city."
His body staggered and fell backward.
Roger's quick eyesight and quick hands helped him.
The young man's eyes slowly closed, and his breathing gradually became weaker.
【Returning to the original world...】
Roger picked up the boy and walked towards the depths of the alley, where a long, dark van stopped.
As Roger walked over, the back door of the van slowly opened, revealing a long silver box that almost filled most of the van.
Roger placed Joey's body on the box, quickly treated the wound, and applied his special medicine. Then he picked up Joey and pressed a button on the box.
White streams of light emerged on the box, outlining the appearance of a prosperous tree.
The moment the big tree was outlined, the lid of the box slowly opened, and a bit of icy cold air escaped from the box.
Roger put Joey's body into it. At this moment, the boy's breathing was intermittent and was about to disappear.
The metal box lit up with a white light and slowly closed.
"Please select sleep mode."
A gentle female voice came from the box.
At the same time, lines of illusory text projections floated in the air.
Roger's fingertips slid between the projected words, finally stopping on a title.
[Near-death mode (automatically unfreezing when dying or waking up)]
"Mode selected successfully, freezing (1%)"
"Battery power is low, please connect the power supply in time."
Roger gently raised his hand and slowly closed the back door of the car.
He walked to the driver's seat and started the vehicle.
The dark van drove into the night.
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Jess was walking alone on the busy street. She did not call the number on the business card the editor gave her.
When she learned that Chenxi Daily was unwilling to report this matter, she was already disappointed with the entire Chenxi City media and newspaper industry.
The reason why she went to the Morningside Daily to intern was because of the reputation of the Morningside Daily for hundreds of years.
So when she realized that Chenxi Daily would not report these news, her original cognitive world collapsed.
That is Chenxi Daily, which has persisted for centuries and is famous for not fearing power.
There was anger and indignation in her heart, but mostly powerlessness.
She couldn't admonish Joey, because if it were her, standing in Joey's position, she would make the same choice.
In fact, when she left Chenxi Daily, she called her father and told her about it.
However, her father just asked her to go home.
Because of this, she had a quarrel with her father.
For the first time, she saw another side of the world, an area that she had never been exposed to since she was a child, so depressing, dark, and bloody.
"Good evening, this is the first time we meet, you can call me, K."
A hoarse voice sounded above her head, and Jessie raised her head blankly, looking at the sky.
At this moment, in those bustling buildings, the monitors that were originally playing brilliant advertisements have all turned into a hooded man wearing a strange smiling mask.
Jess felt that the voice of the masked and hooded man was vaguely familiar, but the voice seemed to have been modified by software, making it impossible for her to tell who was behind the mask.
"Next, let's move into an 'urgent news' segment today."
"We live in a city where there are bustling shopping malls, gorgeous streets, and lights that never dim."
"He is so beautiful and prosperous."
"But I wonder if you occasionally have the feeling that something is a little abnormal about this city?"
"I wonder if you have any friends like this who died in an 'accident' in a factory but did not receive any compensation. Their relatives are struggling to survive after losing support?"
"I wonder if you have friends like this around you. They work hard on research and development and create a hot-selling product, but in the blink of an eye, the same product appears on the market and competes maliciously with him, eventually causing him to go bankrupt and live on the street?"
“I don’t know if you have friends like this around you. They are doing odd jobs in restaurants or on the streets. They can only earn one-half of the minimum wage or even less per hour, and they have to spend 10% of their own money every week.
Most of the income is used to pay rent?”
"I wonder if you have friends like this who are burdened with huge loans, work diligently, and work hard without complaint. But once they get older and can no longer face the high-intensity work, they will be fired and have to make a living on their own?"
"Have you ever had the thought that this city shouldn't be like this? The world shouldn't be like this?"
"Smart and talented people are living on the streets, hard-working people have nothing, and people who are hurting have no recourse."
"Coincidentally, I have a few friends who have had some small experiences they have recently experienced that I can share with you."
"Joey, seventeen years old, high school student, his parents died in a machinery accident at Avis Machinery Factory."
"Kayo, 21 years old, restaurant waiter, father died in a machinery accident at Anvis Machinery Factory."
"Slank, thirty-seven years old, a worker, lost two hands and a leg in a machinery accident at the Anvis Machinery Factory, and was sentenced to five years in prison for extortion."
"I believe that when everyone hears the deeds of these three people, their first reaction will be the same as mine. Why are there so many accidents in this Avis Machinery Factory?"
"What follows are some interesting findings, just citing data from the past ten years."
"In the past ten years, Avis Machinery Factory has had nineteen accidents, and twenty-three people have died in these accidents. Among these people, Avis Machinery Factory's compensation for a single person cannot exceed 100,000 federal dollars at most.
currency."
"In other words, we can temporarily understand that the cost of killing one person is 100,000."
"Next I will show you two little things,"
Two identical images of robotic arms appeared on the screen.
"This robotic arm is a robotic arm that often causes accidents at Avis Machinery Factory. Its designed service life is fifteen years, while this one is a robotic arm produced by a robotic arm manufacturer and its designed service life is ten years."
"Why do these two seemingly identical robotic arms have such a big lifespan gap? What are the differences between them?"
"The biggest difference between them is that... the '10' on the manual has been changed to '15'. With such a simple modification, after ten years of use, the Avis Group can earn an additional 1 million yuan in profit every year.
"
"Of course, such modifications will have some minor consequences - workers operating the robotic arm may die in an explosion of the robotic arm at any time."
"But Avis Group doesn't think this is a big deal. After all, if a person dies, the maximum compensation is 100,000, which is just the profit of this machine running overload for a month."
Jessie stared blankly at the figure on the screen, then lowered her head and glanced at the memory chip she had been holding in her hand.
The man wearing the mask was actually talking about the things in this chip, but in a more concise and general way.
At this time, the display screen in the square flickered, as if someone was fighting for control of the display.
The masked man who calls himself ‘K’ has already told the general story of the entire incident. At this moment, he is calmly looking at the camera.
"I would like to ask you, how much is your life worth?"
"If our lives are treated as an expendable cost, does that mean that at some point we don't know, the consortium can decide to let us die at will?"
"Would you be willing to die in such an 'arranged murder'? Would you be willing to let your family lose everything they rely on?"
"Those who arbitrarily deprive others of their lives in order to gain profits for themselves, shouldn't they bear the price? Are you willing to let them decide our life and death as they decide the lives of slaves?"
The screen lens pulled back, and K raised his hand.
"O enslaved people, rise up and change the world."
"If they want to decide our life or death, we let them understand what life and death are."
The screen flickered momentarily, K's figure disappeared, and the content on the screen changed to the original advertisement again.
