Players Invade Cyberpunk-Chapter 733 - 236: Police and Citizens United as One (Part 2)
Is fame important?
Sometimes it's very important.
But sometimes it's not important at all.
[Side Quest: Stare into the Abyss]
[Quest Background: A group of addicts gathered in front of the Great Empire Mall, seemingly unhappy with our anti-drug policy, protesting and marching]
[Quest Introduction: Our ERO medical institution is experimenting with reversing human brain addiction symptoms, urgently needing a group of volunteers to participate]
[Quest Reward: Escort an addict to the ERO hospital, receive 100 Orokin]
Do you know what Lord Dong looks down on the most?
Addicts.
Goodwill isn't meant for these people.
Besides, Lin Miao only cares about the players' reputation, not you NPCs.
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"What did the boss say!"
The number of addicts outside the door was growing, waving banners and pressing closer to the mall entrance. Many held wooden sticks and steel rods, and with their quality, the detectives wouldn't be surprised by what they might do.
It's not that they were afraid of death—the detectives had guns and combat implants. A bunch of scrawny drug dealers couldn't possibly take them on.
But Reaver and several veteran detectives were holding back the younger ones from shooting to kill, just firing warning shots at most.
Reaver blinked.
"He said reinforcements are on the way, just watch them and don't let them escape; and also, don't kill them."
Everyone immediately understood, put away their guns, and pulled out batons from behind their waists.
A so-called unruly mob, just like these people in front of us.
About a hundred or so people, crowded at the entrance, each holding signs, without order or rules, even bickering among themselves. If the people behind them hadn't promised a week's supply after this, they would've started fighting each other already.
The addicts had heard of the company's notorious reputation, but just to get another fix, they feared nothing, not even death.
Besides, weren't there so many of them?
No matter how powerful this company was, they wouldn't kill them all in broad daylight, right?
What they didn't know was that within the ranks, someone really had a gun, and they were here to kill and sow discord.
Just as the addicts were self-reassuring, a rush of footsteps sounded from the outskirts of the crowd, accompanied by a shout as if starved and thirsty.
"Where's my hundred bucks? Where's my hundred bucks?"
Hearing the voice, the addicts on the outer edge turned their heads first, only to see a cloaked figure of a cockroach appear at the street corner, leading the charge, holding a Three-Pure Happy Stick in his hand.
"Damn commoners, how dare you block the door? Looks like you're terrorists rebelling against Super Earth's rule! Deserve to die!"
Although not from the Truth Department, at this moment, he was possessed by the spirit of management-style democracy, armed with the education stick, charging forward for the Super Balloon!
Wha... what?
What does this guy mean with his shouting?
The addicts hadn't reacted yet when suddenly a large group of people emerged from the street corners, their greedy and bloodthirsty eyes fixed on them as if eyeing a fine piece of meat, sending chills down their spines.
Compassion?
Once the players knew the identity of those blocking the door, it was non-existent.
If gangs were just red-named monsters that dropped gear when killed, and the players didn't feel disgust or hatred when dealing with them, then facing addicts and drug dealers was just stick-to-flesh action.
My heartfelt words are all hidden in my baton, listen with your heart, filled with nothing but 'love' for you.
Seeing reinforcements arrive, the officers inside also wanted to rush out to help, but the players wouldn't let anyone come out and steal their DPS, so they rushed to the door to block the police
"Hey, hey, hey!! Officers, there's no need to trouble you with such a small matter. Police-citizen cooperation, everyone has a responsibility to fight drug dealers, leave it all to us."
"This... this isn't right."
Police-citizen cooperation—when have the officers working at NCPD heard such words? Their hearts warmed instantly, insisting on going out no matter what.
"It's fine, it's fine."
While trying to get out and help beat people, blocking them relentlessly, but both sides' faces brimmed with enthusiastic smiles, making the scene especially bizarre.
Bang!
"Gunfire outside! All units on guard!"
"No, officer, you must've heard wrong. We're setting off fireworks. There were some leftover from a few days ago. Isn't it lively now? Just celebrating a bit."
"Fireworks in broad daylight?" 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶
"When you're happy, you can set them off anytime. Want to try a couple?"
The view was completely blocked by the player-created human wall, so they couldn't see what was happening outside. They could only hear the dull sound of batons hitting bodies and the addicts' shrill screams.
But looking at these enthusiastic and friendly citizens in front, how could one not be moved? What kind of life was it before?
NCPD is an outsourced company with little government funding, responsible for its own profits and losses, and as law enforcement, they have no easy way to profit. So, they can only take bribes, which naturally have nothing to do with the gang's bribes flowing to the lower-ranking officers, directly resulting in their legitimate income being low. They have to resort to extorting others or shops, colluding with gangs to make ends meet.
For those with revenge on their minds and a conscience, it's torturous, either sinking into this life together or being eliminated as a heretic. How could they build such a good relationship with citizens?
As for the addicts?
A nobody lying on the street.
