Chapter 231 Storm
An hour and a half later.
A total of 327 firearms from the Heavenly Gospel internal armory flowed into Sector N52, along with an equal number of magazines and... a secret gift specially prepared by He Yu.
A very popular but very cheap gene-mutating drug in the boardroom, also known as "quick fix," was once sold by the business department for $15 a vial or $20 a dozen, with an extra five vials given away.
Within three minutes of the injection, your skin will become as hard as iron, muscle strength and dynamic vision will increase several times over, and you will be temporarily shielded from pain. At the same time, a dark yellow secretion, like pus, will continuously ooze from your skin. Some people with poor health may even develop deformed organs or local ulcers, making them practically guinea pigs for experiments.
The mutated person can only maintain this state for three hours, and it is accompanied by many adverse reactions—such as becoming very irritable and having a strong urge to kill something. This desire will gradually drain a person's spirit until the effect ends.
Of course, the people on the board wouldn't inject such a cheap drug. Although it's inexpensive and effective, the side effects are too severe... It's better to sell it to those idiots in the gray area. Sometimes they'll even use it to start a betting pool—betting on who can endure it longer, or who can inject more at once.
A few years ago, they even hired people to handle the disposal of failed products and their recyclable bodies, which was a job similar to cleaning up a sewer.
Those injected with the cheap drug basically turned into grotesque creatures, and only the wealthy wouldn't use such things. During that time, New York City was teeming with deformed and disgusting monsters with immense destructive power. They even evolved reproductive capabilities, producing offspring of all sizes everywhere. However, the aftermath was handled perfectly. They were constantly chased by the Armed Forces' bio-engineered humans, who would kill them all and dump them into laboratories for researchers to see if they still had any recycling value.
Now, the dire consequences caused by these discarded products have exceeded everyone's expectations.
People who were once looked down upon by no one straightened their backs after receiving such a generous gift, feeling as if they had been reborn and immediately chose to live a high-profile life.
These bastards, whose minds are filled with nothing but fucking, robbing, and destroying things, have no idea what backfires—once they start indulging their desires without restraint, they're like ferocious beasts unleashed from their cages, causing countless troubles in a very short time.
Before the major gangs in the N52 district began their raids, more than fifty robberies and assaults had occurred on Lexington Avenue. Police had just dispatched reinforcements when they received emergency notifications of dozens more bank robberies.
This also includes violent battles between dozens of small gangs.
The most fucking bastard among them was the tattoo gang leader—this guy was lying in bed on drugs when he received the email from his underlings, and as soon as he finished packing his things and went out, he was blown in the head by a drug dealer downstairs who had just gotten a new weapon—the recoil of that machine gun was too great, it was purely an accidental discharge, who would have thought that the power of a single bullet was as ridiculously strong as a hand grenade.
The most audacious of them all were probably four guys who had just narrowly escaped death—they embezzled most of the weapons, grabbed a random SUV, and sped towards the city center. Unfortunately, the idiot driving the car had a terrible sense of direction and, nearing his destination, turned the wrong way, mistaking the temporary business branch the board had just set up for a bank, all while delusionally believing the big one was about to arrive.
Then, he ran over and killed two business managers who were eating boxed lunches on the spot. Just as he was about to get out of the car to carry out his grand ideals, he was caught red-handed by the armed forces personnel who arrived at the scene, and died as good as dead.
Before the operations director could even order the purge, he received an ultimatum from the board headquarters: if you can do it, do it; if you can't, then don't do it for the rest of your life.
Thus, in less than two hours, the entire armed forces of District N52 were wiped out.
After the group of mutants injected with gene-editing agents and driven mad were killed one by one by the armed men, they were all thrown into the recycling plant by the cleaning staff, just like a few years ago.
While everyone marveled at the ever-changing world, they also learned of a new figure emerging in this gray area—
Two plague gods who drive convertibles and like to beat people up and then give them benefits.
Those with a keen eye quickly discovered their information—the mastermind behind the recent terrorist attack, the ruthless guy who could blast the boardroom office building with missiles.
Damn, that's awesome, bro! You two are like a pair of doomsday lovers, a pair of unparalleled fierce men and women who devour people without spitting out a single trace.
Just when everyone was trying to make contact with them, these people belatedly discovered the business cards that He Yu and Pandora had left for the customers.
However, there is no substantive content on it.
There is only one number whose meaning is unclear.
659.
...
...
N52 area.
"Hey—Brother Hua, it's me, it's the Tattoo Gang..."
"Hey Daniel, how's it going? I heard your business in the red-light district is doing pretty well. I have a plan, bro... Oh, your wife just gave birth. Talk to you later."
“Mr. Nice, I’m Hanni, the leader of the N52 Tattoo Gang. There’s something I need to tell you… Your mother’s getting married tomorrow? So I have to hang up now? Wait, weren’t you an orphan when you were young, huh?”
"Excuse me, is Mr. Kidd here? Yes, this is Hanni."
"Oh, he was hit by a car and died just now when he went out."
"Please accept my condolences."
"Ms. Jin, our Tattoo Gang definitely has..."
This time, the call was disconnected just three seconds after it connected.
In the silent, dark room, Hanni took a deep breath, as if telling himself to stay calm, and then asked his trusted confidant who had been waiting for a long time, "Have the casualty counts been tallied? This incident has caused such a big commotion that the men below have basically learned to behave themselves by now."
"Including those who lost their lives in the fighting with other gangs, we lost 523 brothers this afternoon. Among them, 120 had undergone cybernetic modifications, and the devices were all recovered by Heaven's Gospel."
"How many of those weapons are left?"
Hanni nearly choked on his breath, and with a pained expression, he continued to ask.
"There are thirteen guns and two boxes of magazines left, stored in the warehouse. They are absolutely safe, so you can rest assured."
The subordinate paused, thinking it best not to reveal that there were originally twenty-eight machine guns, but fifteen of them were destroyed in the ensuing infighting, lest his boss vomit blood and die on the spot.
"Damn it... what kind of mess is this?"
Hanni felt as if countless hooks were pressing down on his body. These useless bastards who only knew how to do drugs and fuck women were utterly useless when it mattered most.
The storm came suddenly.
No one was prepared for this.
"Sigh, gather all the survivors here."
"I have something to tell you."
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