Maybe this metaphor is not appropriate, but the fact is that after the Valentino Gang became the power in Night City and introduced a large number of joint gang habits, it cured the hypocrisy of the unscrupulous people in Night City.
strength.
In the past, Night City once joked that it did not support idle people, saying that you can live without living, but you cannot live without it. But now Night City also does not support idle people. You can die of hunger, accidents, or homicide.
But no one can die in comfort.
Twenty-plus years of shelter life and tight material rations have made all survivors develop the habit of careful calculation, and after the Valentinos took over the City of Night, they made everyone understand
One truth is that power is better than democracy.
Gusvota considers himself not a tyrant, but under his governance, people in Night City are sent to the gallows every day, some for stealing, and others for refusing to work.
He didn't understand the latter very much. Even he himself had to work fourteen hours a day to feed every mouth in Night City, and then use the remaining supplies to continuously compete with external forces to obtain greater benefits. How could
Is there anyone who thinks they can get something for nothing?
Gusvota did not want to judge the equal distribution system implemented by those numbered shelters during the big storm, but this system did in fact feed a large group of 'idlers', so he had to use this bloody method to force these
Idle people step out of their comfort zones and face the wind and sand in the wasteland.
But the actual effect is not ideal. There are too many people with the identity authentication of the shelter. Although the Valentino Gang has obtained the access rights to all the shelters in Night City, these people can still use their identities as shelter residents to get out of the shelter.
Obtain enough survival supplies through the material acquisition port.
As long as these people are satisfied with this minimum living guarantee, it will be difficult for Valentinos to mobilize the enthusiasm of these people
During the great storm, almost all survivors learned how to reduce their material desires.
Therefore, Gusvotak currently has a large amount of human resources but cannot effectively utilize them. Instead, it has fostered resistance among residents of other shelters in Night City.
According to the investigation by Gusvota's stormtroopers, there are even several survivor groups in Night City that are secretly trying to contact players, intending to rent bodies in exchange for other benefits.
For an old Night City person like Guslota, it was simply humiliating.
The tradition of incompatibility between the people of Night City and the players has existed long before the start of the player war. They have always been proud of Tang Ji and firmly stand on the anti-player stance.
But there is obviously a conceptual gap between the New Hope generation who grew up in the shelter and the old Night City people. They do not want to continue to dedicate their lives to this war.
This is also a problem faced by almost all shelters since the New Hope Era.
The problem is more serious in numbered shelters with better conditions, because these shelters are equipped with holographic teaching equipment that allows the new generation of hope to witness the prosperity of the old era.
They have been immersed in the beauty of the world before the Apocalypse since they were young. After the opening up, the New Hope generation set foot on the surface again, but suddenly found that the war had completely destroyed everything they had longed for.
What made them even more desperate was that the devastating disaster did not end the war.
The survivor memorial square in the central district is the first Night City reconstruction project led by Guslota. He is calling on the survivors of Night City to come out of the shelter and transport away all the sedimented gravel in the central district.
, in order to expose the land below and cultivate larger-scale agricultural land.
However, this project progressed very slowly. Even if Gusvota hanged people in the square, the survivors had an attitude of fearing death even if the people were not afraid of death.
Obviously, at least at Gusvota's level, he has not yet realized the impact of the Gray Field Project on human civilization.
Judging from the data collected by Dr. Wu Qianying, as of the end of NC-25, comparing the year-on-year data with the data from the year before the Red Sun incident, the secretion of dopamine in the human body has decreased by at least 46%.
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In other words, without Gusvota's repressive policy, many of these survivors would have hung themselves on that rope.
The legacy of the human self-deterioration plan formulated by Mikkelsen back then is gradually eating away at this civilization.
Of course, this will not affect the revival of Night City for the time being. After all, from various perspectives, Ye City is one of the cities with the most profound foundations of human civilization after the Apocalypse.
The densely packed shelters within its city, the large number of survivors, and the extra care it received during major storms all became the nutrients that allowed the city to revive again.
In addition to the railway plan, the central area reconstruction plan is the largest revitalization plan in Night City.
After Gusvota confirmed that Tangji was still alive, the first project he chose here was to rebuild the Red Sun Memorial Square. Of course, its current name is Survivor Memorial Square to commemorate everyone who unfortunately died on the Apocalypse Day.
Dead soul.
Tang Ji was standing in front of the specious sculpture and silently placed a bouquet of plastic flowers on the ground. Before the Apocalypse, he also placed a bouquet of electronic flowers here.
It's just that at that time, the bouquet of flowers was submerged in the flowers put down by others, and no one noticed it. But now, this bouquet of plastic flowers has become the only bright color in the entire square.
Night City's shelter is indeed equipped with a large number of industrial-grade 3D printers that can print such bouquets, and there are even a large number of carefully cultivated flowers in Luther's personal shelter, but none of them will appear here.
Therefore, Tang Ji's figure was instantly spotted by several young people. They were all libertines from the New Hope generation. They wandered around on the surface with nothing to do every day. They would rather be hungry and wait to swipe the food dispensing machine.
Reluctant to move more and contribute to the revitalization of this city.
Even the street gangsters in Valentino could not stand their decadence, and conflicts would break out every time the two sides met.
Ironically, back then, the street fighters of the Valentino Gang relied on their willingness to risk everything to intimidate others, and now, those with this kind of momentum have become the New Hope Generation.
They are really capable of risking their lives and have no fear of death, so they can always gain the upper hand in such conflicts.
After all, those Valentino people with good roots are now shoe-wearers and have a bright future.
"Brother, where did you get these flowers?" A boy who looked younger than seventeen or eighteen years old stood in front of Tang Ji and glanced at the artificial flowers in front of the sculpture with fiery eyes: "If there is a way
, you might as well share it, and if you have money, we can all make money together, right?"
When the boy said this, the boys and girls around him who were about the same age as him had skillfully blocked all of Tang Ji's paths. These people even exposed the weapons on their waists intentionally or unintentionally.
Some people only had a pitiful dagger, and others had homemade pistols on their waists. Only the leader had an iron rod shotgun with a sawn-off muzzle, hanging on the inside of his coat.
But judging from the rust on the barrel, he might have dug it out of some ruins himself.
Tang Ji, who was not in a very beautiful mood, glanced at these young people and found that the oldest among them was no more than twenty years old. These people had only one thing in common, that is, there was no life in their eyes.
They came to trouble Tang Ji, not for the bouquet of flowers, nor for the potential connections behind the bouquet of flowers, but simply because of Tang Ji's burly figure, which seemed very difficult to mess with, and they wanted to find excitement.
The young man standing in front of Tang Ji showed no trace of nervousness. The only reaction he showed during the whole process was when Tang Ji subconsciously frowned.
At that moment, he felt the threat of death, and his eyes finally became clearer, as if life had finally found the meaning of existence.
Such a reaction even made Tang Ji stunned for a moment.
After the Apocalypse, he visited Night City once, but that time Tang Ji went directly to the Afterlife Bar to find Rogge, and then left the city without knowing much about the survivors here.
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After that, Tang Ji only came into contact with survivors from the Davis Mountain Shelter and Vault Zero, but obviously the survivors in those two shelters did not represent the average status of the survivors.
Now these young people are obviously the norm among the survivors, the New Hope generation.
"What are you going to do if I say no?" Tang Ji asked in a rare calm tone.
That calm tone could make Wolfgang cry and Mikkelsen straighten his back. They could all testify to Tanguy. This is definitely a rare treatment in the world.
"We", the boy who was ready to be beaten, was confused by Tang Ji's sudden question. He subconsciously looked back at the boss of the gang, but it was obvious that the young man who was only a few years older than him also had the same problem.
Overwhelmed by such reaction.
"Let me guess, you plan to attract my attention first, and then ask the girl behind me to give me a hard blow? Just use the short stick in her hand?" Tang Ji exposed this gang without looking back.
People's tricks: "What next? Scare me with that unloaded gun?"
Tang Ji's words exposed all the plans of these young people. With this trick, they have tricked many people near the square recently.
Of course, they were not the first gang to use this little trick. The bodies of the first gang are now hanging on the gallows near the square, but this kind of oppression has only intensified the sense of resistance among the young people of the New Hope generation.
These people are using this childish way to prove that they are not afraid of those Valentinos.
Tang Ji sighed, he couldn't be angry with these young people.
No matter what kind of dark psychology that rotten Mikkelson had, the Gray Fields Project was indeed approved by him. Tang Ji was an insider and had the opportunity to end it all, but he chose to let it go.
Similarly, Tang Ji was also an insider and even the executor of the Apocalypse Plan.
It was he who personally turned the so-called New Hope Generation into what it is now, so even if he is angry, the anger is for himself.
Tang Ji took off the backpack hidden under his cloak and threw it directly on the ground: "There is food, water, and bullets in it, take them all."
"Who wants your food and water?" The young man in front of Tang Ji seemed to be insulted. He kicked over his backpack, took out a dagger from his arms and put it on Tang Ji's neck, saying viciously: "We
We are not beggars! We are rebels!”
There was a hint of hysteria in the boy's tone, and it was certain that every word he spoke came from the bottom of his heart.
Tang Ji must admit that these young people who call themselves rebels are far more tenacious and courageous than the street fighters back then.
But they are also horribly confused and have no idea what they want. They are really just looking for trouble for the sake of making trouble.
In short, perhaps to prove his courage to his companions, or perhaps for some other reason, the boy in front of Tang Ji stabbed him without hesitation after finishing his words.
He doesn't care about his own life, nor does he care about others.
It's a pity that he met Tang Ji, and the dagger blade slipped on Tang Ji's skin.
The next second, Tang Ji took action and crushed the dagger in the boy's hand. Then he turned around and grabbed the short stick that the girl had hit. He pulled the short stick back with a little force, tied a knot and threw it on the ground.
Then before the third person was about to shoot, he blocked the muzzle of the gun with his fingers, causing the homemade pistol to explode. At the same time, it also caused the first injury of the day. The shooter blew off two of his own fingers.
The screams and gunshots of their companions finally made these young people realize what kind of enemy they were facing - superhuman beings.
These fearless young men finally backed down. They knew that the weapons in their hands alone could not harm the superhuman in front of them, so they chose to leave before they really annoyed the other party.
There was no begging or complaining, they left so calmly, the expressions on their faces seemed to say: If you want revenge, just come, we don't care.
Tang Ji just watched them leave, the gray-black flames of hatred unnoticed under the cover of his cloak.
He turned to look at Angelina's sculpture, and after a long time he asked in a low voice: "What have I done?"
"You did what you should do, and no one can do it better than you." At some point, another young man stood next to Tang Ji, also holding a plastic flower in his hand, and placed it gently on
in front of the sculpture.
The young man's face has a sunshine that does not belong to this era, as if he has never encountered any troubles, and his smile is so warm that it can melt the hardest ice.
"Don't think I'll let you go if you say something nice." Tang Ji said without looking back.
"I'm just like the players now. I only use my body. The pain is not on my body. Are you right, dad?"
