The Creators: From Night City

Falco sat in the driver's seat of a Viper and sighed through the window.

Logan flicked the gambler's hat on his head and pulled the brim down to cover his sharp eyebrows.

The sunlight was a little too bright in his new eyes.

"Yeah, I almost forgot about it myself."

Under the effect of [Emperor's Slurry], old Logan has been reborn. The most worrying issue of lifespan has become the least worrying issue for him.

The protein farm has been affected by sandstorms for a long time. Due to the instigation of a certain existence that sits on the throne and adds fuel to the storm, the production plant in the southwest of the protein farm has suffered serious abnormal damage.

But this is just a small matter.

"How do you feel now after sleeping for so long?"

Mann looked at the burly, energetic old Logan, who exuded a fierce aura from the inside out, and asked in a low voice.

An old-fashioned cigarette was lit by the other party. The originally spicy smoke now tasted like the mellow black coffee in Night City, bitter but with a hint of fragrance.

"It's never been this good. I feel like I can fight ten now."

Old Locke was immersed in a world that was countless times more vivid than before, and the smoke from his mouth was quickly blown away by the rising wind.

Mann was a little skeptical. "The boss told us to wait here. Is that damn Rick Morton going to run out the door on his own?"

The old cowboy had already made his decision without thinking.

"Trust the boss."

A wave passed through everyone, and except for the smoking old Logan, no one else felt it.

He cast his gaze into the distance, and in a completely new vision, he felt that something was gathering there rapidly.

It's dark.

In the minds of all those who make a living in the Badlands, the weather in the Badlands changes at any time, but no one expected that this time the change would be so drastic.

Endless air currents gathered loose sand and gravel, and within a dozen minutes a tornado that was more than ten meters thick and towered into the clouds was formed.

Under everyone's gaze, Old Logan suddenly said, "Here I come."

Chapter 173: Driving the Snake Out of Its Hole

Before anyone understood what was going on, the tornado that was swirling around in disorder in the distance suddenly seemed to be attracted by something, spinning faster and faster as it headed towards the biotechnology protein farm.

The purpose is very clear.

People who often sail on the sea know that among the many strange natural landscapes in the sea, there is a very famous phenomenon called waterspout, which is a type of tornado - waterspout, also known as sea tornado.

Those on land are called land tornadoes.

Sometimes, larger wildfires will form fire tornadoes due to factors such as the collision of cold and hot air currents. These whirlwinds of flames are often extremely lethal and spectacular.

Of course, in an environment full of sand and dust like the Badlands, the tornadoes that form will carry with them a large amount of sand, gravel and dust, forming dust devils.

Its lethality is second only to a fire tornado. A huge amount of irregular gravel and sand is accelerated to a certain speed by centrifugal force and hits the target, which is no worse than a bullet.

Although this funnel-shaped rotating airflow has a small range, short duration, and harsh formation conditions; in contrast, its destructive power - whether it is to people, buildings, vehicles, or everything else on the surface, is extremely terrifying.

This can also be called a natural disaster.

Anyone would say it was a natural disaster that was unexpected.

Under the careless manipulation of the Lord of Storms who sat on the throne, the dust tornado flew all the way to the protein farm, and its scale also expanded rapidly.

By the time it approached the edge of the farm, the tornado had grown from an EF0 to an EF4.

In the European Union's pan-hazard assessment system, an EF4 tornado is defined as follows.

The wind speed is between 166 and 200 miles per hour, or about 267 to 322 kilometers per hour, which can easily roll up a family car. Ground buildings will basically be razed to the ground, and trees and vegetation will not be spared. Objects weighing several tons will be sucked hundreds of meters into the air.

Fortunately, there is little vegetation in the Badlands, and there are no pedestrians who stay away from it, and there are no private cars for the tornado to sweep up, but there are countless buildings on the ground.

The biotechnology protein farm adopts the standard EU consortium modular construction, with dozens of rows of production workshops, cultivation rooms, breeding rooms, and hatcheries neatly arranged. Viewed from the air, it looks like a plate of carefully arranged pastries.

A shrill alarm had already been sounded inside the farm, and the farm manager immediately delivered a magnificent speech to the front-line workshop workers, vowing to live and die with the farm.

But the ever-growing tornado easily nibbled off a corner of the farm, just as easily as digging out a corner of a whole cake.

The metal roof was overturned, and steel nails, cement, alloy frames mixed with various breeding boxes, hydroponic equipment, etc. were easily lifted from the ground, swept into the high-speed rotating storm, and further torn apart by the violent airflow.

The ochre-colored tornado was like a gluttonous beast, lowering its head and greedily licking everything on the ground.

The noise enveloped the entire world, and countless pieces of rubble hit the protein farm buildings and the ground, making a terrifying "crackling" sound.

Even though Biotech has two combat battalions stationed here, even though there are dozens of military-grade combat auxiliary armors, equipped with heavy combat machinery capable of carrying out a battle as intense as the "Fourth Corporate War", they will all be eclipsed by a natural disaster that is capable of destroying everything.

The 'Cancer IX' type giant bionic combat robot was the protein farm's ultimate weapon. Its driver fired two sets of high-explosive rocket projectiles in vain at the tornado that had expanded to 30 or 40 meters thick.

The firepower that was enough to destroy a building only caused a few harmless waves of fire in the storm that covered the sky.

The giant bionic combat robot of the 'Cancer IX' type, which was more than ten meters in size, was like a bug about to be crushed by a wheel in the face of the natural disaster. Its clumsy and huge weight could not save its life. As the tornado approached, the war weapon that moved too slowly was abandoned without hesitation.

A large number of defensive machine gun towers, bionic robots, induction mines, drones, and all shelters including tactical bunkers and breastworks were destroyed by the natural disaster. No matter how valuable they were in normal times, they were all treated equally in the face of the storm.

That is the garbage that is about to be destroyed.

Panic inevitably spread throughout the farm.

As the main person in charge fled in a hurry by car (in such an environment, any unit that dared to take off would be seeking death, including the hovercraft), the entire farm was completely engulfed in a torrent of people fleeing outwards.

The soldiers and workers had long been indistinguishable from each other, gathering into waves and rushing madly towards the gate.

The high walls and electric fences that were once built to defend against invaders now trap them themselves.

As a last resort, everyone could only flee out of the main gate.

Rick Morton, who had been hiding in the Protein Farm Biotechnology employee apartment, was naturally no exception.

The crowded and chaotic flow of people completely separated him and his men. The humans who were fleeing in a hurry had no concept of hierarchy at this moment.

Death was personified as a tornado that covered the sky and the sun, chasing after everyone.

Just as Rick Morton struggled to kick away the mud worker blocking his way and successfully squeezed through the apartment door, he found himself in another new crisis.

As we all know, it is difficult for human legs to outrun a tornado, so the few vehicles became the object of everyone's competition. However, the howling hurricane made this life-and-death struggle last only a dozen seconds, and everyone chose to run for their lives under the pressure of death.

People don't always want to die.

Thanks to his pampered life, Rick Morton's body was not destroyed by endless labor like the front-line workers. On the contrary, due to adequate nutrition intake and scientific exercise, he had two strong legs. He was able to run at the front of the crowd pouring out of the apartment and rush out of the protein farm first.

Before he could hold his knees and catch his breath, a deep voice sounded from beside him.

"Is it him?"

He suddenly turned his head and saw a sturdy mercenary with a crew cut and a retro cowboy wearing a gambler's hat staring at him.

"Trust my eyes, I won't make a mistake."

"Of course, Old Logan! Your eyes are even better than the most advanced artificial eyes on the market. You were the first to notice it among so many people."

Old Logan smiled slightly and approached the target with Mann.

Rick Morton's scalp was about to explode. He turned around, pushed away the workers who were rushing around and was about to join the crowd, but his arm was suddenly grabbed by someone.

He subconsciously pulled out the gun with his other hand, but he didn't notice the attacker at first. It was not until the hand holding the gun was grabbed by a cold metal prosthetic hand that he looked down and found the little loli Rebecca beside him.

Chapter 174 Tornado Destroys Protein Farm

Before he could say anything, Rebecca's 'friend' elbowed him in the lower abdomen. The severe pain made him fall to his knees and he began to retch in vain.

At this point, the boss of the Six Street Gang fell into the trap of [Anti-Entropy].

Mann's burly figure cleared a path through the crowd, and old Logan carried Rick Morton, who had become a weakling, and successfully escaped from the chaotic crowd and returned to the sand dunes not far away.

"Caught it?"

Pi La stretched out his arm and straightened Rick Morton's drooping head, just like he was looking at the same masturbation cup as the one he bought online for Lina Marina, and looked at it carefully.

Because the other party's struggle was too intense, old Logan could only give him a physical anesthesia package.

After stuffing this 'insider' they had finally gotten with great effort into the car, they turned the car around and rushed towards Base No. 6.

Behind him, an increasingly large tornado was wreaking havoc on the protein farm.

The tornado, which had expanded to hundreds of meters, was like a world-destroying dragon, lingering and filling the sky and earth, attracting the attention of all forces in Night City.

The clouds were driven by the tornado, forming a huge spiral nebula in the sky. The huge suction force even attracted buildings thousands of meters away.

As the presence on the throne continued to increase, the tornado gradually expanded to a size large enough to cover the sky and the sun.

Countless rocks and gravel were pulled up from the ground, and the earth seemed to have reached its end. It collapsed and everything fell silent.

The protein farms were destroyed long ago, but there is still a difference between destruction and ruin.

Ruins scattered all over the ground is destruction, and everything being pulverized by a hurricane is also destruction.

Jiang Bing lives in a tunnel as narrow as the core, sitting on a throne with only two floors, but he behaves like the king of the universe.

In the grand vision, the convoy belonging to [Anti-Entropy] and the refugee teams composed mostly of workers fled the protein farm one after another.

Jiang Bing is ready to start his own 'experiment'.

The Witcher world sees magic as a fusion of art, chaos, and science. Because magic is indeed a skill, but also a curse, a threat, but also an advancement. Everything depends on who wields it and for what purpose.

In Jiang Bing's opinion, magic can indeed be called a science, and its essence is to control, suppress and utilize elemental energy.

If you want to use this power, you must first have the "qualifications".

You must first 'see', or feel them, the earth sleeping beneath your feet, the air that permeates the air, the fire burning in the core of the earth, the elements in the water we drink.

Chaos magic researchers in the world of "The Witcher" divide the world's natural elements into earth, water, air and fire, which is undoubtedly one-sided and subjective.

Chaos magic has no objective, concrete properties, and it cannot be defined by conventional concepts. Rather than being discovered or described, these four elements are more like the limited "vision" of the wizards in the world of The Witcher that can only see so much.

But even just by relying on the coordination of the four elements, mages can still do things that ordinary people can't even imagine.

Trained druids can manipulate the elements to create huge storms, bring down destructive thunderstorms, collapse mountains, close ravines, and permanently change the terrain.

Although Jiang Bing only got some basic principles of the four-element application system, this is precisely the most important part, enough to unleash the creativity of the "craftsman" and generate new wisdom.

The spiritual power was forged by the will of the "craftsman", transformed from scattered water mist into a delicate yet tough skeleton, filling every corner of the tornado.

The chaotic magic power floating in the air, land, sea water and even in all things was attracted by the mental power framework that was also rotating with the tornado, like a young swallow flying into the forest, and was temporarily attracted and gathered.

The chaotic magic was transformed, and the wind howled even louder.

A ball of colorless light appeared in Jiang Bing's hand. As he continued to tighten his clenched palm, the tornado began to converge. The mental power framework that followed Jiang Bing's will played a role of restraint and guidance, allowing the tornado to maintain its size while endlessly increasing its speed.

Then the sky was dark and the sun and moon lost their light.

The screams of death resounded throughout the land, and even the office workers far away in Arasaka Tower could hear them.

Tens of thousands of tons of sand and gravel were thrown high into the sky by the tornado, blocking out the sunlight. The cement buildings and steel structures that humans are proud of were broken into pieces, stirred, and mixed with dust and stones, making them indistinguishable from each other and without any difference in quality.

The energy was accumulating until it reached the upper limit of Jiang Bing's control at the moment, and then the palm on the throne was suddenly opened.

In the deserted and silent tunnel, Jiang Bing childishly added sound to this action.

"bang"

The tornado, a natural disaster that could only be formed by human intervention, suddenly disintegrated in the next moment, exploding with a loud bang, and the sound shook the whole area and spread in all directions.

The scattered air currents were like countless extremely sharp blades, cutting the earth into pieces.

What followed was a shock wave like a nuclear explosion, which blew a huge crater in the original site of the protein farm.

The whistling shock wave surged in all directions, raising a 'sand whistle' tens of meters high, advancing all the way to the end of Taiping Province and Watson District, before being eliminated by high-rise buildings.

Countless pieces of garbage were thrown into the sky, and then fell from the sky like flowers scattered by fairies, evenly scattered on the ruins of the protein farm.

If BioTech plans to rebuild the protein farm at the original site, the garbage removal fees, landfill fees, and land leveling costs will be a considerable expense.

Jiang Bing released his five fingers from holding the metal human skull, and let it flip back into the secret compartment of the armrest under the action of the mechanism.

After completely venting his frustration, he felt refreshed. He believed that Walls, who was hiding somewhere at the moment, would like this gift.

…………

The stake finally ushered in a second spring in its life.

Rick Morton is stronger than expected. The affluent life has not yet corroded his strong will honed in the brutal war.

He was tied to a stake covered in old blood and oil stains, and all he could smell was a faint, chilling fishy odor. Before Jiang Bing even greeted him, his legs had already begun to tremble.