Players Invade Cyberpunk-Chapter 685 - 222: Never Underestimate Their Shamelessness_2

"Ah! My hand! My hand is stuck inside, boss, come save me!"

While saying this, he was wildly waving his bleeding severed arm, splattering blood everywhere. The scene was so dramatic that even the boss was stunned.

Muttering to himself, he thought, a double hit, such good luck today?

You should know he can get a 500 commission for signing one of these.

But he didn't think much of it, after all, who in their right mind would joke about their hand and debt?

He quickly walked over to where Brother Dao was crying his eyes out, and Brother Dao, like seeing a savior, immediately lunged at him, pushing his blood-covered severed arm into the boss's face, spraying blood all over him.

"Boss! Boss, look, my hand is broken, it hurts so much, what should I do? Boss, you have to help me, I know you are a good person! Right?"

The blood even splashed into the boss's mouth. He wanted to get angry, but when he thought about the money, he had no choice but to suppress his anger, gently pushing aside the severed arm with his fingers.

"Take... take it away, just take your hand away, and we can talk."

However, the next second, the severed hand was forced back in front of the boss by Brother Dao, with a voice full of lamentation, completely different from the previous Alex.

"Boss, as long as you can save me, if you don't abandon me, I am willing to recognize you as my godfather! Working at least 16 hours a day, and never missing a tribute every month!"

Psychopath, what does your long work hours have to do with me?

But no worries, thinking about the 500 Orokin, I'll endure.

The boss restrained his urge to beat up the guy in front of him, routinely pulling out a contract and placing it in front of Brother Dao.

After seeing the contract, Brother Dao stopped making a scene, blinking slightly, he immediately signed the contract without thinkin, then said affectionately.

"Boss, I knew you cared about me."

"Take him to the medical room and let the doctor fit him with a prosthetic limb."

"Boss! From now on, you are my godfather! No! My godfather! I will take care of you in your old age!"

Screw off!

Who the hell wants a pathetic godchild like you?

Just looking at this idiot for one more second shortens my lifespan.

[Shitty Warrior: Damn, what a supreme horse? A prosthetic limb with a market value of 8000 Orokin? Is this factory so awesome it wholesales blue equipment? Monthly repayments of 250 Orokin, over 5 years, no returns, no exchanges, no repairs, what kind of ridiculous contract is this, what kind of brain-dead person would sign this? Brother Dao, did you sell yourself to a shady factory by the pound?]

Amidst Brother Dao's laughing antics, the assembly line continued to operate normally, those pulverized human flesh mixed with synthetic meat being sent to the processing center, no one cared whose mouths it would eventually end up in.

And on the way to the medical room, Brother Dao saw more things.

As one of the oldest living creatures, cockroaches thrived even in Night City, naturally, they were abundant here.

The meat processing plant was a paradise for American cockroaches, with rotting moldy meat scraps everywhere to feed on. They didn't even mind the massive humans walking around, boldly swarming the factory floor.

Even if some unlucky soul got stepped on by a passing worker, the worker would just glance down and walk away.

Those daring enough even climbed the roaring, vibrating machinery, moving on the workers' arms to eat freshly ground meat, daring even when some were knocked onto the conveyors and smashed with the blades to be made into hot dogs, it mattered not.

So-called food safety was non-existent in this profit-driven wilderness, no one cared how the food they ate tomorrow was made.

Perhaps they guessed, or maybe they'd known all along, but they acted as if they didn't know, consuming the synthetic meat foods bite after bite.

After all, in this era, it wasn't just their taste buds that were numb.

At the end of the meat cutting assembly line was the fat section, where meat slices and chunks were glued together with synthetic glutaminase and solidified, creating the artificial meat sold on the market.

Those large, three-person-high plastic barrels were filled with snowy white fat, full to the brim, the air filled with the scent of meat and fat mixed together.

It was much cleaner here, as if a cockroach fell in at this stage, even an idiot could see it.

When Brother Dao passed by an oil barrel, under the bright light on the ceiling, a shadow inside the barrel caught his eye, human-sized, human-shaped. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

It was fixed inside, unmoving, wrapped together with the solidified fat.

Brother Dao guessed what it was, after all, the fat was slippery and it evaporated. Someone accidentally slipped into a barrel of semi-solidified fat was quite normal.

And after falling in, the semi-solidified fat would slowly drag them down, it was impossible to get them out, even reheating wouldn't save them.

Instead of wasting time and effort, it was better to wait until the fat was used up, then fish out the already rotten, maggot-infested corpse.

"....."

Whole Foods Factory.....

Brother Dao swore never to eat this company's food again.

The newly fitted prosthetic limb's fingers moved somewhat stiffly, though refurbished, some usage marks were still visible, Brother Dao commissioned the cop to check the back label and QR code.

The result was the QR code was fake. Despite the website looking very similar to Crow Technology's official site, it was just a mimic site, serving no purpose, just for show.