Pretending To Be A Boss-Chapter 468 - 80: Fortress of Freedom (4th Update)

Lincoln Fortress, the second layer.

In Free America, gunfights every day.

When Akasi first heard this phrase, he thought it was a joke.

After all, in Huaxia's fifty-six fortresses, many people yearned for Lincoln Fortress.

It seemed as if it were heaven, a land of gold. The rise of the saying "Good landlords in this life, next life in America" originated in this way.

It appeared as though all fortresses were unfavorable, while everything in Lincoln Fortress was commendable.

Akasi naturally thought that those who held such views were delusional, and now that he had arrived at Lincoln Fortress, he was even more convinced of this.

This was a fortress with wealth disparity so vast it was unimaginable.

There was no need to speak of the bottom level; the civilization of all fortresses' lower levels was still stuck in the slave era.

Yet between the second and fourth layers, one could discern the attitude of this fortress's citizens.

As for the fifth layer and above, those were classified areas.

These past few days, Akasi, Tang Suoye, and Yuan Wu had been residing as travelers in cheap apartments on the second layer.

Even just on the second layer, one could see many exceptionally luxurious buildings within Lincoln Fortress.

There were extremely bustling commercial streets here that, by comparison, hardly lacked against those of the Champs-Elysées.

But perhaps after turning a few blocks, one would suddenly find oneself in the gloomy alleys of Gotham City.

One might encounter a few pale-faced addicts, their faces marked with tattoos, committing robberies.

Or perhaps the sound of glass being shattered could be heard from some shop in the distance.

A black man named Franklin together with whites named Trevor and Mike sped away on their motorcycles through the narrow streets.

The police behind them shouted through their megaphones to stop.

The worn-out dancers, their faces sallow, loudly called out to handsome guys, asking if they wanted fried rice.

The passersby around seemed not at all surprised by this.

In the streets of the poor districts, large groups of workers were also demonstrating and protesting.

When the various scenes of that grand nation from centuries past were all compressed into the tiny Pyramid, it made this fortress seem so busy.

This place was indeed full of opportunities, but it was not better than Huaxia; at least in Huaxia, you wouldn't have people egging others on with the phrase "qingchong" in any forum's comment section.

In Churchill's old home, there's a toilet made of pure gold, the work of the renowned designer Catalan.

The name of this toilet is America.

Catalan hoped to express a sharp satire on the excess wealth through this golden toilet.

"No matter what you eat, a 200-dollar lunch or a 2-dollar hot dog, the outcome in the toilet is the same."

Even if this country seems like every inch is worth its weight in gold.

This is the best interpretation of America.

Anyway, within the chaos of Lincoln Fortress, Akasi, Yuan Wu, and their companions did not attract any attention. They infiltrated into Lincoln Fortress very discreetly, gradually seeking out information about the Evolution Zone.

People thought that Lincoln Fortress had freedom of information; there was no such thing as a "wall."

But in reality, the "wall" always exists; it's just in a different form.

For several consecutive days, Akasi, Tang Suoye, and Yuan Wu didn't uncover any information.

Even the phrase "Evolution Zone" was unfamiliar to the local populace.

So, the more advanced a country, the stronger its ability to block information.

In a fast food restaurant, Akasi, holding a pizza-flavored and shaped nutrition meal, was enjoying lunch with Tang Suoye and Yuan Wu.

At the same time, they were confirming the intelligence for the day.

"Sorry... I still haven't found any news about Lord Song Que, nor any trace of the Evolution Zone," Yuan Wu said.

Yuan Wu didn't express joy or anger, so his other emotions were relatively intense, and he always seemed to convey panic and fright when he spoke.

Akasi nodded and glanced at Tang Suoye.

Tang Suoye, who was quickly devouring his food, shook his head.

Akasi had brought Tang Suoye to the Evolution Zone hoping that they might find a way to restore Tang's ability to speak.

Rescuing Song Que was naturally the highest priority, but now they couldn't even ascertain whether Song Que, let alone the Evolution Zone, was in Lincoln Fortress.

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Because they couldn't reach the fifth layer or the higher levels.

Unlike the Thirty-nine Fortresses.

The citizens of the Thirty-nine Fortresses were extremely compliant and had high satisfaction with their lives.

Therefore, the security needed at the entrances to different layers wasn't overly strict.

But Lincoln Fortress was different.

The incidents that occurred on the second layer often took place on the third and fourth layers as well.

The Gotham Neighborhood, Metropolitan Neighborhood, and neighborhoods like Central City experienced disturbances every day.

Compared to the second layer's Los Santos District, the riots in these neighborhoods were even more exaggerated.

Gotham District's Third People's Hospital, also known as Arkham Asylum, was brimming with talent; patients would occasionally break out, causing the entire fourth layer to be busy.

And what people on the second layer enjoyed watching the most was the live crime reporting broadcast from the fourth layer.

Therefore, the guards of Lincoln Fortress's layers were extremely tight.

They were the finest regular troops, equipped with the strongest gear and were more numerous than those in other fortresses.

Akasi and Tang Suoye, despite their formidable abilities, couldn't infiltrate the next layer in the face of such numerous guards.

Thus, for these past several days, the three of them hadn't made any substantial progress.

But today was different.

While the three were dining, suddenly there came a middle-aged man dressed in a khaki coat and round hat, resembling a private detective from the twentieth century.

His body was bloated, the kind swollen from years of cola and fried chicken consumption.

In short, the embodiment of a fat nerd.

This "great detective" plopped down opposite Akasi; just as Akasi was about to shoo him away, he started speaking: