from night city

You know, with his skin color, if he walks on the street, even if he does nothing, he is very likely to get a free magazine emptying package service from the NCPD.

Not to mention he actually had a gun.

After Jack took the initiative to disarm himself, two more courageous police officers came forward.

They pushed Jack and the girl to the ground respectively.

A man walked slowly out of the Tyndall effect of car lights and dust in the air.

Looking at the two people who were kneeling on the ground, he said with a mocking tone in his spare time.

"Jack Wills, an old friend of the Bureau. After all these years, why don't you still have a long memory?"

Jack raised his head and said, "Hey, isn't this Inspector Stings? Long time no see."

"It's Inspector Stings," the man corrected.

Jack curled his lips disdainfully.

"A virtuous (cao) line."

Stings didn't take Jack's words seriously.

Instead, he turned to look at the girl.

"Speaking of which... your accomplice looks familiar."

Seeing that the girl didn't speak, Stings said again: "Come on, if you have anything to say, just say it. I'm waiting."

"You recognize me, but I don't recognize you."

Seeing that the other party did not recognize him, Stings did not bother to introduce himself. Instead, he listed the other party's recent situation: "I ran to Atlanta to look for a happy life. It seems that you didn't find it."

Stings walked slowly and deliberately in front of the girl and squatted down.

The police badge pinned to his chest shines brightly in the light behind him.

The work badge hanging around his neck dangled with his movements.

"I've said it before, you bunch of stinky maggots from Heywood are all virtuous (cao) people."

"Born here, mixed here, died here. It seems I was right."

The girl was very unconvinced: "Have we talked enough? What do you want?"

Stings scoffed.

"When you go out to fool around, you have to admit your mistakes, and you have to stand upright when you are beaten. Don't you understand this?"

"If you weren't caught, you could drive around the city in a supercar, but if you are caught, you're going to have to suffer a lot."

A policewoman next to her reminded in a low voice.

"Superintendent, if the chief hears this, he will definitely accuse you of being politically incorrect again."

Stings' facial muscles twitched.

Jack next to him said, "Hey, let us go. If you say you're going to arrest us, what else can we do besides beating us up until the trial?"

"The worst I can do is just a few months. Let me tell you, these days only the prison camp has a place, so if you can't get enough guarantees, you have to be released early."

Over the past 50 years, dramatic changes in social structure have greatly increased the proportion of the poorest people.

The economic recession, the global financial crisis, and the growing poverty rate have created a large number of underclass and marginalized classes in cities.

In today's era, the right to education is firmly in the hands of companies. For ordinary people, let alone climbing up, it is good enough not to decline.

Oh, you are already at the bottom and marginalized class of society, and there is no room for decline?

That's fine.

Most people in this world, when they first see their parents when they come into this world, are [-]% what they will be like in the future.

When I first saw the environment I was in, I realized that it was one thousand percent myself. From now on, I would never be able to escape from the plight of poverty.

Technology is everywhere, but rapidly developing technology will always only take care of a very small number of people at the top of the pyramid.

Stings himself came out of Heywood.

But he knew that people like him were cases that could not be used as a reference.

In addition to him, there is another Haywood man who plays basketball and also gets the opportunity to change his destiny.

There are very few people like them in such a big Heywood.

More other Haywood people either joined the Valentino Gang and were shot to death by flying bullets at some point.

Or just be an unknown ordinary person, and then be shot to death by flying bullets one day.

Even if you are lucky enough to not be involved in various accidents in your life, you will definitely be squeezed to death in this life.

So Stings doesn't say, "Get down to business, Jack."

It's not Jack's fault.

It's the world's fault!

It's Night City's fault!

It is the fault of a company that takes everything away from people and then gives a little to make people grateful!

……

Just like Jack said, the NCPD doesn't have enough cells to house thieves like them.

Even if they were really stuffed in, they would only be locked up for a few months at most.

Moreover, they will be released early because there are not enough cells.

Night City is just that.

There are so many criminals that there is no room for them in the cells.

NCPD receives dozens of police calls every minute.

50.00% of the NCPD police force is assigned to North Oak and Charter Hill.

The former is the mansion of dignitaries, and the latter is the paradise of the middle class.

The other 40.00% is guarded in the company square and the municipal center.

Only less than 5.00% are responsible for the security of other areas of Night City.

This shows that the NCPD police force is stretched thin.

Therefore, petty theft is not even a problem in Night City.

Even if Jack hadn't touched a rich man's car, Stings might have turned a blind eye for the sake of his fellow countrymen.

Of course, it would definitely not work if we just let it go.

Give them a good beating first so that they can remember it for a long time.

Then throw them to the trash can.

Just when Stings was about to do this, an unexpected person appeared.

Chapter No.17 This accent is at least the level of a colonel

"Are these two thieves? Ordinary street scum?"

A man in a suit with a colonel-level accent walked over.

Stings covered his face.

"Fuck, why is he here?"

Kaoru Fujioka, a wealthy man from Japan, has more wealth than everyone in Heywood combined.

There are only four Swords of Renfield Lake Lady in the city.

Supercar, owner of one.

At the same time, it was also the man in a suit that Su Xiao had seen on the computer before, advocating hunting down poor people.

Stings didn’t want Kaoru Fujioka to get involved.

These rich people never treat poor people as human beings.

If Jack and the girl fell into his hands, their lives might be lost.

So he hurriedly said: "They have been arrested, Mr. Fujioka, we will take them away now."

But what Fujioka Kaoru said next was beyond his expectation.

"You are all in vain. I don't have time to testify in court or cooperate with your investigation."

Stings was stunned.

Some people can't believe that this rich man can be so easy to talk to.

Then he asked tentatively.

"A-are you saying to let them go, sir?"

"I mean throw the two of them into the sea, handcuffed and with their legs broken, so that they don't float up."

After saying these words, Fujioka Kaoru left with his two bodyguards who looked like sumo wrestlers.

Stings stared at Kaoru Fujioka's back.

It took perseverance to keep from spitting.

He knew that these rich people all had the same moral character.

"Do you... all understand?"

Stings winked at his men.

Anyway, after Fujioka Kaoru left, how would he know whether they really threw these two people into the sea.

These rich people are just annoying. Even though they are public officials and not his subordinates, they still use such arrogant and arrogant tone.

The police officers holding the two men down took out their sticks.

Just when they were about to take action, a cylinder was suddenly thrown from not far away.

Dazzling white light suddenly erupted from the ground, occupying everyone's field of vision.