Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 501 114. A gathering place for Haitians

"Roland's butcher shop."

Jack looked at the name of the butcher shop in front of him, memorized it, moved the iron door, and walked into the shop.

As soon as he walked into the store, a smell of plastic mixed with fishy smell entered Jack's nostrils, but the smell did not change Jack's expression.

For a synthetic butcher shop, this smell is quite normal. For Jack, a meat lover, this smell is much better than the sour and smelly ones in some other shops.

Jack looked around, his eyes wandering among the shelves filled with synthetic meat.

The meat was neatly packed in plastic bags, revealing a red color, and in the middle of that red color, a black man wearing a greasy white peaked hat and a shiny sweatshirt stood at the counter.

'Is he Placide?'

Looking at the black man who was also looking at him, Jack walked up to him and said, "I'm looking for Placide."

"Placide?"

When the black man heard Jack say the name, his expression became calm. He raised his hand and pointed at the camera next to him: "Look over there."

Jack looked in the direction of his finger, and the camera turned around and began scanning him.

Verification scan?

Jack thought to himself, feeling a little surprised by the Voodoo Gang's vigilance.

The people in the church must have already informed the people at the butcher shop. Even with such a short distance, do they need to verify it again?
"It seems that it is not so easy for us to find out their secrets."

Jack said in the team channel: "These Haitian guys are quite careful."

"The more vigilant they are, the more it shows how serious it is for them to have their secrets exposed. In other words, they are really being attacked by reality."

Carl understood clearly: "Maybe a group of Six Street Gang members will be enough to clean them all out."

"That's not the case. The Sixth Street Gang also has some guys who just want to make a living but have no real skills, like me in the past."

Oliver said, "It has to be a well-equipped team that specializes in assaults and has a full set of military technology equipment."

"I feel like you were already pretty good in the Sixth Street Gang in the past."

"There are many capable people."

While each person was verifying their identity, the team chatted for a while, and after the blue light camera scanned the entire process, the black clerk nodded.

"That's right, it's you. Go in. Placide is waiting for you at the back."

Sure enough, this person is Placide.

We changed two meeting places and verified it once, so we had the chance to meet.

Jack continued to lead the way to the right side of the butcher shop, and after pushing open the door and walking into the dim corridor, Jack suddenly perked up.

He smelled a scent.

That smell is very familiar.

That's the smell of blood.

This was not the bloody smell that came from synthetic meat and also had a smell of plastic, but the bloody smell that had just flowed out and was spreading in the air.

Jack walked into the storage room at the back, and at this time he understood the source of the bloody smell he smelled.

A strong black man was processing a chicken on the slaughter table. The bloody smell that Jack smelled was the blood flowing from the chicken.

"Placide?"

Jack spoke, and the black man turned his head, holding a knife in his hand. The black man with the knife looked Jack up and down before he spoke: "Mann?"

"it's me."

Jack's response made the black man nod: "It seems that the man is right."

Having said this, he introduced himself: "I am Placid."

"So you're another contact?"

Jack said, "The church people asked me to come find you. To be honest, it's too much trouble to take your job. You keep going around in circles. When will you officially get the job? Give me a definite answer. Otherwise, it will be dark by the time we keep going around like this."

Placide did not respond to Jack's teasing. He just glanced at the other people who came in with Jack with a very calm look, and then looked at them one by one as if he was confirming their identities. Finally, his eyes returned to Jack.

"follow me."

Having said that, he left the chicken on the slaughter table and dialed the communication next to the slaughter table: "Someone go to the back kitchen to continue processing the meat, and then put it in the freezer. It will be used in a few days."

After saying this, he wiped his hands on the cloth next to the slaughter table and walked towards the rolling door next to it.

"You seem so cold. Do you not want to make friends?"

Oliver complained about this guy's performance: "Why are you so arrogant?"

"I think there's no need to talk too much to someone who's going to die sooner or later."

V watched Placide open the shutter door and walk outside, and asked in the channel: "What do you mean?"

"Follow me."

Jack said as he followed, and after following Placide around Taiping State, they walked into a gathering place.

'There are more people with guns.'

Carl looked around and said, "And the proportion of black people has obviously increased. Is this the core area where Haitians gather?"

"It could also be an organization formed by the neighborhood people themselves for safety, you know, just like the Sixth Street Gang."

Oliver also looked around: "But I saw similar tattoos on their exposed arms or shoulders. Those tattoos look weird. Is there any meaning to them?"

"The patterns of Voodoo are not very clear, but one thing is certain, that is, we have reached the core area of ​​the Voodoo Gang. Let's prepare to see the world."

As Carl said this, he had already memorized every gun-carrying person in his mind.

If they are from the Voodoo Gang, then they also have to clean up after encountering problems.

The team followed Placide all the way up and finally stopped at a balcony.

This gathering place for Haitians was built based on the Batti Hotel, and they are currently on the third floor of the hotel.

Placide stopped beside the floor-to-ceiling window on the third floor. Looking around from this height, he could see half of Taiping Province. He could even see the shadow of Dog Town in the distance.

“Ever been to Dogtown?”

Standing next to the French window, Placide looked at Dogtown in the distance and suddenly asked Jack this question.

As a member of the Voodoo Gang, which is rich in hackers, Placide must have checked the actions of Mann's team before, but now he still asked them if they had been to Dogtown.
Is this job related to Dog Town?
Jack looked in the direction of Dogtown and answered:

"I've been there for a while, what happened?"

"We need you to take care of someone over there."

Placide looked back at Jack: "His name is Sliders."

(End of this chapter)