Cyberpunk: 2075

Chapter 501 114. A gathering place for Haitians

"Roland's Butcher's Shop."

Jack looked at the name of the butcher shop in front of him, remembered it in his mind, moved the iron door, and walked into the shop.

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As soon as he entered the store, a smell of plastic mixed with fishy smell entered Jack's nose, but the smell did not make Jack's expression change in any way.

This kind of smell is quite normal in synthetic butcher shops. For Jack, a meat lover, this smell is much better than the sour smell in some shops.

Jack looked around, his eyes wandering among the dazzling shelves of synthetic meat.

The meat was neatly packed in plastic bags, showing a red color, and in the middle of the red color, a black man wearing a greasy white peaked hat and a shiny undershirt stood at the counter.

'Is he Placid? ’

Looking at the black man who was also looking towards him, Jack walked up to him and said, "I'm looking for Placid."

"Placide?"

When the black man heard Jack say this name, his face was calm. He raised his finger and pointed to the camera next to him: "Look over there."

Jack looked in the direction of his finger, and the camera turned around at the same time and started scanning him.

Verification scan?

Jack thought to himself, feeling a little surprised by the Voodoo Gang's vigilance.

The people in the church must have informed the people at the butcher shop. Even with such a short distance, they still need to verify it again?

‘It seems it’s not that easy for us to find out their secrets. ’

Jack said in the team channel: "These Haitians are quite careful."

"The more vigilant they are, the more serious it is to them that the secret is exposed. In other words, they are really attacked by reality."

Karl could see clearly: "Maybe a Sixth Street Gang team will be enough to clean them all up."

"That's not the case. The Sixth Street Gang also has guys who are just messing around and have no skills, like me in the past."

Oliver said: "It must be a well-equipped team that is responsible for assault and has a full set of military technology and equipment."

"I feel like your skills in the Sixth Street Gang were pretty good in the past."

"There are many capable people."

During the personal verification time, everyone in the team chatted for a while, and after the entire blue-ray camera scan, the black clerk nodded.

"That's right, it's you. Go in. Placid is already waiting for you at the back."

Sure enough, this person is not Placid.

After changing the meeting place twice, and verifying it once, we had the opportunity to meet just now.

Jack continued to lead the way to the right side of the butcher shop. After pushing the inward door and walking into the somewhat dim corridor, Jack suddenly became energetic.

He caught a scent.

That smell is very familiar.

It was the smell of blood.

This is not the kind of blood that is exuded by synthetic meat and smells like plastic, but the smell of blood that has just flowed out and is filling the air.

Jack walked into the storage room at the back, and at this time he understood the source of the smell of blood he smelled.

A strong black man was handling a chicken on the slaughtering table. The smell of blood that Jack smelled was the blood flowing from that chicken.

"Placide?"

Jack spoke, and the black man turned his head, holding a knife in his hand.

The black man holding the knife looked Jack up and down before he said, "Mann?"

"It's me."

Jack's response made the black man nod: "It seems he is right."

After saying this, he introduced himself: "I am Placid."

"So you're just another connector?"

Jack said: "The people in the church asked me to come to you. To be honest, it's too troublesome to accept your job. I'm going around and around. When can I officially give you a job? Please give me an accurate answer, otherwise it will go around like this. , it’s already dark.”

Placid didn't respond at all to Jack's teasing. He just glanced at the other people who came in with Jack with a rather calm gaze, and then, as if confirming their identities, they went one by one. Looking over, his eyes finally returned to Jack.

"Follow me."

With that said, he left the chicken on the slaughtering table and dialed the communication next to the slaughtering table: "Someone will come to the kitchen to continue processing the meat, and then put it in the freezer. It will be used in a few days."

After saying this, he wiped his hands on the cloth next to the slaughtering table and walked towards the rolling shutter door next to it.

‘It’s strange that you are so cold, is this because you don’t want to make friends? ’

Oliver complained about this guy's performance: "What an air."

"I think there's no need to talk to people who are going to die sooner or later."

V watched Placid open the rolling shutter door and walk outside, and asked on the channel: "How do you say it?"

"Follow me."

Jack said and followed, and after following Placid around Taiping Prefecture, they walked into a gathering place.

‘More people are carrying guns. ’

Karl's eyes swept around: "And the proportion of black people has also increased significantly. Is this the core area where Haitians gather?"

"It may also be an organization formed by the people of the block to protect their safety. You know, just like the Six Street Gang."

Oliver also looked around: "But I saw similar tattoos on their exposed arms or shoulders. Those tattoos look weird. Is there any particularity?"

"The pattern of voodoo is not very clear, but one thing is certain, that is, we have reached the core of the voodoo gang. Let's get ready to see the world."

Carl said so, but he had already remembered every gunman in his heart.

If they are members of the voodoo gang, then they have to clean up after encountering something.

The team followed Placid all the way up and finally stopped at a balcony.

This gathering place for Haitians was built based on the Batti Hotel, and they are now on the third floor of the hotel.

Placid stopped next to the floor-to-ceiling window on the third floor. Looking around from this height, half of Taiping State can be seen, and even looking into the distance, the shadow of Dog Town can be seen.

"Have you been to Dogtown?"

Standing next to the French window, Placide looked at Dogtown in the distance and suddenly asked Jack this question.

As a member of the Voodoo Gang, which is rich in hackers, Placide must have checked the actions of the Mann team before, but now he still asked them if they had been to Dogtown

Is this job related to Dogtown?

Jack looked in the direction of Dogtown and answered:

"I've been there for a while, what's wrong?"

"We need you to go there to deal with someone."

Placid looked back at Jack: "His name is Slide."