After Beating the Game, I Became the Villain BOSS-Chapter 220 - 176: Raid on the Raven’s Nest

The High-Tech Park is situated between the Rust Wall District and the Lakefront Business District.

This area boasts a bustling cluster of modern buildings, with towering glass facades reflecting the sunlight, exuding a strong high-tech atmosphere.

Wide streets connect the buildings, where business people in suits can be seen everywhere, some sitting in cafes staring at their laptops, others busy talking on their phones as they walk.

Upon closer inspection, you would find that these well-dressed "elites" are all marked by anxiety on their faces and in their eyes.

The Black Ark landed in a corporate park.

Dongdong looked through the window at those white-collar workers and asked, "Boss, the environment here is so beautiful, why do they all look so unhappy?"

Su Mo replied, "Because this is a furnace."

Dongdong: "A furnace?"

Su Mo said meaningfully, "If the Northern Industrial Development Zone is a sweatshop where countless workers make up the assembly line with their bodies."

"Then the High-Tech Park is a big furnace, burning the youth and dreams of young people in exchange for the splendid prosperity of New Moon City."

Dongdong thought for a moment and asked, "But working here must earn a lot of money, right?"

Su Mo: "Yes, the people working here have high salaries, live in high-end apartments that cost over ten thousand a month, eat organic strawberries that cost hundreds of Moon Coins a box, and usually wear suits and drink coffee."

"But so what? They go to work at sunrise, come home at midnight, devote all their personal time to the company, and live in endless KPIs, with no life of their own."

"Apart from the difference in what they eat and where they live, where do you think the difference is between them and the people at the lower levels?"

Dongdong leaned on the car window thinking, "If they're so unhappy, why don't they leave and find a more relaxed job?"

Su Mo smiled, "People are inherently lazy. Once they're used to a high-quality life, they naturally want to maintain it and are unwilling to go back to the hard days."

Dongdong turned back with a sweet smile, "I don't think so. If you ever fall on hard times, I'll stay with you in a little rundown house. We can eat street noodles every day, or at worst, sleep under a bridge~"

Su Mo smiled knowingly and rubbed Dongdong's head, "Oh, how could I let Dongzai suffer like that? The hard days are long past, things will only get better. Let's go."

"Let's go~" Dongdong opened the car door and got out.

This time, they were supposed to pick up a batch of precision electronic component materials.

Typically, picking up goods didn't require Su Mo's personal involvement, but he had just obtained his F1 license and wanted to drive the Black Ark more to get familiar with the ride.

The two of them spent some time loading the goods into the car, filling the Black Ark to the brim.

Dongdong wiped the thin sweat from his forehead and said, "Boss, I just saw that the mall over there sells ice cream. I'm going to buy one, do you want one?"

Su Mo: "Yes, buy me a vanilla one, please."

"Got it." Dongdong ran towards the mall and disappeared around the corner.

Su Mo leaned against the car body, waiting for Dongdong to return.

After a while, a small figure emerged from the corner.

It was a ragged and filthy little boy, looking only seven or eight years old, wearing a tattered cloth pouch on his waist and holding a bowl in his hand.

The little boy walked up to Su Mo and looked at him with those pitiful big eyes, "Brother, can you spare me some change..."

The High-Tech Park borders the Rust Wall District, and it's common for poor children or homeless children to appear.

After all, the salaries here are high, and the security isn't as strict as in the Lakefront Business District, making it a suitable place for begging.

Su Mo was not an overly sympathetic saint, but for such effortless tasks, he would generally help if he could, as surviving in this city was too difficult for the weak.

Su Mo pulled a 10 Moon Coin bill from his pocket and placed it in the little boy's bowl, "Take it and buy something to eat."

The little boy kept bowing, "Thank you, brother!"

Not long after the little boy left, seven or eight more dirty children appeared from nowhere.

The children ran over and surrounded Su Mo, all looking at him with pitiful eyes.

Su Mo was a little helpless.

The most feared thing when giving charity is encountering this sort of situation.

After giving to one, then others come over asking you, and whether you give or not, it feels like a dilemma.

It's not about how much money you give; Su Mo wasn't short on charity money.

But something originally done out of goodwill turning into a forceful expectation made him feel uncomfortable.

But there was no other way now; if he didn't give, the other children might snatch the little boy's money when they went back, indirectly causing harm.

Su Mo helplessly pulled out his wallet, counting money note by note, "One for each of you, no more, just..."

"Bang!" The gunshot rang out without warning.

A bullet hit the back of Su Mo's head, spreading a gruesome spray of blood.

The originally begging little boy stood in the shadows, holding a gun pulled from his pouch, his pitiful expression long gone, replaced by viciousness and savagery.

Su Mo fell in a pool of blood, and the surrounding beggar children not only didn't flee, but their eyes turned sharp, pulling guns from their pouches and shooting at him wildly.

"Bang bang bang bang bang——"

The children surrounded Su Mo, continuously firing until his body was riddled, blood flowing all over the ground.

Just as they thought Su Mo was dead, the bloody corpse suddenly rose up violently.

"Swish——" A fierce skeletal claw swept across their bodies, causing blood to gush as they were torn apart.

The little boy in the distance saw the situation turn bad and tried to run.

Su Mo pulled out a hand cannon and with a "bang," blew his head off.