Chapter 441 Moral Logic Trap (II) (Supplement)

The best weapons often have a resounding record. It can even be said that the most famous weapons are not necessarily the most powerful weapons.

And a person who has the desire to create and tries to make the best weapons, no matter how you think about it, has no reason to miss such a competition-

especially when this competition may be related to its other tasks.

Car manufacturers will participate in racing competitions, prosthetic manufacturers will participate in unlimited sports, and gun manufacturers will participate in shooting competitions.

An extreme and brutal race that shows all the performance of vehicles and weapons, and puts life and speed together. It is an unprecedented competition.

Right in Night City.

Starting from the Badlands, contestants can choose a starting point and enter the city through more than a dozen highways, passing through the Santo Domingo Coronado Farm with only low buildings, and merge into the city highway leading to the Liquor District, passing through the northern area of ​​​​Taiping State, bypassing the company square from Heywood, passing through Westbrook, entering the Kabuki District from the bridge, and finally arriving in Watson District.

The end is on the riverbank outside the Afterlife Nightclub, just in time to see the company square.

Traverse all major urban areas, all gangs' main control areas and headquarters, and make sure that everyone in Night City can see them.

"Extreme Metal. Are you crazy?!"

Jefferson's face changed as soon as he opened the chip!

This is not a race, this is a city war!

These routes are designed to be both free and cruel. Each area does not limit the detailed route, but it is inevitable to squeeze into a crowded avenue when going to the next area-

No restrictions on weapons, which means heavy machine guns, rocket launchers, full-body prostheses, explosives, armed vehicles and even armored vehicles can appear!

These adrenaline-filled thugs have such a race in Night City.

How many people will die and how many buildings will be damaged?

How much economic loss will be caused?

Even street guys like Jack and V were shocked when they saw Lil's idea-

I have seen madness, but I have never seen active war.

But Lil thinks this is the best solution.

The emergence of the Brain Demon Gang confirms one thing: power does not like a vacuum.

When the Night City government ignores those ordinary people, they will be induced and ruled by those who are stronger than these lower classes but weaker than the company and the Night City Hall.

Yesterday it was Jotaro Masahiro, now it is the Brain Demon Gang, who will it be tomorrow?

It's time to determine what tomorrow will look like.

"Yes, many people will die - but believe me, if people know where and when the gunfight will take place, they will hide at home and will not be killed by bullets flying from nowhere.

If you know that your classmates are going to go to school today to kill people, will you still go to school?"

Many people die in Night City every year due to the problem of the proliferation of armed forces. Most people suddenly find that rockets and bullets have broken into their lives in their daily lives.

It can be said that even if there was no such incident, they would have been living in a battlefield for a long time, but they didn't know when the place they were in would become a place of exchange of fire.

If a battlefield is demarcated and a time is specified, then those who insist on appearing here can only be warriors.

Warriors are born to put their heads on their belts.

As for the associated economic losses.

"According to my understanding." Reil paused, "What Night City lacks the least is liquidity. This plan can also reduce the number of deaths. I mean ordinary people."

"You don't think that once the NCPD issues a notice, everyone will hide at home obediently, right?"

"So I have some friends who may be more persuasive than the NCPD."

Jefferson was stunned.

If others say this, he will treat it as fart, but it is different for Reil-

The "NCPD" Six Street Gang in Santo Domingo has been fucked by them;

Valentino in Heywood has been taken by them to fuck others;

The Night Walkers in the Bad Land were beaten so hard that they dared not even enter the city. Adecado is their good brother;

The Tiger Claw Gang has also been fucked;

Even the Whirlpool Gang in Watson District is obedient. It is said that they have been heard promoting some Burger King special software during this period.

The thugs in the city are all in the trend of owning an armed Mackinaw. The NCPD also purchased the Mackinaw as a modified police car to carry the Centaur mecha.

It's not that Reil has some persuasive friends.

But he himself is very convincing.

Just Jefferson's vision, thinking about it, he suddenly found

This crazy idea is actually quite reasonable in theory.

And the route planned by Lille just bypasses the company square, the municipal center and Taipingzhou. If you think about it carefully, it is actually a very measured route.

As long as the scale is established, the company will definitely be very happy to sponsor some equipment to display the products.

Once the company sponsors, the technical strength is guaranteed, and the gang can also get material support. With money and appearance, it can recruit new people.

The gangs that are developing quietly in the dark have to weigh it: If they miss this competition, where will they recruit people?

This is not only to seduce Muramasa to participate in the competition, but also to force him to consider the pros and cons. If the gang it supports cannot get up, how to solve the contract with the Europeans will be a long way off.

Europeans might as well just choose a local gang to sponsor.

As for the dead contestants.

Just as Lille said, Jefferson suddenly had a very recognized idea in his mind:

They deserved to die.

Workers should work, farmers should farm, and students should study

If you want to fight, you must be prepared to die.

There is only one problem.

"If you lose--"

"If I lose, it will be counterproductive. Yes, it is that simple and direct.

We don't have to spend time investigating those tunnels, investigating the thoughts of the wandering AI, investigating the dark corners of Night City, and what small-scale gangs like the Brain Demon Gang and the Slaughterhouse have been secretly accumulating strength--

When we win, everything will be the same as before."

The Brain Demon Gang has developed into a very difficult opponent. This success depends entirely on accidents:

According to the situation read from Joestar's mother's broken memory, the whole thing was an accident.

The abnormal reaction of the stall owner was that she saw her son and pointed out a way for him;

Why did she invite him into the trap when she was obviously not as strong as Lil? It was because she didn't think so much at all--

She just wanted to see her son and give him the best thing she got.

The Brain Demon Gang just made an unexpected mistake: they chose the woman with the strongest willpower, who withstood the most skill chip data flow and became a mature host. The reason she supported her in doing all this was that she wanted to give her son something good, to save him and find him back.

It just so happened that her son was not dead yet and she saw him.

There is no doubt that for the Brain Demon Gang, their host had cyberpsychosis.

But what about the other guys in the dark corners?

There are not so many coincidences.

Lille looked into Jefferson's eyes and said word by word: "Compared to endless and random battles, we use a fair and square battle to defeat them.

Tell those who are unable to fight, unwilling to fight, and dare not fight who is the winner and what they should do.

Soldiers are born to put their heads on their belts, and civilians

If they don't have the courage, they just hide at home, which is already merciful."

Jefferson didn't have a headache.

On the contrary, he had a strong urge to recognize Lille.

Yes, people should do what they should do.

It was really strange. Last time, although he wanted to recognize Lear, his head hurt so much.

He just had some doubts that needed to be resolved and thought about.

"I'll think about it."

Jefferson nodded slightly.

Just when Lear thought that today was the end, Jefferson suddenly said, "But this collapse. This is an illusion. What are you hiding?"

After saying this, his eyes lit up slightly, as if he deliberately let Lear hear that he did not hide the fact that he was communicating.

".Come back, ma'am." After saying that, he looked at Lille, "Since we are partners, I will let you go this time, and it will not happen again, Mr. Burger King."

Lille watched Jefferson silently turn and walk towards the hovercraft--

Then he suddenly said: "Mr. Perales, you were born in an ordinary family in Heywood, and it is really admirable that you escaped from that shithole by studying.

It must be very difficult for the person who paid for your studies. What I am covering up is that such a person was not eaten alive by Night City and thrown into the garbage dump."

Perales was stunned for a moment, and suddenly the headache came again. He frowned slightly and looked at Lille: "Do you think I am a bad person?"

"It's hard to say." Lille looked at him and said, "I just explain it to you-as a partner."

"If you are saving people, you..."

Halfway through the words, his head began to hurt.

What people who paid for my studies.

What was eaten alive and thrown into the garbage.

Jefferson's headache suddenly became more severe. He looked at Lille's artificial eyes coldly, got in the car, and closed the door.

Watching the hovercraft take off, V suddenly asked curiously: "What were you arguing with him about just now?"

"Nothing, I just can't stand people showing off in front of me."

[Recipient: Brick]

[Lille: Is everything normal? ]

[Brick: Huh? Pretty normal? ]

In a small alley, Brick, who was helping his younger brother stand guard and prepare for the reception, looked at the street in confusion.

But what he couldn't see was that there was a small hovercraft hovering in the air.

In fact, it was not just him who couldn't see it, because the car

was completely invisible.