Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 578: Open the Door, Nine Defenses
"What's for dinner?"

"Cream of clam soup, cranberry bread, potato stew, pan-fried roasted chicken. Flavored nutritional paste."

"Nutrient cream again? Can you change it?"

"Yes, go download a treasury app. I just saw the launch of 'Engel Loan' a few days ago, which is a loan specifically for the purchase of non-staple food. Why don't you go get one? You can buy some delicious food for me as a snack."

"Forget about the loan. I'm afraid my internal organs will be ripped out."

"Why worry about it? We are so young, our organs haven't grown yet. At most, we can be taken away and transformed into zombie slaves to pay off the loan. Hey, I have another idea. Come, see that tall guy over there?"

"Uh, a patrolman from the Security Bureau."

"Well, you go steal his gun, and we'll use the guns to go to the supermarket and grab some delicious food."

"Are you mentally ill? Your arms are so thick, my brain will explode if I get punched by them!"

"You don't want to do this or that, so you still want to eat good food?"

Looking at the boy who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, squatting on the rusty outdoor air conditioner, he sneered. In front of him was a boy who was even younger.

The latter immediately wailed: "Oh my god, why is this company so bad!"

"Okay, stop talking. We still have two shipments to deliver today, so be alert and be careful not to intrude into other people's territory. If you see something bad going on, run away."

The boy jumped off the air conditioner. Through the gap in his fluttering coat, one could see a small black plastic bag tightly wrapped around his abdomen.

Seeing the boy staring at the plastic bag, the teenager was about to raise his hand to scare him when he heard the former say.

"Brother, I want to try it too."

"You're crazy!" The boy was stunned for a moment, and then he slapped the other person's forehead with his hand, which was originally just for threatening, and said, "We have seen many people whose brains were burned by eating candy! Don't say such things!"

"People who don't eat candy can't stand being taken seriously!" The boy was hit and raised his voice to defend himself, "The higher-ups don't trust us. At most, we can only do small jobs like delivering candy. We are not even eligible for gang tattoos. If we continue like this, when will we be able to raise the money for the migration certificate? Even if I eat nutritional cream for the rest of my life, it won't work."

"Without a migration permit, we will never be able to leave this slum. We have to be careful to avoid patrolling police even if we go to the city."

"That's enough, that's enough, stop talking." The boy's tone was still tough: "I've calculated it. If I save a little more and take on some private work for five more years, I can get enough money to get a migration certificate in five years at most. When we move to the city, our credit rating will improve significantly, and I'll take on the loan and we'll each get a new prosthetic body. Good days will come, right?"

"Hey, good days, good days," the boy clapped his hands twice, "I'm afraid that even if I finally get the migration permit, I'll still be thrown out like a dog."

"Brother," he said, "Will life really be good once we get to the city?"

The young man was stunned for a moment, then nodded vigorously: "There must be some, in the city, in the city. At least there must be more good stuff in the trash cans than here."

"Okay." The other party wiped his hands on his clothes and followed: "Then listen to your brother, let's deliver the goods first."

As a child born in the slums of Fandi City - of course, according to the official name of the municipal government, this area is "a promising area for future development that has been put on the agenda", there are only two options for children born here when they grow up. One is to be extremely talented, stand out after layers of screening, get a sponsorship contract from a local company, and continue their higher education.

Unfortunately, the standard for "standing out" is too strict, and for 99% of people, it is a goal that they dare not even think about. So most people actually have only one way to go.

Join a gang.

Water sources, food, garbage stations, jobs... The influence of gangs is everywhere, at least in the slums of Vandi City. In order to survive, to keep warm and seek benefits, and to live a good life, almost everyone will choose to join a gang.

In order to survive, I have to kill, and in order to fill my stomach, I have to rob.

After confirming the model of the shoes hanging on the wire once again, the boy was on the lookout while the teenager arrived at the transaction location. The transaction was completed in exchange for goods and money in the instant they passed by a car.

The boy looked at the passers-by on the street with envy. The hideous large tattoos were exposed from under the vest without any concealment, especially the majestic mechanical prosthetic limbs and the pistol glittering on the waist.

Strictly speaking, people like them are real members of the gang family, while small minions like them who can only do errands are not considered formal members of the gang at all. Even if they are killed by drug addicts during delivery, the higher-ups will scold them for being useless.

As for the local security bureau that is theoretically responsible for public security
Reduce costs, increase efficiency, and coordinate rationally.

If we just keep pouring our efforts and resources into the bottomless pit of slums, then more important urban areas, industrial areas and other places may fall into decline or even decay. For the prosperity of Vandi City, the city government made a difficult choice.
After delivering two loads of goods, the teenager and the boy were about to return to the gang base to find the cadres to collect their rewards. When they stepped into the street of their own gang, they saw a scene that they would never forget.

In the sky, lights and shadows flickered, and the shuttle opened its hatch after removing its optical camouflage. Fully armed and uniformed armed men descended from the sky one after another, like a tsunami, and broke into the gang’s base amid the sudden gunfire!

"——Open the door, Nine Defenses!"

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"President, welcome home—"

New Casting Light City, the president's office of [Jiuyu Defense].

Song Shi climbed back into the office through the window and just sat down when he heard Xia Le's message on his desk.

"President, due to our status as a 'strategic partner', we have the priority to cooperate with the Security Bureau. The latest business was outsourced to the Vandi City Security Bureau to sweep the local slums and maintain public security. The operation file has been sorted out, please remember to review it."

"In addition, I would like to point out that the Vandy City Security Bureau did not pay much for this business. But this is actually good for us. After the cleanup is completed, Jiuyu Defense can obtain the security management rights of the slums. We will gradually build a new community order and expand our influence."

"However, it is worth noting that by then we will be even more short of manpower. The human resources department is already operating at full capacity, and it is expected that within 45 natural days, the first batch of social recruits will be able to start work."

Song Shi patiently listened to the report on the thriving developments, signed a few of the piled-up documents, and was just thinking about whether to play games or watch a movie next when a communication came through the encrypted channel.

【Come to the underground base now】

Correspondence signed, Chakoro Vaughan.

(End of this chapter)