Chapter 918 - 197: Furious Wind Roars (1)

[A car bomb attack occurred in Old East German Worker Village——]

[The deceased was confirmed to be Damiano de Visconti, the general manager at Kael Medical Disease Control Company, responsible for multiple European Union public projects.]

[This is a serious provocation against the European Barrier...]

"...That damned Visconti is a bad seed, I know him, always driving sports cars through residential areas, changing a woman a day, sometimes even going for men!"

"Yeah, yeah, I know too, it’s just I don’t have a daughter, or I’d twist off his big cannon."

"I think it’s good he’s dead, just too bad for those unfortunate enough to get caught in the blast..."

"Let’s look at something else, I heard the whale is being sent into the factory today, IEC has a new production plan to announce..."

"What? Isn’t the preparation of materials during the typhoon already finished? More overtime?"

"I don’t know..."

The whole worker district was packed with police cars and drones, if this were in Night City, such blatant military presence on the streets would have had the locals cowering at home, cursing Ryan out between trembling fits.

"I see the whale!"

A worker called out excitedly from the balcony surrounding the factory’s exterior: "I see the whale!"

...

"What do you think about this matter..."

Elliot asked while gesturing to ensure they could talk safely.

Sevens’ expression remained cold: "What do I think? To be honest... as long as you’re in this circle, these kinds of cases aren’t rare."

The two sat in the Mackinaw pickup truck at the front of the whale transport convoy.

Everything was as it was on the first day entering Old East German District, but this time, they needed to completely secure the whale in the middle of the industrial complex, at the same time... using a very ancient method to lift people’s spirits.

Elliot was stunned: "You’re talking about this... human trafficking? But the European Union is already the safest place in the world..."

"The European Union indeed has the lowest crime rate globally, but it doesn’t mean the crime rate is zero——

You know, back when I was in college, a professor once told me: crime rate statistics are always lower than the actual....

The European Union almost never has cold cases, only solved iron-clad cases, but..."

Sevens took out a small black item from his pocket, it gleamed with metallic luster under the sun.

Elliot asked: "What is that?"

"A piece of alloy, I made it using neural metallurgy equipment during a university gold work internship."

As a seasoned metallurgy worker, Elliot could recognize what it was at a glance with slight astonishment: "Aluminum alloy? The surface oxidation pattern is pretty, didn’t expect you were this skilled?

If you hadn’t said it was made during a college internship, I’d have thought it was a veteran’s work..."

Sevens smiled and tossed the item over to Elliot——

Upon holding it, Elliot realized something was wrong.

It was too light, though most aluminum alloys were light, this was still too light.

"...It’s carbon fiber, not aluminum alloy."

"Yes, it’s carbon fiber, not aluminum alloy: you see, when a truth isn’t discovered by yourself, you have no reason to believe it’s real.

Moreover, who can guarantee they are omniscient, capable of uncovering all the truths in this world?"

Elliot suddenly realized: "You’re saying the truth doesn’t matter at all!"

Sevens tucked the item back into his pocket, still wearing a poker face, but Elliot felt he was displeased, perhaps even wanting to roll his eyes.

"Hey~" Elliot embraced Sevens, "We’ll soon be promoted, leading workers out of Earth, isn’t that romantic?"

As a child, I watched Soviet propaganda films where every kid dreamed of flying spaceships, I was no different.

I think Graham instructor’s words were very enlightening, I never knew what the end of this path would look like until now, I have a goal:

We’ll explore outer space with our worker brothers, colonize the Moon, Mars... explore the boundaries of the Universe!"

He paused and glanced forward, where Alina wore a gentle smile on her face.

Further ahead, Carl stood by the whale, cheering.

These scenes he once dreamed of when he was holed up in a rented apartment, finding satisfaction only from adult films.

Now they had come true...

He would have compatriots charging by his side, a great endeavor, realized romantic dreams, finally....

Just as his father told him, to have a wife who loves him.

"The European Union will progress towards the light..." Elliot grew more and more spirited, looking at Sevens, "Bro, you once said you didn’t want the European Union to collapse because of unspoken demands, now I understand you.

We are going to achieve great things together!"

Having said that, the former fat man agilely clung to the car door, sticking his head out the window——

Crowds lining both sides cheered for him, drones in the sky escorted him, Interpol standing by on both sides, Network Supervision hidden nearby providing security, while the world’s most dazzling sports star rushed to him in a floating car——

In a few days, once they’re done accomplishing all this, members of the European Union’s highest authority, the Central Executive Committee, would personally present him an award, appointing him as a true senior official!

The Grove family—or rather the Grove clan, his dad, grandpa, grandma would all be proud of him if they could see this day!

"Workers of the European Union! You have worked hard!"

Voices were turbulent, the waving hands resembling surging waves.

However, Sevens didn’t join Elliot in welcoming all this, but kept fiddling with the "carbon fiber" in his pocket...

Which actually wasn’t carbon fiber, but a plastic-metal composite.

This thing is found in almost all prosthetic implant components, and precisely because of this, CINO and OTEC need offshore platforms to cultivate special plastics.

Decades ago, after the collapse of the old internet, people lost the correct method for industrial production of this material, having to continually use manpower to fill gaps in workmanship...

Today, this process has become mature again.

Immature processes kill many people, the European Union might not have as many deaths from violent crimes as Night City, but during that time, production accidents were very frequent...

Predictably, the IEC, about to resume orbital business, certainly would need many workers to fill gaps due to "immaturity in crafts and business".

"A romantic future... if people only need to wholeheartedly pursue dreams, then this wouldn’t be reality."

Johnny appeared beside Sevens, the statement was overheard by them.

[Johnny: Didn’t expect this cold-faced civil servant could say such things.]

[Johnny: Fatso Elliot is about to become the national president of Workers’ Union, the story is drawing a perfect ending soon...]

[Johnny: But I don’t believe this world will have fairy tale endings.]

[Johnny: How’s the chicken roll stuff going?]