Dr. Edison was certainly not turning over a new leaf out of kindness to help Vill-V build a prison.
When it came to assisting Vill-V with fraud, however, he was completely sincere.
Who exactly was this Vill-V? She was a cunning swindler, a master of deception.
It was she who had tricked Dr. Tesla and those European financial groups with schemes, putting them through untold turmoil.
Without a doubt, she must have used the same methods she employed against Dr. Tesla to fool Dr. Newton as well, planning to swindle another round of funding before running off. If that was the case, why not give her a helping hand and offer her the opportunity?
Compared to completing the task assigned from above, that bit of funding was negligible. If using that money could entice her to linger a little longer, all the better.
The Ministry of Energy's delaying tactics could stall things for at most a month or two. But if the chief designer of the construction side dragged her feet, the entire project could grind to a halt.
The prison's designated site on the Pacific island P-21 had already been finalized in the agreement. As long as no materials were approved for delivery there, Vill-V could do whatever she liked in Chicago. Edison would even support her messing around there. Even if she wanted to build a resort hotel instead, that would be fine.
Smuggling materials under the table would not be a problem either. Chicago was so far from P-21 that transporting materials to Chicago would take a month, and shipping them from Chicago to P-21 would take at least another month, not to mention the massive manpower and resources required from the Engineering Department. Either way, he would profit.
It was not as if she could build a prison in Chicago and then somehow fly it to the Pacific island P-21.
As for whether Vill-V was genuinely going to inspect prisons, she clearly had not inquired about what Chicago's prisons were truly like. The monsters locked inside were not incapable of getting out—they simply treated Chicago's prisons like vacation hotels.
...
When Vill-V received the email approving the Ministry of Energy's material application, she was momentarily stunned. "What's going on? I thought Magician was just trying to provoke Dr. Edison. He actually approved it? Could it be... he's secretly a good person who says one thing and means another?"
...
Located in the heart of the North American continent, Chicago is an important city in American architectural history, boasting numerous famous buildings such as the Chicago Observation Tower and the Global Building.
Chicago also possesses abundant artistic and cultural resources, including the Chicago Museum of Art and the Brooklyn Theater.
However, behind this beautiful city lies a world filled with danger and violence.
Racial discrimination and social inequality have long been persistent problems here. These contradictions manifest clearly in many areas, especially in the city's crime.
Numerous criminal gangs breed here, spreading fear among citizens through violence and intimidation.
Governmental and police corruption only worsen the issue. Gangs collude with officials, jointly exploiting the populace and leaving Chicago's residents in endless suffering.
And in the remote outskirts of Chicago, the insignificant border town of El Paso is even worse. This obscure little town has been severely affected by racial discrimination and social inequality.
Frequent natural disasters have also devastated El Paso's infrastructure and public welfare, plunging this young city into prolonged disorder and chaos.
The residents here live in dire straits, facing violent crime and unfair treatment every single day.
And today, that chaos was once again reduced—if only slightly.
Bathed in the first light of dawn and the blood of his enemies, Kosma left the crime-ridden alley steeped in rot and sin.
This was an act of revenge—a consolation to the departed, a declaration of justice.
To eliminate this gang that had run rampant in El Paso, Kosma had gathered a vast amount of evidence.
But that evidence would not bring them before a court of law. The judiciary here was far more corrupt than anyone imagined.
Nor did Kosma wish for them to merely stand trial. Among them was one man who needed to pay the proper price for what he had done in the past.
And so Kosma delivered judgment with his own hands. He scattered the evidence across the corpses of the wicked, leaving behind the mark of justice.
When dawn fully broke, people would witness the victory of justice and cheer.
And the Dark Night Hero would once again retreat into the shadows, breathing within the darkness, alone as he licked the wounds of his past and savored a fleeting moment of peace.
Then he would conceal himself once more, waiting in the night for the next strike—extending his claws toward the necks of those evil enemies, fastening upon them the shackles of fear.
The children at the orphanage surrounded Kosma as he carried in breakfast. The orphanage's breakfast was brought back by Kosma from outside every day.
"Brother Kosma, you're back! What did you bring this time?"
I only bought pork buns this time... There aren't any of little Joey's favorite sticky rice dumplings. The shop that sells them changed staff, and they didn't give any extra dumplings. Should I tell little Dia about this? She might be upset...
"You've worked hard, Kosma."
Not really. Compared to punishing evildoers, picking up breakfast along the way feels more like relaxing.
"Wow, there are pork buns!"
Priscilla grabbed an extra one. But she was still growing, and this operation had earned quite a bit of extra money anyway. I'll let her have it.
"A-Mo, can I... touch your big meat bun?"