The Creators: From Night City

It is not uncommon for things from the underworld to speak in a weird and sarcastic manner.

"In 1885, the Rock Springs Massacre occurred. 28 Chinese laborers were beheaded and their bodies burned. No one has ever convicted the murderer."

"Of course, I can also tell you clearly that the murderers are those white gentlemen. If you need, I can also give you a detailed list of the murderers, ensuring that it is accurate to their current addresses."

Jiang Bing remained silent, but his expression became even colder.

"Of course." Master Mirror's words gradually became extremely cold.

"This situation would continue until 1919, 20 years later. The last Chinese worker who worked on the railway died, and future historians would tally up the numbers: for every mile of track laid, 27.5 lives were lost. But these figures, soaked in the salty Pacific breeze, would eventually vanish."

"What on earth do you want to do?"

Jiang Bing stopped as the other party did, and in front of him was the ghost train.

But this time the train was no longer made of white mist, but had become a normal metal train.

"Have some fun."

Master Mirror motioned Jiang Bing to board the train together.

The train is running through the wilderness, and on the roadside is an exhibition gallery composed of the echoes of death.

"only these?"

Master Mirror sat in the car seat, looking out the window.

"Of course not. There is another deal."

Looking at Jiang Bing's increasingly solemn face, Master Mirror raised an eyebrow and explained, "It's not with you, but a transaction that has already taken place."

"In other words, you want me to fulfill the promise you made."

Master Mirror, actually wants to get something for free.

"You would do this whether I'm here or not, Jiang Bing. You are such a person at heart."

"You appear kind, but you're actually cold-blooded. Martial spirit is ingrained in you. Revenge is your creed, and killing is your way of communicating. You've long been rife with rage. You've been self-determined. You're someone who only helps your relatives and ignores others. Even if they share your skin and culture, you'll take action, even if it's just for your own pleasure. You can't help yourself."

Jiang Bing shook the small lantern and looked at the endless white mist inside, as if he saw the reality of death.

"You seem to enjoy seeing humans bleed?"

Master Mirror smiled faintly. "When have human wounds ever stopped bleeding? In the past? In the present? In the future? You and I both know, we know your history. Humanity has shed too much blood, enough to drown the entire galaxy. This much is not enough."

"Are you so sure? Aren't you afraid that I won't agree?" Jiang Bing asked back.

Master Mirror opened his arms and motioned Jiang Bing to look at the spacious Plain of the Dead. The countless black fogs were enough to form an army of the dead.

Of course, they are just echoes of the past, without substance and no possibility of returning to the material world.

"I rarely fail." Master Mirror answered confidently, like a male lecturer who is well versed in human nature, or a success guru worth a hundred dollars.

The train slowed down, as if it had arrived at the station.

He put his top hat back on his head, waved goodbye to Jiang Bing, and got off the car.

"I'm giving you this lantern. Consider it an advance payment for your work. You'll definitely finish it anyway."

Chapter 214 The Downtrodden Song

The complex jungle environment made Arthur and Margaret quickly lose track of them.

Looking at the tangled green jungle where no sunlight could be seen, the two could only choose to return the same way they came.

Just as they walked out of the jungle, they saw Jiang Bing had arrived in front of them at some point.

He stood by the railway at the edge of the forest, looking at the wilderness, silent.

The two were very sure that they had not seen him along the way.

But after what happened yesterday, the two wisely remained silent.

The three returned to Van Horn Trading Port.

On the way, the maid keenly discovered that Jiang Bing had an ancient lantern pendant around his waist.

But she didn't say anything and just kept it in her heart.

The days that followed were uneventful until the Grey family delivered a large amount of tobacco as promised, filling a large warehouse.

The team waiting for tobacco separated.

Arthur returned to the wild wilderness and became the free cowboy riding his horse in the West again. The maid took the one-year salary paid in advance by Jiang Bing and a box of gold and silver jewelry, and prepared to go to Saint Denis to prepare for Jiang Bing's return.

The door of the warehouse filled with tobacco was closed and never opened again until the end of the lease.

Fortunately, the space inside was already empty, and the staff, who could not wait for the employer to hand over the work, happily swallowed the deposit paid in advance, casually outlined the paperwork, and piled it up in the complicated documents.

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HXXD—C2W33 Plane (Cyberpunk World)

The holographic sign of the Coronado Ranch Night Market had been blown in half by a stray bullet that came from nowhere. The remaining half of the sign twitched and emitted a flashing pink and purple light.

Here lies the deepest wrinkle on the fringes of Night City.

Lao Kang, whose full name is Kang Si Carl,

His food truck was stuck between the wreckage of two scrapped cars, with cables secretly connected to the substation tied to the roof. The crackling current powered the slightly worn induction cooker, which continued to provide heat for the rusty frying pan.

His right hand, which had been modified with hydraulic joints, was pouring sticky synthetic grease into the frying pan, while his left hand pulled out a gun from his waist and pointed it skillfully at the queued crowd, successfully maintaining the order that was about to collapse.

The gun barrel pressed against the greasy brim of his baseball cap, and Lao Kang felt a little annoyed.

"Don't fucking cut in line, you three-eyed brat—your cyberpsychosis is practically smoking my sauce."

"Business is good lately, Kang."

An NCPD officer pushed his way through the crowd and came to the front of the line. The people in line were angry but dared not speak out.

Even though they are nothing in front of marginalized people, corporate dogs, and gang members, they are still the ones that the lower-class residents cannot afford to offend.

"It's time to get off work, Haka, what's for today?"

Lao Kang skillfully poured a piece of molecularly recombinant pork ribs onto the frying pan and pressed it down with a spatula.

Under the action of high temperature, the oil sizzles and emits a rich aroma.

"It's still early, let's take a break. Here's five servings, takeout boxes."

"It smells so good, you didn't add any 'seasoning'?"

Smelling the fragrance in the air, NCPD officer Haka joked with the other party skillfully.

"How is that possible? You're always making fun of me. You've been eating from this stall since you were a child."

"Don't worry, but your food has been tasting a lot better lately."

"That's true, it's all thanks to it."

While the stall owner was busy on the greasy stove, he kicked a food bag out of the stall and showed it to the other party.

"How about molecularly reconstituted pork ribs?"

Haka read out the product name word by word, glanced at the product slogan below, and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Reject organic lies and establish cyber carnival."

"Is this the new supply channel you found? I haven't heard much about the brand, but it sounds quite impressive."

People chew so-called synthetic foods, but they know in their hearts that these things will not kill people at most, and there is no way they can be called real food.

"The product is pretty good and the price is cheap. The price of synthetic meat from Whole Foods has almost doubled recently. If we don't find a new supplier, our customers will run out."

"It's the protein farms that suffered the disaster. Synthetic meat will be out of stock for a while."

"By the way, you said this one is cheaper. How cheap is it?"

"It was so cheap that I thought they were using human flesh," Lao Kang described it this way.

"As long as it tastes good and is cheap, human flesh is acceptable."

The average moral level of Night City residents is now clearly revealed.

Five servings of quantum grilled ribs were quickly cooked, and Haka rushed back to the work site with his dinner and midnight snack.

This is a murder scene.

A cyber madman suddenly went crazy and attacked passers-by. When he tore the seventh passer-by into pieces, the terrorist squad finally arrived and tore him into the same pieces.

Afterwards, that group of legal cyber maniacs patted their butts, got on the hovercraft and left, leaving the mess on the ground for the NCPD at Coronado Ranch to deal with.

This situation was originally handled by the city bureau's medical body collection team, but due to the squeeze from the trauma team, the medical body collection team's income has dropped sharply, employees have resigned one after another, and there is a serious shortage of staff. Similar things can only be done by these patrol officers.

Fortunately, what made Haka feel at ease was that the head of the patrol department, Song Leckley, was also at the scene, helping them shovel the body parts.

Inside the blockade projected by the holographic projection, Song Leckley looked exhausted. The mysterious man's visit made him nervous, but the subsequent lack of news made him even more nervous, which made him very worried recently.

"Boss, come and try it. Lao Kang's cooking is the best around here."

Haka diligently presented the lunch box to his immediate superior, and the appetizing aroma somewhat diluted Song's sorrow.

He wanted to sit on the ground, but when he saw the large amount of minced meat on the sidewalk caused by the dragging, he finally chose to go back to the car to eat.

Just as he closed the car door and had no time to open the lunch box, a low voice came from the back seat.

"I hope I didn't disturb your meal this time."

The police officer froze at first, but soon realized that the owner of the voice was the stranger who broke into his house that day.

"It's you?!"

Although he didn't know when Jiang Bing got into his car, Song's first feeling was actually a sense of relief.

With the calmness of his boots finally landing on the ground, he calmly opened the lunch box, revealing large chunks of cut synthetic pork ribs inside.

"It's been so long, I thought you had forgotten me."

"Why, it must be unpleasant to be bullied by your boss."

Song, who was passive and failed in his work, was naturally hated by NCPD Coronado Ranch Branch Chief Sarak Jellion. Otherwise, as the head of the patrol department, he would never have been forced to go out to the streets to shovel corpses.

Chapter 215 The Purpose of the Ghost Train

"I'm used to it." Song took a bite of the pork ribs and found that they tasted unexpectedly good.

Although he had never eaten real pork, compared with the synthetic meat he had eaten before, this thing tasted as good as real meat.

A chip was thrown onto the passenger seat.

"The evidence against Sarak Jellion is enough for him to die a dozen times."

"But these things won't kill him, you understand." Song asked back.

"Of course, Night City is a free and progressive city. How could there be such a barbaric punishment as the death penalty?" Jiang Bing almost laughed out loud when he talked about this.

Night City's judicial system is very humane. Even if a bloody butcher like Jiang Bing is brought to trial one day, he will not be sentenced to death. At most, he will be sentenced to 1,800 years in prison.

But most people rarely have the opportunity to go to court.

Part of the reason is that they cannot afford the high court fees, and part of the reason is that most people in Night City do not like the inefficient judicial method of the court.

Generally, any case is handled during the pre-court mediation stage.

This also means that the tables in the mediation room are bulletproof, and mediators have the highest casualty rate.

There is also a part that is not enough to go to court. There is no need to go for small matters, and no way to go for big matters.

However, this only applies to the lower-class people. For example, if someone reaches the level of NCPD chief, if he breaks the law, he will still be tried in strict accordance with judicial procedures and will try his best to resolve it within the "rules."

It is worth mentioning that Night City’s prison has long been privatized and has been listed early on with super high profit revenue.

Their flagship product, the 'Feel at Home Prison Package', allows prisoners to choose any location within the prison, and dozens of prison guards (bodyguards) take turns guarding them to prevent enemies from taking the opportunity to retaliate.

As long as you can afford it, you can even hire two hot female prison guards to keep a distance around the clock.

As long as you have connections, strong power, and a strong background, and you stay in prison for a period of time, various sentence reduction policies will come to you.

Life sentence becomes fixed-term sentence, long-term sentence becomes short-term sentence, and short-term sentence becomes bail.

The whole process is as smooth and comfortable as going on vacation - even better than going on vacation, Night City Prison also has six-star luxury cells to choose from.

"This is not for you to use while he is alive." Jiang Bing explained.