Interdimensional science and technology starting from cyberpunk

The Red Ocher Tribe is a tribe of wanderers belonging to the Adkardo State, currently wandering in the Badlands outside Night City.

Now that Red Ocher is found to be shopping with the Sixth Street Gang, of course he must be stopped from doing so. In fact, homeless people are a very important part of Night City's sinful trade.

As Lear said: From consumers to suppliers, all business routes must be interrupted by him.

Now that the goods have been grabbed, the dealer has also given her a message, and then it is the consumer's side——

You can buy it, but you have to buy it from yourself.

The five vehicles finally made up three Columbus freight cars with intact tires. Thanks to the precise targeting of the smart weapons, the extra wheels were not knocked off, so the cobbled together ones were still usable.

After a night's rest, the three of them drove a car toward the bad land beyond the highway.

Today is a sunny day, and the sun is so bright that it hurts my eyes. This reminds Lear of what happened when he drove back from Atlanta.

Lear sighed: "What a fuck, the sun of the Badlands."

V immediately answered: "Let me tell you, whoever drives in the bad land for a few days will go crazy - when will you pay me the driving fee you owe me?"

Lear ignored V and looked at the small canyon in the distance, where several small tents were set up and tied to the trailer to prevent them from being blown away by the sandstorm.

That’s the “home” of red ocher.

Seeing a strange car approaching, three boys walked out of the tent area, each holding a long gun, their faces wary and a little eager.

V said with great interest: "They seem to be very impatient and have a bad temper. They probably have a lot of dissatisfaction with the Sixth Street Gang, but they can only buy medicine from there.

Is it because they have no one? Let children stand guard? "

Only Jack noticed that just before the three stood up to greet them, they were still teasing the children of the tribe.

The Wanderer family looked really shabby, but this scene made Jack feel very warm.

Jack suddenly said: "Lille, if we make less money from this order, it will not be easy for them."

The car stopped at the entrance of the camp.

What Jack could notice, Leal could certainly notice too, and he knew better.

Qilusi's prosthetic eye scanned some interesting things - there was a tent full of scraps, and Lir saw a special storage container.

Although there is no printed text, it looks a bit like the stolen drug packaging.

In the game, the Red Ocher tribe seems to have accepted the invitation of Biotechnology to cooperate in some kind of experiment - it seems that it is an experimental drug.

"Let's talk about it after getting off the car - the situation may be more complicated than we think."

The three of them got out of the car, a few weak-looking women took the children back, and a group of people from the tribe gathered together.

They wanted to look intimidating, but unfortunately the scan result of Qilusi's prosthetic eye was: suspected of being infected.

And they were all looking for a shaded place to get together.

"Stop! I guess you are not Chalabi, and you are not from the Sixth Street Gang. What do you want to do?"

The young man at the head was holding a Rostovitch needle missile.

He wanted to act vicious, but his trembling hands couldn't escape the observation of the three people - he was afraid.

Not only him, but also the boys behind him who came from behind, but the one at the head had a harder waist.

Unlike people in the city, people in their sixties can also get facial implants to keep themselves young forever.

The Rangers have no money and no skills. If they look like they are 18 years old, then there is a high probability that they really are 18 years old.

And this one is even younger - maybe only fifteen or sixteen years old.

V smiled disdainfully, walked forward slowly, and confidently read the lines that Lille had given her:

"Bang - Rostovich DB-4 needle missile, Serbian man-made industrial waste, a scary name, actually used to hunt wild ducks.

If you are lucky, nothing will happen if you fire a shot. If you are not lucky, the barrel will pop out. In rare cases, both barrels may collapse.

Only one of the Serbian-made guns worked. "

V clenched his fist and pointed behind him with his thumb - Jack turned sideways, revealing the Sadara on his body.

After saying that, she stood directly in front of the boy and pointed the gun at her abdomen, which was probably less than 20cm away.

She just looked at the boy like this, feeling a mountain of pressure on him and sweating profusely.

Then, V gently pushed the old gun away: "The lethality of this gun on people is not as loud as the noise. Children, find someone who can talk."

The boy was extremely nervous, and the sweat on his forehead couldn't stop flowing.

He glanced at the person behind him uneasily, and just when he was about to say something, Lear stood up.

“Don’t scare your customers – friends, we are not here to cause trouble, but it seems there is some misunderstanding between us.

I guess this is something you guys need? "

He shook the medicine in his hand, and the light blue liquid in the container shone in the sun.

"You, you, you, the Sixth Street Gang said you were robbers and stole our medicine."

"But they are here now, go back to your leader and we can talk."

"Ahem."

Just then, a pale man walked out, wearing thick clothes and a big sun hat. He kept coughing and felt like he would die in the next second.

The other me in the world - Lille thought.

Of course, the man was much older.

"Neville, step back, I'll talk to them." The man walked up to Lear and stood up as straight as possible, "I am Hector Croesus, the leader of the red ocher clan, what do you want? "

"To be precise, it's what you want." Lear put away the medicine. "It would be more friendly to sit down and talk, what do you think?"

Hector nodded helplessly.

Normally, he should refuse the request - there was no reason for strangers to see what was going on in the tribe.

But. Like Lil said, they have nothing left, so they might as well talk softly.

Entering the tent, Hector looked even weaker - a little strange.

Hiding from the light outside the tent, I ended up feeling even weaker after entering.

He was well-dressed, but Lille saw some traces of light green from the exposed eyes, wondering if they were tattoos.

"We are sick. In fact, I heard from the Sixth Street Gang that Santo Domingo is also sick. I heard it is called gamma rabies."

Rabies?

But there aren’t many dogs left in this world, and only a few rich people know how to keep them. To put it bluntly, homeless people don’t even deserve to be bitten by dogs.

It is probably some kind of new mutant virus modified from rabies virus. Several corporate wars have produced a lot of such things.

There are not many useful information in public databases in this world. Viruses related to companies like this can only be checked in the company database - you have to take a look at it next time in class.

Lear touched his chin: "I guess they also said that the price of medicines will increase. What is the price he sells it to you?"

Hector hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to tell the truth: "A can of sustained-release medicine is 80,000 euros, the size of your hand. It was only 40,000 euros before.

As a result, once the disease came, the number of these bastards doubled in size! "

One can - that is, 300ml, which is more like a bottle.

According to the amount of 5ml per person, which is the dosage for 60 people, this sustained-release agent may last about a week.

In other words, a person with this disease will have to spend 670 euros a week on medicine, and people with red ocher will have to spend 1340 euros.

Being sick is really terrible.

"And the vaccine?"

"Vaccine." A trace of pain suddenly flashed across Hector's face, "We can't afford it."

This is a lie.

Vaccines may be more expensive than extended-release doses, but it’s nonsense to afford extended-release doses but not even a few doses of vaccine.

Lille suddenly said: "You signed a human experiment agreement with Biotechnology, so you can't use the vaccine."

Hector's expression changed greatly.

"Obviously these two things come together. Of course, they may be related to each other - but don't worry, I don't intend to pry for information.

I do have some medicine here. How much do you have on hand? "

This sudden turn interrupted Hector's train of thought.

A confidentiality agreement was part of the deal, but luckily Leal didn't pry further.

When it comes to money, things are even more complicated - when a family member gets sick, they have to spend money on medicine.

I bought medicine but did not get better. Instead, more and more people had problems, and more and more people were unable to work.

Red Ocher is neither small nor big, and there are about a hundred people there anyway. But because of this incident, people have been getting sick intermittently for more than a month, and their savings have almost been exhausted.

"200,000, that's all."

"It's quite a lot, Mr. Patriarch - for the sake of the child, I can dispose of the sustained-release medicine at half price, just like making a friend.

200,000 euros, the original price is 2 cans, now I will give you 5 cans, and buy five and get one free, a total of 6 cans. "

Hector was stunned by Lille's offer!

γ-rabies is a self-limiting disease, and the only way to relieve the symptoms is to use sustained-release agents while waiting for the body to recover.

The longer you survive, the greater your chance of survival. Once you survive three weeks, the probability of recovery jumps straight up!

This is what the biotechnology man Qingkou and his popular science!

Originally, the medicine they bought for 200,000 euros might only last them a week, but now they have a chance to survive!

After finishing speaking, Lear put his hands on the table and said easily: "Look, as a friend, I only have one request now. From now on, your cooperation with the Sixth Street Gang will be completely terminated - any form of cooperation, including buying and selling. "

After saying that, he put his hands flat on the table and stretched out: "So, friend?"

Hector held Lear's hand excitedly: "Friend!"