Psychics don't die from gunfire

"What's for dinner?"

"Cream of clam soup, cranberry bread, potato stew, pan-fried roast chicken. Flavored nutritious paste."

"It's nutritional ointment again? Can you change it to another one?"

"Yes, like this, you go download a treasury APP. I just saw the launch of 'Engel Loan' a few days ago, which is a loan specifically for the purchase of non-staple food. Why don't you go get one and buy me some delicious food?" Extra meals.”

"Loan, loan, forget it, I'm afraid my internal organs will be removed from behind."

"What are you worrying about? We are only so young and our internal organs haven't grown yet. The best we can do is transform them into zombie slaves to pay off the loan. Hey, I have another idea. Come on, do you see the tall guy over there?"

"Uh, patrol officer from the Security Bureau."

"In this case, you go and steal his gun, and we use the gun to go to the supermarket to grab delicious food."

"Is there something wrong with your brain? With such a thick arm, if I go up and get punched, my brains will explode!"

"If you don't do this or that, then you still want to eat well?"

He looked at a boy who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, squatting on the rusty outdoor air conditioner, and sneered. In front of him was a younger boy.

The latter suddenly started wailing: "Oh, why is our company so bad!"

"Okay, just say a few words. There are two more shipments to be delivered today. Be alert later and be careful not to intrude on other people's territory. If the situation is not good, run away quickly."

The boy jumped off the air conditioner, and through the gap in his coat, it could be seen that there was a small black plastic bag wrapped tightly around his abdomen.

Seeing the boy staring at the plastic bag, the boy was about to raise his hand to scare him when he heard the former say.

"Brother, I also want to give it a try."

"You're crazy!" The young man was stunned for a moment, and then he slapped the other person's forehead with his hand that was originally just a threat: "We don't see enough people who eat sugar until their brains are burned out! Don't say such things!"

"But people who don't take sugar can't stand the attention at all!" The boy was slapped, and he defended in a higher voice: "The superiors can't trust us, we can only do a small job of delivering candy, and we don't even qualify for gang tattoos, as it is now Go on, when can I get the money to apply for a migration certificate? I can’t even take nutritional supplements for the rest of my life.”

"Without a relocation permit, we can't leave this slum for the rest of our lives. We have to be careful to avoid the patrol police even if we go to the city."

"That's enough, that's enough, stop talking." The young man's tone did not weaken at all: "I've figured it out, I'll save a little more, usually do more private work for five years, and I can get the migration certificate in five years at most. Money. When we get to the city, our credit rating will be greatly improved. I will take out a loan and we will get a prosthetic body. Won’t the good days come?”

"Hey, good days, good days," the boy said, "I'm afraid that even if I finally get the relocation permit, I'll still be thrown out like a dog."

"Brother," he said, "will we really have a good life once we get to the city?"

The young man looked startled for a moment, then nodded vigorously: "There must be some, in the urban area, in the urban area. At least there must be more good stuff in the trash cans than here."

"Okay." The other party wiped his hands on his clothes and followed him: "Then listen to your brother, let's deliver the goods first."

As a child born in the slums of Fandi City - of course, according to the official name of the city government, this area is "an area to be developed with a promising future on the agenda". Children born here have only two paths when they grow up.

One is extremely talented. After many rounds of screening, he stood out and got a sponsorship contract from a local company to continue his higher education.

But unfortunately, this standard of "standing out" is too harsh. For 99% of people, it is a goal that they dare not even think about. So for most people, there is actually only one way to go.

Join a gang.

Water sources, food, garbage dumps, labor positions. The influence of gangs is everywhere, at least in the slums of Fandi City. In order to survive, to stay together and seek benefits, and to live a good life like a master, almost everyone will choose to join a gang.

To survive I had to kill, to fill my stomach I had to rob.

After once again confirming the model of the shoes hanging on the wire, the boy was responsible for looking out, while the young man arrived at the transaction location. The moment he passed by a car, the transaction was completed with goods and money.

The boy looked at the passers-by on the street with envy. The large and ferocious tattoos were exposed undisguisedly from under his vest, especially the majestic mechanical prosthetic limbs and the pistol hanging clearly on his waist.

Strictly speaking, people like this are real members of the gang family, and minions like them who can only do errands are not considered official members of the gang at all. Even if they were killed by a drug addict during the delivery, the superiors would scold them as trash.

As for the local security bureau, which is theoretically responsible for public security

Reduce costs and increase efficiency with reasonable overall planning.

If we blindly invest our efforts and resources into bottomless pits like slums, then more important urban areas, industrial areas and other places may fall into decline and even decay. For the prosperity of Fandi City, the city government made a difficult choice

After delivering two goods, the teenagers and boys were preparing to go back to the gang station to collect their rewards from the cadres. When they stepped onto the streets of their own gang, they saw an unforgettable scene.

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High in the sky, light and shadow flashed, and the shuttle plane with its optical camouflage removed opened its hatch. One after another, fully armed and uniformed armed personnel fell from the sky, like a roaring mountain and a tsunami. They were caught off guard by gunshots and rushed into the gang's headquarters!

“——Open the door, Jiuyu Defense!”

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“CEO, welcome home——”

New Light City, [Jiuyu Defense] CEO’s office.

Song Shi climbed back to the office through the window and just sat down when Xia Le’s message sounded on the desk.

"President, because of our status as a 'strategic partner', we have the priority to cooperate with the Security Bureau. The latest business was outsourced by the Vandy City Security Bureau to sweep the local slums and maintain public security. The action files have been sorted out. Please remember to review them."

"In addition, the Vandy City Security Bureau did not pay much for this business. But this is good for us. After the sweep is completed, Jiuyu Defense can get the security management rights of the slums. We will gradually build a new community order and expand our influence."

"But it is worth noting that our manpower will be even tighter by then. The personnel department is already fully operational. It is expected that within 45 natural days, the first batch of social recruitment personnel will be able to take up their posts initially."

Song Shi patiently listened to the thriving report, signed a few piled-up documents, and was thinking about whether to play games or watch movies next when a communication came from the encrypted channel.

[Come to the underground base, now]

The communication is signed by Chakoro Vaughan.