Chapter 1415 - 459: The Cost (Part 2)

Chapter 1415: Chapter 459: The Cost (Part 2)

But if it can truly help the lower-class improve their lives, then Pan’an thinks all the exhaustion is worth it.

"Hey... it’s finally over."

Lin Miao just shakes his head slightly.

"Is it over? I’m afraid it’s only just begun."

If they don’t truly realize who is stopping them from heading towards the future, this battle will never end.

Thinking of this, he lamented that if a symbolic military figure could support the gathering of retired veterans, it would go much more smoothly.

And the candidate in Lin Miao’s mind was naturally Hansen, who, as the Colonel of Dog Town, once led troops to slaughter Night City, causing quite a sensation. He rebelled against New America, carving out a territory with soldiers in Night City, his story is quite legendary.

However, this guy was too deeply involved in the drug business and ultimately refused Lin Miao’s invitation, choosing a path of no return.

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Just as Lin Miao thought, different levels of people see different things when it comes to the recycling industry.

The lower class sees job opportunities, the middle class sees chances for promotion, the upper class sees a redistribution of benefits, while Christopher sees invasion.

This is New America’s invasion of the local state government’s power.

If this industry chain succeeds, then the White House will have at least half the control over Detroit, by that time, who will be the master of this city, General Motors Company or the White House?

Especially that minister of the Efficiency Department, since arriving in Detroit these days, has never met with the high-level executives of the three major car companies to discuss business management matters, and whenever he makes appointments, he’s always faced with a fierce madwoman who doesn’t utter a word.

If that Lin just retreats, that’s understandable, but he mingles with the lower class all day, totally disregarding them.

It’s clear he’s targeting the three companies.

How can Christopher tolerate this?

Lin Miao’s side had just finished their meeting, and right after, Ford, General Motors, and Chrysler, who had been hinted by Military Science, jointly issued a statement with the state government that they would not agree to this industry upgrade, overtly and covertly issuing bans to numerous upstream and downstream companies already raising funds.

A stone has stirred a thousand ripples.

The intentions from above are passed down, so naturally, those below know what to do.

At this moment, Walt, who has already changed into a new uniform, walks on the street, full of delight.

Lin Miao promised that positions in this newly established security company would be preferentially arranged for these unemployed workers, expected to start within a week, and even paid out of his own pocket, giving each person a living allowance of 500 US Dollars.

In Walt’s mind, Lin Miao was already no different from a reborn parent; he must grasp this opportunity tightly to perform well.

Being a company dog and being a New America dog makes no difference to him.

Determined, Walt planned to first go to the bar to find an intermediary he knew before, to help contact a group of reliable veterans; if he could bring them into employment, he’d have his own team.

Full of ambition, Walt while planning his future and thinking about Lin Miao and Miles’ motives, didn’t notice a black sedan always following behind him.

Until, in a sparsely populated open area, two black sedans suddenly rushed out from the corner ahead and blocked Walt’s way, while the black sedan behind also stopped abruptly.

Three cars surrounded Walt; then five or six people got out, all wearing hoods that obscured their faces, armed with steel pipes and baseball bats, looking fierce.

"What are you trying to do?"

The surrounded Walt hadn’t reacted when a baseball bat hit his head, causing his head to bleed profusely; after a dizzying spin, he fell to the ground.

Those people immediately pressed their attack on Walt, fiercely striking him with their sticks, each blow aiming to take his life.

Walt could only protect his head with his hands, screaming continuously.

In less than half a minute, his limbs were completely broken, ribs were fractured without knowing how many, and blood flowed from his mouth and nose; his new clothes were torn into strips, revealing bruises and bloodstained skin underneath.

When Walt was beaten to the point of nearly losing consciousness, his body twitching on the ground and blood spurting from his mouth, even breaking a few baseball bats, only then did they stop.

One of them squatted in front of Walt and poked his head with a stick, and after confirming he was breathing more than inhaling, sneered.

"If you had obediently stayed as a lower-class vagrant, I wouldn’t bother with you. Who told you to still be unwilling to give up on climbing up?"

"Finding a turnaround chance for you like this, really put you in a bind."

That voice was so familiar to Walt’s ear, the two had worked together for over a decade, competing openly and covertly from small clerks countless times, but eventually Walt was one step short, framed out of the company by the other.

But now, everything is meaningless; Walt’s consciousness began to fall into immeasurable darkness, the once-close hope now drifted further away.

Similar incidents were not only happening to Walt, but Todd, Johnson, and other workers were also getting beaten by foremen leading gangsters; two workers were beaten to death on the spot, while others were surrounded with anger but dared not speak.

The foreman wielded a pistol, full of arrogance, bossing around the workers.

"Listen up, all of you, do your jobs honestly, don’t think about anything else, or next time it won’t just be two people dead."

Johnson watched as the corpse of his fellow worker became increasingly cold, clenched his fists, his whole body trembling, but ultimately didn’t dare to stand out and resist.