Superman's Journey

Chapter 312 Cyberpunk
The 24-hour killing day passed, the Bastion faction proved their ideas with a rock-solid fortress, and the thugs also had a lot of fun killing with prosthetic limbs and guns.

Although the killing day has been extended this time, most of the people who survived are still satisfied with it. Of course, whether those who died are satisfied is still unknown.

James, Johnny and the others successfully survived the second killing day of the Gospel Project, but when they walked out of the room after a full 24 hours of killing, they found that the former America is gone, and in its place is a whole new America.

An America that could be called cyberpunk.

The top ten companies led by the Gospel Project have completed all the monopoly grandly, and the former energy tycoon was split up and absorbed by them.

At this moment, the original federal government has already made up the progress of government reform, and it has directly transformed into a dystopian country.

Everyone was at a loss about this, and didn't understand how this should have been a change in the world, how could it happen smoothly in just 24 hours.

But Lincoln is very satisfied with this. Superman is not only superhuman in physical fitness, but he should also look superhuman in terms of action efficiency.

Night City, once it was clearly called New York, but that is already in the past tense.

The name of this huge city has not been changed, but everyone unanimously uses Night City to refer to this once important financial center city in the world.

The reason why those lower-level people call it that is because they live in Night City, unless they come to the fringes of the city, it is difficult for them to come into contact with the natural and warm sunlight.

The middle-level people describe it as Night City, because Night City seems to them to be such a luxury, all of which used to be bound together with the night.

And the higher-ups called it Night City even more casually, because some people liked to call it that, so it was called that.

It has been a long time since that great change, and the people who have grown to the bottom have re-adapted to the more animal life in Night City.

But it doesn't necessarily mean that they are all animals. At least the body modification and prosthetics make them hardly have to worry about medical expenses. If it hurts, they can change it. If they don't have enough money, they will die. It's simple and neat.

The United States before the Great Revolution had a population of more than 2 million, but the United States after the Great Revolution has only more than 100 million people, not because the remaining people have been lost, but because they are either not regarded as human beings, or they are like Jack Extensive body modification has been completed.

They do not call themselves human beings, but pioneers, pioneers of mechanical transformation.

In the past, these pioneers were a favorite group of monopolies because of their active publicity, which made prosthetic modifications more popular, but the situation is different now.

Ordinary transformations could not satisfy the ideas of these pioneers, and they began to adopt more radical transformation strategies, and the source of materials became a big problem.

As a result, the Mechanic Cult set its sights on enterprises and groups, thinking that these enterprises must have what they needed, and this was indeed the case, and the conflict was born.

Conflict creates demand, conflict brings market, and conflict accompanies death. Because each member of the Mechanic Cult has the best equipment, even if they lose to the people of the enterprise, they will often not be damaged.

On the contrary, more than one of the cotton harvesters and red-necked white ghosts living at the bottom died in the struggle between the two sides.

Pioneers think that they are the future development and the future of mankind, so they don't see those low-level people as human beings at all, especially the people in the group. The bottom-level people have no role for them except to replace some machines.

Every day and every night, tens of thousands of people across the United States lose their lives for various reasons.

According to the company's estimates, more than 200 million people die every year due to the war between the Mechanic Cult and the company, and that's just this one item.

If you add in cannibalism at the bottom, production accidents, and other things, the number of people who die each year can basically be kept at about 500 million.

What kind of concept is this? Even in the United States in the past, including the number of deaths on the Killing Day, accidents, homicides and natural old age, the total number is only 300 million. Now, after excluding natural deaths, there are already 500 million!
Killing Day has now been canceled because Killing Day was simply too slow to be efficient.

Every night in Night City is a small killing day.

"Boss."

"What?" Johnny looked back at his subordinate Nick.

"A new batch has arrived."

"Already here?" Johnny frowned, with a smile on his face: "How many people?"

"Probably more than 100."

"How come there are only more than 100?" Johnny frowned, and a fierce breath came over his face: "The population gap on the other side of the spectrum is more than 300, and you just get me half of it?"

"There's no way, the control outside is getting stricter." Nick also complained: "Except for areas like Africa, it's hard to deal with people."

"Then go to Africa!" Johnny snorted coldly: "Do you know how much Spectrum can pay for a person? Ten thousand! A full ten thousand! Your trip directly cost me two million, you know! "

"Yes, yes! Next time I will definitely get 500 people, no, next time I will definitely get [-] people!"

"Well, that's about the same." Johnny nodded, his brows suddenly frowned again: "Isn't that gunslinger settled yet?"

"No, boss, he doesn't know what enmity he has with us. He has been staring at us all the time. He is alone, and he is still wearing high-end goods. There is nothing he can do about it. I'm afraid it has something to do with the Mechanic Sect?"

"Impossible!" Johnny shook his head, thinking of Jack who had become more and more ruthless in recent years, his whole body turned cold: "If it were those guys, we would have died long ago. If we continue to investigate, I don't believe that he can still be Jack. Came out of the ground."

Nick left, Johnny frowned, holding a glass of wine and lost in thought, he had offended too many people, he had offended so many people in Killing Day alone, he couldn't even remember those.

He was thinking, should I go to Tom, that guy has become an intelligence expert, claiming to have all kinds of information as long as he pays, except that the price is a bit expensive, and there seems to be no bad reviews.

But who was that gunslinger?Staring at himself, could it be that he fucked his daughter?

What a damn guy!

Johnny thought angrily
(End of this chapter)