Chapter 370 If you are not drunk, everyone will get drunk (two-in-one)

No. 44 mentioned something, that is, "high-level guests can even decide the life or death of lower-level guests."

He is now on the 44th floor and can ask the hotel to capture the guests below the 43rd floor and bring them directly to him in a life-or-death manner of his choice.

It's just one level lower, but it still possesses overwhelming power.

From the words of No. 44, Russell keenly captured a fact that is taken for granted... that is, on the island of Tongshen, where money can buy almost everything, the high-rise rooms of the Tartarus Hotel are not.

Things that money can buy.

At the top of money is power.

Russell didn't know where the early twenties were, but at least the floors above the 44th floor could not be bought with money, but were allocated directly by the board of directors of Shenzhi Heavy Industry... How long would this allocation last from the 44th floor down?

Layer, Russell didn't know.

But one thing is certain. It is impossible to use money to shake the power of the board of directors from the beginning.

That is the so-called "not for sale".

Compared with this floor, a mere human life is easy to buy.

You don't even have to pay... you just sit here and let the hotel grab whoever you want. This is the privilege of living in the high-rises of Tartarus.

substantive power.

The situation is completely different from Happy Island and Sogo Island - at least in the two empty islands that Russell is familiar with, human directors will hardly squander their power. In other words, they will be very cautious when exercising their power. Although they

He occupies a position second only to the permanent director as the immortal species, but in essence, he is just a puppet chosen by the elves to satisfy the dragon's requirements.

Although he still has overwhelming power over his subordinates in the same company, that's all.

The deterrence from the dragon can even prevent the elf directors from openly killing an ordinary person; the human directors will eventually run out of life, usually focusing on making money for future generations, or focusing on raising children, while

Send him to the highest possible position while still alive.

That's all.

The company is indeed a behemoth. You don’t even need to be a director, just a middle-level or senior leader can change the fate of millions of people with a single word. But everyone must act within the rules set by the dragons...walking on thin ice.

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However, Tongshen Island is different.

Russell has not met the elf directors here yet, only Chairman Sal. He is indeed a friendly and kind person.

But the human directors here seem to be crazy - completely opposite to the situation on Happy Island.

They are deeply addicted to the poison of power.

Make humans into machines and machines into humans.

Break down your superior power into "floors" with clear hierarchies, rent the lower floors above the 20th floor to wealthy people, and rent the floors below the 20th floor to criminals and uncoded persons.

Anyone. As long as they stay in the hotel, Tartarus will protect their safety.

Russell looked down from the window - even the aerial vehicle of the Sanzhi Heavy Industry Executive Department did not dare to approach here and could only park half a street away. Russell had no doubt that if it got any closer, it would be destroyed by those

The drone patrolling the sky was shot down directly.

The employees of Tartarus can only serve Tartarus throughout their lives.

This is the so-called indentured labor.

Theoretically speaking, indentured workers still have recognized human rights; they are just restricted by legal contracts and cannot break away from their jobs. This is because although they have human rights and freedoms, they do not have the freedom to "break away from work" because of the existence of the contract.

If the degree of transformation of the prosthetic body has reached this level, if there is no Tartarus - or the unique technology of Shenzhen Heavy Industry to maintain it, it will definitely go crazy. That is to say, no matter how much money you earn here or how much you save,

Even if they save money, they will never be able to escape from Tartarus.

Because of this, they are trustworthy "security guards" and "managers". If the loss of personality is regarded as a kind of spiritual death, then the only result of their betrayal of Tartarus is the death of personality.

There may not be many such employees in this fifty-story hotel.

But what makes Russell feel heavy is that such "contracted labor" can clearly exist in Tartarus.

That means there are probably other places on Tongshen Island...for example, Mr. Rex. They, the researchers, don't even dare to drink outside. They must have signed some kind of contract.

A deformed society like Happy Island...can it really be considered a "happy" island among the seven empty islands?

So, will Chairman Sai Lun become a saint?

Because she actually did something good?

——What good deeds have you done? Let Happy Island not be the worst.

...so ridiculous.

Russell even shouted directly and couldn't help but sneer.

No wonder Tongshen Island does not suppress the Uncoded like Happy Island... Even if the synths rebelled and robbed a red mecha, they still held a banquet as usual.

Because they don't need it at all.

The rebels, composed of the Uncoded, were unable to damage the Tartarus Hotel at all.

Shenzhi Heavy Industry did not research "weapons", so it did not touch the dragon's bottom line.

But the advanced materials they studied—the buildings that cannot be breached, and the "knights" transformed into high-strength prosthetics—can easily ignore most firepower just by relying on the materials themselves.

And those "multifunctional drones" equipped with cameras, searchlights, listening devices and other equipment also have firepower.

The more violent the rebels are, the more they are helping to sell "hotel tickets".

These tickets are like "indulgence coupons". Or tickets to Noah's Ark.

No matter how rich the boss is, they can only move to a certain floor after the board of directors nods and approves. Which floor of the room they can buy depends not on how much money they have, but how much face the board of directors is willing to give them - and they

What you have to pay is definitely not just the little "accommodation money". You must pay more, and even become another kind of "contracted labor" on the board of directors, in order to gain security and power.

No matter what they are afraid of.

Be it rebel synths, Uncoded killers, or mercenaries and mages... they all can only come to Tartarus.

They voluntarily give up something to enter "hell". And how long they can live there is obviously not up to them.

Even if they have paid a hundred years of accommodation fees, the board of directors can snatch him out of the room if they want. The person who does this is even the "security guard" who was originally protecting them.

"...In this case, it is very suspicious that those synthetic humans who have been living in the laboratory since birth suddenly mastered a giant robot."

Russell frowned.

If he guessed correctly...

I am afraid that the "synthetic rebellion" itself is also driven by the board of directors.

He had a vague idea in his heart...

If it were him before, he probably wouldn't have dared to do such a bold thing.

But for him now, the sense of restraint from human morality has become much lighter.

He shook his head and put this thought aside for now. He continued to look for Ringo in room 4401.

When he entered the bedroom, he finally found her.

But when Russell saw her, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Because Ringo at this moment does not look very decent——

She was holding a cup of hot cocoa, sipping it in small sips. Her cheeks were flushed, and her collarbones were stained red, as if she had drunk too much wine.

Seeing Russell come in, Ringo seemed a little unresponsive.

But then, she subconsciously let out an aggrieved whimper.

It's like a dog jumping up and kicking at the door when its owner comes home.

"Mr. Ultramarine!"

Perhaps because Coco drank too much, her voice became high-pitched and loud, even a little sharp: "Why did you leave me over there--"

"Ah, sorry sorry..."

Russell watched Ringo jump off the bed, trotted all the way up to him, and subconsciously touched Ringo's hair.

"I promised to keep an eye on you..."

Ringo's voice sounded very aggrieved.

Compared to the clear and lovely voice before, her voice sounded softer and smoother now.

When you act coquettishly, it's as sweet as soaking in syrup.

Russell was almost drowning in syrup, with an expression like an old man's cell phone on the subway.

"...Are you drunk?"

He held Lin Jiao's chin with his left hand and opened her eyelids with his right hand, revealing clear bloodshot eyes.

"Can you drink cocoa? Do you want me to take you to the hospital?"

Russell said casually.
To be continued...