The Creators: From Night City

"Isn't it great? I finally came up with this idea." Captain Sherman pouted with joy, obviously very pleased with himself.

"It really stimulates the desire to shoot." Jiang Bing praised sincerely.

"Hahaha, you know the goods, you really know the goods." This really touched Sherman's sore spot.

"Okay, count down to three, and get ready."

As the countdown ended, the sounds of the Nova gun in Jiang Bing's hand almost became continuous.

He didn't even bother to glance at it twice. For him, this fixed target of more than ten meters was as easy as taking something out of his bag.

With his ten fingers flying, Jiang Bing's hand speed of changing bullets was so fast that it left an afterimage. He almost fired a kinetic revolver at the speed of an assault rifle.

If it weren't for the limitations of the gun's structure, Jiang Bing could even increase the firing rate to the level of a submachine gun.

The unlucky young man next to him just fired a few shots and was shocked by Jiang Bing's outrageous performance. When he reacted, he found that there were fifty or sixty Wilton Holt headshots, and Jiang Bing had shot a bullet hole in the forehead of 90% of them.

Now, everyone knows that the winner has been decided.

"You TM cheated by using Sian Westin!" Walker's face flushed red, he jumped up and down and cursed, his eyes glaring at him as if he wanted to kill someone. It was unclear whether he was angry because he had lost face or simply because he thought Jiang Bing was cheating.

He involuntarily tightened the revolver in his hand, and was about to point the gun at Jiang Bing to question him when another gunshot suddenly rang out in the field.

Walker felt a chill on his head, and his cowboy hat had been shot off by a bullet.

Jiang Bing had already pulled out his modified Prelude revolver with his left hand at some point, and shot the man's hat off his head.

This stirred up a hornet's nest. The Sixth Street Gang members around them were about to get angry and pull out their guns, but Sherman suddenly stopped them.

It's simple. Judging from Jiang Bing's previous shooting performance, his strength is definitely among the top in Night City. If a fight really breaks out, he will definitely win just by having more people.

Since the other party didn't kill Walker on the spot, it means there is room for negotiation.

Sherman's ability to judge the situation is very important for him to be in the position he is in today.

He could handle it calmly, but Walker, who was already irritable, couldn't help it. He raised his gun and was about to shoot at Jiang Bing, but Jiang Bing got there first and shot the revolver out of his hand.

Then the revolver fired one shot after another, slowly and steadily, sending the DR5 Nova revolver high into the air.

This is not something that Sian Westin can do.

Until the bullets were empty, Jiang Bing casually threw out the revolver cylinder and poured out the shells. Because this was a right-handed revolver, Jiang Bing, who held the gun with his left hand, danced the gun between his fingers into a phantom. Without even looking, he relied on his intuition to accurately stuff the January bullet clip into the cylinder.

As the revolver tumbling in the air began to fall, the revolver in Jiang Bing's hand spewed out accurate and elegant bullets again.

Then it began to spin and jump in the air again, causing Walker to close his eyes in pain.

Show off your skills, naked show of skills.

Everyone present was stunned into silence.

As for the tension just now, it seemed as if it had never happened.

No one wants to confront this sharpshooter for no reason.

"All right, my friend." Captain Sherman finally spoke up to end the farce.

"You win, load up your revolver."

'Pack?'

The revolver rotated between Jiang Bing's slender fingers and danced smoothly from his left hand to his right hand.

"How can I install it? It's already installed."

Fortunately, he just teased him a little in his heart, then stopped Yan Shuangying's behavior, changed the bullets, and put the gun back into the holster under his red combat uniform.

The Sixth Street Gang was founded by a group of professional soldiers who lost their jobs after the Fourth Corporate War. The gang is full of military style from top to bottom, from positions to concepts.

Soldiers admire the strong. Jiang Bing showed his strength and friendly attitude, and naturally he was welcomed by Captain Sherman.

He didn't dare not welcome it.

"What's your name, brother?"

Sherman's attitude was much softer than before.

"Sabul."

"This is the prize you deserve." After sending Jiang Bing off, Sherman pushed the Lexington pistol as a prize to Jiang Bing.

The craftsman who modified the gun seemed to have a lot of ideas. He wanted to modify it into a high-rate-of-fire fire suppression weapon. To this end, he replaced the entire set of gun's triggering devices and ammunition feeding components with his own handmade ones.

From the idea to the craftsmanship, it is surprisingly good.

Jiang Bing touched the gun and was somewhat surprised by its overall performance.

"It's pretty good. You have good taste. The gunsmith you found is quite skilled."

Sherman laughed happily again.

In the Sixth Street Gang, which has a strong military spirit, weapons are the second life of soldiers. Praising others for their skills in weapons is equivalent to praising their skills in disguise.

"I asked the owner of 'Second Amendment' to modify it. If you're interested, you can go to his shop. It's in the H10 skyscraper. Mention my name and it will definitely work."

Jiang Bing plans to go shopping when he has time and research the average level of his peers in the market.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Jiang Bing pushed the chip to Captain Sherman again. Captain Sherman did not hesitate and directly inserted the chip into the brain-computer interface behind his ear, without any concern that it might contain a virus.

As the light in Yi's eyes lit up, Captain Sherman simply glanced at the carefully edited contents and sighed.

"Sabul, you really gave me something remarkable."

"I will contact Boss Cannon as soon as possible, but I can't guarantee whether he is willing to see you or not."

"He'd better agree, otherwise, we'll drink from the golden cup together, but we won't spare each other, brother." Jiang Bing was secretly complaining.

The two of them maintained superficial courtesy and said goodbye.

Jiang Bing returned to Base No. 6 and continued to follow up on the progress of old Logan's mutation.

Judging from various data, his physical indicators are soaring and have long exceeded the baseline threshold of normal people. However, due to the concentration of chaotic magic in the environment, the efficiency of mutation transformation has been greatly delayed.

Viretta, who looked much better, put on a portable translation device - a real-time scanning device with a single-ear headset and a single-eye lens. It can scan written text, record sound, and translate it in real time, and put forward her own suggestions.

"Magic Place"

The sorceress spoke eloquently, "The Ion Sheedi, or what the world calls the ancient masterpiece of the elves, is an ancient device that can gather magical power."

Chapter 170 Will Cannon

The Place of Magic is a unique product of the world of "The Witcher". Elves with extremely high magical talents have built magic nodes covering the entire land. These buildings are buried deep underground, with only a small end like a tombstone exposed on the surface. They once almost connected the entire continent together. However, due to the gradual extinction of the elf population, most of the Places of Magic lack maintenance and are damaged by nature or man. However, these ancient devices still exist in many remote wilderness areas.

"The elves use it to gather magic power. If this technology can be applied here, perhaps it can increase the concentration of chaos magic in a specific area."

The sorceress's advice is very reliable, and the increase in the concentration of chaos magic is related to many of Jiang Bing's future plans.

[Anti-Entropy] The physical transformation of employees and the cultivation of raw materials and herbs in the world of "The Witcher" all require a high concentration of chaotic magic environment.

Not to mention that with this thing, Viletta's healing ability will be fully unleashed.

This matter was included in Jiang Bing's to-do list.

What followed was a boring waiting period. Old Logan's performance after the mutation was related to the progress of Jiang Bing's next "big army building" plan.

But perhaps the chaos magic was indeed too thin, or perhaps [Emperor's Osmosis] itself was different from [Corrupted Firefly]. Until Captain Sherman of the Sixth Street Gang sent an invitation to meet with Cannon, Old Logan was still lying in the life support cabin. Apart from the steady improvement of various indicators, there was no sign of the mutation ending.

Jiang Bing could only take care of other things first.

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No one knows why Will Cannon was called this name.

Jiang Bing didn't know either, but he didn't care.

The two met in a semi-abandoned town near Taiping Prefecture. One side mobilized a large number of troops, and security personnel were spread all over the corners of the ruins. Two door gods stood at the door, followed by three bodyguards.

The other party was alone, with no weapons on his body or in his hands.

Will Cannon looks like a typical American tough guy, the kind of white macho man with a double chin and a lot of chest hair that often appears in old movies.

But to say that she has big breasts and no brains is to be irresponsible.

"Oh, yellow people are really rare."

"You're not from Kang Tao, are you?"

Right from the start, the artillery began to interrogate aggressively.

Under the gaze of more than a dozen pairs of eyes, Jiang Bing sat down on the sofa opposite Huopao, as casually as if this was his home and Huopao and his group were just guests.

"Don't bother with that nonsense. If I were Kang Tao's man, I wouldn't be here myself."

Huo Pao folded his arms across his chest and lay back, completely ignoring the worn and worn sofa beneath him. He praised sincerely, "Boy, you're brave enough to talk to me like that."

"Now that I've met you, it doesn't matter how I talk to you."

The other party obviously didn't understand Jiang Bing's true meaning.

"You have something else in your hand, take it out."

Huopao did not comment on Jiang Bing's words and took the initiative to mention the main purpose of today's meeting.

"I need Rick Morton's location." Jiang Bing took out a data chip and showed it to the other party.

Huopao laughed, "You have quite high requirements. Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to leave today?"

"Of course I'm not afraid."

Jiang Bing looked at the other party with an inexplicable look, and his eyes stung Huo Pao, a brave general who had fought in the battlefield of the "Fourth Corporate War" seven times, and felt a little uncomfortable.

Zheng.

Jiang Bing flicked the chip with his finger and it landed accurately on the table in front of the cannon.

"Here are the things. It's up to you whether you want to make the deal or not."

Huo Pao looked around at the many brothers armed with guns in the corner of the room and sneered, "Boy, you really have guts."

As he waved his hand, the younger brother behind him stepped forward, picked up the chip from the table, and inserted it behind his ear.

After a while, after reading the information, he leaned over and whispered to the cannon.

"You are really good, you can even dig up this kind of thing."

"After inspecting the goods, where are the things I want?"

Huopao crossed his legs and lit a cigar, a good one from Cuba.

"I don't have Rick Morton's hiding place."

Jiang Bing frowned and was about to stand up when he heard a burst of gunfire.

"Kid." Huopao nodded at Jiang Bingxu with his cigar between his fingers. "I don't know where you came from, but getting things done in Night City isn't easy."

Jiang Bing sighed. "Looks like I'm going to have to trouble 42 again," he thought.

However, the artillery's next attack gave the 42 a temporary break.

"Although I have clues to his whereabouts, why should I give it to you? Business reputation?"

Jiang Bing burst out laughing.

He slowly pulled out the revolver from the holster under his arm and placed it in front of the cannon.

"Based on this."

"Haha," the artillery laughed out loud.

"Just with this little water pipe, why don't you look around you? The things in the hands of my brothers are what real men should use, kid."

Jiang Bing shook his head, removed the entire clip of bullets from the magazine, then broke off one individually. Looking at Huo Cannon's puzzled expression, he pulled the .45 caliber metal bullet out of the cartridge case and held the entire bullet upright between his thumb and index finger.

Under the gaze of the crowd, the alloy bullet was gradually flattened as Jiang Bing closed his two fingers.

Accompanied by the sound of swallowing a lot of saliva, the metal piece was thrown onto the table in front of the artillery, colliding with the glass table top, making a crisp sound.

"I suggest you reorganize your language."

As it turned out, the titanium alloy knee joint of the artillery was not very stiff and did not seem as hard as the bullet that was flattened by Jiang Bing.

His face was stiff and dry. He didn't want to offend Jiang Bing again, but he couldn't lose his dignity in front of his subordinates. He could only use the hardest tone and say the softest words.

"Meredith Stout, the director of Militech's special operations division in Night City, and the right-hand man of Rick Morton's former financial backer."

Seeing that the other party finally spit out something useful, Jiang Bing put the gun back into the holster under his armpit.