What is a super villain?

Chapter 161 Goods

Carl stood at the corner of the street, puffing on a homemade cigarette.

The high collar of the windbreaker covered his face, and he looked sneaky with a worn black round hat.

But don't worry, the city is never short of sneaky or mavericks, and there are homeless men and women lying at his feet, and these people are more wildly dressed, and he is still inconspicuous in comparison.

Smoke rings rose one after another, mixed with some hyperactive and hallucinogenic compounds, which could keep him awake and focused.

Carl's hands were hidden under the wide cuffs of his windbreaker, counting the bullets in the pistol, over and over again, just like a circus performer with nimble fingers practicing in private.

He was watching, or rather waiting for someone.

The life of cyberpunk is very boring. It is only a moment to draw guns and shoot each other. Most of the time it is filled with boring stalking and intelligence gathering.

Boredom means slack, and slack means death.

When Carl was still in Liberty City, he developed the habit of using chemical drugs.

He lightly tapped the safety switch of the pistol with his fingers, and the sky was overcast and soon it began to rain.

The homeless people wearing virtual helmets screamed and yelled, scrambling to squeeze into the narrow eaves to shelter from the rain. They shouted and pushed, even though there were abandoned plastic panels everywhere on the roadside to build rain-proof huts.

Rose City is very different from Liberty City.

In Liberty City, addictive chemicals are rampant, and everyone downtown is a junkie.

Supply, distribution and retail are linked together to form an iron chain, which is firmly locked on the neck of the street dog from top to bottom.

Let them fight over chemicals, form blood feuds, divide each other.

And Rose City does not allow the large-scale flooding of addictive chemicals. They use the Internet and use false comfort to kill the fighting spirit and character of street dogs.

What Karl has seen the most during this time is a homeless man who wears a virtual helmet and completely abandons reality.

Different routes lead to the same goal, no matter what the independent city-state does, it is to detoxify the minds of the street dogs and at the same time squeeze out the last trace of their value.

The gray society with a semi-official background acts as a booster, and they handle these dirty work for the giant companies, making the giant companies appear pure and flawless.

In exchange, gray associations can quickly expand and grow in places invisible to ordinary people, master a series of lucrative businesses such as black market and smuggling, and become the hidden masters of the lower city.

Karl worked for such a gray association in Liberty City, and he knew the urine nature of this group of people too well.

A little bit of insignificant power can inflate them countless times, turning those humble and gloomy human natures upside down.

They are more greedy than giant corporations, more vicious than serial murderers, and more hypocritical than politicians.

The phantom lights flickered on the irises, and the time was almost up, and domineering laughter came from the street.

Carl pushed the safety of the pistol, threw away the cigarette and shook the water off the coat and hat, and walked out with his hands in his pockets.

When the people who form the association have power, many methods will become the norm, such as extortion and robbery.

In the streets, the most important thing is to have long eyes.

Unfortunately, these overblown idiots have long been blind, and they provoked him casually.

The arrogant Langxiao was getting closer and closer, and the figure was at his feet.

Carl stretched out his hand, the homemade double-barreled shotgun, and pulled the trigger again and again.

"A little Liberty City shock, my friend!"

The roar resounded through the interface, and the chests of several younger bodyguards sprayed blood mist, and they flew upside down and hit the ground one by one, black and red blood mixed with sludge.

The person who was still laughing just now stopped abruptly, and was pressed against the forehead by the still warm shotgun barrel in panic and panic.

"Where's the stuff you hacked off of the Wildfire Street broker at 21:[-] last Sunday evening?"

Carl asked in a low voice.

"In...in the warehouse of the Golden Rooster Game Hall on Bubble Street...I don't know that it's yours..."

"boom!"

Amidst the mind-boggling gunshots, red and white splashed all over the place, flowing together with the sewage all over the street.

"I know now."

Carl spun the shotgun around and stuck it in his pants waist.

The police robot scrubbing the floor was late, and the white searchlights flickered randomly.

Soon the bodies were taken away, the blood was washed away by the rain, and the homeless people still wore virtual helmets, as if nothing had happened.

……

"So you're going to grab back the stuff you lost? No, man! That's the people from the Co-creation Association! They're the local emperors of the lower town, and they'll find us sooner or later, and hang you and me on the road poles at the border of the block for a long time." Be a warning to others!"

An unremarkable freight consignment company on the main road of Wildfire Street.

There is only one facade, one business window, and all kinds of daily necessities are piled up all over the place.

Zon clutched his head with both hands, his face full of collapse.

Carl was silent, his hands trembling a little due to the aftereffects of the hallucinogenic chemicals, but his expression showed no remorse.

"The dog swallowed the goods I put on consignment on the black market, the rules of the world, if you die, you can only blame yourself for being greedy."

"The rules of the rivers and lakes?"

Zon seemed to hear something funny: "Please Carl, this is Rose City, not Liberty City! You are not a smuggler here, and there is no younger brother who can help you fight. Only I and your sister-in-law Catherine."

He patted his chest and pointed at the woman in the business counter wearing earphones watching movies and TV series.

The woman is still somewhat pretty, with scantily dressed clothes.

"Look at us, can you discuss with me before you do something?"

"I'm very clean, don't worry, there will be up to three days of chaos on the street because of such a fool. It's normal for people to die in the downtown area, and there are various reasons. It is impossible for Gongchuang Society to go to war for such a fool."

As Karl looked out the door, his tone gradually became disdainful:

"Instead of worrying about this, you might as well take care of your own troubles."

Zon turned around following his gaze, and saw Huang Mao in a cheap fancy suit walking in.

With a frivolous face, Huang Mao went straight to Zon's girlfriend, Catherine, and stretched out his hand to lift her chin.

"Miss Catherine, I miss you so much after seeing you for a few days."

Catherine raised her head and glanced at Huangmao, she was neither annoyed nor resisted, and even a little impatient to be disturbed.

Zon hurried up to greet him:

"Mr. Rich, welcome, you are so bright, what's the matter today?"

Yellow Marich clicked his tongue, clapped his hands and walked in front of Zon, who was so tall that Zon had to look up to him.

"Mr. Zon Bathory, the money you owed the Qiulin Gang has been overdue six times, and the deadline is a few days away. I'm here to remind you, and by the way, see if you are ready to repay."

Sweat broke out on Zon's forehead:

"This...Mr. Rich, of course I..."

"You don't have to explain it to me."

Rich interrupted impatiently:

"In addition, I would like to remind you a few more times. After six overdue payments, the interest needs to be repaid, a total of 131 times the principal. If you can't afford that much money, the Qiulin Gang will use their own methods to fill this bad debt."

The meaning of Rich's coming is actually to tell Zon that he is being followed and don't think about running away.

Street warnings are a common tactic for gangsters.

Huangmao circled around Catherine again, and said goodbye after moving his hands and feet.

"That's it, see you next time, Catherine dear."

He walked to the door, stopped suddenly, and said to Zon.

"Mr. Bathory, tell that ugly bumpkin next to you, if he stares at me like that again, I'll chop off his head and stuff it with electronic waste and kick it as a ball."

Rich swaggered away, leaving only Zon in mourning.

"Zon, you looked like a dog just now."

Catherine added this, and continued to watch movies and TV dramas with headphones on.

Carl put down the gun he had been holding silently, and said lightly:

"If you hadn't been giving me winks, I would have made this kid regret what he said."

Zon threw himself next to Carl, waved and sighed:
"Forget it brother, you'll kill someone and run away. I've been on Wildfire Street for ten years, and all my belongings are here. I have nowhere to go...that's how the world of bastards is."

"What do you owe money to a street gang?"

"Financial investment. The stock market environment in Rose City rose last year. I thought about increasing leverage to make a fortune. I didn't expect to lose all my underwear in the end."

Zorn said: "The flow of funds is broken. Originally, it was just a loan from the Qiulin Gang to turn around the freight company. I didn't expect the revolving interest to be paid back."

Carl didn't speak, and stared at the door again.

When Zon saw his cousin's expression, he immediately understood that he was already thinking about how to solve the entire Qiulin Gang and deal with the problem from the root.

"No, no, Carl, the Qiulin gang is a local local leader on Wildfire Street, and some of them are armed thugs! You have an inseparable relationship with Gongchuang Society, and you have done a big thing, so you can't expose it now."

Zon was sweating from anxiety, and after thinking for a while, he chose to change the subject abruptly:

"By the way, what was that batch of goods you lost? It's worth your trouble."

Seeing his cousin's attitude of not wanting to cause trouble all the time, Karl dismissed the idea and took out a cylindrical container about ten centimeters from his pocket.

There is a base in the transparent container, above which there is a group of deep black balls, with a halo around the edges of the black balls.

"The goods from Ye's Bank are secretly transported to Liberty City through the black market brokers in Whirlpool City. All the way is through the channels of the Relief Society. It seems that they don't want people to know, and they don't want to see the light."

Carl thought for a while and added: "The Relief Society is the co-creation society of Liberty City, and it is also the person I offended."

Zon stared obsessively at the container, the depth of black seemed to swallow him.

After forcibly shaking his head to wake himself up, Zon commented:
"It must be some rare interstellar wonder, a work of art, just like the ones at the Thousand Stars Auction. This stuff can fetch a lot of money if you find a good buyer."

Karl nodded, and he judged so too.

Before escaping from Liberty City, he packed a large amount of goods, including hard-wired ordnance and cutting-edge technology components.

This work of art is the most valuable and the most difficult to sell.

Because works of art have obvious characteristics, are easily recognized by the owner, and have no practical value, usually only rich people who are full and have nothing to do are interested in collecting them.

To be on the safe side, Carl found a trustworthy brokerage channel, concealed his identity and wanted to sell it at a low price, but he was robbed by the insects of the co-creation association, forcing him to take it back by force.

Years of experience have taught him that he must be extremely careful when dealing with matters related to giant companies, and any accidents that may reveal his identity must be erased.

The sure-fire transaction process was interrupted, which made it possible for him to be exposed.

"Let's put it away for now, and we'll talk about it when we find a chance."

Carl took the container back, and Zon touched his chin beside him:

"If it's a work of art, I happen to have a reliable channel here, and maybe it can be sold quickly."

"What channel?"

Zorn took two virtual helmets from a corner drawer, handed one to his cousin and put one on himself.

Soon the two were in a virtual environment, coming from the small freight company's shop on Wildfire Street to a virtual black street.

"This is Taoke Street, an online shopping platform that sells second-hand goods. Here, there is a trading method called 'blind box', which is to seal up things and sell them to people who try their luck."

Zon's avatar is a tall and handsome guy, and he said to Carl in a private chat.

"I was engaged in shipping before, and I happened to know a broker who specialized in blind boxes of weird-shaped artworks. Here, anonymous transactions are completely possible, with double insurance online and offline, and it is not easy to be exposed."

"More importantly, I know this broker, and he is generous."

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(End of this chapter)