The Vortex gang robs and steals, but in a society where the network is fragmented and high-tech surveillance is frequent, how do they determine their targets?

Everyone knows that the company is slamming the door, so are all the little sheep who are oppressed by the company?

Of course it can't be, the little sheep has long been roasted whole sheep.

The homeless man at the gate of the factory replaces his blind eyeballs, and he can record the factory commuting time and the people who change shifts for the Vortex Gang.

The unlucky ones in the factories who can't pay the loans will find ways to make money, the employees who have been fired without cause will find a way to find their own compensation, and the uncompensated workers will in turn give these factories a taste of the real iron fist of Night City.

There are countless clues to the injuries of the Vortex Gang, and as long as they want to move throughout the year, they have no time to rest.

Rather, sometimes these locals want the Vortex Gang to rob the company.

"You said you weren't kidnapped?"

"It's not." A man with dirty hair shook his head, "I saw the team leader running away yesterday with a large package of medicine, which is quite expensive, and I saw where he put his things." ”

"You just sold your squad leader to the Vortex Gang?"

The man spat and spat, "Fuck, I wish he was dead." ”

The foul language shook Jefferson's brain.

He could see in this man's eyes the fear and fear of being in the territory of the Vortex Gang, and he could also see his malice towards the team leader.

"Why? Do you have a grudge? ”

"That old bastard, two months ago, we asked him to help him deliver a letter to the Vortex Gang, and finally something happened to deduct our safety production bonus, and he even embezzled the share here!

If you deduct 800 euros, you will divide us 900 euros! What else did he say. He's sorry?! ”

The man was indignant, and it wasn't over yet, and he continued to say how the team leader gave them production indicators and how he put gold on his face.

"What young man has to endure more hardships, and at his age he can easily eat a fucking force, why don't he sell his ass to that production manager!

Damn, just because I listened to the pie he painted, I couldn't even pay off the loan, and my wife urged me to make money to buy Gaozhi milk powder every day--

Alas, brother, I still know about the other things in the factory, and I hope you can give me some leftovers when the time comes.

The child in the family needs to drink milk, and the doctor also said that he has some congenital heart disease, and he can only take out a loan to treat it.

But it doesn't matter, when he is six years old, he will be able to come out to work, I will find someone to calculate the loan repayment period, and when the time comes, we will definitely be able to renew it."

So this is a worker, a father, a husband, and at the same time a criminal, but also a criminal who intends to betray.

Jefferson was speechless, and this was not an isolated case.

Are these people miserable?

It's miserable.

But after seeing these people, his brain hurt so badly that he even thought: This is largely self-inflicted!

The so-called "company" that has done a lot of evil, if the scope is limited, is not necessarily a complete perpetrator.

In addition to the giant companies, there are also many small businesses struggling to survive.

The safety of the company is not guaranteed, the cost increases, and the profit of the factory is further reduced, further squeezing their "legitimate" living space.

It's another vicious circle.

Watson North is in a state of underemployment all year round because of the reluctance of enterprises to move in, and many people can only wander.

After broadening his thinking, Jefferson's clever mind suddenly thought of a large number of complex chains of social reactions

He was even a little confused: was it true that he hadn't opened his eyes to see the city?

This is also a small doubt that Lille has about the mayor.

According to Jefferson's bio, he was also a Night City native, and was even born in Heywood, where his parents ran a restaurant.

He was born in 2031, when the skies of Night City were still pale red, shrouded in clouds of nuclear bomb radiation.

No matter how much he doesn't hear what is going on outside the window, he shouldn't have any thoughts about it.

Jefferson sometimes feels more like Lille sees the mayor's position as a problem-solving switch.

It seems that if you sit on it, all problems can be solved under his control.

But how to sit on it, these details and means are very vague, which is embodied in this commission.

He thought very clearly about the operation at the political level, but in terms of details. It's like a different person.

Of course, Lille was probably able to guess what the reason was, he was just sure.

Something can be seen in Jefferson's political thought.

Jefferson covered his forehead with his hands, beads of sweat on both sides, as if he were carrying out a sinister hack.

Suddenly, he jerked a step back! The people here were stunned.

"I need to take a break."

He staggered out of the room, took a pneumatic syringe from his coat pocket, and pressed it down to his neck.

Laugh at.

The potion was in his body, and Jefferson sat down on the table, looking like the pain had eased a lot.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and cheeks: "I'm sorry, it may be that I've been under a lot of pressure at work lately, but the Vortex Gang exists."

"I can see it." Lille closed the door and continued, "With our previous contract, I can provide you with a lot of clues to clean up these criminals.

According to my preliminary estimates, the crime rate could drop by about 10 points, or even slightly less than Night City's combined crime rate.

But compared to your rich areas, I guess it's not too low. ”

In other words, the elimination of the Vortex Gang, and then the elimination of these residents related to the Vortex Gang, will have an impact on the crime rate of almost 20 points.

And what about the rest of the crimes?

The answer was imminent, and it completely shattered Jefferson's remaining fluke.

Lille took two steps forward and walked to the second room.

"Here are some residents who want to buy functional prosthetics from the Vortex Gang, which is not so legal and, some want to pretend to be combat prosthetics."

"But it's certainly not legal." Lille shrugged, "Other than that, it's all small fish and shrimp, what street fights, hit-and-runs, road rage shootings.

There are also petty offenses in which the company representative is insulted and the pizza is not consumed in the right way.

These charges should be more familiar than I am.

But I can't control those people, now back to our contract --

Just deal with these people, I can help you continue to reduce the crime rate by more than ten points, and even follow your previous train of thought, and simply take out the first bird.

What do you want me to do? It just so happened that the NCPD Director was out there – I guessed that right? ”

The NCPD chief was outside, in the car River had signaled.

If Jefferson decides to continue using such methods to gain a campaign advantage, they can now proceed to send the criminals in hand.

"I" Jefferson just started the stimulant and couldn't contain the pain, but he knew it was a very important question and had to think about it.

Crime endangers society, but if the offender is also a part of society

What exactly is he trying to maintain? Person? Or is it social?

The so-called "ordinary people" in Night City are not white lotus flowers at all, nor are they a group of birds waiting to be fed and waiting for redemption.

They have their own lives, their own little brains, timid but also fierce, afraid of gangs but also complicit with them, nodding to the company, but also stabbing them in the back.

Confused values and vague views of good and evil, this is the true face of Night City.

Jefferson's brain tingles: He knew this, and he thought he knew.

But perhaps it was the successful experience of these years that really made him arrogant.

He wants to invest in education and teach people what is good and what is bad.

Want to create a strong social institution that arranges jobs for everyone and keeps everything in order.

It is as if the so-called "people at the bottom" have always been miserable victims, and the main actor of the tragedy has been waiting all along. A savior.

But these are not facts.

Bang!

Jefferson fell to his knees as his feet went limp, and Lille quickly took another dose of stimulant from his suit and immediately inserted it into him--

Laugh at--

"Haven't settled the bill yet, Mr. Perarez, or are you going to go back and get some rest?"

The stimulant entered his body again, and Jefferson's pain did not decrease, but he gave birth to the strength to stand up—

"No, we'll settle the bill!"

"Good." Lille nodded, "Then tell me about your choice." ”

“.” Jefferson looked up, "I'd like to hear your thoughts. ”

"My thoughts?" Lille smiled, "These people are short-sighted and can only see the most superficial world; greed, forgetting to think when you see a little good, a little hope of getting rich; Timid, afraid of those who are stronger than them.

When you defeat those they fear, refresh the worldview they see, and point a path to a bright future.

You will find that they have suddenly become so docile and lovely, both farsighted and temperate, and very brave. ”

Jefferson lowered his head, chewed on these words, and suddenly looked up and said, "You can't just be a mercenary. ”

"I'm just a mercenary, nothing is impossible."

(End of chapter)

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