Interdimensional science and technology starting from cyberpunk

In the evening, Lille came to Arroyo Industrial Park as scheduled. On the one hand, he wanted to collect money, and on the other hand, he was very interested in this group of mercenaries.

[Transfer: +40,000 euros]

[Balance: 50,000 euros]

[Sergeant: Still very professional, just wait for me. 】

The sergeant was sitting on a folding chair, with his legs on the bullet box and his hands clasped in front of his chest. He was still wearing the same black combat uniform he had during the day, and the blood hadn't even had time to be washed off.

It was obvious that he was quite angry.

After paying the money, he spat, the saliva mixed with the blood on the ground, and continued to look at the person in front of him.

"Don't you fucking know the person who notified me immediately? Are you still buying things with him?"

There were five people kneeling in front of him, tightly tied together. One of them was in a suit and tie, and he might have been a very high-status person.

But now he is gray and gray, half of his face is swollen and bleeding.

Beside him were what looked like hotel receptionists, technicians and cleaners.

These ordinary people were shivering, and the man in the suit was not much better. He looked like he wanted to bite his tongue, but was worried about not having the guts to bite his tongue.

"I'm asking you a question!" The sergeant immediately loaded his gun and pointed it at the man in the suit.

"At first they said they were just here to sell things, cheaper than the market price. I was very alert, but they... they came with guns!

Damn it, what the hell can I do! They came with guns! They came with guns! "

"Yes, yes, you came with a gun! I also have a gun! I not only have a gun, but now I'm going to kill this idiot like you."

As he spoke, the sergeant directly stuffed the barrel of the gun into the mouth of the man in the suit. Tears suddenly burst out of the man in the suit. He shook his head slightly at the sergeant in horror. His teeth trembled and he kept rubbing and colliding with the gun, making harsh noises. ring.

Then everyone smelled the smell of urine

After a stalemate for a while, the sergeant pulled out the barrel of the gun, and the man in the suit began to vomit on the ground.

He retracted his legs in disgust, and then motioned for his men to take action——

A member of the Sixth Street Gang gave him a shot with a pneumatic syringe. The vomiting stopped instantly, but he seemed to be in even worse condition.

"What do you think we should do if something like this happens?"

The man in the suit nodded repeatedly: "I know, I know, I will give you another 20% of the hotel's revenue, and I will take 30%. I will take 20% - 10%!"

"Okay, get lost."

The electronic lock opened automatically. The man in the suit stood up unsteadily, then fell down. He completely ignored what the less able-bodied employees behind him would do, and limped toward the door.

The employee fell to the ground, looking at the heavily armed Sixth Street Gang around him, feeling the smell of blood in the room, and his legs were weak with fear!

Slowly, the first employee stood up and stumbled away.

After running the first one, the psychological pressure was even greater after that, and I was even more panicked on the ground. It took a lot of effort to even stand up!

This place seemed to have turned into a silent hell, but the psychological pressure almost made their hearts burst.

But no one cares about that anymore.

The sergeant stood up and walked to the adjoining room where the conversation was -

"You are truly my savior, Burger King."

V and Jack raised their eyebrows, as if to say: Is he the only one?

Then the sergeant paused: ".Buying stupid big shots, you are all my saviors."

The atmosphere relaxed.

Lear said: "Innkeeper?"

"Yes." The sergeant nodded, sat down in front of Leal, and said with a sigh of relief, "Fuck you stupid company dog.

This idiot used to work in Ye's company. With some money, he made connections and opened a hotel in Santo Domingo.

What is the main purpose of providing warm and quiet high-end hotel services to professionals?

The mercenary checked into the hotel a long time ago and even gave him a promotion! This idiot didn't notify me!

He didn't even think about it, he could open this high-end hotel because I was maintaining law and order for him——

I used to only charge him 50% of the protection fee! Is this too much? Is this too much? ! "

V was amused: "What do you think? The cost of opening a hotel has increased by 50%, and now he only has 10% left."

"If I don't protect him, he'll have nothing to do." The sergeant looked at Jack again, "Didn't you work with Valentino before? Valentino's commission is much higher than mine."

"That's all bullshit, Valentino."

Before Jack could start outputting, the sergeant nodded wildly: "Ah, yes, yes, Valentino doesn't smoke, he just needs to be able to speak Spanish, be of Mexican origin, be good to his own people, and treat him to a meal at a discount from time to time.

If you want to do business, you have to reincarnate yourself - or you have to encounter Valentino who comes to your door every day asking for money to buy blood. Don't you think they want less than me?

Racist bastard”

"Ahem." Seeing that Jack was about to blow his nose and glare, Lear coughed twice and interrupted the sergeant, "That's almost it. You don't think it's much better for you to spend money to buy an old American citizenship, do you?"

"What's wrong with the American spirit? It's open and diverse. As long as you have money to pay taxes, any ethnic group can do business here. Uh, I'm going too far. You're right."

Now Jack is not the only one with bad eyes, Lille has also started to have bad eyes: if you want to get down to business, do it quickly, don't let this bragging go all day long.

The sergeant quickly brought the topic back: "I asked some contacts, and they said these mercenaries may be from outside, and the equipment is also from outside.

If they do this, the business in Santo Domingo will not be able to continue, so I want to send you a commission. This time the money will be a lot, you can make an offer. "

"I'll do it? I spent 300,000 to help you get the artillery last time, and this time the other side is also under the banner of the Sixth Street Gang, so 300,000 is not too much to start with, right?"

The sergeant thought for a moment: Although he was cheated by Lear last time, it was not unacceptable.

That's a fair number for the job.

"That's it."

"And the number of mercenaries on the opposite side is incomplete. They are fully equipped and have ram-type sniper rifles in their hands. They are extremely dangerous. An extra 200,000 is not too much, right?"

The sergeant suddenly realized, and his expression changed drastically.

Leal continued.

"Holding an anti-armor sniper rifle and still in the dark. You don't have any useful information at all. You have to start from scratch. Isn't it too much to add another 300,000?"

"You might as well go and rob!" After the sergeant finished venting, he put on a "good job" face, "Brother, we are really out of money.

I won’t give it to you. You have more brains than me. You know I didn’t lie to you. The most I can give you is 500,000, which is already my entire family fortune.

Or do you accept credit? "

As he spoke, the sergeant turned his pocket outwards.

What the sergeant said was actually quite sincere.

It would be extremely terrifying for a gang to be beaten back to its base camp. If the entire gang goes public, all losses will be reflected in the stock market.

This level of loss is equivalent to automobile companies announcing a shutdown of production, electronic product companies announcing product recalls, and the audit industry falling into a deep debt crisis.

What's more, after Lille beat him violently, he also experienced civil strife. His strength was already weak, and he hadn't had time to hire anyone.

Finally, Adecado took over the territory, hired many workers, and even opened a workshop——

His sergeant didn't dare go there to collect money.

The Six Street Gang's business is indeed over.

That is to say, this incident threatens the entire gang. If he can use public funds and let him get the money himself, it is impossible to come up with so much money.

"Even if you don't think about me, you have to think about the people of Santo Domingo, right?" The sergeant spread his hands, "I know you may have problems with scum like us, but without the Sixth Street Gang, how can we let the locals Do people expect NCPD?”

"Don't you think you are better than NCPD?"

"I don't refute that."

Quite honest.

The Sixth Street Gang made its fortune because local veterans saw the poor security in Santo Domingo and spontaneously organized community "public welfare" security.

They punish disobedient violent elements, and they need money to do so, right? When neighbors see them doing this work, they are happy to give them money, which is better than joining the NCPD in vain.

But as time goes by, violent elements with brains choose to join gangs, and the security fee becomes a protection fee of a sinister nature.

The local residents didn't have any more money, so they started to attack the enterprises and slowly developed upwards, becoming what it is today.

They will be corrupt, do shady things, and be more partial to their own gang members.

But if you make an analogy, you will find that NCPD is also like this.

Maybe due to some reasons, there are still some good police officers in the NCPD, but they are only very good, and the number is even rarer. They are indeed not much better than the Sixth Street Gang.

People and things in this world always seem to be so unreasonable: a small grass grows on the barren and harsh soil. People hope that it can protect other plants around it and improve the environment so that useful crops can be planted in the future. Produce beautiful flowers.

As a result, as it grows, it turns into weeds and weeds. They have the final say on what can and cannot be planted on this piece of land.

Lille leaned forward slightly: "In that case, I have another question. Did you say that the hotel owner bought things with them?"

"Yes, I bought these."

The sergeant passed a list of items to Leal.

Most of the items on the list are daily necessities that may be used when opening a hotel, but the brands are still rare in Night City.

They are all European companies and import goods.

"In addition to these, there are also prosthetic clinics and arms. Well, everything you can think of is available. They say they have better suppliers who can sell these little brats at low prices."

In terms of medical products, because they were robbed by Burger King and caused such a big incident later, people in biotechnology did not dare to continue to cooperate with the Six Street Gang——

Or the sergeant may give up more benefits, but if he gives up the benefits, it will be difficult for the gang to recover quickly, and the shipment volume will be small, making it difficult to meet the needs of Santo Domingo, and the rebels will naturally take advantage of it.

Other supply channels are basically in the same state, and they are all problems caused by the attack on gang credibility.

The sergeant scratched his head and couldn't figure out who was shipping goods at a low price, and also through those brainless rebels. He just felt that this matter was not simple.

V grasped the key point: "So in addition to collecting protection fees, you also restrict others from buying things casually. If your business can't continue, how can you pay protection fees?"

"I...I am also doing this to protect local enterprises. Do you understand the trade protection law?"

In fact, it is to protect themselves, because if these industries can buy things from others that the sergeant cannot buy, even if they can fight, it will be difficult to support them.

From a social perspective, if you follow someone who can fight, you may survive in the short term, but in the long run you will lose your development prospects.

And if you follow someone who has the goods and can still fight, you will be more likely to survive and continue to develop in the long term.

So this is indeed not a simple gang civil strife. There is a high probability that an outside company wants to support a shipping channel.

Only if they can make money from the target market can they overcome the high cost of operating a transoceanic enterprise and set up local branches.

This is a European company doing product marketing.

"500,000 is not impossible, but I have a few conditions."

"What conditions?"

"First of all, I need you to cooperate with me in killing the mercenaries. Secondly, with your trade protection laws, protect me and I will deliver the goods to you."