Chapter 54 The Plague-Tangled Red Ocher
The Red Ocher Tribe is a tribe of wanderers belonging to the Adkado State. They are currently wandering in the bad land outside Night City.
Since it was discovered that Red Ocher was buying things with the Sixth Street Gang, of course he had to be stopped from doing so. In fact, homeless people were a very important part of Night City's sinful trade.
As Lille said: From consumers to suppliers, all business routes must be interrupted by him.
Now that the goods have been grabbed, the dealer has also given her a message, and then it is the consumer side——
You can buy it, but you have to buy it from yourself.
The five vehicles finally made up three Columbus freight cars with intact tires. Thanks to the precise targeting of the smart weapons, the extra wheels were not knocked off, so the cobbled together ones were still usable.
After a night's rest, the three of them drove a car toward the bad land beyond the highway.
Today is a sunny day, and the sun is so bright that it hurts my eyes. This reminds Lille of what happened when he drove back from Atlanta.
Liel sighed: "What a fuck, the sun of the Badlands."
V immediately picked up: "Let me tell you, whoever drives in the bad land for a few days will go crazy - when will you pay me the driving fee you owe me?"
Liel ignored V directly. Looking at the small canyon in the distance, several small tents were set up there and tied to the trailer to prevent them from being blown away by the sandstorm.
That’s the “home” of red ocher.
Seeing a strange car coming in, three boys walked out of the tent area, each holding a long gun in their hands, looking wary and a little eager.
V said with great interest: "It seems that they are very impatient, impatient and hot-tempered. They probably have a lot of dissatisfaction with the Sixth Street Gang, but they can only buy medicine from there.
Is it because they have no one? Let children stand guard? ”
Only Jack noticed that just before the three stood up to greet them, they were still teasing the children of the tribe.
The Wanderer family looked really shabby, but this The scene made Jack feel very warm.
Jack suddenly said: "Lille, it would be difficult for them if we make less money from this order. ”
The car stopped at the entrance of the camp.
What Jack could notice, Leal could certainly notice too, and he knew better.
Qilusi's prosthetic eye scanned some interesting things - there was a tent full of scraps, and Lir saw a special storage container.
Although there are no printed words, it looks a bit like the stolen drug packaging.
In the game, the Red Ocher tribe seems to have accepted the invitation of Biotechnology to cooperate in some kind of experiment - it seems that it is an experimental drug.
“Let’s talk about it after we get off the car - the situation may be more complicated than we think.”
The three of them got out of the car, a few weak-looking women took the children back, and a group of people from the tribe gathered together.
They wanted to look intimidating, but unfortunately the scan result of Qilusi's prosthetic eye was: suspected of being infected.
And they are all looking for a shaded place to get together.
"Stop! I guess you are not Chalabi, and you are not from the Sixth Street Gang. What do you want to do?"
The young man in the lead is holding a Rostovitch needle in his hand type missile.
He wanted to appear ferocious, but his trembling hands couldn't escape the observation of the three people - he was afraid.
Not only him, but also the boys behind him who came from behind, but the waist of the head one is harder.
Unlike people in the city, people in their sixties can also get facial implants to keep themselves young forever.
The Rangers have no money and no skills. If they look only 18 years old, then there is a high probability that they are really only 18 years old.
And this one is even younger - maybe only fifteen or sixteen years old.
V smiled disdainfully, walked forward slowly, and recited the lines that Lille told her confidently:
“嘁——Rostovich DB-4 needle missile, a Serbian man-made industrial Trash, a scary name, is actually used to shoot wild ducks.
If you are lucky, nothing will happen. If you are not lucky, the barrel will pop out, and in rare cases, it may collapse. Drop two barrels.
Only one of the Serbian-made guns can be used. "
V pointed behind him with his thumb - Jack turned sideways, revealing. The sadara on my body.
After saying that, she stood directly in front of the boy, pointing the gun at her abdomen, which was probably less than 20cm away.
She just looked at the boy like this, with pressure weighing on him like a mountain and sweat dripping down his back.
Then, V gently pushed the old gun away: "The lethality of this gun on people is not as loud as its noise. Children, find someone who can talk."
< br>The boy was extremely nervous, and the sweat on his forehead couldn't stop flowing.
He glanced at the person behind him uneasily, and just when he wanted to say something, Lille stood up.
"Don't scare the customers - friends, we are not here to cause trouble, but it seems there is some misunderstanding between us.
I guess this is what you need?"
He shook it The medicine in his hand, the light blue liquid in the container shines in the sun.
"You, you, you, the Sixth Street Gang said you were robbers and stole our medicine." "But they are here now. Go back to your leader and we can talk."< br>
"Ahem."
At this moment, a pale man walked out, wearing thick clothes and a big sunhat. He kept coughing and felt like he was going to die in the next second. .
The other me in the world - Lille thought.
Of course, this man is much older.
"Neville, stand back, I'll talk to them." The man walked up to Lear and stood up as straight as possible, "I am Hector Croesus, the leader of the red ocher clan. , what do you want?”
"To be precise, it's what you want." Lear put away the medicine. "It would be more cordial to sit down and talk, what do you think?"
Hector nodded helplessly.
According to common sense, he should refuse this request - there is no reason for strangers to see the situation of the tribe.
But. As Lil said, they have nothing left, so they might as well talk softly.
Entering the tent, Hector looked weaker - a little strange.
Hiding from the light outside the tent, I ended up feeling even weaker after entering.
He was dressed very tightly, but Lille saw some light green traces from the exposed eyes. He didn't know if they were tattoos.
"We are sick. In fact, I heard from the Sixth Street Gang that Santo Domingo is also sick. I heard it is called gamma-rabies."
Rabies?
But there are not many dogs left in this world. Only a few rich people can raise them. To put it bluntly, homeless people are not even worthy of being bitten by dogs.
It is probably some kind of new mutant virus modified from rabies virus. Several corporate wars have produced a lot of such things.
There are not many useful information in public databases in this world. Viruses like these related to the company can only be checked in the company database - you must take a look at it next time in class.
Liel touched his chin: "I guess they also said that the price of medicines is going to increase. What is the price he sells it to you for?"
Hector hesitated for a moment, and finally Decided to tell the truth: "A can of sustained-release medicine costs 80,000 euros, which is the size in your hand. Before, it was only 40,000 euros.
As a result, as soon as the disease came, these bastards got a lot of money. Double!”
One can - that is, 300ml, which is more like a bottle.
According to the dosage of 5ml per person, which is the dosage for 60 people, this sustained-release agent may last about a week.
In other words, a person with this disease will have to spend 670 euros a week on medicine, and people with red ocher will have to spend 1340 euros.
Being sick is really terrible.
“What about the vaccine?”
"Vaccine." A flash of pain suddenly flashed across Hector's face, "We can't afford it."
This is a lie.
Vaccines may be more expensive than sustained-release formulations, but it is nonsense to afford sustained-release formulations but not even a few doses of vaccine.
Lille suddenly said: "You signed a human experiment agreement with Biotechnology, so you can't use the vaccine."
Hector's face changed drastically.
"Obviously these two things come together. Of course, they may be related to each other - but don't worry, I have no intention of prying into information.
I do have some medicine here. How much do you have on hand? ?”
This sudden turn interrupted Hector’s train of thought.
The confidentiality agreement was part of the agreement. Fortunately, Lear did not continue to pry.
When it comes to money, things are even more complicated - when a family member gets sick, they have to spend money on medicine.
I bought medicine but did not get better. Instead, more and more people had problems, and more and more people were unable to work.
Red Ocher is not small or big, and there are hundreds of people there anyway. But because of this incident, people have been getting sick intermittently for more than a month, and their savings are almost exhausted.
"200,000, that's all."
"A lot, Mr. Patriarch - for the sake of the child, I can dispose of the sustained-release agent at half price, just as a handover I’m a friend.
The original price is 2 cans. Now I’ll give you 5 cans. Buy five and get one free, making a total of 6 cans.”
Hector was stunned by Lille's offer!
γ-rabies is a self-limiting disease, and the only way to relieve the symptoms is to use sustained-release agents and wait for the body to recover.
The longer you survive, the greater your chance of survival. Once you survive three weeks, the probability of recovery jumps straight up!
This is what a biotech person personally taught him!
Originally, the medicine bought for 200,000 euros might only last them a week, but now they have a chance to survive!
After finishing speaking, Lear put his hands on the table and said easily: "Look, as a friend, I only have one request now. From now on, all cooperation between you and the Sixth Street Gang will be terminated - any form of cooperation, including buying and selling. ”
Finished , his hand on the table was flat and stretched out: "So, friend?"
Hector excitedly held Lille's hand: "Friend!"
(This chapter End)