Just resurrected, the Mongolian Toplaner shook his head, "Grabbing them back to plant cotton wouldn’t even get us a hundred draws."
A hundred draws would be sothing only for the old Africa hands, under the black flag, coming to North Arica through the triangular trade route.
The Haitians now, naturally, wouldn’t cut it.
"What do you know?" Sword Saint sneered at the Mongolian Toplaner’s shortsightedness.
"These guys have been here for so many years, don’t you think they’d know the way into Dog Town? You follow , guaranteed to complete the mission and rake in heaps of profits, alright."
"Ah, right, right, right. Last ti you said the sa thing, and ended up getting crushed by the subway as soon as you stepped out. We couldn’t even find your body, the at was too pulverized to pick up."
When the Mongolian Toplaner brought up the past, Sword Saint was a bit put off, as the two seed ready to argue. Brother Ni and the seductive woman each covered their mouths with a hand and gestured for silence, pointing ahead.
There’s a faint whisper in the depths of the tunnel, unintelligible in aning.
Experience from old stealth players definitely outdo the half-witted newbies, otherwise Sword Saint wouldn’t have tead up with them.
The four cautiously move forward, as quietly as mice actually living in the sewers, inching closer to the source of the sound.
But it’s incredibly dark here, and to avoid discovery, they had to turn off their headlamps and proceed in pitch black.
However, reaching the end of the pipeline, there’s a wasteland ahead, and the sound seems to be coming from beyond the ruins.
Vaguely heard, difficult to make out clearly.
"%@〃々＆...those network surveillance guys really never give up, staring at us every day, don’t they have anything else to do?"
The speaker’s accent is quite thick, even with subtitles translating it, the eavesdropping players struggle to understand.
Another person responds, "It’s just sothing to grow accustod to, they’ve been chasing us for years now, and our encounters over the years have cost both them and us quite a number of people, but I can feel we are getting closer to the godly world. Sooner or later, the divine will pierce through the veil and lead us into living in the divine country."
Network surveillance...
The divine...
The veil...
The two’s superstitious dialogue left the players bewildered.
Aren’t they supposed to be in a sci-fi world setting? How did all this talk about gods and spirits co into play?
The conversation on the other side of the ruins continues...
"Do you think those true gods are as great as the Sea God? If they were so powerful, how could a wall keep them out? I’ve heard Huang Ban, and Militech often cross the Black Wall to steal knowledge from the divine country, then why can’t the gods do the sa as the companies?"
The older individual wasn’t angered by the younger one’s skepticism about ’God,’ you could tell he wasn’t too convinced by it either. However, this was the gang’s religious creed and the glue holding all Haitians together; it was indisputable.
"Because the Black Wall is indeed a true god, and among the gods, the most powerful one. It’s keeping the divine country separated from our touch."
As hackers, everyone could see that endless, vast information fortress in the cyberspace.
No end.
It seed a manifestation of so sort of concept, impossibly decipherable or communicable.
"Moreover, the companies are very cunning. They never intend for the thieves heading to the divine country to return alive, as soon as the divine gaze falls, their detection program imdiately seals the data opening, leaving everyone dead in the divine country. And the Black Wall is far more restrictive against the divine than against humanity."
Actually, the gang has contemplated chiseling a hole in the Black Wall like the companies, but in terms of technology, resources, and connections, they couldn’t compare to even a finger of the company, left only to sigh in vain, awaiting the passage of ti.
"In that case, the Black Wall really is biased, given that humans have ssed up the world like this, it would be better off letting the divine take over the world... At least they’re better than these corporations."
The young one was sowhat indignant, clearly having no goodwill towards the corporate-dominated world.
More than heading to the divine country, he wished the divine would co to reality and obliterate the sources of all evil.
However, the two didn’t seem to plan on staying long, muttering a few whispers before the sound grew fainter, gradually leaving the ruins till it disappeared entirely.
After quite a while, still unable to hear anything, the players quietly retreated so distance, then sprinted away from the underground drainage pipe.
"What, what, what, what were they talking about?" The Mongolian Toplaner looked wide-eyed, having completely misunderstood what those two guys said on the other side, rely followed the others in running.
The other three were also a bit confused, but managed to guess a little.
Brother Ni: "These guys were speaking in Haitian, so they must be the Voodoo Gang."
"Voodoo Gang?" The Mongolian Toplaner shook his head, "Never heard of them."
Compared to big gangs like Tiger Claw, Voodoo Gang was less recognized and operated in smaller ranges, making it difficult to find their traces unless specifically seeking them out. Players’ sense of unfamiliarity with them was normal.
Based just on the godly and ghostly nonsense those two voices were discussing, even if not understood, it could be inferred it wasn’t anything good.
"How about we take them out? I bet there’s definitely so good stuff!" Sword Saint attempted to seek advice from the veteran players.
"Hmm..." Brother Ni frowned, "Let’s wait a bit, better to go back and gather so intel on the Voodoo Gang before deciding, otherwise we might end up like last ti, suffering a loss."
Seductive Woman: "Agreed."
Previously, they had frequently clashed arbitrarily with gangs and corporations, if not for tily intervention during the Tiger Claw’s attack on the bar and ambush of the Trauma Team, the missions might have failed.
Seductive Woman, during that attempt to kill Jotaro, nearly let the opponent get away.
And Mann had also hinted to the players more than once that before a fight, they should gather information first, while they weren’t afraid of death, the three-day cooldown was indeed unbearable.
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