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Became a CyberPunk Tycoon - Chapter 131

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Episode 131. Collapse (11)

A lot of people died.

“grandfather?”

It was a time no different from any other time. I didn’t wander around dangerous places or do anything I shouldn’t have done.

I just went to an event. An event she had attended the day before.

The granddaughter was interested in food and electronics, but showed little interest in weapons.

It’s not that I didn’t want to see Han San-woo in person, but I thought it would be better to watch his speech on TV at home rather than pushing through the crowd to see the tiny Han San-woo.

She didn’t attend the last day’s event, and that saved her life.

The granddaughter stared blankly at her grandfather’s name on the ‘death list’ with her mouth shut.

I couldn’t see the body. But I couldn’t say it was a misfortune, nor could I say it was an outrage.

Given how horrific the incident was, it would not have been wise to show the remains of the dead people.

Nothing had changed now. Her grandfather was dead.

He became one of the many people who lost their lives here.

“Just hold on a little longer. Just a little longer…….”

He was already old enough. Stella City was not a good place for a normal person to take care of their health.

I knew that I didn’t have much time left to be with him. After a few years, he would naturally die.

With his family and friends watching over him, he would have accepted his ending as something that could be considered acceptable, saying, “I wasn’t happy every moment, but I lived a pretty decent life.”

But his end was not so happy.

“grandfather…….”

Until yesterday morning, it seemed like I would be able to see my grandfather again tomorrow.

Like everyone else, we would face a breakup someday, but it didn’t seem like it would be today.

She couldn’t accept it. She couldn’t understand it. But regardless of her feelings, her grandfather’s name never disappeared from the countless ‘lists of victims’.

I blinked. I checked a dozen times to make sure I hadn’t misspelled it.

The tears that flowed out gave her false hope.

Maybe he was just too flustered. Maybe he was just seriously injured and was being treated at the hospital.

It might be the name of someone with the same name. They were the same age, but Stella City is big. Somewhere, there might be someone with the same ‘name and age’ as her grandfather.

It was obviously a wrong feeling to wish that someone else had died instead of her grandfather, but she wanted to find some hope that way.

But her wish never came true.

Grandfather didn’t come back. Not that day, not the next day.

“Police are taking this incident very seriously and are investigating the cause of the damage and tracking down the perpetrator.”

Lisa gritted her teeth and stood in front of the numerous microphones aimed at her.

“Shouldn’t you take responsibility for this situation? How long are you going to evade the situation with such evasive remarks?”

One of the ‘mission-driven’ reporters jumped up and shouted at Lisa.

For many journalists, attacking corporations and public authorities was a lucrative business.

I could build a reputation as a ‘conscientious journalist who does not succumb to social injustice’, and as the recognition of the journalist himself increases, the amount of money he can earn from articles also increases.

But within Stella City, reporters were hardly considered very powerful.

They carefully considered who they could ‘touch’ and when they could ‘touch’, and they only moved when they were sure that now was the time without any repercussions.

The reporter who shouted at Lisa thought now was the time.

“Do you know how many people have died? Why do you think citizens pay taxes for the police?”

Universally, everyone had a common sense of victimization that ‘taxes are too high.’

There was little difference between corporations, ordinary citizens, and even the poor who paid no taxes.

Those words were ‘pleasant to hear’ to the majority of citizens.

The police chief standing in front of the microphone bit his lips tightly.

Considering how poorly the police received support from taxes, no matter how much I thought about it, that reporter and the citizens of Stella City had no right to say such things.

Before Hansan’s full-scale support arrived, they had no choice but to buy used guns abandoned during the war, as they could not even obtain proper rifles.

Instead of being deployed to patrol and maintain order, countless police officers had to waste their time servicing guns that were little more than scrap metal and sorting out usable parts.

But I couldn’t let that anger out, at least not for now.

“……I have nothing to say. I am truly sorry.”

Lisa noticed the greed and ambition mixed in the reporter’s eyes.

The questioning was not intended to be an article, but rather to raise one’s personal reputation.

“To resolve the issue, the police will mobilize all forces-.”

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“Instead of just talking about it, shouldn’t there be a proper plan?”

There was no budget. There was no plan.

No matter how friendly Hansanwoo was to the police, he would not have provided military implants so easily.

But just because you say it out loud, that arrogant reporter won’t be silenced.

They’ll nitpick every single donut an average cop buys, accusing her of putting the police department’s finances at risk because of mismanagement.

“……We will do our best. We will mobilize special police and cooperate with businesses to ensure the safety of citizens.”

It’s not that there weren’t police forces strong enough to fight terrorists, but their numbers were extremely limited.

In order to form a proper team, even Lisa, who had already stepped down from the front lines, had to take up arms and fight.

But I had no choice but to bow my head. The incident was that serious, and it was foolish to show my face to the citizens who were filled with anger.

“And that’s not all! Before the incident, numerous explosive devices were already placed at the venue, and no warning was given to the public while they were being dismantled.”

There was no end to it. As soon as the first reporter opened the floodgates, other reporters also raised their voices to pressure Lisa rather than write articles.

Lisa had no choice but to silently endure the flashing lights and countless cameras aimed at her.

Many people died, but not everyone mourned their deaths.

“That bastard Hansanwoo is like that too… We sacrificed so much for Hansan, and now he’s throwing it away like an old pair of shoes. It’s so cute. Huh?”

Gangs armed with batons and guns were proudly walking the streets.

“Let’s start from here. Hey, manager, come out!”

They didn’t even bother to open the door and enter the store. The shabby wall was blown away with a few hammer blows.

“What, what is this… you?”

The store manager, who opened the door in surprise and came out, was shocked to see the gang surrounding him outside.

“It was nice while we were gone. Huh?”

“Whenever you beg and plead for a discount on your protection money, you immediately turn around and betray us!”

The remnants of the Macheonpa remained. They did not miss the opportunity created by the chaos.

“Hey, what’s going on here…….”

“You don’t know that and you’re asking? You’re a fucking punk who laughs like an idiot when we’re swearing at each other, but then you actually eat salty shit and say it’s good!”

The leader of the group immediately swung an iron pipe and crushed the store manager’s leg.

“Ah, aaaaaaah!”

“Yeah. And without paying the security deposit… You thought you’d be safe when the police came and went here? For the rest of your life?”

“That, that… We don’t have the strength, so we can’t say anything-.”

The leader let out a chuckle.

“Who killed the person, who received protection money… I reported it all to the police. Huh?”

“He was going to kill me if I didn’t answer!”

“Yeah, I know. I’m running towards you with the intention of killing you if you answer that question.”

The iron pipe swung again. This time, it crushed his arm.

“But what can we do about this? Hansanwoo has shit on his face, and the police are going to be really busy… I don’t think they’ll bother coming all the way here.”

“Please, please save me. Please save me-.”

“I never wanted to do this to you either. We worked together a lot, and I felt bad about it personally.”

“Thank you! If you forgive me just this once, I will never betray the Macheonpa again-.”

“however.”

The leader’s expression turned cold.

“If you give a traitor a break, all the other kids will think like you. If the police are strong, you go under the police, and if the gang is strong, you go under the gang…….”

“Hee, heek!”

As he pulled out his gun, the store manager’s face turned red with fear.

He had no choice but to crawl desperately with the one arm and leg he still had left.

“I don’t know if it’s just you, but if the other assholes on this street think that way, I can’t handle it. Do you understand?”

“Please, please save me!”

“Think of it as an example.”

The gun fired. The man, struggling desperately, soon breathed his last along with blood.

“Take everything out. Let’s also take out some new clothes and wear them after a long time.”

“Yes, Captain!”

Dozens of gang members entered the store, killings and looting occurred, but no one dared report it.

The chaos that had subsided for a moment was enveloping the city again.

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