Players Invade Cyberpunk-Chapter 732 - 236: Police and Civilians Are One Family
"Corporate dogs, get out of Taiping Continent! This place doesn't belong to you!"
"This company wants to control us by controlling the suppressants. They want us all to become slaves!"
"They killed Karl, such a good kid. I watched him grow up."
"Drive them out! Freedom belongs to Taiping Continent!"
Early in the morning, before players were even online, Lin Miao's temporary administration hall set up at Great Empire Mall was surrounded inside and out.
One by one, ragged homeless people held high banners and cardboard signs, shouting with full energy. There might be a hundred of them.
On those cardboard banners, the black hole LOGO of Horizon Corporation was drawn with marker, with a big cross over it, inscribed with phrases like "Get out" and "You're not welcome here."
Cunning people!
A bunch of cunning people!
Night shift cops got so angry seeing this scene that their foreheads nearly blew up.
No one knows better than these officers employed from outside districts what Horizon Corporation has done since entering Taiping Continent.
After Reaver followed them into Taiping Continent, they began tallying populations, registering identities, and tracking employment, keeping so busy that their feet barely touched the ground. They've been cleaning up the aftermath left by gangs with those mercenaries, hardly having time to exploit locals.
Besides, being seasoned cops, a brief glance was enough for them to see that every one of those shoes belonged to junkies, and their excitement was unmistakably the effect of drugs not yet worn off.
A few night shift officers quickly moved a cabinet to block the door, pulled out guns, and loaded them. Gang attacks on NCPD police stations were nothing new; everyone was familiar with it.
An old detective looked at Reaver, who wasn't on night shift but hadn't gone home.
"What should we do?"
A young detective sneered
"Maybe just start shooting, these trash are just wasting resources alive anyway."
Reaver, just woken up and understanding the situation, said
"We can't shoot. These guys are definitely following orders from someone to cause trouble. If you shoot and kill someone, it'll bring trouble for the company."
The young detective was a bit dissatisfied
If it were in another district, he could shoot trash like this dead in the street and no one would call the police. Even the Cleaner wouldn't bother collecting their rotten organs.
But now, he has to hold back for the company's reputation, could only complain on the side
"Really feeding donkey liver and lungs to a good heart."
Reaver knew the remark wasn't aimed at him. Facing this tricky situation, he could only take a middle-ground approach.
"Better report it up first, see what the higher-ups say."
Cops are corporate dogs, reporting never goes wrong.
"Hmm... I see."
After receiving the report, Lin Miao wasn't in a rush. He crawled out of bed and then called Gloria.
Despite it being just five or six o'clock, she'd arrived early at the hospital, wearing a loose white coat, looking quite the intellectual researcher.
"Mr. Lin, what's up?"
"What's the progress on the neural regulator ERO worked on recently?"
Human willpower can be extremely strong, even enduring torture to the bone can be tolerated.
But human willpower is futile against chemistry.
One shot of anesthetic and even if you were the reincarnation of Lamborghini, you'd close your eyes, turning into a dead fish at others' disposal.
And the effects of drugs are far stronger than anesthetics. They don't just affect your endorphins, dopamine, and norepinephrine secretion but can even directly control your memory and brain, making you never forget the pleasure drugs bring.
But in 2076, the development of neural implants never stopped. Even a borderline medical company like ERO is fully capable of high-intensity brain modifications, just lacking the ability to produce implants.
Even the crazy Vortex Gang dared to do this.
Companies not developing doesn't mean they don't know this technology, just that there's no need.
After all, drugs are the best tools to anesthetize the lower class, depriving them of willpower and resistance, and the finest oil-extracting machines. Why would they develop antidote tools?
They're only interested in how to make you more addicted.
"Hmm, the experiment phase has begun, just lacking human subjects. We're considering recruiting the first batch of volunteers from Dragon Field but there are certain risks."
Gloria was amazed by Arturo's Super Dream technology, easily manipulating users' emotions, controlling corresponding psychological reactions through neural endocrine, not something an average Mewtwo editor can do.
He's absolutely the unrivaled top genius encountered in her career, not inferior to the legendary Judy.
If Arturo wanted, he could make someone live a lifetime in a Super Dream, truly going without food or sleep, starving and dying of thirst.
With his help, ERO's neural regulator research progressed quickly.
However, though Dragon Field has many drug addicts, they're mostly in mid-addiction, not at the brink of life or death.
"No need."
Lin Miao smiled
"A batch of severely addicted test subjects will soon be sent your way, cooperate with Super Dream to heal them well."
As soon as Taiping Continent was entered, someone started stirring trouble. The identity wasn't important; what matters is someone trying to spoil the locals' impression of Horizon Corporation.
