In every corner of Dawn City, whether it is Crown District or Aston District, whether it is a bustling street or an alleyway filled with gunshots, in all places where there are public displays, this masked man hidden in the hood appears.
The camera instantly zoomed in on the strange mask of the figure on the screen, and a hoarse and low voice came from behind the mask.
"Good evening, this is the first time we meet, you can call me, K."
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"Is this really going to be effective for the foundation?"
The sound of gentle footsteps came from behind He Ao.
"Do you know how people demolished walls before Great Cataclysm, when there were no mechanical devices and excavators?"
He Ao smiled and said weakly, "They tied the tough ropes to the wall, gathered enough people, pulled on one side, pushed on the other, and used force together. As long as there are enough people, no matter how magnificent the wall is, it will be knocked down at some point."
He paused, "Perhaps somewhere we can't see, Dawn City... the entire Federation people have accumulated enough anger, and this majestic anger needs an outlet."
"Even if you knock down this high wall, there are still many taller walls standing in this world. Compared to those giants that block the sky and the sun, Anvis Group is just a dilapidated (pǐ) low mud wall. You still can't change the world."
The person behind him said softly.
"I am just an orphan who avenges my parents. Destroying Anvis Group is my end."
He Ao raised his head and stared at the figure on the screen who was describing the sins of Anvis Conglomerate, "I am not the Hero of this world. There is a Hero that belongs to her in this world, but,"
Having said this, he turned his head with difficulty, looked at the man in a white coat behind him, and smiled, "When the first crack in the window appears, is it still far from being completely destroyed?"
The meaning of this proverb Federation is roughly equivalent to "the one who started it has no successor."
"I hope so," Roger walked to He Ao and looked at the huge TV screen in the distance, "Is that the video we recorded yesterday? What are you going to do next?"
"Yes," He Ao nodded slightly, then smiled weakly, "As for me, I may need to take a rest."
He looked at the underground doctor beside him, "I'm sorry to trouble you this time. Have you borrowed all the Anvis Group stocks I asked you to borrow from the brokerage?"
"Borrowed it."
Roger nodded slightly.
"Then the proceeds from the short sale this time should be regarded as the outgoing expenses I give you,"
The method of borrowing stocks from securities firms, selling them on the stock market, and then acquiring these stocks back after the stock price falls and returning them to the securities firms to obtain differential income is called short selling.
The boy once again looked at the huge TV screen in the distance, "If I die, there is no need to hold a funeral for me, and there is no need to tell anyone that I am dead. Just scatter my ashes in the corner of this city."
His body staggered and fell backward.
Roger quickly supported him with quick eyes and hands.
The boy's eyes slowly closed, and his breathing gradually became weaker.
[Returning to the original world...]
Roger picked up the boy and walked towards the depths of the alley, where a long, dark van was parked.
As Roger walked over, the back door of the van slowly opened, revealing a long silver box that almost filled most of the van.
Roger placed the body of "Joey" on the box, quickly treated the wound, and applied his special medicine. Then he picked up "Joey" and pressed a button on the box.
White streams of light emerged on the box, outlining the appearance of a prosperous tree.
The moment the big tree was outlined, the lid of the box slowly opened, and a bit of icy cold air escaped from the box.
Roger put Joey's body into it. At this moment, the boy's breathing was intermittent and was about to disappear.
Metal Box zi lights up with white light and slowly closes.
"Please select sleep mode."
A gentle female voice came from the box.
At the same time, lines of illusory text projections float in the air.
Roger's fingertips slid between these projected words, and finally stopped on a title.
[Near-Death Mode (automatically unfreeze when dying or waking up)]
"Mode selected successfully, freezing (1%)"
"The battery is low, please connect the power supply in time."
Roger gently raised his hand and slowly closed the rear door of the car.
He walked to the driver's seat and started the vehicle.
The dark van drove into the night.
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Jessie was walking alone on the busy street. She did not call the number on the business card the editor gave her.
When she learned that Morning Light Daily was unwilling to report this incident, she was already disappointed with the entire Dawn City media and newspaper industry.
The reason why she went to Morning Light Daily for internship was because of Morning Light Daily's reputation over hundreds of years.
So when she realized that Morning Light Daily would not report the news, her original cognitive world collapsed.
That is Morning Light Daily, who has persisted for centuries and is famous for not fearing power.
There was anger and indignation in her heart, but mostly powerlessness.
She couldn't admonish Joey, because if it were her, standing in Joey's position, she would make the same choice.
In fact, when she left Morning Light Daily, she called her father and told her about it.
However, her father just asked her to go home.
Because of this, she had a fight with her father.
For the first time, she saw another side of the world, an area that she had never been exposed to since she was a child, so depressing, dark, and bloody.
"Good evening, this is the first time we meet, you can call me, K."
A hoarse voice sounded above his head, and Jessie raised his head blankly and looked at the sky.
At this moment, in those bustling buildings, the monitors that were originally playing the brilliant GG have all turned into a hooded man wearing a strange smiling mask.
Jessie vaguely felt that the masked hooded man's voice was somewhat familiar, but the voice seemed to have been modified by software, making it impossible for her to tell who was behind the mask.
"Next, let's move into an 'urgent news' segment today."
"We live in a city with bustling shopping malls, gorgeous streets, and lights that never dim."
"He was so beautiful and prosperous."
"But I wonder if you occasionally have the feeling that something is a little abnormal about this city?"
"I wonder if you have friends like this. They died in an 'accident' in a factory, but did not receive any compensation. Their relatives are struggling to survive after losing support?"
"I wonder if you have friends like this. They work hard on research and development to create a hot-selling product, but in the blink of an eye, the same product appears on the market and competes maliciously with him, eventually causing him to go bankrupt and live on the street?"
"I wonder if you have friends like this who work odd jobs in restaurants or on the streets. They can only earn one-half of the minimum wage or even less per hour, and spend more than half of their income on rent every week?"
"I wonder if you have friends like this who are burdened with huge loans, work diligently and without complaint, but once they get older and can no longer face the high-intensity work, they will be fired and have to make a living on their own?"
"Have you ever had the thought that this city shouldn't be like this? This world shouldn't be like this?"
"Smart and talented people live on the streets, hard-working people have nothing, and hurt people have no recourse."
"Coincidentally, I have a few friends who have had some little encounters recently that I can share with you."
"Joey, seventeen years old, high school student, parents died in Anvis Mechanical Factory's mechanical accident."
"Kayo, 21 years old, restaurant waiter, father died in Anvis Mechanical Factory's mechanical accident."
"Slank, thirty-seven years old, worker, lost two hands and one leg in Anvis Mechanical Factory's machinery accident. He was later sentenced to five years in prison for extortion."
"I believe that when everyone hears the deeds of these three people, their first reaction will be the same as mine. Why does this Anvis Mechanical Factory have so many accidents?"
"What follows are some interesting survey results, just citing data from the past ten years."
"In the past ten years, Anvis Mechanical Factory has had nineteen accidents, and twenty-three people have died in these accidents. Among these people, the maximum compensation that Anvis Mechanical Factory has actively paid for a single person does not exceed one hundred thousand Federal Coins."
"In other words, we can understand it this way, the cost of killing one person is 100,000."
"Next, let me show you two little things,"
Two identical images of robotic arms appeared on the screen.
"This robotic arm is the Anvis Mechanical Factory robotic arm that often causes accidents. Its designed service life is fifteen years. This one is a robotic arm produced by a robotic arm manufacturer. Its designed service life is ten years."
"Why do these two seemingly identical robotic arms have such a big lifespan gap? What are the differences between them?"
"The biggest difference between them is that... the "10" on the manual has been changed to "15". With such a simple modification, after ten years of use, Anvis Group can earn an additional 1 million yuan in profit every year."
"Of course, such modifications will have some minor consequences - workers operating the robotic arm may die in an explosion of the robotic arm at any time."
"But Anvis Group doesn't think this is a big deal. After all, if a person dies, the maximum compensation is 100,000, which is just the profit of this machine running overload for a month."
Jessie stared blankly at the figure on the screen, and then looked down at the Storage Chip he had been holding in his hand.
The man wearing the mask was actually talking about the things in this chip, but in a more concise and general way.
At this time, the display screen in the square flickered, as if someone was fighting for control of the display.
The masked man who calls himself "K" has already told the general story of the entire incident. At this moment, he is calmly staring at the camera.
"I would like to ask you, how much is your life worth?"
"If our lives are treated as an expendable cost, does that mean that at some point we don't know, the consortium can decide to let us die at will?"
"Would you be willing to die in such an 'arranged murder'? Would you be willing to let your family lose everything they rely on?"
"Those who arbitrarily deprive others of their lives in order to gain profits for themselves, shouldn't they bear the price? Are you willing to let them decide our life and death as they decide the lives of slaves?"
The screen lens pulled back to reveal K raising his hand.
"O enslaved people, rise up and change the world."
"If they want to decide our life or death, we let them understand what life and death are."
The screen flickered momentarily, K's figure disappeared, and the content on the screen changed to the original GG again.