After clearing the game, I became the villain BOSS

Crescent City is a super metropolis in the game "Dawn" and the main stage of the game's plot.

Crescent City is one of the "Five Giant Cities" in the world's government consular areas. It has a population of more than 3200 million, advanced science and technology, a prosperous multiculturalism, and is also home to countless intricate forces.

The three giant companies, the Joint Venture Company, the Jagged Alliance, and the Black Domain Group, all have branches in Crescent City.

There are also various consortiums, large enterprises, ancient families, violent street groups... They together make up this city that is bustling with entertainment but full of crises.

The place where Su Mo was at this time was the "border area" of Crescent City.

The Border District is the most chaotic area in the entire Crescent City. Countless violent groups are rooted here and rule their own territory with strong methods.

Countless vicious cases take place here every day, and murders and violence occur frequently. The number of people killed in street shootings every month is more than the number of people killed in other urban areas in Crescent City combined for several years. The crime rate is rocketing ahead of all human cities.

It's not like the Crescent City authorities haven't thought about managing the border, but the gentlemen of the "City Council" found that instead of sending a large number of security forces to fill in the border and fight with the thugs, limbs flying everywhere, it would be better to abandon the place as a sore.

And for each large consortium, they also need the existence of such a chaotic place in order to seek greater interests beyond the law.

So with the help of various major forces, in Dawn 102, 50 years before the current timeline, the Crescent City Council signed the far-reaching "Border Isolation Act."

After the bill was enacted, the Crescent City authorities withdrew all security forces deployed on the border and built a high wall to separate it from the "inner city", allowing chaos to continue on the border.

At this point, the border area has completely become a stage for thugs.

Although it is still nominally a district of Crescent City, the real rulers are those large violent groups, and the thugs are in charge of all matters here.

The border is a place where knives and bullets speak. The fittest survive and the inferior are eliminated. There is no difference between human life and dog life.

However, this kind of chaos not only did not make Su Mo feel uncomfortable, but instead made him feel like he was home.

After all, the first time he cleared the game was the "King of the Border" ending.

At this time, the first thing Su Mo had to do was find someone to apply for a new identity.

He walked through the streets based on his memory, and it was already night when he arrived at his destination.

The night at the border is more restless than the day, and drunkards can be seen everywhere, all of them are hooligans with colorful hair.

Some of them were lying on the railings, vomiting, and peeing everywhere without regard to hygiene.

There are also some Jiu Jin who are quarreling with others, and when they disagree, they draw guns and shoot at each other.

Pedestrians skillfully hid behind the bunkers and booed and watched, refusing to leave without causing trouble.

Su Mo walked into an alley, where the smell of cigarettes and inferior perfume lingered. The shops along the alley were lit with pink neon lights, and rows of scantily clad girls were posing for him.

"Hey, handsome guy, do you want to play something exciting with your sister?"

"You are a new face, how about I give you a [-]% discount?"

"Do you like black stockings or white stockings? I have them all at home~"

Su Mo ignored them.

He is a clean man.

If you go to play with these girls, just wait for cauliflower to grow.

Su Mo turned around the alley and stopped in front of a short building covered with ivy.

That’s it.he thought.

Sitting on the steps at the door of the low building was a bald, strong man wearing an elastic vest.

His figure is extremely exaggerated, nearly 3 meters tall, and his arm circumference is thicker than an adult man's waist. He is obviously a "prosthetic implanter."

Even though he is made of flesh and blood on the surface, there are probably all kinds of implanted "prosthetic bodies" under his skin that cannot be penetrated by bullets.

Su Mo walked up to the bald man and said, "I'm looking for Heywood."

The bald man was smoking a cigarette and squinting at the uninvited guest in front of him.

Perhaps it was because Su Mo's face was too raw that the bald man ignored him, spit on the ground with a "tui" sound, and continued to smoke.

Su Mo knew very well that in a place like the border, politeness and politeness were useless.

Only fists are the last word.

Su Mo activated the Crazy Bone Blood Code and wrapped his fist with strong bones.

"Boom!" He punched the wall, leaving a big hole.

Seeing that this thin and frail young man actually had a blood code, the bald man frowned and his eyes became colder.

He stood up and used his height advantage to look down at Su Mo. His implanted prosthetic eyes flashed with electric arcs, and his muscles expanded several times, clearly entering a fighting state.

Su Mo did not shy away from looking at the bald man. Although he was taller, his momentum was not inferior. He said coldly: "Silly big man, you have delayed Heywood's money making. Can you bear the responsibility?"

Not long after Su Mo finished speaking, a hoarse voice came from the intercom next to the door: "Tank, bring him in."

The bald man named "Tank" snorted coldly and motioned for Su Mo to follow.

Su Mo followed Tank through the front door and into the courtyard, where many strong men like Tank were drinking.

Judging from their aura, these were thugs licking blood from their swords. They glanced at Su Mo with appraising eyes, not hostile but not friendly either.

Su Mo ignored them and walked straight into the main room.

The room was dimly lit, with unique-smelling incense burning in the corner. An old man wearing toad glasses sat on a wooden chair with his legs crossed. Next to him, two beautiful young girls were rubbing his shoulders and beating his legs.

This person is "Haywood".

Even though this guy looks a bit silly wearing toad glasses, he is actually a frontier gangster who takes both black and white, and many violent groups give him face.

Because Heywood knows some government dignitaries and has many connections in Crescent City, he can accomplish many things that are difficult for ordinary people to accomplish.

Moreover, according to Su Mo's gaming experience, Heywood has a very good reputation. He will do things when he is paid, and will refund money if he fails to do so. He will not do the kind of dirty behavior that makes customers lose money and money.

Heywood glanced at Su Mo and said calmly: "I'm not from Crescent City."

Su Mo asked, "Oh? How did you tell?"

Heywood: "I know all the people here in the border area who use the crazy blood code, but I have never seen someone like you. Are you a company dog?"

Su Mo: "You talk too much."

This calm and indifferent attitude made Heywood squint his eyes. This young man seemed to have had a lot of dealings with underground forces.

Su Mo stopped talking nonsense and directly stated his purpose: "I'll give you 15 yuan and help me get a Crescent City citizen identity, the kind that can be filed with the Public Security Bureau."

Heywood grinned: "Young man, you want me to help you apply for an identity for 15? Are you dreaming?"

Su Mo frowned: "Don't you always pay this price?"

Heywood chuckled: "Hey, it seems that I have inquired in advance. Let me tell you the truth, you can do it for 15, but this is an acquaintance price for regular customers."

"You're a stranger, who knows what you're going to do after you get your identity? What if someone from the Public Security Bureau comes to trouble me? 15 won't be able to compensate for the losses involved."

Su Mo: "Anyway, I just want to add money."

Heywood did not beat around the bush and opened his palm directly: "50 monthly coins, no less."