The Creators: From Night City

When a person dies, he or she has no value. At this time, the evidence of the other party's guilt will truly become evidence of guilt, and become a knife and fork for those with ulterior motives to divide up the deceased's estate.

Song obviously understood what Jiang Bing meant.

He stuffed another steak into his mouth, causing his speech to become somewhat slurred.

"When?"

"Remember to watch the news these two days."

The car door was pushed open, and Jiang Bing sniffed the synthetic meat steak in the other person's lunch box before getting out of the car.

He left a sentence of "Okay, come back for the steak, it tastes good" and disappeared from the car, leaving Song confused. He stuffed another piece of steak into his mouth, puzzled.

Jiang Bing did not drive the Thracian 388 Jefferson this time and was alone.

Mainly because he has a new car.

After finding a secluded path, he took out the Quetzalcoatl-shaped lantern.

The lanterns emitted a cold white mist, which soon outlined a 'ghost train' in front of them.

You can say that Mirror Master is bad, but you can never say that he is bad.

Nothing he gave away was garbage.

Hanging the lantern emitting a faint glow around his waist, Jiang Bing boarded the train.

As the whistle sounded, which was inaudible to the living, the train followed the illusory railway, crashed into the dilapidated building ahead, and dissipated into a cloud of white mist.

It is sailing between life and death.

As a pragmatist, Jiang Bing had already figured out the function of this lantern.

Its main function is to be the key to the 'ghost train'.

Although the ghost train has a strange appearance and its fuel is a little harder to find - it uses death as fuel - its function is no different from that of a normal train.

To transport goods or people.

Time blurred in the gap between life and death, allowing Jiang Bing to reach the evil land in the next moment.

Jiang Bing returned to his loyal Base No. 6.

Base No. 6 has changed a lot.

The tunnel was tightly wrapped with thick semi-permanent shelters, layer upon layer, and the scope of the entire base spread outward to a huge extent. Except for the two machine guns with exaggerated calibers hidden underground at the gate, there were few defensive machines in other locations.

These two powerful weapons with seriously exceeded power levels were Jiang Bing's creations, and the craftsmanship is not complicated.

But if you underestimate the defense of the base, the extreme rate of fire, the large number of modified defense robots in the dark, and the countless hidden firepower points will tell you what madness means.

Mann continued training with his security personnel.

A large number of prosthetics in his body have been removed, and the mutation has repaired his body, causing his deformed and tall body due to the transformation to return to normal levels.

Before mutation, most prosthetics need to be disassembled.

After the mutation is complete, he can choose to undergo prosthetic modification on his own.

This caused Mann to relive the process of scraping bones to cure poison.

The heavy subcutaneous armor required peeling off his skin all over his body, and the "Hundred Fists Open" titanium alloy skeleton required all of his sternum and ribs to be cut off and replaced.

The other steps for prosthetic replacement are basically the same.

Fortunately, the feeling of rejection from the prosthesis subsided in this reborn body, or rather, it never appeared again.

So Mann planned to do something tough for himself.

At least he finally got the Swansea Westin he had been dreaming of.

However, a large number of prosthetic modifications require a reliable prosthetics doctor to operate, which is why Jiang Bing is considering recruiting some highly skilled prosthetics doctors recently.

He is too busy.

Gloria was waiting at the door early, and when she saw Jiang Bing coming back, she came to greet him from afar.

The mutation caused her height to increase slightly, and the high-input data-assisted module installed to further improve her government processing capabilities gave her an additional prosthetic seam next to her eyebrow.

"Boss, the first batch of mutation transformations has been completed. All members of Mann's team have completed the transformation."

"Next, according to the predetermined plan, we will gradually screen 'qualified' security guards for mutation transformation."

Jiang Bing nodded slightly.

"The intelligent machine tools we purchased have also arrived. As per your request, the goods from the International Electronics Company (IEC), along with the small integrated pharmaceutical synthesis system from the Petrochemical Group and the generators compatible with traditional petroleum fuels, have all been placed in the warehouse you designated."

"Yeah." Jiang Bing kept walking.

"Just leave it there. These things will need further modification later."

Due to the multitude of affairs, Gloria, the senior manager, took the initiative to undergo a professional government affairs processing prosthetic transformation. She has bid farewell to the inefficient office tool such as the data board, but considering the actual situation of her boss, she still holds one in her arms in case of emergency.

Chapter 216 Night City Second People's Canteen

"Everything is going smoothly at Haozailai Foods. The production line is running well, and the workers that Old Logan hired are all excellent."

"What about security?"

"Dolio is leading Pyrrha and Rebecca, as well as some of our security personnel disguised as members of the Workers' Mutual Aid Association, stationed there."

"Did you bring the 'stuff' with you?"

Gloria's eyes moved, and a large amount of information flashed through her eyes.

"A full set of combat equipment is available."

Jiang Bing walked towards his workshop while asking, "Who's still idle at the base? You should have seen the intelligence from the Internet monitoring. It's time to give Coronado Farm a change of scenery."

"Will there be a counterattack from the opponent?" As the chief supervisor, Gloria considered things particularly comprehensively.

"Let him die completely."

"Dead people are worthless, let alone a pure political opportunist like him."

Gloria nodded. "I'll try to make it as clean as possible."

"David, Lucy is out on a field trip. I suggest you consider handing her over to Vincent."

"What do you mean?" Jiang Bing stopped.

"He's been performing very well recently. A few days ago, he led a convoy of Rangers and one of our newly formed combat teams to razed a newly emerged stronghold of the Luan Dao Society. He has great potential."

Jiang Bing still believed in Vincent's ability to get things done.

"Yes, provide him with material support according to the Level III mission assessment."

Gloria nodded and arranged the task while walking.

Gloria

Jiang Bing seemed to remember something.

"Sort out the dusty basic prosthetics in the warehouse and put them in the same warehouse with the newly arrived equipment."

The high-end prosthetic bodies contributed by scavengers and various enemies will be repaired and sorted and stored in the [Anti-Entropy] arsenal for graded storage, for exchange by non-staff personnel, mainly company employees and wanderers, according to their authority.

With the closure of Jiang Binghei's clinic, basic prosthetics such as subcutaneous armor, alloy joints, and ordinary prosthetic eyes lost their largest consumption channel. Also, due to their universal source (almost every enemy contributes), they soon filled up the warehouses dedicated to storing prosthetic trophies.

This thing is not valuable, and shipping it in large quantities will easily attract the attention of competitors in the market, so it has been piled up in the warehouse and left to gather dust.

"Order some more bulletproof fabric in bulk, IIA grade will do."

The IIA level can withstand multiple shots from pistol bullets such as 9mm Luger bullets, and can withstand bullets with an initial velocity of less than about 370 meters per second.

The protective effect is far from enough in Night City, but it is more than enough to deal with firearms in the late 19th century.

Jiang Bing's words made the chief steward a little confused, but the excellent worker adhered to the professional ethics of an ox or a horse, and without asking any questions, he directly added these materials to the next batch of purchases.

Gloria blinked her artificial eye, took out the data tablet from her arms, and handed it to Jiang Bing, the nominal highest decision-maker of [Anti-Entropy].

Thanks to the fact that Jiang Bing was either out or wandering around the universe, Gloria had developed the good habit of seizing every opportunity to report on her work.

"Boss, here are the important data from the past two weeks. First, the new items..."

at the same time.

[Anti-Entropy] The second cafeteria at Base 6.

It is also affectionately called the Second People's Canteen of Night City by Jiang Bing.

Different from the small canteen inside the tunnel, the first canteen that serves senior employees mainly serves workers, security personnel and other grassroots employees. The second canteen for non-staff members including the Rangers riders is located next to the tunnel exit.

The building, constructed with quick-drying cement and modular partitions, appears square and has little decoration, but this does not prevent the flow of people here.

Thanks to the long-term provision of high-quality wheat juice, clean fresh water, and a variety of authentic, earth-grown foods, everyone likes to come here for a few drinks to relieve fatigue after a hard day's work.

As a senior operator of [Anti-Entropy] promoted by Crossfire, Vincent is already qualified to go to the first cafeteria, but he still chooses the second cafeteria with more people, a larger space, and more noise.

"Panam, are you done?"

Vincent sat at the metal dining table, took the tray from Haley, who worked part-time as a waiter in the cafeteria, and pretended to ask Panam, who was sitting opposite him, a question casually.

After taking a bite of fried mushrooms, Panam waved her hand as an answer to Vincent's question. She picked up the wine glass with condensed water droplets on the wall and cooled it with water.

After drinking half a cup of wheat juice full of malt and hop aroma, the Latina beauty with a healthy wheat-colored skin let out a refreshed sigh.

"That's the feeling. It's really enjoyable to have a cup after delivering the goods."

"That's right. I rely on these things to survive every day." Mitch Anderson, who also came from the Bright family, said.

Because the profits from transporting for [Anti-Entropy] are so lucrative, except for the tribal leader Thor, all the drivers in the family come here to run a few transport orders when they have nothing to do.

It can be called a crowdsourcing of a certain cyber group.

"You seem to be running a lot lately?"

"I can't help it. I'm planning to replace the car with a more powerful centrifugal compressor soon. I can only make a few more trips to earn some credits."

Vincent picked up a piece of cheese noodles with chopsticks and lifted it high, trying to make it cool faster. "Modify it! Add more horsepower and your car will fly."

"Ha, what wanderer can resist the temptation of speed?" Mitch joked.

"What are you busy with recently?" Panam asked.

After downing half a glass of wheat juice, Vincent burped. "What else can I do? Transporting goods to Taiping State, maintaining stability everywhere, and driving other colleagues to various corners of Night City for work."

"It seems like just yesterday that we were running errands together. Suddenly, I didn't expect you to join Anti-Entropy so easily."

"I didn't expect it myself, but this job is not bad at all. The salary is good, the work is simple, and the benefits are good."

Vincent rolled up his sleeves, pulled out the mantis blade on his left arm, and showed it to the two people opposite him.

"I just exchanged it from the armory for a 'Reaper IV' mantis blade from Danar Technologies. The price is more than half the market price."

"It's a really good thing. I remember this model of mantis knife costs more than 10,000 euros." Mitch, a veteran who fought in the Unification War, was very interested and started a discussion with Vincent.

"You've got a great deal."

"Do you think I can join Anti-Entropy?" Panam suddenly asked.

This sudden question made Vincent stunned. He couldn't help but look at Mitch beside him, hoping that he, as Panam's good friend, could give him some explanation.

"She and Thor had another fight."

"It's not my fault. It's all his fault for being too conservative. If it were me, I'd let everyone in the family make money here, so they don't miss out."

Chapter 217 Codename Earth Plane

Mitch tapped his wine glass with his metal left hand and said soothingly, "Thor has his considerations. The family can't rely on one path for all its livelihoods. Besides, the clan's cooperation with Anti-Entropy has only just begun."

Panam slammed the table angrily. "He's just an old stubborn man who won't let go of the backward ideas in his head."

"OK OK."

"If Panam stays in the camp for too long, she's bound to get into an argument with Thor. It seems like they're just not compatible."

Mitch explains to Vincent on Panam's behalf.

"She was planning to go to Night City to make a living. If Dakota Smith hadn't introduced her to this job, she might have already settled in Night City."

"It's not that easy to survive in Night City." Vincent, who has been running around for the company's tasks, has had a deep feeling recently.

"The city is no different from the Badlands, and the living environment is even worse. At least you can see most of the dangers in the Badlands, but in Night City, if you're not careful, you'll fall into a pit. Without someone to support you, you'll easily be chewed to pieces."