I'm a villain, not a devil

The winter in Paradise City is extremely long. Not only is there the threat of dirty snow, but the lowest temperature can even reach minus 30 degrees Celsius.

In such a harsh environment, this corrupt and absurd city often goes into hibernation for several months, with the rich staying at home and the poor holding the stove.

Of course, that's just the past.

Now, even though the cold wind and dirty snow are howling together, there are still countless people busy and busy.

The corpses all over the city cannot be delayed until the warming season, otherwise, bigger trouble will come.

Under the dirty snow, people moved the corpses quickly with hands and feet, and then put them into the incinerator by category.

The generosity of those in power in Paradise City exceeded their expectations.

Everyone's outdoor working hours are strictly regulated, three hours when it snows and six hours when there is no snow, and a fixed antidote is delivered every week.

At the same time, major factories are operating vigorously, and various medicines and daily necessities are being continuously produced.

Everyone can receive enough survival supplies every day, and the big fish and meat are naturally not enough. However, many poor people are surprised to find that the supplies distributed above can actually make them live more comfortably than in previous winters.

Even the artificial sun in the city has been moved to areas with dense crowds.

Every time you complete a certain amount of work quota, you can step into the warm dome and enjoy half an hour of warmth and sunshine.

The soaked rice mixed with minced meat and dried vegetables doesn't taste good, but it's definitely good enough.

You can even enjoy the sunshine and food while leaning on the chair in the preparation area and receiving free prosthetic repair and maintenance from the prosthetic doctor. This is all free of charge!

Moreover, prosthetic doctors will not neglect you because of your identity. They also have their own work goals.

Those who are the first to complete their work goals will receive a large reward, which is why they work so hard.

Of course, not everyone will work so honestly.

The rioters, the rioters, and the otherwise rich, they always make some news every now and then.

However, the friendly members of [Golden Ghost] will hang them on the mobile street lights on the street, performing a 360-degree luminous display with no blind spots.

The scene and atmosphere always become warm all of a sudden.

This corrupt, chaotic city, always filled with violence and crime, has entered into a high-speed and orderly process in a strange manner.

As time went on, some people were surprised to find out.

This kind of life seems to be much more comfortable than my original life...

There is no need to quarrel with vendors selling supplies, no need to worry about being beaten and having the prosthetic body taken away when walking on the road at night, and no need to worry about the cold, hunger, and toxins in winter.

The change was staggering, but it didn't seem that hard to accept.

Some people find that before falling asleep, they start to look forward to tomorrow.

……

"If this continues, I'm afraid there will be no tomorrow."

Due to recent events, the reconstruction of [Golden Ghost] has temporarily come to a standstill. In the temporary conference room, the expressions of a group of people were not good.

Most people haven't had a good night's sleep during this time.

Endeli had two dark circles under his eyes, pinched his eyebrows, and looked at Sean bitterly:

"Brother, I really can't hold on anymore... I can only improve the efficiency of the machines, and the machines also need to rest. Yesterday, a reaction device exploded in the antidote assembly line in the south of the city, killing more than a dozen people."

He rubbed his face: "Not to mention mechanics, there are only a handful of literate people in Paradise City... Moreover, in this incident, in terms of proportion, more literate people died."

"It's okay to let those illiterate people do some physical work. Some machines can't be learned in just a few days."

Sean nodded: "I will send another group of people to your place. Don't worry about whether to blow it up or not. First ensure the supply of supplies."

Endeli nodded with a grimace.

Moza, who was standing nearby, pushed up his glasses and continued: "The residents' emotions that I thought were the most difficult to deal with turned out to be the easiest to solve. The problem of sudden population decline has been exposed."

"There are too many abandoned factories and machines, and many people have to deal with the corpses all over the city. Many of the original measures have been paralyzed."

There was also solemnity in his voice.

"Basic measures such as water and electricity must be maintained by people, and there are only a few reliable and experienced technical workers. Moreover, if no one is watching, their efficiency will plummet... For them, our rewards are not that tempting. Man, these guys are very talented, they will definitely be reused during the reconstruction process, and it will be a matter of time before they gain assets again."

Sean laughed calmly: "Don't worry about the level of technical skills. Just pick a few veterans and kill them. If anyone leaks any information, they will report it internally. In addition, the newly trained technicians will be promoted. After solving the problem, [Golden Ghost] also gave the newcomers the full scoop, letting the veterans know that if they don’t do it, others will do it.”

Moza nodded: "I understand, brother."

Many people have reported the problems they encountered here in batches. Each of them is not simple, and now they can only deal with it temporarily.

Finally, everyone looked at Sherrill, who was responsible for maintaining order in the city.

Sherrill scratched his head: "The mobile street light invented by my brother is very useful. In the first few days, more people were killed. After the street light circulated around the city for a few days, everyone became much calmer."

Sean grinned. Sure enough, it was very reassuring for Sherrill to do such a thing.

A three-meter-long man pushed a luminous street lamp with many corpses hanging on it around the city. It must be a nightmare for people.

Moreover, this big man is rough and tumble, and some people with small thoughts use false evidence to report their former enemies, but Sherrill is very fair and does not accuse others unjustly.

Sean thought for a while: "The street lights can be removed. Now that the collection of corpses has come to an end, some things should no longer be displayed. However, the people who deserve to be killed still have to be killed. It's up to you."

Sherrill nodded in agreement.

Sean thought thoughtfully and said: "In the final analysis, the city still lacks supplies and professionals. We [Golden Ghosts] are a grassroots team after all..."

This is reality. Although it is still under control, everyone understands that it cannot continue like this.

Moza said: "There are professionals. The remaining people from the three major forces are basically not combatants. They still have some experience in management. But on the one hand, there are not enough people, and on the other hand, their thoughts are difficult to guarantee. , we can’t hand everything over.”

Sean nodded: "I expected this...Have you caught all the people you asked to arrest?"

Sherrill nodded and said in a low voice: "They are all locked up together."

"It's time to put them to use..."

Paradise City has undergone tremendous changes, and the most indispensable thing in the chaos is speculators.

Natural disaster wealth and war wealth are the easiest to make.