Recently, there have been some strange people and a strange activity in Night City. There is a group of weirdos who run errands all day long, not for money, but just to gain some experience. They ask everyone they meet and help if they need help.
If you see an injustice, shoot directly. If you fail in a duel, try again.
Fight, call for friends, and gather in Night City. Sometimes in small groups, sometimes in hundreds of thousands, driving sports cars, riding motorcycles, whizzing back and forth on the streets. After three or two such raids, the crime rate in Night City has plummeted.
, even this bad place like Taipingzhou has stopped.
The number of this group of people is growing. They will organize offline gatherings, then select trusted members, connect them directly with data lines, and finally say, "You are free."
Different from those strange wild religions or barbaric witchcraft traditions, their gatherings are not showy, but rather orderly and neat, and they call each other comrades and friends when they meet.
Of course these people are players.
I am their eldest sister.
Lu Zongping's bar has now become a novice village. Players must come to check in, pick up a few commissions, and gain some experience. In this period when gangs are extinct, it is increasingly difficult to be a vigilante, and it is difficult to do business.
Can you hang out with the big guys?
As expected, the early player groups are somewhat out of tune with the entire world background. They, or we, are carrying out practical activities in an organized and purposeful manner. We are transforming the city. Players help homeless people return to society.
, clean up underground industries, establish free community schools, etc.
Strictly speaking, the early player groups only did the work of resource integration, liberating a part of the labor force that was idle and trapped by real factors, and put them into social production. In Night City, the high unemployment rate is one thing.
The culture of laziness caused by background oppression is on the other hand, and together contributes to the complex street environment.
The plot forces citizens to join gangs, and it is also Night City itself that forces people to join gangs. They use prosthetics to transform themselves, alienating people's natural attributes into tool attributes. Such extreme examples have their ultimate form, that is, workers transform themselves into gangs.
Upload your own consciousness into the machine body, and then work for it as the company's property - and this in Night City
It is a fact that has already happened. Arasaka's soul immortality technology can download people's consciousness, which gives the rich a way to live forever. They are also the immortal people mentioned by the prophet Gary. So those who hope to obtain eternal life but cannot afford the cost
Consumers can buy themselves a robot body by selling hundreds of years of labor in the future.
This situation should be prevented.
Eliminating gangs through tasks can prevent young people from going astray, so how can companies eliminate them?
I really want to lead people to blow up Arasaka Tower again. And Kang Tao, military technology, look at you bringing those valuables to Yecheng Street, and specifying that there is no good fruit to eat. When I become the mayor, I will need shares.
I'll take it away for you and make it your business.
We are only one step away from taking office.
Since Okada Wakako surrendered with the Tiger Claw Gang, there is only the last gang left in Night City today, the Voodoo Gang. They are very troublesome, so troublesome that they can only pull out this cancer by bloodbathing Taipingzhou.
Taipingzhou was originally a development zone with high hopes, until natural disasters destroyed Haiti. Haitian refugees came to Night City and took root in Taipingzhou, which suddenly became an area with the highest crime rate. In the country of Haiti, we
I can only say that everyone who understands understands, and those who don’t understand can ask Tongliao Khan.
The Voodoo Gang has widespread local mass support, which is a cultural custom of the Haitians. Likewise, these gangs are rich in hacker masters. Cyber technology plus post-modern Voodoo punk, in the Night City of 2077, you can
You can't find a more original cyberpunk than the Voodoo Gang.
"Think of a way to fuck him." Johnny urged excitedly.
The Voodoo Gang, I should have been looking for bad luck with them early on, but I just ignored it because it was the main plot. My life was given by the main plot. The more I do, the closer I will be to death.
But now it is necessary. The first task of eliminating the Voodoo Gang is to get in touch with them.
I still remember Evelyn, the poor girl, the sex doll who commissioned me and Jack to steal the chip. She was forced by the Voodoo Gang to issue the commission to Dexter. The Voodoo Gang wanted the Relic chip, but the specific reason is unknown.
But this is the work of a bunch of bastards, no doubt about it. Evelyn's sex doll chip was remotely burned by their hackers, leaving her unconscious. These Haitian niggas just threw away people after they were used, and treated people like pigs.
, I heard that they call this type of employee a foot wiper.
Before taking office as mayor, use the bones and blood of these man-eating demons to cast the last stepping stone.
That's great too, isn't it?
…
The person in charge of the Voodoo Gang is named Bridget, but she has not shown up for a long time. Nowadays, all the affairs of Taiping Continent are in charge of a strong man named Placid, a black man with a bad temper and a beast-like appearance.
Among all the people I have seen, he is not the strongest one. When it comes to being strong, not to mention the muscular guys from the Animal Gang, the guy nicknamed Razor that I met in the final battle of the Black Boxing Tournament is really outrageous.
When standing, he feels like a main battle tank. Placid is another kind of strong, he is gloomy, manic, and has power, making people feel as dangerous as having a gun barrel pressed against his head.
If I was still just V, a street kid, it would have been me to humble myself and go to them, but now that I'm the confirmed mayor, it's up to them to come to me.
Of course I chose the location, Afterlife Nightclub, the heart of Night City. The conditions are incomparable to Sister Hua Zi’s Embers, but there are many years of culture here - what culture? Rebellion culture!
"Ms. V, people are already here."
"Let him wait."
There are a few old friends in the private room, Johnny's old best friend Roger, good brother Jack, Judy Alvarez, and several classmates who work in Wu Youxiang. They are all players. They are invited to be witnesses.
.
Placid is an impatient guy, but in the next life, he will not be able to make trouble. After waiting for him for half an hour, when he was invited over, his face was already pale with anger.
At first glance, he looks aggressive and mighty, but turns out to be just reckless.
"Placide, right? I've wanted to see you for a long time." I stopped the angry Judy. She just wanted to give her grandson a shot, but I wanted him to die more beautifully.
"I hope you come to me with sincerity..." He didn't finish his words.
"Of course I am sincere. My sincerity is to the people of Taipingzhou. Their poor lives are in urgent need of improvement. I have eliminated the scavengers and animal gangs. There is only one unstable factor left. Who do you think it is?"
Woolen cloth?"
"You want bloodshed? We are not afraid." Pracid forced me with a prayer of hatred.
I just smiled and said, "Do you want to be hit with a bloody head? Then go ahead. I heard that the people who monitor the Internet are looking for trouble for you. The only one who can save you now is me."
He stopped talking and was still angry. Burning flames danced in the corners of his eyes, as if he was about to kill someone at any time.
Rogge sneered, "The Voodoo Gang is really a bunch of trash, and you are just a trash leader. You don't look like a family member at all."
Placid's eyes glowed faintly blue, and then he reluctantly calmed down, "Tell me, what do you want?"
"It's not what I want, but what you want, the relic chip. You have been pursuing it, so why? I need a reason."
"No comment."
"Then you go back to your little church and tell those stupid gang members that an armed transport truck is coming soon. Let's see if your bones are stronger or the 140mm shells are stronger!"
Placid stood up indifferently and was about to leave angrily, when the waiter came again to announce: "The network monitor has arrived."
"Invite him." I looked at Placid, "Would you like to sit down again?"
The beast's eyes turned as pure blue as the sea, and he actually sat back down slowly.
