The gray and silent factory area revealed a deathly silence, the moonlight was lonely, and the streets were deserted. No one living nearby dared to go out at this time, for fear of meeting a murderer on the road and ending his life.
Going back an hour, the scavengers were still singing and dancing here, but now these people have all fallen to the ground, making no sound.
After the person who caused all this left, the current factory area has lost its former bustle, and the dead bodies all over the ground are even more shocking to see.
Soon after a person dies, due to muscle relaxation, the filth in the body will be discharged, so the air is filled with a smell of blood and putridity.
Perhaps during the day, the "scavengers" in the city would take a certain risk to come here, pick up the rags and exchange them for money, but now less than two hours have passed, and no "scavengers" dare to come here yet.
to a place like this.
But there will always be people who come, not the "scavengers" at the bottom of Night City, but the "managers" from above.
A silver-gray Chevrolet Thracian 388 Jefferson slowly drove to the gate of the factory, and the heavy-weight steel vehicle stopped calmly.
The car door opened, and a man in a suit and leather shoes stepped out of the car.
He looked around, and when he saw the dead bodies in the empty factory area, his expression suddenly became very exciting, and then gradually became gloomy.
"Did these guys cause any trouble..." The man frowned tightly.
He walked slowly into the factory, silently took out the gun from his waist, and vigilantly observed the environment in the factory. At the same time, the scanner of the prosthetic eye continuously observed the dead bodies lying on the ground.
"Gunshot wounds from large-caliber firearms... and wounds from precise headshots from small-caliber pistols... Wait, why are there so many headless corpses."
The more the man looked, the more frightened he became, and the more he looked, the more frightened he became.
The corpses lying on the ground gathered together to form a fountain of blood that solidified over time, creating a striking scarlet pattern. None of the scavengers in the entire factory area could escape from here.
Even those scavengers who tried to escape and walked not far from the exit died on the way, and the smooth fractures in their necks seemed to have been severed by some kind of sharp weapon.
The man even magnified the viewing distance. Under careful observation, there were almost no rough marks on the edges of the broken neck of the corpse...
Just how sharp and fast is the weapon to cause such a result?
"Arasaka Company's ninja troop...did these guys provoke Arasaka Company?" the man guessed in a low voice.
The current situation was no longer something that a little guy like him could handle. The man quickly dialed the phone, his eyes lighting up with orange light.
"Hey, what's the matter? Did anything unexpected happen during the transaction?" A dignified and cold male voice came from the other end of the communicator.
There was a slight sweat on the man's forehead, and he said respectfully and humbly:
"Mr. Goodwin, I have arrived at the trading place on time, but I'm sorry, something unexpected did happen here... This group of scavengers were all killed."
"Huh?" The man on the other end of the call sounded slightly surprised and said uncertainly:
"How could it be? I even talked to them on the phone this morning."
"Wait a moment, Mr. Goodwin, let me take some photos for you." The man said respectfully, and the prosthetic eye quickly took a few photos of the scene like a camera.
Not only that, the man also thoughtfully mosaicd these photos.
The person on the other end of the phone fell silent for a moment, seemingly shocked by these mosaic photos.
After pondering for a while, another voice came from the other end of the phone:
"It's really a scene like purgatory... I'll send you the structural diagram of their stronghold. You can go look in the basement of Factory Building 3 to see if the goods we need are still there."
"OK."
Following Goodwin's instructions, the man walked to the basement door of Factory Building No. 3 with ease.
However, when he saw the sharp cut at the door, he couldn't help but feel chilled in his heart.
Such a strong door, what kind of hand strength and sharp weapons are needed to cut open this iron door?
After hesitating for a while, the man walked into the basement.
This was the first time he came to the den of this group of scavengers. He usually came to the door, and the scavengers would naturally greet him as a customer with respect.
The goods that have been prepared will naturally be delivered to him personally. His only task is to hand over the money to these greedy hyenas.
Now that he walked into such a disgusting den and witnessed the evil deeds of the scavengers at close range, the man's face became a little ugly, and he had a deeper understanding of the cruelty of these scavengers.
Because he was not familiar with the environment here, the man walked for a while, and finally found the place where the "cargo" was placed according to the structural diagram given by Goodwin.
Opening the door and walking in, a stream of low-temperature, dry gas surged in. The man scanned the layout of the storage room, and the scanner also analyzed the bodies that died here.
"Did you die because you couldn't bear the injuries?"
The man whispered uncertainly.
Except for the surgical wounds and other injuries left by the scavengers, he saw no other wounds on these dead bodies.
He continued to dial the phone and responded:
"Mr. Goodwin, the cargo is not here."
"Well, I understand." Goodwin did not react. He seemed to have expected this outcome. He continued to give instructions:
"Look there to see if there are any other clues to find out why these scavengers were wiped out."
There was a slight cold sweat on the man's cheek. He was not a professional investigator. How could he investigate in a situation like this when everyone was dead?
He is very familiar with this group of scavengers who are entrenched in the abandoned factory area. They number nearly a hundred people. They have made a lot of profits from doing business with several companies, and their equipment is better than that of other small groups.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Someone who has the strength to do such a thing will definitely not forget to deal with the traces of the scene. He is an errand boy. Let him find the clues, and you will think highly of him.
"Mr. Goodwin, will the lack of this product affect the research process of the product?" The man continued to walk deeper into the basement.
"It will have a certain impact, but it will not affect the release date of the product. However, it would be best if the goods can be shipped back smoothly." Goodwin said lightly:
"Speaking of it, there have been a lot of surprises during this period. First, the small gang that helped fight against the gangsters was wiped out for no reason, and now the sellers that I contacted have also been wiped out... If we could catch that marginal gang last week,
Just having a small team of people will definitely speed up product research a lot.”
As the man walked, he replied flatteringly:
"Mr. Goodwin, there is no need to worry about such a trivial matter. Product development takes a lot of time. What's more, our latest violent software will definitely crush all similar products on the market. It may even be able to compete with Sri Lanka."
Anweinstein is willing to work hard. For this prosthetic body, no matter how much time it takes, it is worth it."
"You are right, important things cannot be rushed. The loss of one or two experimental products will not affect the progress of research and development." Goodwin fully agreed with the man's view.
The man couldn't help but smile a little.
As expected, as long as the future prospects of this product are discussed, the director of the R&D department will definitely feel better.
And if the boss's mood improves, then the accident at work will probably not be taken to heart.
"This time the goods were lost, did Mr. Goodwin find a replacement?" the man continued to ask.
"This is just a small problem. In a place like Night City, the most indispensable thing is goods. I have already found other candidates, but the most important thing at the moment..."
"Fuck." The man's sudden exclamation interrupted Goodwin's speech.
"What's the matter?" Goodwin asked with a frown.
The man swallowed his saliva and stared blankly at the body chopped into two pieces on the ground. The two empty arms on the upper body were thrown to someone unknown, and the huge head was almost stuck on the wall.
"Brutus is dead..."
"Oh, all his gangs are dead, how can he still live alone?" Goodwin sneered.
It's just that you didn't see the scene... The man thought to himself, and finally looked away, unable to bear to look at this bloody scene again.
After searching this place for a while, the man finally found the central control room. He skillfully took out the personal data cable and connected it to all the surveillance cameras in the basement.
After a long time, he sighed silently: "Sure enough, all monitoring data has been destroyed."
When connecting to the intranet of the central control room, he specifically searched for the monitoring data of this place.
The result was without exception. All the monitoring data from this morning until now was destroyed, and the hackers who operated all of this were very skillful, leaving almost no traces that could be recovered.
But...it's none of his business.
"How's it going? Did you find anything?" Goodwin's voice sounded again.
The man showed a humble smile, thought about the words in his heart for a while, and then said:
"I'm sorry, Mr. Goodwin, almost all the surveillance data here has been destroyed. I didn't find any clues, but I found some suspicious traces of battle at the scene."
"What traces?" Goodwin asked with interest.
"The body of the dead scavenger is covered with cuts from sharp weapons, and there are also a lot of blackened ashes left after the explosion in the basement. This shows that Mr. Brutus must have used all his methods, but in the end there was still no way to skip this
There was a massacre... He was cut into several pieces."
"Are you saying that the murderer who caused all this is a very professional team that is good at swordsmanship?" A rare look of surprise appeared on Goodwin's face.
"Yes, with the extent of Brutus's prosthetic body transformation, ordinary gang members and marginalized people are no match for him. Moreover, he has also implanted Sianwistan, which will make him unable to escape even if he is forced to escape. I guess only
One possibility..."
"The murderer must be the ninja army of Arasaka Company!" the man said firmly.
Goodwin frowned, feeling inexplicably that this guess was not reliable, and he was not willing to believe this explanation.
But after thinking about it, there seems to be no other possibility.
He is good at using melee weapons and can annihilate an entire gang of scavengers without letting anyone escape... This kind of terrifying combat power is probably only possible with the help of a company.
Among the top fringe teams, there are many teams that can accomplish this, but there are very few fringe teams who are good at using swords.
Anyway, judging from his current knowledge and information about the Afterlife Bar, there are no such fringe people who like to use swords.
The most critical point is, how did the originally scheduled goods disappear?
Did Arasaka Company rescue her? Or did she run away alone?
"How could these guys offend Arasaka Company..." Goodwin whispered in confusion.
"Who knows... Judging from the character of these guys, they are the greediest wolves. Maybe they have conflicts with Arasaka Company because of something." The man continued to "add bricks and mortar" to his explanation.
Goodwin thought for a long time, and finally sighed silently: "It's a pity that we have lost a convenient supplier."
"Sir, do you have anything else to ask?" The man looked around again, but found nothing new.
"Since the goods are gone, there is no reason to stay there, and we didn't pay the deposit anyway." Goodwin thought for a long time, and finally made a decision: "Come back."
It's just a piece of cargo, so he doesn't have to worry about such a trivial matter. On the contrary, the news that these scavengers were wiped out is more worthy of his attention.
"good."
The man secretly breathed a sigh of relief and smiled slightly.
If you are as smart as me, you can finally get over this matter!