The Creators: From Night City

"There's still one alive."

Several dark shadows gathered around the operating table.

Mann glanced at the "little white mouse" with its breasts exposed and its body covered in blood plasma without a trace of pity.

"Lucy, can you make her faint?"

The next second, Isa fell asleep with her head tilted back, which was Lucy's answer.

After confirming that the building had been cleared and nothing was left out, Mann led the "Raven" team to evacuate the bloody abandoned pharmaceutical factory, and the cleanup crew led by Old Logan entered.

These loyal workers carried all kinds of disassembly and handling tools and rushed into the factory with great enthusiasm, ready to work hard.

They did have something to take away, and at the moment everyone was very motivated, and they all looked like they couldn't wait to tear the land away and take it away.

Dozens of trucks that were temporarily requisitioned have begun intensive round-trip transportation work.

Thanks to the NCPD's sudden laziness in nighttime street patrols, they had plenty of time to clean up the mess.

The night was still long, and there were still dozens of strongholds like this one waiting for Mann and his men to clear out.

The second Scavenger Outpost is located in a basement north of the Coronado Ranch.

There was no need for Mann Team to take action, thanks to the gang's scavengers doing an extremely stupid thing. For convenience, they directly pulled electricity from the external power box instead of using an independent power supply system. They also did not install any network repeaters, anti-infiltration ICE devices or the like along the way.

Thanks to this, with the help of the computing power of the information warfare command vehicle, Lucy followed the clues and rewarded each scavenger with a series of attack puppets. When Mann's men rushed into the basement, all the scavengers were lying on the ground twitching constantly. It would take at least 30 years of cerebral thrombosis to perform such an intense ground dance.

Sparks and black smoke rose from the various prosthetics on their bodies. Every one of them seemed to have a brain that was almost cooked.

After taking another step without any bloodshed, the "Black Mamba" container truck started heading to the next destination.

It was not until the dawn broke in the east that everyone managed to wipe out the last scavenger stronghold on time.

Those who were in the combat sequence returned directly to the Badlands base, while old Logan, who was in the logistics department, had to lead his many workers to work for a while.

After all, demolition, land acquisition and cleaning up the spoils are very time-consuming tasks, not to mention that they are also subject to transportation capacity constraints. This order is too large and dozens of trucks cannot transport it at all.

The "Black Mamba" container truck was running on the road out of the city, inside the information warfare command vehicle.

A cylindrical liquid cooling chamber more than two meters long was placed horizontally on one side of the carriage. As a large amount of white gas spurted out, the chamber door slid open outward. Lucy sat up from the slightly sticky special coolant and placed her arms on the cabin wall for leverage.

David, who was standing by, promptly handed over a large clean towel.

The heat dissipation shortcomings of the "Dark Web Mirage-07" led Jiang Bing to simply dismantle the matching hacker chair and replace it with a unique submersible liquid cooling chamber.

When operating, the user can wear a matching oxygen mask, so that the whole person is immersed in special coolant to maximize heat dissipation.

Of course, in order to achieve the most ideal heat dissipation efficiency, the user cannot wear any clothes during the entire process.

This also gave David, who was in charge of security, a feast for the eyes.

Lucy really didn't like the feeling of being suffocated by liquid, because it always reminded her of the dark times in Arasaka Corporation.

Even though she had escaped from there for a long time, she would still wake up suddenly in her sleep, and often dream of her dead companions and the desolate world outside the black wall.

She knew Arasaka had been looking for her.

This made her wonder whether she should confess to the boy in front of her who was touching her head and smiling foolishly, and confess all the dark past buried in her heart.

"David, I..."

"What's wrong Lucy?"

The words were on the tip of her tongue, but Lucy swallowed them back.

"Let's go play in the city later, just the two of us, without Rebecca and Mann."

David was stunned for a moment, then agreed without hesitation.

The car continued to speed towards the bad land, carrying two people with a lot on their minds.

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Plane No. HXXD-G09251 (Red Dead Redemption)

As the most prosperous city in Lemoyne, New Hanover, and West Elizabeth, Saint Denis has the largest population in the entire West.

This is the gateway city to North America, and the trade routes here have been running for over a hundred years.

Americans, blacks, Chinese workers who came to the West from all over the world to seek fortune, gangsters with hidden identities, fugitives, businessmen, celebrities, sailors, workers, scientists looking for investment, artists who were not appreciated for their talents, emerging capitalists, aristocrats, and people from all over the world arrived in this city through various channels.

People of all kinds bring all kinds of cultures together in this city, turning it into a melting pot of multiculturalism.

Nearly ten thousand people live and reproduce here, and every aspect and corner of this city reveals the prototype of a future international metropolis.

When Margaret first came to a city of this size, she couldn't help but marvel at its prosperity.

She was amazed by the tall city gate and the clean and tidy stone streets. Her eyes were fixed on the neatly arranged shops on both sides of the street and the towering towers in the distance.

But now she has gotten used to this place, used to the slow trams, used to the dirty orphans on the streets who look at everyone with ill intentions, used to the horse manure on the streets, and used to the relatively high prices.

Fortunately, her wallet was full, and the huge sum of more than a thousand dollars made her walk like a tiger with full energy.

Her employer, the mysterious Mr. Sable, has been away for over a month, leaving the bored maid ready to take the train home to visit her family and pay off the high-interest loan she owes to the O'Driscoll Gang.

So Boss Jiang, who appeared out of nowhere, came back empty-handed.

Chapter 224: Chelonian Sect

Notre Dame Cathedral Square, the most prosperous place in Saint-Denis.

This cathedral is a prime example of Gothic architecture, boasting a towering facade adorned with majestic and intricate carvings. Two square bell towers flank it, and in the center stands a massive rose window, approximately 10 meters in diameter. Skilled artisans have crafted a wealth of stained glass windows into classic religious motifs. In full sun, the sunlight casts a dazzling, mysterious glow.

Below the stained glass windows are three pointed-arch doorways, the lintels of which are covered with delicate reliefs depicting stories from the Bible and images of various saints.

The doorposts are slender sculptural columns.

A large number of believers gather here day and night, and the huge flow of people attracts many people with ulterior motives.

Beggars, children, writers promoting their own books, and men in smart suits preaching the teachings of the "Cheronian" sect.

He was standing by a small fountain with a cunning look in his eyes. When he saw Jiang Bing, who was dressed elegantly, passing by, he quickly stepped forward.

As he got closer, he saw Jiang Bing's yellow face, which made him stunned for a moment, and then he continued to put on a fake and eager smile as if nothing had happened.

"Sir, would you like to learn about the sacred 'Cheronia' sect? As long as you are devout enough, you can safely reach the utopia of the dead world after death and enjoy eternal peace."

Jiang Bing raised his eyebrows when he heard this.

He subconsciously fumbled for the Quetzalcoatl lantern at his waist.

"Don't devout believers go to heaven?"

"That is false, a lie told by ignorant people, not the truth." The missionary said it firmly.

Of course, it would have been even better if he hadn't subconsciously and guiltily glanced towards the church while he spoke.

"Please allow me to take a few minutes of your time to introduce you to our kind and great Lord, Chelonia!"

"Green Turtle?" (The name of the Chelonian Order is Chelonia, taken from the scientific name of the green sea turtle, Chelonia mydas).

Jiang Bing really couldn't help laughing.

"The sacred tortoise shell will protect us, sir, please be careful with your words!" The missionary spoke earnestly and sternly.

He held up a sacred tortoise shell for Puxin and built a utopia for his followers in the land of the dead, free from disease, war, disaster, and sorrow.

"No." Jiang Bing suddenly interrupted the charlatan's passionate preaching speech.

The interrupted preacher looked furious.

"Please don't be so foolish as to deny it so quickly."

"Sir, how can you understand that the world is so vast and we are so small and narrow-minded that we will not see miracles even if they are right in front of us?"

The first thing a good salesperson must do is to believe in his own theory, and the missionary in front of Jiang Bing implemented it very thoroughly.

He spoke enthusiastically, his expression determined, as if he were about to join the Party. "These things truly exist. The Holy Tortoise Shell was witnessed by the prophet himself. It is there, reaching the heavens and connecting to the earth, piercing the skies of the world of the dead. Its existence is a fact, and no one can unreasonably question it."

"He's been to the world of the dead?"

Jiang Bing, who had just returned from the world of the dead with Master Mirror not long ago, was very sure that he did not see the so-called "sacred tortoise shell" in that dark, desolate and cold wasteland.

"Of course!"

The preacher raised his head and said, "The greatest prophet, Anders Helgeson, once led us to meet our Lord. Our Lord descended to divine status and led us to the afterlife."

"There are thorns everywhere, there are lava everywhere, sinners are eaten by wild beasts, and only believers can be protected by the sacred tortoise shell."

"I don't think you've been there." Jiang Bing said this sincerely and with certainty.

The missionary was so choked by Jiang Bing's convincing rebuttal that he almost rolled his eyes.

These X cults are the same old stuff in different names no matter which world they are in.

To sum up, it is nothing more than coercion and inducement, full of empty talk, which is really not attractive to Jiang Bing.

Even if it's about learning from future generations, at least give out some eggs.

Jiang Bing reached out to push away the missionary who was talking nonsense, and struck the heavy civilized staff to give a warning.

"If you continue to stop me like this, I can't guarantee that you will see the 'Sacred Turtle Shell', but I can guarantee that you will go to the afterlife."

There is nothing wrong with what Master Jiang said, who personally destroyed the 'Brotherhood of the Sun' and the 'Eternal Flame'.

As expected, the other party did not try to stop him. It was unclear whether he was feeling guilty or was afraid of the heavy-looking metal cane in Jiang Bing's hand.

The notice board at the Cathedral of Our Lady is different from the notice boards in other small rural places.

First of all, it is large, and all the information of the entire city will be gathered here. If the area is not large, it will not be possible to post it there.

Second, it charges a fee.

But they really do the job even if you pay them. There are corresponding management and maintenance personnel who are responsible for maintaining order. They say that you can post it for a certain period of time, and during this period, other people's information will not cover up yours.

The maid had obviously paid enough. Although the location where she left the information was in a remote corner that was difficult to find even if Jiang Bing did not have good eyesight, at least the relevant information was hung completely on the public notice board.

To Mr. Sable:

I would like to inform you that I have rented a suitable residence at 23 Oak Street, as instructed by you. The property is located directly south of the Church of Our Lady. You can go straight along the avenue east of the Central Square, turn right after passing Smith's Grocery Store, and you will see a dark green door at the third cast iron gas street lamp. The house with the brown door in the middle of the courtyard is the rental residence.

Your faithful servant

Margaret Hart

(P.S. The landlord, Mr. Clements, has specifically reminded us that the horse posts in the backyard are only for use from noon to sunset. If you drive in at night, please park in front of the yard first.)

Following the information in the notice, Jiang Bing easily found the address listed in the maid's letter.

The house is located in the "upper town" on the gentle slopes north of Saint-Denis, next to the City Hall and the Church of Santa Lucia.

It was obvious that the maid had put a lot of effort into finding the house. It was located in the middle of a three-story brick and wood townhouse (sharing a gable with the houses on the left and right). The facade of the house was made of light gray limestone modeled after the Palace of Versailles, and the cast iron drainpipe was cast with an iris emblem.

The entrance road is paved with cobblestones and is illuminated by several new gas lamps on both sides, shared with other residents.

Across the street from the main entrance is the neatly trimmed municipal rose garden. At noon, you can still see several British-style gentlemen in formal attire sitting on cast iron benches, reading the St. Denis Times.

I just don't know if they are just trying to hold on because they don't have work, or if they are really taking a break from their busy schedule.

There is a tram station to the east of the house, and down the hill to the west is the dock market. Jiang Bing can even hear the whistle of the steam ferry while standing at the door.

Chapter 225 Cowboys are busy

The place the maid found was quite high-end, and the monthly rent was estimated to be no less than the salary Jiang Bing gave her.

But Jiang Bing had previously instructed us to find someone "suitable".

In the other party's opinion, a house of this level is worthy of Jiang Bing's style.

This made Boss Jiang, who had just been eating sand in the deserted land covered with yellow sand for a long time, feel a little flattered.

The main entrance of the house is a double-layer design, the outer layer is an oak door with a brass peephole, and the inner layer is a removable carved iron gate security door.

High-end doors provide reliable security, but when the maid is not at home, this can become a minus point.

The door was locked and Jiang Bing couldn't get in without some special means.

Fortunately, there was a note left by the maid on the door.

To Mr. Sable:

As I haven't been waiting for you to return for dozens of days, I'm temporarily taking the train back to my home in Emerald Ranch to visit my relatives. I will be back before sunset the next day at the latest. If you see this note, please go to the landlord's house on the left to get the key. I have already given Mr. Clements the relevant information about you.

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