The best weapons often have loud war records; one could even say that the most famous weapons are not necessarily the most powerful ones.
And a person with a creative desire, trying to make the best weapon, has no reason to miss such a competition no matter how you think about it—
Especially if this competition might be related to their other tasks.
Car manufacturers participate in race competitions, prosthetics manufacturers take part in unrestricted sports events, and firearm manufacturers join shooting contests...
An extre and brutal race, showcasing all the performance of vehicles and weapons, tying life and speed together, an unprecedented competition.
Right in Night City.
Starting from Evil Land, participants choose any starting point, passing through multiple highways into the urban area, all the way through the low-rise buildings of Santo Domingo Coronado Farm, rging into the city highway towards the Scenic Area, passing through the northern region of Taiping State, bypassing Company Square via Haywood, passing through Westbrook, crossing the bridge into Geisha District, and finally arriving at Watson District...
With the finish line at the riverbank outside the Afterlife nightclub, just enough to see Company Square.
Traversing all major districts, the main control areas and headquarters of all gangs, ensuring all Night City residents can witness it...
"Extre tal... are you crazy?!"
Jefferson’s face turned ashen the mont he opened the chip!
This was not a race; it was urban warfare!
The routes were designed to be both free and cruel, with no detailed route restrictions in each area, but participants would inevitably converge on a crowded avenue when moving to the next district—
No restrictions on armant ant that heavy machine guns, rocket launchers, full-body prosthetics, explosives, ard vehicles, and even armored vehicles could appear!
These adrenaline-fueled thugs engaging in such a race in Night City...
How many people would die, and how many buildings would be damaged?
How much economic loss would it cause?
Even street kids like Jack and V were shocked when they saw Lille’s plan—
They had seen madness, but not active warfare.
But Lille believed this was the best solution.
The appearance of the Brain Demon Gang confird one thing: Power does not like a vacuum.
When the Night City municipal governnt ignored the ordinary people, they would inevitably be influenced and ruled by those who were stronger than the bottom layer yet weaker than the companies and the Night City Hall.
Yesterday it was Jotaro, today it’s the Brain Demon Gang, and who knows about tomorrow?
It was ti to define what tomorrow looked like.
"Yes, many people will die—but believe , if people know where and when gunfights will happen, they will stay in their hos, and won’t get killed by stray bullets.
If you knew your classmate was going to start a massacre at school today, would you still go to school?"
Every year, many people die in Night City due to rampant ard violence; most of them are caught off guard in their daily lives, suddenly finding rockets and bullets intruding into their lives.
Even without this event, they were already living in a war zone without knowing when their place would beco a battlefield.
If a battlefield is designated and a ti is set, those who insist on being there can only be warriors.
Warriors are born to keep their heads on a swivel.
As for the collateral economic losses...
"According to my understanding," Lille paused, "the last thing Night City lacks is liquidity. This plan might even minimize the death toll... I an, ordinary people."
"You don’t think NCPD issuing an announcent will make everyone obediently hide at ho, do you?"
"That’s why I have so friends who might be more convincing than the NCPD."
Jefferson was taken aback.
If anyone else had said it, he would have thought they were blowing smoke, but it was different when Lille said it—
The "NCPD" Six Street Gang in Santo Domingo had been ssed with by them;
Valentino in Haywood had been taken along by them to ss with others;
The Night Wandering Ghosts in Evil Land had been beaten so badly they didn’t dare enter the city; Adkaduo were their good brothers;
The Tiger Claw Gang had also been ssed with by them;
Even the Vortex Gang in Watson District was subjugated, and recently, rumors had it that they were promoting so Burger King software.
The city thugs all considered owning an ard Mackinaw as trendy; the NCPD also purchased Mackinaws as modified police vehicles to transport Centaur chas...
It wasn’t that Lille had so convincing friends.
Rather, Lille himself was very convincing.
Seeing things from Jefferson’s point of view, suddenly he realized...
This crazy idea actually made a lot of sense theoretically.
Moreover, the route Lille planned subtly avoided Company Square, City Hall, and Taiping State; thinking about it, it was an extrely well-balanced route...
As long as the scale got big enough, companies would be very willing to sponsor so equipnt to showcase their products.
Once companies sponsor, the technology is guaranteed, and the gangs can get material support. With money and exposure, they can recruit new mbers...
The gangs developing quietly in the shadows would have to think twice: If they missed this competition, where would they recruit people?
It wasn’t just about enticing Munemasa to participate; it was forcing him to consider the pros and cons. If the gangs he supported couldn’t rise, how would they ever conclude contracts with the Europeans?
The Europeans might as well directly sponsor a local gang.
As for the participants who died...
As Lille said, a thought suddenly popped into Jefferson’s head that made perfect sense:
They deserved to die anyway.
Workers should work, farrs should farm, students should study...
If you want to fight, you should be prepared to die.
The only question was:
"If you lose—"
"If I lose, it backfires, yes, it’s that simple and straightforward.
We would no longer need to spend ti investigating those tunnels, figuring out the thoughts of wandering AI, digging into Night City’s dark corners to find small, yet growing gangs like the Brain Demon Gang and the Slaughterhouse.
Once we win, it’s business as usual."
The developnt of the Brain Demon Gang was a rather troubleso adversary, and this success was entirely accidental:
According to the fragnted mories retrieved from Jostar’s mother, the whole situation was just an accident.
The stall owner’s strange reaction was because she saw her son and guided him:
Why did they choose to invite Lille into their territory when their forces were clearly no match for him? Because she hadn’t thought it through—
She just wanted to see her son, to give him sothing good she had received.
The Brain Demon Gang made an unthinkable mistake: their chosen leader, the woman with the strongest willpower who resisted the most skill chip data streams and beca the mature host, was driven by the simple desire to give her son so good things, to redeem him, to find him.
It just so happened that her son wasn’t dead yet, and she saw him.
No doubt, for the Brain Demon Gang, their host had developed cyber psychosis.
But what about the other guys in the dark corners?
No such coincidences.
Lille looked into Jefferson’s eyes, and said, word by word: "Compared to endless, random battles, we’ll use an open, fair fight to crush them.
Tell those who are powerless, unwilling, or afraid to fight who the victor is and what they should do.
Warriors are born to keep their heads on a swivel, while civilians...
Without the guts, they should stay at ho; that’s already rciful."
Jefferson didn’t have a headache.
On the contrary, he had a strong impulse to agree with Lille.
Yes, everyone should do what they are supposed to do.
Strange, the last ti, although he wanted to agree with Lille, he had a terrible headache.
He just had so doubts that needed to be resolved and considered.
"I’ll think about it."
Jefferson nodded slightly.
Just when Lille thought this was the end of today’s eting, Jefferson suddenly said: "But this collapse... it’s an illusion. What are you hiding?"
After saying that, his eyes glead slightly as if he intentionally let Lille hear him, not hiding that he was communicating.
"...Co back, ma’am." After that, he looked at Lille, "Since we’re partners, I’ll let you off this ti, Mr. Burger King."
Lille watched in silence as Jefferson turned and walked towards the floating car—
Then suddenly said: "Mr. Perares, you were born into an ordinary family in Haywood and managed to climb out of that dump through education; it’s admirable.
It must have been hard for the person who supported your studies. What I’m hiding is such a person from being chewed up and spit out by Night City."
Perares was stunned for a mont, suddenly feeling a headache again. He frowned slightly and looked at Lille: "Do you think I am a bad person?"
"Hard to say." Lille looked at him, "I just wanted to explain—since we’re partners."
"If you’re saving soone, you..."
Halfway through the sentence, the headache started.
Who supported my studies...
Who got chewed up and spit out...
Jefferson’s headache suddenly intensified. He coldly glanced at Lille’s prosthetic eye, got into the car, and closed the door.
Watching the floating car take off, V suddenly asked curiously: "What were you bickering about just now?"
"Nothing, just can’t stand soone showing off in front of ."
[Recipient: Brick]
[Lille: Everything normal?]
[Brick: Huh? Yeah, it’s pretty normal.]
In a certain alley, Brick, who was standing guard for his underlings, looked at the street with confusion.
What he didn’t see was a small floating car hovering above.
In fact, it wasn’t just him who couldn’t see it because this car...
...was completely invisible.
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