The Creators: From Night City

The twists and turns of the plot made Lao Wei, a man who was used to seeing life and death, stunned.

He cast a shocked gaze at the big steel cannon on the tray, and there was an inexplicable respect in his eyes.

“I don’t know who came up with this, but he’s a real genius.”

………………

The news about 42 arrived before dawn.

【42: One good news, one bad news.】

Jiang Bing: Wherever you go to add humanity, you'll find this trick.

[42: The bad news is that this person's brain is exceptionally clean. It has everything it should have, and nothing it shouldn't have.]

[Jiang Bing: What's the good news?]

[42: I went through his address book and found chats with three of his best friends. It was really exciting.]

42 Looks like a badger having fun in a melon field.

Chapter 191 A Man's Happiness

【42: It's not like I didn't gain anything. I'll give it to you.】

A chat record was then sent to Jiang Bing's data board.

Jidar (deceased): Alan, I'm going to be rich soon, you know what? When I have money, I'll take you out to play.

Alan: You're not trying to trick me into sharing the firepower with you again, are you? Last time I was practically unable to stand.

[Gidal: How is that possible? I'm telling you, I've got a lucrative job from a great middleman. Once I'm done, I'll be rich. Then we can stab each other any way we want.]

Alan: Don't let yourself be deceived. You might lose both your money and your beauty.

[Gidal: Impossible. This middleman is a well-known figure in the underworld.]

[Gidal: Trust me, it's absolutely reliable. I have a feeling this is the first step to my meteoric rise.]

【Gidal: Just wait and see.】

Alan: I advise you to calm down.

This chat record was preserved despite being interspersed among various chat records that were so disgusting in scale.

[Jiang Bing: You mentioned earlier that Jidar's brain is unusually clean. This won't be easy to do.]

[42: Erasing everything is easy. Memory-erasing puppets, brain-computer overload viruses, and body re-inspection and rebooting can all be done. However, such scalpel-like modifications require a powerful hacker.]

[42: But it's not difficult to implement. As long as this idiot has connected to the other party's device before his death and given authorization, modifying brain-computer data is just a matter of moving a finger.]

[Jiang Bing: Can it be restored?]

【42: Basically impossible.】

Jiang Bing: Are methods like retrieval of redundant data residues and physical media reproduction not possible?

[42: The brain-computer-body closed-loop lock uses a deadlock of overturning type, so the above methods are simply not feasible.]

[Jiang Bing: It seems this clue is broken.]

[42: What a shame! I was really looking forward to the follow-up to this matter.]

Jiang Bing: I'll try to find a solution elsewhere.

Fortunately, the east window was dark but the west window was bright. As soon as the sky got light, Lao Wei sent a letter to Vincent, saying that he had found some clues.

The two rushed all the way to each other's prosthetic clinic.

Early in the morning, Lao Wei was wearing a pair of boxing gloves and exercising in front of a sandbag.

From this we can see that he really loves boxing and cannot give it up.

Seeing the two people coming, he quickly took off his boxing gloves and led them to the computer.

Lao Wei: "I asked a few friends in the circle last night, and one of them gave me a clue."

"Skala, a cyborg surgeon from Watson District. He originally worked under Cassius, but later went out on his own. The installation method for this thing is very similar to his."

Lao Wei typed on the computer and quickly found a person's photo and the address of the clinic.

"If you go to him to track down clues, you'd better be alert. They say he has some murky ties with the Uzumaki Gang."

Jiang Bing wrote down the address and nodded to Lao Wei. "Thank you, Dr. Victor. This is very important. I owe you a favor."

Old Wei just tried to decline modestly as usual, but was stopped by Vincent with a wink.

He didn't know Jiang Bing's methods, but Vincent knew the value of this favor.

With Jiang Bing's words, if someone is really blind enough to provoke Lao Wei, then the knife of [Anti-Entropy] will be more effective than the Terrorist Squad.

The two said goodbye to Lao Wei, but ran into Jack, who was yawning, and Misty was opening the door to clean up in "Misty's Psychic Divination Hut".

As Vincent continued to make faces at them, the three of them exchanged a few words and then went their separate ways.

Thrace 388 Jefferson walked west along Martin Street until he came to a dilapidated factory building.

The Watson District in the north of Night City is the territory of the Vortex Gang. As an industrial park, the Watson District is much less prosperous than the River Valley District.

Large areas of factories are abandoned, and apart from the workers and a small number of local residents, the streets seem very deserted.

Compared with the River Valley area, which is undergoing massive construction and is changing with each passing day, Watson District is like an old man in his twilight years.

But a lean camel is bigger than a horse. As an old industrial area, Kejing Logistics, Tianguo Medical, and the whole food factory operated by the Whirlpool Gang are all located here.

There is also the largest cargo terminal in Night City here. Although the risks of ocean travel are extremely high, the waterways along the coastline from the offshore north to Northern California, Oregon Republic, and south to Mexico are all very safe and prosperous.

'Men's happiness'

The shop sign exudes the flavor of traditional Chinese medicine.

But this did not prevent long queues from forming at the door.

Whenever men's happiness is mentioned, they always say things insincerely. If you say he has kidney deficiency, he will risk his life to argue with you, and would like to spread the word that you are a quack. But as long as you tell him that you can cure him, he will immediately let you experience what it means to be "arrogant at first and respectful later" and "wandering for half a lifetime without meeting a wise master."

Night City is more open in this regard.

The men were all carelessly showing off their achievements to those around them, such as but not limited to "I took on seven people alone yesterday, and the big steel cannon between my legs broke down", "My old prosthetic body can't keep up with the new ideas, I need to get a new one", "You have it, she has it, it's better for me to have it all" and so on.

What Lao Wei said was true. Scala had a close relationship with the Whirlpool Gang. At the door, two Whirlpool Gang members, whose faces were almost turning into night vision goggles, were holding weapons and maintaining order.

They don't even need to shout at them, the "good" reputation spread outside makes customers line up obediently and dare not step out of line.

This is extremely rare in Night City, which has always advocated "freedom".

As a local gang entrenched in the Watson District and the northern industrial area, the Vortex Gang is characterized by its terrifying face and ferocious optical implants.

As a gang that is blindly obsessed with cyborgs and cyber transformation from top to bottom, it forms the exact opposite of the Animal Gang.

One believes in the immortality of the body, the other firmly believes in mechanical ascension.

When people see the Uzumaki Gang, their first impression is often: "Look at them! They're truly daring pioneers of transhuman transformation."

But if they are just torturing themselves, testing the limits of the human body, and making outstanding contributions to the evolution of the human species, then this statement is correct.

Unfortunately, the unlucky ones who fall into their hands will also become "experimental" subjects. The Vortex Gang is famous in Night City for its extreme cruelty, lack of humanity and the gang's expertise in public executions.

Coupled with the fact that they dominate the production output of most of the heavy-flavored Black Mewtwo industry and their manic fighting style on weekdays, in the eyes of outsiders, the Whirlpool Gang is a gang composed of lunatics on the verge of cyberpsychosis.

However, to be frank, all of this is not true, and is more of a camouflage carefully cultivated by the Whirlpool Gang.

Their business model is not particularly crazy in Night City. They spread fear, create rumors, intimidate people, and exert mental hegemony. Ultimately, everything is for business.

Chapter 192: Threat of Eternal Justice

The more rumors like the above there are, the easier it is for them to do business.

However, Boss Jiang has no intention of tolerating these new-age cyber-chuunibyous who are all show and no substance.

He didn't even give the two energetic young men at the door a chance to speak, and he knocked them to the ground with ease.

There was no need for any polite words, and the customers in the queue wisely fled in all directions.

When the two men saw Scala, he was working hard under a man's crotch, so much so that he was several beats late before he saw the revolver in Jiang Bing's hand.

"W-What do you want to do!

"I'm telling you, this is the Uzumaki Gang's territory. My clinic is under their protection. You dare to jump around here? You really don't fear death."

This would definitely work against ordinary street thugs, but unfortunately, it couldn't even scare Vincent.

Following Jiang Bing's instructions, Vincent threw the "murder weapon" - the big steel cannon - in front of the other party.

"Does it look familiar?"

Scala put down the tools in his hand with some trembling, picked up the big steel cannon on the ground without any disgust and looked at it carefully.

"So that's it. Did its original owner offend you?"

"The less you know, the safer you are, you know."

Even the patient lying on the operating table understood this truth. He wanted to get up and run away at this moment, but after thinking about it, he felt that the happiness of his lower body was still worth gambling with his whole life.

So he could only look up at the sky with his bare butt, speechless and choked with emotion.

"Of course."

Scala took off his gloves and timidly gestured for the two to follow him.

As a cyborg doctor who has just started his own business, Scala usually lives directly in the clinic, and his room is just behind the clinic.

Jiang Bing and Vincent followed him into the bedroom and were stunned.

Cow roe, two walls were converted into shelves, and the shelves were filled with cow roe soaked in preservative liquid.

Seeing that the two were a little dazed, Scala hurriedly explained.

"These are things that customers don't want, I just help them keep them."

It would be better not to say this reason, or even to say "I picked it up".

To install a prosthetic body like a big steel cannon, it is naturally necessary to cut off the original organs first. Most people will choose to dispose of this piece of flesh themselves, often by burning it, while a small number of people will let the doctor do whatever he wants with it.

But Scala undoubtedly lied here. He had used many means to accumulate such a large fortune in a short period of time.

Fortunately, the two of them did not come here for this purpose. Although this hobby is somewhat perverted, this level is not considered outstanding in Night City.

"This is it."

Scala skillfully took down a transparent jar from the shelf. The contents inside floated up and down in the formalin, rolled left and right, and stretched themselves freely in front of the guests.

This scene almost broke Vincent's defense.

As soon as he pulled the bolt, he wanted to feed the other person a fresh bullet.

"Who the hell is looking for you for this?"

"what?"

"Aren't you asking for this back?"

I really don’t know if the other party is really stupid or just pretending to be stupid. Vincent shot him directly at the foot.

"Why did the original owner of this thing come to you? How much do you know about his 'new thing'?"

"Hurry up and tell me. If you keep dithering, the bullet won't have eyes."

Scala was so frightened that his face turned pale and he was shaking like a sieve.

As an unlicensed doctor, Scala also did not know how to keep special medical records, but because the equipment the other party needed to install was indeed very unique, he was deeply impressed by the incident.

"This job is because the cannon is specially made. The number of nerve fibers to connect and the difficulty are several times higher than usual. It took me a lot of effort."

"and then?"

"No, my friends. I'm just a prosthetics doctor. When patients come to me to get something installed, I'm just responsible for the installation. I don't care about anything else."

The statement was reasonable, but the heartbeat and subtle expressions betrayed the host honestly in front of Jiang Bing, the human lie detector.

Just as Vincent was about to press the issue, Jiang Bing walked over to the shelf and pulled out a blank glass bottle.

Because "new goods" are always added, there is also a large amount of formalin next to the shelf.

Jiang Bing added the corresponding amount of formalin into the jar and carried it to the timid cyborg doctor.