‘A person sent by a company.’
This may be a term for me. If you look at the meaning of the word itself, it is correct.
In Dusk City, collectively referred to as a ‘company’ refers to a corporate association of megacorps, megacorps or semi-megacorps, which most of us have no choice but to talk about with caution.
And I am the employee of Megacorp Ishiho who deserves to be called a corporation,
Employee code DC117095—It’s a dispatched job directly under the president.
But he didn’t seem to be talking about it.
In the case of ordinary ordinary employees, the affiliation and rank can be found out from the DCPD’s own database, but in the case of the president directly, the information is locked.
In my case, when I was working as a restaurant head chef, I had to hide my identity well, so the security is more stringent.
There is no way even a patrol officer can find out what I do or what company I belong to.
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Moreover, it was expressed as ‘upper line’.
City polis are often referred to as corporate dogs. And at the same time, it was a fairly accurate expression as well.
The privatized DCPD has become a group that prioritizes the profits of the police department rather than city security or the safety of citizens.
The biggest guarantee of profits in Dusk City is always getting commissions from companies.
What’s more, the corporations even divided the police department’s stake like a pizza slice, so you can’t ignore Megacorp’s attention when you’re investigating.
And one in particular among dogs.
There is only one Megacorp, which controls the Police Department as the largest shareholder, with a larger stake than the Dusk City administration.
I already know the name.
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Militia.
Of all the companies in Dusk City, it is the company that can make the biggest impact on DCPD.
To put it bluntly, as true detectives say, the name of the police department’s strongest special tactical unit is MILI-TAC.
You can easily guess the influence of Milicia just by looking at the attachment of Milicia’s Milli.
In fact, it should be said that the current DCPD has become like a subsidiary of Milicia.
So, out of the many companies that are stretching out in City Police, including my head office, Si-ho Lee, there is only one company that the patrol officer can call directly ‘superior’ or ‘superior’.
If so, here’s the problem.
Why did the patrol officer in front of me think that I was the one dispatched from Milicia?
Of course, I am not a member of Milicia. Rather, it would be more accurate to say the opposite.
He was a test subject in his research lab, let alone an employee, but managed to escape.
“… .”
He kept his expressionless posture and wet his dry lips with black coffee.
As the bitter taste lingers around my mouth, I feel like my mind is sharpened.
Up until now, I was thinking of denying it right away.
I am not affiliated with Milicia, and there is evidence to support him. Because that’s true.
If someone else has a misunderstanding about me, it’s best to clear up that misunderstanding.
But if you think about it, is it really necessary?
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My affair with Milicia, and the vague memories I had in the laboratory, still haunt me.
And this mysterious microchip… .
You can’t avoid it forever I had to figure out everything I knew.
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Milcia.
I needed more information about that Megacorp, whose name alone gave me a slight dread.
And a DCPD patrol officer who calls Milicia a superior might be the right person to get what he wants.
It can be dangerous, but it’s worth it if you’re going to survive in Dusk City.
If I had only been out of this because I was scared, I wouldn’t have fought Ned Rudd the day before yesterday, and I wouldn’t have run into that Dead Cell gang.
As there is always an opportunity in a crisis, I couldn’t miss this opportunity.
“I wonder why you thought that way. Were you sent by the company?”
He pretends to be as relaxed as possible and speaks calmly.
If the other person thinks of me as a person from the upper level, I match that perception.
At my sudden change in mood, the patrol officer narrowed the aperture of the helmet lens and said:
[I am a pure Asian from Shintokyo, but it was very strange that I used the monorail in the lower level.
It would be like that if it was only for one day, but you have used the lower platform every time you run into each other during the unintentional checkpoint.]
“It must have been a winner.”
I heard it and it is
Even if I was a patrol, ‘What are you doing?’ would have wanted
If you are a pure Asian, even a new Tokyo migrant, you are an elite among the elite.
It is not a silver spoon or a gold spoon, but a diamond spoon or a titanium spoon, which is the appropriate weight class.
It’s not that everyone looks at me with surprise or envy whenever I say that I’m from Shin-dong-gyeong for nothing.
He was very wealthy with his personal assets alone, so it would be normal to use a personal AV or upper-floor Skyline service, let alone the lower monorail.
A person like that, wearing a mask for a large air purifier, appears on the platform every day, and it seems suspicious.
In a day or two, I’d like to see if I could even experience the common people, but I’ve been doing this every day for over a week.
Unless you’re a crazy person, it’s reasonable to think that you’re doing this for a reason.
Of course, there is no real reason… It’s a lie to say that I’m from Shintokyo in the first place, and I’m only living in the lower classes because I’m a poor salaried worker.
[I thought there was probably something going on downstairs. And the most likely candidate for the cause was this case.]
it’s this case
You’re probably talking about the Dead Cell touching Megacorp’s heart.
And judging from the circumstances of the story, the Megacorp’s true identity is… .
‘Milicia.’
Otherwise, there is no reason for the DCPD to act like a fire in the foot like this, and there is no reason for a patrol officer to judge me as a person at the top of the organization.
After much thought, I said in a meaningful voice.
“… Dead Cells, I’ve been in a lot of trouble with them.”
I didn’t lie.
The last time I worked on the platform, and the same thing I did at the Game Center today.
Because it’s true that I’m constantly in trouble with DCPD because of Dead Cell.
Now that I think about it, it doesn’t make sense.
If I had to pick three gangs that shouldn’t be involved in Dusk City, it would be the Luddites, Dead Cells, and DCPD in all probability.
But in the last three days, I’ve been involved with all three organizations.
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My seller I don’t think it should be really good.
[indeed. The inspector secretly dispatched from the upper level was correct.]
Understanding my ambiguous answer as a positive meaning, the patrol officer nodded.
This is the reaction I wanted.
[I guessed it because you showed up twice at the scene where the mechanics appeared. There were also remarks from my superiors.]
Aha.
Now I have a little sense of what happened.
‘The inspector may come down for a dead cell gun. So be careful with your actions.’ I heard something like
I, who had been acting suspiciously, appeared again at the wrong time and helped the City Police, so I thought I might be the inspector.
Honestly, it’s a plausible guess. If I were a patrol officer in the same situation, I would be misunderstood.
Actually, it’s just a coincidence, I don’t even know what a secret inspector is.
Is it like Secret Agent?
[At first, I thought about the possibility that it might be a person from another company or organization who got the news quickly and was interested in the case, but… If it had been that way, he would not have helped the patrols even at the risk.]
It’s a person from another company.
I helped even at the risk, because I didn’t know what kind of sparks would set off on me if a police officer died.
And a little bit of goodwill was added that you can’t just sit around watching people die.
For some reason, the moment I had that thought, I opened my mouth without realizing it.
“Isn’t it possible that I helped out of pure good intentions?”
And at my words, the patrolman blinked over the glass grains that were stretched out like spiders.
[…] That’s a funny joke.]
It’s not fun at all. Rather, he answered with a mechanical sound that even seemed to have an unpleasant look.
[There is no such thing in the world.]
There is no such thing as pure goodwill in the world… .
It was very pessimistic for the words of a patrol officer in charge of security in the city.
No, on the other hand, as a patrol officer, I have become so pessimistic.
It’s a job where you have to experience the dark side of Dusk City firsthand, a feast of horrific crimes and terrorism.
[sorry. The atmosphere has subsided. I was very tired these days, so I made a mistake.]
For a moment, there was a gloomy air that was difficult to get close to.
The patrolman shook his head at the sharp words he uttered involuntarily and drank coffee by inserting the helmet-connected straw again.
He must have been tired from drinking triple shot espresso like that.
A sigh escaped the patrol officer’s mouth when he mentioned a little about it.
[It is a bit true to speak in front of the inspectorate, but the shortage of manpower and overload are chronic problems of DCPD. By the way, the dead cell gun exploded… .]
Controlling everything in the vicinity, tracking down the dead cell’s traces, and collecting and searching for information.
There are too many things to do.
In particular, patrol officers with a high body modification level have to work long hours and denser than ordinary police officers as they have excellent work efficiency, and they get a lot of fatigue and stress.
It was such a story.
The patrol officer, who had unleashed the grievances that he had hidden inside without realizing it, looked at me, coughing as if he had missed it.
“… I’m not going anywhere to talk. Do not worry.”
Do I have any qualifications as a counselor?
Or is it because of the amount of stress that has accumulated to the point of confiding like this to someone you don’t know well—a supervisor dispatched by the superior?
I nod my head thinking that the members of City Police, who had only vaguely thought that they were vaguely scary and harsh, had such difficulties.
Anyway, that’s it.
In the end, it was nothing more than lamentation, and the secret or important story I had hoped for did not come out.
No matter how high-ranking inspectors are, it is not easy to divulge such content.
He is also an elite high-ranking officer of the DCPD. It’s not easy.
It’s an open coffee shop, so there must be something like that.
With those thoughts in mind, the patrol officer said in an insignificant tone as he stirred the black powder from the bottom of the espresso cup he had sucked to the floor.
[Anyway, f**king psycho gangsters. It seems like they are competing with each other no matter how far they go.
Doesn’t Luddite attack a noblewoman in a bar, and doesn’t Dead Cell steal lab secret data? .]
Startle.
I tried hard not to be surprised by that, and I recalled what I had just heard.
I wondered why he was reacting so sensitively because of an accident.
Lab confidential data… .
Even that, data from the Milicia Lab.
They stole it from the dead cell.
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