Moreover, it wasn't the first time that the players encountered something inhumane being done by a corporation. Using explosives to damage the opponent's property was nothing but impotent rage. To truly defeat these companies and make them pay for their actions, one must topple them ideologically.

Otherwise, it's not just ten; there might be thousands of children suffering from experiments in places unseen by the players.

But that doesn't stop the players from taking this chance to show Zeta Technology a little something.

Brother Ni: "Alright, sigh... We will rescue the people. Remember to stay away from the relevant floors then, so you don't get hurt accidentally."

Hassan nodded and hurriedly got up to leave.

Inside, he felt like a stormy sea, with waves crashing and tossing.

If Zeta Technology is such a company, then what does that make him, a Zeta Technology employee?

Could this be the first time he saw the company doing something immoral?

Impossible. It's just that this time he was too close to it, saw it too clearly, and couldn't pretend not to know.

Just

I'm nothing but a trivial person, and coming to this point can be considered as atonement. What happens next has nothing to do with me...

Maybe...

Back at the company, Hassan continued to bury his head in his work at his workstation, concentrating more than ever because only like this could he avoid thinking about anything else.

But causality is an indescribable thing; some matters can't be escaped even if you want to.

In the evening, Jiao Ao squatted on a toilet in the company bathroom, planning to relax a bit with a smoke in this little leisure moment, when he suddenly heard two people come in, chatting casually while using the facilities.

One person asked, "What do you draw their blood for?"

The other replied, "Physical examination? What if a hereditary brain disease affects the experimental results?"

"Stop talking nonsense, I saw you draw blood twice with my own eyes, and you hid one sample."

"Don't you dare speak carelessly."

The person whose lie was exposed suddenly got nervous, lowering his voice to warn the other

"If you don't want to die, keep your mouth shut, at worst, I'll cut you in."

"Heh heh."

"Then I'm an accomplice too, tell me what business this is?"

"What else, just utilizing waste, anyway the company only wants their brains, the rest would be better off benefiting us than going to waste."

"You're saying..."

"Yes, our project leader has a channel to offload those things. The demand from those rich people is significant. Once tissue matching is done, we easily earn tens of thousands."

With the biological medical technology of this era, as long as the matching is successful, the success rate of organ transplants is nearly 100%.

"Even if the match doesn't interest anyone, those bosses are willing to pay to buy the rest, the skin, flesh, and bones of children fetch quite a bit of money."

The person's tone was smug, as if he discovered an incredible business opportunity.

The other person asked puzzled, "What do they do with those things when they buy them?"

"Eat, I heard they believe eating this raw meat keeps them young, the skin can make clothes, bones make accessories, who knows what those rich people think."

"But what does it have to do with us, getting paid is all that matters, the street is full of these parentless brats, sending them off is considered a good deed, hoping for them to be reborn well."

"You're really conscientious."

"What conscience do you need to make money, isn't money made heartlessly a bit more?"

"You're right, ha ha ha."

After an unknown period, when silence fell again outside the restroom, Hassan finally opened the toilet door and walked out.

But his eyes were vacant, his face pale, and he had even bitten through his lips.

Maybe squatting for too long made his legs numb, causing him to limp and look desolate as he walked.

I heard nothing, I know nothing... things have already been left to those mercenaries, I'm just a small person, this matter has nothing to do with me...

He repeatedly recited these words in his heart, attempting to make himself forget these things.

Yet, the more he tried to forget, the more unforgettable it became.

Strong moral guilt weighed heavily on Hassan's heart, even causing him to hallucinate.

He visibly withered at an accelerated pace.

Of course, he didn't forget to punch the clock when leaving the restroom.

The bright red panel popped up a message

[Hassan]

[Excretion time: 15.3 minutes, 12 minutes overtime absence]

[Deduct 150 Orokin from this month's salary]

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Another day passed, and everything continued as usual. Especially after the redevelopment of the Taiping Continent resumed, the streets of Night City became increasingly bustling, often seeing some large construction equipment being sent to Dog Town, or another skyscraper collapsing into rubble amidst roaring explosions.

Taking advantage of the commotion from the Taiping Continent, the players' underground activities didn't draw anyone's attention.

After all, now that the fog of war had been cleared from the sewers of Night City, it was like returning home for the players, all so familiar.

But modifying the company's sewage pipes had to involve equipment like cutting machines, and with the building's several underground levels right next to it, exposure was easy. Therefore, a group of players was arranged upstairs to form a construction team, pulling up banners on the main road, and making a show of hammering with drills under the pretense of road maintenance.

Given Night City's terrible grassroots management, noticing something amiss within two days would be considered quick.

In the dark and damp sewers, Tutu was hoisting a high-pressure water cutter and measuring up to the sewage pipes.

The high-temperature laser cutting might get detected by the company's radar, so they had to settle for the next best thing.