Life Copy Game

"Do you know much about this prisoner gang?"

He Ao walked beside the man and asked.

"Well,"

The man paused for a moment. He looked around a few times to make sure there was no one around, then he lowered his voice and whispered, "They are very dangerous. Everyone in the neighborhood knows that the Prisoners Gang kills without blinking an eye. If you want to beat them, If it’s your idea, old man, I advise you not to provoke them.”

"Is this street also under the management of the Prisoners' Gang?"

Seeing the man carefully looking around, He Ao asked softly.

"It's not just this street,"

The man lowered his voice and said, "I told you, old man, the Prisoners Gang is the largest gang in the southern part of Ninvis District now. Several blocks around here are under their control."

As he spoke, he paused for a moment, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

"You see that there is nothing going on in these neighborhoods now, but to be honest, you didn't see them killing people. In the past, this neighborhood was managed by a gang called the Rust Gang. One day, the Prisoners Gang suddenly broke in and said nothing. Just say it and start killing people,"

He swallowed lightly and glanced at the dilapidated railing next to him. On the iron railing covered with dull rust, he could faintly see the dark stains of dried blood. The man continued with a trembling voice,

"I will never forget that day. My colleagues and I hid behind the glass door and watched the bodies of the Rusty Gang members spread out on the road like carpets. All the vehicles along the way were blocked by the corpses, and blood even splattered all over us. glass door,"

His tone seemed to be a little frightened, "It took us a week to wipe away all the blood stains at the entrance of the store and around it."

"Isn't it always a mess here?"

Senna, who had been following behind, asked in a low voice.

"Different,"

The man carried the bread, looked up at He Ao and Senna, and then made sure that no one was around, then continued in a low voice,

"People outside always have some misunderstandings about the southern neighborhood. Even many people who have just arrived here think that there are gunfights and killings at all times. Although gunfights and killings do occur, they are not what people imagine. so many.

“In fact, most of the time, the southern neighborhoods are very stable, and which gangs occupy which neighborhoods are clearly defined. Even if there are conflicts between gangs, they are resolved privately, and there are rarely large-scale gun battles.

"This has not changed until the rise of the Prisoner Gang in recent years. The people of the Prisoner Gang don't care about anything. Once a war starts, they will kill people everywhere like mad dogs. They even take pleasure in it."

"Won't he cause public outrage by doing this?"

Senna looked at the man and asked in a low voice, "If he slaughtered a gang, wouldn't the other gangs unite to deal with him? After all, who knows whether he will be the next gang to be slaughtered. This kind of instability factor is not Should it be killed first?”

"It stands to reason,"

The man replied slowly, "I heard from the old people on the street that there used to be crazy gangs like this, but they were quickly killed by other gangs in the southern neighborhoods. But the Prisoners Gang was an exception." ··”

He paused for a moment and continued,

“The little gangs in the southern neighborhoods banded together once and were crushed by the Prisoners.

"Shortly after that, some large gangs from the central blocks of Ninvis District and even other districts, which were said to be backed by consortiums, began to retreat from the southern blocks on a large scale. The remaining small gangs were not prisoner gangs at all. opponent,

"So these gangs surrendered, and those who were killed were killed. In recent years, there have been fewer and fewer resistance. Most of the southern neighborhoods have also fallen into the hands of the Prisoner Gang. At least some of the gangs I passed by in my life. The neighborhood is managed by the prison gang."

Hearing the man's words, He Ao nodded lightly.

The news he got from the mind of the Slender Man who assassinated him this morning was that the original Yilan underground gang represented by the Slender Man had tried to teach the Prisoner Gang a lesson, but finally gave up due to the interference of the consortium behind these gangs.

This can also be linked to the withdrawal of their gangs from the southern neighborhoods of Ninwis district by these consortiums.

They were basically giving this area over to the prisoner gang.

As they continued to move forward, a rusty bus stop sign in front of them gradually appeared in their field of vision.

"Do you know much about the organizational structure of the Prisoners Gang?"

He Ao lowered his head and asked slowly.

"I rarely interact with them..."

The man hesitated for a moment, then continued to move forward and said, "Even if we deal with them, they are only peripheral members."

"Peripheral members?"

He Ao asked softly.

"Just some gang members from other gangs that they recruited,"

The man explained, "After they expanded, they absorbed many surrendered gang members into the gang and asked these people to help them manage the industry. They were the 'peripheral members' of the Prisoners Gang, and the original 'core members' of the Prisoners Gang, He rarely shows up,"

Having said this, his tone became slightly more relaxed, "But this is good. Although these 'peripheral members' are equally vicious, they are not as ferocious as the core members who kill people at will."

Then, he looked a little sad again, "I heard that someone once met a core member and asked for directions, and was killed in the street. Not only that, these core members would also smile crazy when they killed, like a madman. Same."

Hearing these narratives, He Ao's eyes narrowed slightly.

This prisoner gang looks very brutal on the surface, but in fact, it also knows how to recruit the original gang members to work for itself, acting as an 'isolation layer' between itself and the ordinary people in the southern neighborhood, and using this to control the southern neighborhood.

This shows that they are not really a group of lunatics who only know how to kill for fun, but also have business and development needs.

Killing is only one way to establish authority.

Of course, this extremely cruel method of 'establishing authority' also shows that they may have some desire for 'killing'.

While thinking, the three of them had already reached the rusty bus stop sign, where several people were already waiting for the bus.

After seeing these waiting people, the man standing next to them shut his mouth and stopped talking about the Prisoner Gang.

"Do you want a ride?"

He Ao saw the fear in his expression and asked slowly.

Realizing that He Ao had taken the initiative to change the topic, the man breathed a sigh of relief and nodded slightly, "It takes three stops to get to the short building block, where my home is."

Then he hesitated, looked at He Ao, and whispered, "Are you going there?"

"Is there one over there too?"

He Ao opened his mouth and asked slowly.

This is asking if there is a prisoner gang over there.

"Um,"

The man hesitated for a moment, nodded slightly, and said in a very low voice, "That's a relatively large population gathering area nearby, and there are more of them..."

The prisoner gang also has a relatively large number of people.

Generally, there will be some core characters in such key areas.

Thinking of this, He Ao nodded slightly and said with a smile, "Then do you mind taking me to see it?"

The man hesitated for a moment, then reached out and touched his pants pocket, where there were two 20 federal currency notes.

Finally, he hugged the bread and nodded slightly, "The environment over there is very bad, much worse than here, if you don't mind."

"fine."

He Ao smiled and shook his head.

At this time, Senna seemed to have realized something, and whispered in He Ao's ear, "Mr. Linn, should we drive? It may be farther over there."

He Ao glanced at the dilapidated bus stop sign, shook his head, and then said slowly, "I'll send you the location. You can just drive and follow us."

"You want to take the bus?"

Senna was stunned for a moment, his eyes a little worried.

At this time, He Ao just reached out and patted his arm, and said with a smile, "It's okay, go ahead, nothing will happen to me."

Sena hesitated for a moment, then saw He Ao's gentle but unquestionable smile, and finally nodded, "Then I'll drive. You must pay attention to safety."

Then he turned around and walked towards the direction he came from.

"Is it okay for him to leave like this?"

Watching Senna leave, the man who had been standing next to He Ao whispered worriedly, "The neighborhood around here is not very safe."

He seemed to see that Senna was He Ao's 'guard'.

"It doesn't matter."

He Ao looked back at Senna's figure and shook his head.

The man raised his head and glanced at He Ao, and finally said slowly, "Is this your first time in the southern neighborhood?"

"Yes."

He Ao nodded slightly.

In the past, Linn's free clinic only went to the central block of Ningweis District, and never to the southern block.

"Don't be fooled by the peaceful appearance here,"

The man glanced at the quiet streets around him and said quickly, "There are thieves and robbers everywhere here, especially people like you who look like you are from St. Yilan District. You are most likely to be patronized by them. You cannot take it lightly. The Prisoners Gang will not Protect our lives."

He Ao glanced at the man and knew that he was trying to remind him, so he turned his head and glanced at the back of Senna who was leaving, and said slowly, "That young man will always follow us."

Hearing this answer, the man looked at Senna, who had walked to the side of the black off-road vehicle, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ahem..."

At this moment, he covered his mouth and coughed violently.

"You have a problem with your lungs?"

He Ao reached out and patted his back, took a look at his face, and asked.

"Um,"

The man hesitated for a moment and replied in a low voice, "I used to work in the mine of Copes Mining. I contracted some occupational diseases. I couldn't do heavy work in the future, so I was kicked out of the mine. Fortunately, the illness was not serious. , I can still do some basic work and barely have a bite to eat.”

"A lot of people here choose to go to the mines?"

He Ao took back his hand and asked slowly.

"We are not like the gentlemen in Saint-Elan District, who have no money to study and no academic qualifications, cough..."

The man coughed lightly, seemed to have breathed a little, and smiled,

"Only the mines and factories want us. Although it's hard and tiring, the wages are slightly higher. Most young people here either work in the mines or factories. They don't come until they get sick or can't work anymore." Let’s see if we can find some ordinary job. I’m almost dead at that time and won’t live long.”

He coughed slightly, as if he had trouble breathing. He leaned on the rusty bus sign, panting, and looked at the shining tall buildings in the distance.

"To tell you the truth, I have never been to the Saint-Elan District in my life. It is said that there are neon high-rise buildings everywhere, splendid and resplendent. The lights are constantly lit at night. The hypermarkets are filled with a dazzling array of goods. Everywhere is exciting. Music, cough..."

"In a sense, that's true."

He Ao turned back with calm eyes and glanced at the tall building that only occupied a small part in the dark night.

"Well, it seems you are not satisfied there,"

The man stood up and coughed lightly, "But spending money there should be like running water...Only the rich can truly enjoy the life of Saint Yilan,"

Then he laughed and said,

"Actually, I used to have a good friend who was also from the mine. His illness was much worse than mine, and he basically couldn't do anything. When he was about to die, he found a way to get people from the Prisoners' Gang to help him fake his identity. , borrowed a large amount of money from Nord Bank, and then went to Saint-Elan for a day of fun.”

He paused and looked in the direction of those tall buildings again.

"Early the next morning, he climbed to the top of the Norde Bank building, made a video call to me, showed me the splendid buildings in Saint-Elan district, and gave me the direction to the southern district.

“That’s when I realized that you couldn’t see the southern neighborhoods from among those tall buildings.”

He retracted his gaze, looked at He Ao, sighed slightly, "Then he jumped off the roof of Nord Bank,

"It is said that not a single piece of his body was intact in the end. It took the FBI people a long time to pick up his body and throw it into the cremator."

There seemed to be an old bus slowly approaching in the distance. The man continued, "A month later, the loan was overdue. People from Norde Bank went crazy to find him and asked him to repay the loan. They even called me. Here, there was no sound after that.”

"A lot of people do this?"

He Ao withdrew his gaze and asked in a low voice.

In Linn's memory, it was not unusual for someone to commit suicide by jumping from a high-rise building in St. Yilan District.

"a lot of,"

The man's expression relaxed a little and continued,

"So later on, all banks with online addresses near the southern block would check the identity of those loans, and it became more difficult to get loans in the southern block.

“But this actually has no impact on us. People in the southern neighborhoods have difficulty getting high-quality loans with low interest rates. They are either salary loans backed by gangs or loan sharks directly lent by gangs.

"Even if you use a fake identity to obtain a loan from a consortium, the gang will still take seven-tenths of it as a 'commission'"

While he was talking, the old bus stopped in front of the stop sign.

The man paused for a moment, glanced at the bus number, then at He Ao, and said quickly, "This is the bus."