The Creators: From Night City

What's more, all major companies have ulterior motives, wondering which force is behind [Anti-Entropy], and no one wants to be the first to take action.

It is not surprising that capital puts profit first.

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Night and rainy days are perfect.

Since the Voodoo Gang's base was destroyed by a mysterious hurricane, their new base was moved to an abandoned shopping mall next to a small church.

Although Bridget's original target was the Grand Empire Department Store, the largest and most comprehensive supermarket in Taiping State, the Animal Gang entrenched there obviously had a different opinion.

So they could only make do here for the time being.

The world-famous fat black Jesus Dexter DeShawn also hides here.

After all, apart from the Voodoo Gang’s headquarters, it would be difficult for him to sleep peacefully anywhere else.

"Dexter, how long do you plan on staying here?"

Placide, the second-in-command of the Voodoo Gang, dislikes the fat man, even though he is also Haitian.

But he always got into trouble, always trying to fool people with his rhetoric of being a nobody and being famous all over the world.

"Wait until the storm passes."

The fat middleman never let go of his cigar, and his tone was still as pretentiously deep.

But his haggard face made it clear to anyone that he had not had a good time recently.

Placide said sternly, "You'd better behave yourself here. If you cause any more trouble, you'll be in trouble."

"Of course, of course. I will stay quiet and keep my mouth shut."

"That's better. I'll keep an eye on you."

Placide slammed the door and left after saying something harsh, leaving Heipa alone to live in this messy room in melancholy.

Fortunately, modern technology allows him to contact people thousands of miles away without leaving his home.

So he called his old friend.

"T-bug, how's it going?"

Just by listening to the name, you can tell that the person you are communicating with must be a hacker.

T-bug is a bald black woman. She is young but very experienced.

"Hasn't found it yet," Dexter said. "After the Gear team was destroyed, Blackwater hid himself."

"Even you can't find him?" Black Fat's tone was very anxious.

"I doubt he's been online since that incident."

The meaning of T-bug's words was very clear. The other party was most likely to have left Night City, and naturally left Night City's local area network.

"Help me search carefully. We can't let this guy live. He has evidence of my dealings with Gear. We can't let anyone else find him first."

"I don't understand what you're afraid of, Dexter."

"Crazy, T-bug, I'm screwed this time. Those people from Anti-Entropy are all crazy."

The fat middleman picked up the wine glass on the table and took two gulps of the "Battery Craft Beer". This extremely pure alcohol could effectively numb his nerves that had been tense for a long time.

"You don't know, the boss of the Sixth Street Gang is dead. He was captured, tied to a pillar, and burned alive until he turned into charcoal. The news about his Mewtwo has spread like wildfire in the Sixth Street Gang."

"Rick Morton?!"

"If it's not him, then who else could it be? These lunatics even dared to touch him. There's no reason for them to let me go."

Sometimes being well-informed is not a good thing. The sharp intelligence that he once prided himself on has made this fat guy like a frightened bird. Whenever something big happens on the street, he feels like he is sitting on pins and needles.

"So you're going to leave yourself out?"

T-bug sat up straight in the chat window. "Have you ever considered that they already know it was you who did this?"

"Of course, but if there's even a slight possibility, we have to try it."

"Is it really necessary, Dexter? I don't think the Arasaka intelligence team can find you where you're hiding now."

"That's not cautious in any way. Have you been watching the news lately?"

T-bug was stunned by the other party's sudden change of subject.

"Which channel?"

"All channels." The fat black man said weakly.

"You mean the recent tornado that destroyed the biotech protein farm?"

He didn't say anything, just nodded heavily.

"Don't scare yourself, Dexter. This was a completely natural disaster. This tornado had no impact on Night City except for causing the Whole Foods factory's stock price to soar."

"Oh, and the price of synthetic meat has gone up quite a bit, but I can definitely switch to eating something else."

Dexter hasn't received any news from Secretary Wals, the director of biotechnology food, for a long time, and believes that the other party's current situation is no better than his.

This made him feel better. Seeing the powerful people suffering always triggered the dark compensation mechanism in human nature.

But how could he, who had participated in all actions against [Anti-Entropy], be so foolish as to think that this was just a natural disaster?

However, no matter how good the relationship between T-bug and him is, there are some things that cannot be said out loud.

So he could only let out a long sigh.

Chapter 183 The Fall of the Voodoo Gang

"If a person thinks too much, he will lose the joy of life. This famous quote from Shakespeare is for you, Dexter. Keep a calm mind."

T-bug is like a sentimental literary young woman, comforting the middleman with whom she often collaborates.

"After all, no one knows which will come first, an accident or tomorrow."

"I totally agree."

As the door slid open to the side, a strange voice sounded from the doorway.

Dexter reacted and immediately reached out to touch the gun on the coffee table, but a red shadow sat down next to him almost instantly.

The wind pressure caused by the extreme speed caused various food packaging bags that had been piled on the table for several days to fly all over the sky, and Dexter's hand holding the gun was firmly held down by a red combat glove.

A high-pressure syringe filled with anesthetic was pressed hard against his neck. As the high-pressure gas was released, the entire tube of special anesthetic was injected into Dexter's body.

Before he fell asleep, all that could be seen was a metal Guy Fawkes mask.

The "Masked Devil" is back.

The previous meeting with the Internet police taught Jiang Bing a lesson: when going out, he should prepare several fake identities.

'Angelal' is a good example to learn from.

T-bug naturally heard Jiang Bing's speech, but before she could say anything to him, Dexter was knocked unconscious and the communication was naturally closed.

Jiang Bing took out a signal blocking chip from his tactical bag and inserted it into the slot behind the opponent's ear, completely suppressing Dexter's possible comeback.

The puppet program in the chip will block the other party's brain-computer communication ability, and even the trauma team will not be able to receive any information.

Old Logan walked into the room carrying the two bodies of Voodoo Gang members with excessive neck fractures as lightly as if they were nothing, and casually stuffed the two bodies into the corner to destroy them.

"Boss, what should we do next?"

He also wore a Guy Fawkes mask on his face, but compared to the original on Jiang Bing's face, the other party had done some DIY - a bullet hole on the forehead that was painted black to distinguish his identity.

"Send the people out first."

Jiang Bing took the pistol on the other person's coffee table.

As soon as Jiang Bing got his hands on the high-quality pistol, he realized something was wrong. The gun looked so new, as if it had just come off the production line. It had never been fired before.

But judging from its appearance, it must be the gun that this sleeping middleman never leaves behind.

I didn't expect it to be the 'Gun of Kindness'.

The first cyber demon hunter in history carried Dexter on his back and followed Jiang Bing out of the room.

The two of them climbed up the stairs and climbed down the stairs when they returned.

Fortunately, although Dexter looks like a dead pig, is as fat as a dead pig, and smells like a dead pig, he is easier to deal with than a pig after all.

Coupled with the two men's extraordinary physique, they successfully landed in a short time at the cost of Black Jesus breaking both arms.

Anyway, he probably won't be able to use these two hands in the future.

The fat and bloated Dexter DeShawn occupied the trunk for two people by himself. He lay flat in the trunk, and the fat on his body seemed to be about to burst out.

Jiang Bing commented on this: "This body of fat can burn for five minutes longer than Rick Morton."

Old Logan said nothing about this.

The rain has been falling and it seems to be getting heavier.

Jiang Bing threw the "Spear of Kindness" into the storage box, and pulled out a series of throwing knives strapped on it.

As he wrapped the bandages around his body, he instructed Old Logan, "You drive away first. Have the base send a few trucks that can carry things over here to load the goods."

Old Logan nodded in agreement.

Jiang Bing pulled out his data pad from the back seat and sent a message to Brie Doerr of the Internet Monitor, preparing to begin the next action.

After receiving the other party's reply, he threw the data tablet into a corner and turned back to the dilapidated shopping mall.

The Voodoo Gang hasn't had a good time lately. A large part of their organic meat business was taken away by [Anti-Entropy], and the remaining soups are useless and a pity to throw away.

Fortunately, the Voodoo Gang is full of hackers, and a highly skilled hacker can always find a way to make money.

However, the headquarters was destroyed and we moved here in a hurry, which will inevitably have some impact for a while.

Household garbage can be seen everywhere in the corridor, and there are even beds on the floor for people to rest.

Jiang Bing tiptoed through the corridor like a ghost and stopped at the corner. Two seconds later, a Voodoo Gang member turned the corner with a gun in hand.

Before he could react, someone grabbed him by the collar. Just as he was about to draw his gun and shoot, Jiang Bing stabbed him in the back of the head with a knife.

The knife was a small one, but no matter how small it was, it was at least fifteen or sixteen centimeters. The other party didn't even take a breath, shook twice, and then stopped moving.

Jiang Bing carried him and continued forward, and when passing by a trash can, he stuffed him into the corner.

The abandoned shopping mall is not big, and not all members of the Voodoo Gang gather here. In fact, their presence can be seen everywhere in the entire Taiping State, including Dog Town.

However, as the headquarters, necessary security personnel will still be deployed.

However, these people have no room to display their special talents in front of Jiang Bing.

A tactical knife designed for throwing is also very useful for stabbing.

Jiang Bing had no electronic gadgets on his body, including his weapons. Coupled with his extraordinary speed, he almost became a wandering ghost in this building.

In less than three minutes, he floated from the east to the west, slitting the throats of all the voodoo gangsters he saw on the way.

So he started touching from top to bottom.

The further down you go, the closer you get to the place where the Internet monitoring agency says the subnet 'Poseidon' might be hiding, and the tighter the security becomes.

This caused great trouble for Jiang Bing's stealth.

The problem that was originally expected to be solved in three minutes was extended to five minutes.

In the end, Jiang Bing paid the price with three broken knives, only to find a field littered with dead bodies.

It was night time, so we just had to deal with the patrolmen first and then there was nothing to worry about with the other minions.

But there were too many people who needed to take action, and three military-grade daggers were worn out by the voodoo gang members' skulls.

With the help of his mental power, Jiang Bing quickly found the way to the underground.

Taiping Prefecture has plans to build a subway, and there is a station sign for the urban rail in the large abandoned stadium in Dog Town.

However, due to the withdrawal of investment by Taiping State investors, the construction of the underground subway tunnel was stopped due to lack of funds and it was sealed.

However, the Voodoo Gang secretly dug through it and used these underground tunnels as a secret base.

The root server of the subnet "Poseidon" is naturally among them.

Jiang Bing followed the drilled-through floor of the mall down into the dark passage.

The irregular passage was obviously dug out not long ago, and various simple excavation equipment were discarded around it.