A typical company definitely doesn’t qualify to do such a thing, but since Horizon Corporation is partially owned by Military Science, getting an Internet Supervisor agent to earn some extra cash isn’t impossible.
But that wasn’t the answer Brigitte wanted.
In her fury, she grabbed every driver and asked the same question, but the answers were almost identical, meaning the other party hadn’t even thought about investigating the Sea God’s subnet; she was overreacting.
The result of her overreaction was killing a group of doctors who were treating the Haitians.
Killing people in Night City is just a minor issue.
For someone like Brigitte, killing dozens is not a big deal.
But not just anyone can be killed.
At this moment, she felt countless eyes piercing her back, those were the eyes of the Haitians, ranging from terror, to confusion, to suspicion, to shock, disbelief, and finally, suspicion and indignation.
There were civilians, as well as gang members.
If it were the Haitian ruler Duvalier, this wouldn’t matter at all; anyone daring to complain would accompany these doctors to be beheaded in the street and hung as a display.
Unity and exclusion are the greatest traits of the Haitians.
Unity means you can’t do things that go against the will of the majority, otherwise, you’ll be kicked out.
The reason tyrants in small African countries can act unchecked is because they control violence, arms, and a group of terrorists willing to kill.
But in Night City, Haitians are small groups connected by blood relations. Can you make a nephew suppress his uncle, and fire on his aunt?
"Look at what you’ve done... Brigitte."
An elderly black man walked out from the residential area, leaning on a cane, his graying short hair extremely conspicuous, bearing some resemblance to Morgan Freeman, accompanied by Neptune.
"You killed a group of doctors dedicated to the Haitians."
He immediately labeled Brigitte, pinning her down with a big accusation from which she couldn’t possibly escape.
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Brigitte, looking at Neptune beside Michelle, now realized she had fallen into their trap; those photos were intentionally used by Neptune to lure her in.
"It was your foolishness that doomed yourself."
Neptune didn’t deceive Brigitte, Michelle didn’t expect this young man to have enough acting skills to fool the other party, so everything Neptune said was true.
The photos were secretly taken by him.
The Internet Supervisor did indeed go to ERO.
They indeed installed signal radar on the ambulance.
They amplified the ideological differences between Brigitte and Placid over the ’living conditions of Haitian compatriots’ into conflict, then paved the way with rumors to create a rift between them.
In the end, while wooing Placid, they gave Brigitte a shove into the abyss.
Actually, the best choice for the side being pulled in wasn’t Placid, but Michelle. However, Lin Miao didn’t know this old man before, and it was only through the Internet Supervisor’s connection that they learned of such a person.
What surprised Lin Miao even more was that this leader, supposed to be conservative, superstitious, and dull, agreed without hesitation to the conditions offered by him, a corporate shill, treating his own people and the Sea God’s subnet as expendable.
He even agreed to relinquish his position as a religious leader afterward.
Watching Brigitte and her confidants hastily retreat to their base, Michelle sighed; if he had a choice, why would he wish to lead the Haitians down a path of superstition?
He used to be a hacker.
But when impoverished and desperate, religious superstition was a far more potent spiritual drug than the internet, as well as a sedative.
People criticize religion yet forget that it was this group of diviners who fostered the Renaissance through the long Middle Ages, and they even laid the scientific foundation, producing the first batch of scientists.
Even though they did so to prove God’s existence.
Their original intention was flawed, but the execution was excellent.
Michelle looked at the dead doctors and security guards, and thought to himself,
Indeed, companies worldwide are the same, not treating them as humans but merely as consumables.
At the same time, the silent Placid received a text message
[My doctors are dead, I will demand an explanation from the Voodoo Gang, I hope you won’t mind]
Five hours after the residents’ deaths
"I swear, I will never set foot in a sewer again for the rest of my life."
Despite not being able to smell, the giant in the sewer looked at the dry, soft, dark wall in front of him, and just imagining its components made him almost vomit.
Made primarily from plastic waste, excrement, and dust, it took nearly ten years to forge the sewer blockage, and today, Jianxue actually had to drill a hole through it.
"Alright, alright, it’s as if you didn’t get paid." Potato scoffed dismissively; they aren’t afraid of corpses, yet they fear blowing up sewage.
Really, can’t you be a bit braver?
"I used to throw firecrackers into pits all the time as a kid in the countryside."
"Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, you’re a born sewage explosion maniac, satisfied now?" The giant teased while stuffing a tubular explosive into a pre-drilled hole in the wall.
When Potato published Lin Miao’s plan on the website, many mocked him for being crazy and having no bottom line, but later, cloud players actually began discussing the feasibility of the plan, and even demolition professionals started giving Potato technical guidance on how to plan demolition points, explosive yields, etc.