Night City District 26, Tell Street.
People gathered like wolves and vultures that smelled rancid, hiding in the dark, staring at No. 19 eagerly.
They are waiting for the results of the previous three trials.
If those three people succeed, they will rush forward and share the harvest.
Three people will occupy a considerable part of the harvest.
This is the rule of the city that never sleeps.
Of course, rules are meant to be broken. This is also a famous saying in the city that never sleeps.
As for when to break, it depends on what the harvest is.
And if it fails
They continued to lurk, staring at No. 19, looking for the next opportunity.
In the 26th district of the city that never sleeps, you must be patient if you want to harvest.
So, everyone here saw the next scene—
Under the blazing flames, a tall man wearing a hockey mask walked out of the bush step by step, holding a machete with a broad blade in one hand and pulling the leg of the leader of the previous three with the other.
The gurgling blood was enough to explain the opponent's state of death.
After being dragged, blood poured on the dilapidated road, flowing along the cracked lines, making the color inside darker.
boom!
Bodies were thrown into the still burning wreckage of the car, and the fire, which had been reduced somewhat, became vigorous again.
The foul-smelling grease brought up layers of thick smoke, and rolled into the sky above the city that never sleeps.
When the peepers smelled the stench, their expressions couldn't help but change.
Then, they watched as Jason turned and opened the door, took out the other two corpses, and threw them in.
The flames became more and more fierce.
The flames rose as high as half a person.
Jason just stood there, holding his trophy in his left hand. After scanning the surroundings with his eyes hidden behind the mask, he raised his right hand, clenched his fist, gave a thumbs up, and slowly slid across his throat.
Then he turned and returned to number 19.
The door was slammed shut.
The expressions of the peepers hiding around changed again.
After a while, some simply retreated.
They are just trying to take advantage of the fire, not desperately.
The guy in the hockey mask is not easy to mess with at first glance, they don't want to lose their lives.
the rest
Very unwilling.
They decided to wait and see.
Some retreat, some stay.
Outside No. 19 Tell Street, after a brief noise, it fell into silence again, only the sound of the flame burning.
Jason, who returned to the room, knew exactly what those guys outside would do.
He knew he wouldn't be bothered for a while.
Want to be completely undisturbed
For the guys in the city that never sleeps, a simple intimidation is not enough.
Jason began to set up those nail traps again.
Then, he began to tour the entire 19 Tell Street.
For the next period of time, he will definitely stay here.
Safety naturally comes first.
Going up the dilapidated stairs, the second floor of 19 Turret Street comes into view immediately.
Dilapidated like the first floor.
Loose floors, tattered, unfit furniture.
In particular, the stairwell leading to the third floor has become a big and bright opening, allowing others to come in and out.
There are also the positions of the original windows on the first and second floors. The original glass has long been shattered, and now they are just simple windows nailed up with wooden boards, through which the wind is blowing.
There was also a huge gap where the two of them turned in before.
After visual inspection, Jason used local materials to re-seal the two windows with wooden floors and steel nails for placing traps.
Jason blocked the stairwell leading to the third floor with the remaining broken furniture and many uprooted wooden floors on the second floor.
After Jason's transformation, the second floor almost no longer exists, but the whole house gives people a certain sense of security.
After sweeping his eyes and confirming that nothing was missed except for the two points left on purpose, Jason returned to the basement and began to count the spoils just now.
The most valuable is naturally the submachine gun: Mark M1, with a capacity of 32 rounds and an effective range of 100 meters. It features a steel folding stock, a front grip, and a magazine inserted horizontally from the right.
It can be regarded as one of the special guns in the city that never sleeps.
Same as MF92 pistol.
The remaining two pistols, one is the MF92 type, and the other is a self-made single-shot pistol. It needs to be loaded every time it is fired, and the workmanship is rough, which looks very unreliable.
However, Jason still put it on the crate.
He can't use it by himself, but he can exchange it for some living supplies.
Of course, at least after leaving District 26.
Then the remaining trophies are the Mark M1x1 with a full magazine, and the MF92-style half-magazine bullets, and... a K2 grenade.
The K2 grenade can be regarded as a pleasant surprise.
For Jason, who suffers from severe lack of firepower, he put the K2 grenade in his pocket without any hesitation.
Next, Jason picked up this last harvest: chewing gum.
This was also found on the leader.
The green packaging is intact, and the mint flavor is clearly audible.
On the bottom side of the package, there is a big 15 written on it.
This gum is from District 15.
In fact, most of the daily necessities that Jason came into contact with came from District 15, and a small part came from District 14.
The latter are basically high-end products, which he only saw in the old man's office.
For example: cigars.
"The 26th district also has material channels from the 15th district?"
Jason was taken aback for a moment, but then he came to his senses.
Even if the 26th district does not have the material channel of the 15th district, the old man and those "big shots" in the 16th district will spread a material channel from the 16th district to the 26th district.
It's just that the selling price will be a little higher.
And this has nothing to do with him for the time being.
Because the canned food and bottled water stored here are enough for him to live for two weeks.
If you save some food, three to four weeks is not impossible.
"That is to say, according to the idea of the 'big shot', this plan will last at least two weeks."
Jason thought silently.
This is good news for Jason.
He still has at least two weeks as a buffer.
Two weeks may not be long for others.
But for Jason, it was enough.
He gently stroked the cover of the black notebook.
"Since there are monsters like 'Swagnu's Touch' here, there are naturally other foods that can replenish my satiety."
"The only thing to worry about is how to find food and..."
"There can be no extraordinary or unusual behavior."
Thinking of this, Jason frowned.
Because, this is not a simple matter.
Whether it's hunting for food, or maintaining a normal, unblinking state.
After all, he knew nothing about the 'mysterious side' of the city that never sleeps.
Of course it is impossible to do nothing.
It is impossible to have food delivered to your door if you wait here.
Just when Jason should be thinking about how to find food—
Boom, boom, boom!
"Hi, postman."