The Creators: From Night City

The toll collector huddled far behind a thick wire fence, his voice booming.

"The ticket is 100 euros. You can only enter after paying. You can play as you please, but you can only look at the stage, not touch. If I see your hands where they shouldn't be, I will chop them off. Do you understand?"

The boss read out the threats and warnings verbatim, without any passion or originality.

It seems that this kind of thing must happen frequently, which is why he would take the trouble to warn every customer one by one.

It was a small amount of money, but both of them spent it reluctantly.

There are more people in the club and the atmosphere is more lively.

Dozens of men holding wine glasses were sitting next to several large oval platforms, and in the middle of the platforms was a steel pipe, on which hung a pole dancer with an enchanting figure, graceful posture, revealing clothes, long legs and a raised butt.

Men, men, all men.

As the other party flexibly changed various eye-catching postures on the steel pipe, there were actually a few customers in the audience who were very naughty and eager to move their hands, but considering the security of the corner, they finally did not dare to reach out.

"Boss, you still haven't told me why you're here?"

Jiang Bing walked around the group of three or five people and headed towards the office.

"Investigate a case."

Vincent was a little surprised. "Isn't investigating crimes the job of the NCPD?"

"What if the NCPD has already closed the case."

"Forehead"

"What the NCPD can't do, we [Anti-Entropy] can do. What cases the NCPD can't investigate, we [Anti-Entropy] can investigate. What crimes the NCPD can't commit, we [Anti-Entropy] will commit."

Jiang Bing sniffed and felt that the smell in the air was wrong.

"This is called the Ye family's special permission. Execute first and report later."

The man guarding the passage was about to raise his hand to signal the newcomer to stop when Jiang Bing grabbed his neck, pulled him into his arms and carried him up to the second floor.

The whole movement was natural and there was no drag at all.

Anyone who sees it would think that the two are just good friends.

The second floor was the actors' backstage preparation room. Jiang Bing threw the unlucky guy into a corner and led Vincent to the blind spot between the rotating cameras, knocking out the club's security guards as he walked.

Until the two of them went into the preparation room to avoid the cameras.

There were two gay men waiting in the preparation room. They were concentrating on applying makeup on their faces while chatting. The content was so explosive that the two of them could not help but stop and listen.

Chapter 188 A Career Not Worthy of Praise

A bald, effeminate man complained to his companion: "Let me tell you, the customers nowadays are really poor and have no manners."

Another man in a red vest said, "What? You met another weird client?"

"That's right. A guest came this morning and entered the VIP box. He hadn't even had a few sips of wine when he started to act rashly."

"and then?"

"Then this person hugged me and wouldn't let go, even pushing me around."

“You didn’t find a supervisor.”

“Hey, he tipped.”

"That's it."

"But he doesn't follow the right path, but prefers to resort to crooked ways."

"You can still tolerate this."

"Of course not. I said, 'What are you doing? Why are you poking it there? Why don't you poke your nose?'"

The man in the red vest comforted her, "You're still lucky. Forget about the bad things I encountered at the bachelor party yesterday. I and..."

It took great perseverance for the two to extricate themselves from these explosive gossips.

The third floor of the club is filled with VIP rooms, which entertain politicians, corporate people, crime bosses, celebrities, and some police officers.

Business was brisk, and all the private rooms were lit.

After all, after the rich have experienced all the pleasures on the market, some people will like something different. There is no reason why the hobby of ancient nobles who liked to molest children would completely disappear now.

There's nothing new under the sun.

Larrillo, the owner of the Big Bird Turn Turn Bar, is undoubtedly a very skillful person.

He can not only get a large number of underage boys from various channels, but also find many "pregnant" and attractive women. Most importantly, he will record everything that happens in these VIP boxes with surveillance cameras as a talisman for himself and the club.

You know what, this really allowed him to build a solid defense network, successfully thwarting countless targeted investigations by the NCPD.

The noises in the private room were so strange that Vincent couldn't help but frown.

Jiang Bingze felt even more uncomfortable. His sensitive sense of smell allowed him to pick up all the strong fishy smell in the air.

So he quickened his pace.

Ladrilo's room is at the end of the third floor, close to the lobby. The wall in front of the lobby has been replaced with a huge one-way glass, allowing him to overlook his business empire at any time.

It may also be to satisfy some of your own little habits.

He had just learned from the communication channel that someone had broken into the third floor and was about to ask his men to increase vigilance when the door of the room was kicked open.

Jiang Bing picked up one person in each hand and after entering the room, he used the two people as batons and directly knocked Radrillo's confidant and bodyguard to the ground.

He wanted to sit on the sofa and pose for a bit, but when he saw a sissy naked man lying there who was unconscious from taking too much drugs but with his bare ass, obviously having just been fucked, he simply jumped over the sofa.

He likes to stand because it's good for his waist.

Vincent followed closely behind, pistol in hand.

"Friend, who asked you to come? Don't you know where this is?"

Ladrilo's tone was very harsh. With so many handles in his hands, he couldn't help but stand up straight.

Hearing the sound of running outside the door, Jiang Bing raised his hand to signal Vincent.

"Tell your men to get out of here. As soon as the door opens, he'll be the first to kill you."

Seeing Jiang Bing's calm face when he said this, Raddrilo couldn't help swallowing and sent a message to his men outside to stay calm.

"Scardra Brunei, who died in your place last week, do you remember him?"

Even though they were several meters apart, Vincent could sense the guilt rising on the other person's hypocritical face.

"My friend, you know, those who come here to have fun are not ordinary people. They take too many drugs, there are too many people, and they do too many things. People die often. It's impossible for me to know everything." The old gay was very tough.

"A Night City council candidate, on the eve of his election victory, was murdered in your yard, and you said you don't remember it."

Jiang Bing glanced between the other person's legs. Vincent moved the gun down very attentively and followed up with the verbal threat.

"Stop wasting time, TN. If you don't tell me now, you won't even be able to use a big steel cannon for the rest of your life, believe it or not."

Ladrilo glanced at the three people lying on the ground, their lives unknown, and chose to follow his heart.

From this we can see that he is most likely an iron 1. After all, Vincent's threat is too weak to a 0.

He pointed at the computer with a grim expression and uttered a string of passwords.

Then he said, "Whether you believe it or not, on the day that Scardra Brunei got into trouble, the hidden camera in the corresponding box happened to be broken."

Jiang Bing originally wanted to pull over the other person's boss chair and sit next to the other person's computer, but when he saw the naked man sleeping peacefully on the sofa, he subconsciously twitched the corners of his mouth, kicked the chair away, and stood next to the other person's computer to work.

Although Ladriello is tough in words, he still has the basic political wisdom to be able to run an illegal place until now.

Scardra Brunei, a rising political star, suddenly died in his place. Although the matter was inexplicably left unresolved, the secretly filmed footage must still be firmly in his hands.

The deceased victim appeared handsome and righteous on the surface, but secretly he was a pervert who liked little boys. This information was naturally of extraordinary value.

The other party came here to have fun many times, but these images were really eye-catching. Jiang Bing directly pulled the video information to the most recent date. Sure enough, it was not the day when Scardara Brunei died, but two weeks ago.

Jiang Bing opened the video and took a few glances. In the video, a hypocritical political newcomer was entangled with a pair of black and white evil spirits.

His eyes couldn't bear the shock, so he quickly turned off the video.

"Which box did the incident happen to him?"

Lardrino no longer concealed: "Number 7."

Jiang Bing's fingers flew as he called up the logs of the camera operating systems of all the boxes. Sure enough, the camera in box 7 was damaged on the day of Scardra Brunei's death.

The murderer had clearly written the intention on Jiang Bing's face.

Fortunately, although there was no video, Jiang Bing quickly found the business log on the other party’s computer and successfully located the person who placed the order for Scardra Brunei that day.

"Sheila Phiri"

This is of course a stage name.

Jiang Bing then retrieved the photos that the other party had used for the customer to choose from.

The person in the photo is a beautiful transvestite. Just by looking at the photo, Jiang Bing can tell that the other person is covered in technology and hard work.

Turning the screen, Jiang Bing pointed at the transvestite brother and asked Ladriello, "Is this guy still alive?"

The other party nodded repeatedly.

"Where are you now?"

"He's still at work today."

It's a bit abnormal that the person was not silenced.

Jiang Bing turned back to the screen and tapped with his ten fingers, bringing up the other party's clock-in information in a moment.

VIP Box No. 3.

What else can I say? Just keep working.

Chapter 189 D exploded

After a friendly conversation, the two sides reached consensus on several issues, including maintaining social order, correcting bad habits, resolutely resisting the three evils, and jointly maintaining public order.

Lying on the floor, Lardrino was forced to deliver an important speech about fully assisting Jiang and Wen in handling the "Scardella Brunei murder case" thoroughly and steadily, winning the enthusiastic support of all the officers who were also lying in the corridor.

The meeting between the two sides was a complete success.

Not long after.

Jiang Bing casually pulled open the door of Box No. 3, which was locked from the inside, and the two people who were having fun inside suddenly screamed.

The guest in Box 3 doesn't look like a gay, but that's normal. There are always people who get tired of Chinese food and want to change their taste.

He wanted to argue with the two of them, but Vincent came forward first and stuck a gun in his chest. The sour radish in his mouth was blocked again. He could only run out of the box with a pale face and in disgrace under Vincent's command.

Jiang Bing stood at the door, just watching silently, and he became more and more like the cold and arrogant style of the Grand Commander of the East Factory.

It’s nothing, there’s just a little smell in the room, let me clear it away first.

"Hey, what are you doing? Where's the security?"

Sheila Phiri must have had throat surgery; her voice is completely that of a woman.

"Stop shouting. Do you think anyone will pay attention to you? Just ask a few questions and then leave."

Vincent has entered the state.

"Scardra Brunei, the man who died here last week, any impression of him?"

Jiang Bingcai walked into the box after the air in the box became better. He kicked away the torn stockings on the ground and asked.

Sheila Fili sat on the bed with her body exposed, which made the two people with normal sexual orientation feel disgusted.

"Of course, he's a regular here, generous, and good-looking, but he's a bit picky."

"When he got into trouble, was it your order?"

Sheila Fili nodded decisively.

"But believe it or not, he kicked me out before I even entered the box."

He twisted his plump upper body, shaking out a wave of flesh, his face full of regret for not getting to eat the meat.

Looking at the other party's performance, Jiang Bing was filled with dismay.

'Is there no normal person here?'