The Creators: From Night City

But Jiang Bing just casually knocked down a few bullets pointed at his face, and let the rest of the bullets hit him, then were crushed and fell to the ground.

An attack of this magnitude, weakened by the protective magic, wouldn't even be able to scratch his oily skin, not to mention that he was wearing [Power - Chi You].

Jiang Bing continued to lift up an enemy by the neck, and this time his right arm was torn off.

Fortunately, the arm bones are hard enough to serve as nails to nail the opponent to death.

Bullets continued to fly, and many hit my companions.

Jiang Bing took his time and leisurely nailed the portraits onto the wall one by one, as if these deadly bullets did not exist at all.

The scene gradually became funny.

The two sides fired their guns and I shot my men. It was a happy family scene with no interference from each other and a harmonious atmosphere.

But the minions of Odris' gang soon collapsed.

Although they killed without blinking an eye, they could not fight to the death with a perverted non-human who could easily deflect high-speed bullets and liked to tear off people's arms and legs and nail them to the wall.

Then the survivors looked at each other and dispersed.

But the next second, everyone felt a chill in their chest.

As the strong wind blew, Jiang Bing pierced the chests of several people with his walking stick like kebabs, then lifted them up high and nailed them to the wooden wall of the shed.

This time, the combined wails instantly drowned out the sound of rain.

The last surviving bandit had already crawled out of the tent. He was disheveled and grabbed a revolver. He pulled out his gun and shot at Jiang Bing.

As a small leader, the opponent's marksmanship is indeed good. Even with the interference of the heavy rain, the bullet still flew accurately towards Jiang Bing's right eye socket.

But the next moment he flicked it aside.

The poor gunman was frozen in place, as if his stomach had been stuffed with two bowls of spaghetti mixed with No. 42 concrete.

As the gunman continued to fire in despair, the low-speed bullets left clearly visible bullet marks in the rain, and were deflected one by one as Jiang Bing moved forward.

The gunman's pupils contracted violently, and his wrist holding the gun trembled slightly due to nerve reflex.

Only after he had emptied the revolver's cylinder of bullets did he subconsciously tremble and force himself to reload. He had forgotten that his ammunition bag was still in the tent, and he just tried in vain to knock open the cylinder, but his trembling fingers slipped several times on the cylinder latch.

"Don't hold on, just give up." Jiang Bing walked closer and grabbed the other person's hand holding the gun.

Under the other party's incredulous gaze, Jiang Bing's fingers gradually contracted, and he clenched the other party's metacarpal bones and the metal revolver into a ball.

Before the gunman could even open his mouth, a fist-sized stone was grasped and smashed hard on the assailant's temple from behind.

The huge force made the man subconsciously fall in the opposite direction, but the next moment Jiang Bing forcibly pulled him back to his original position.

Margaret, with her clothes torn and disheveled, looked like a madman. Her once pretty face was no longer filled with the calmness and smile of the past, and was only filled with hysterical hatred and anger.

She did not drop the stone as Jiang Bing expected, turn around and collapse on the ground, crying helplessly, but continued to raise the stone and hit the half-dead assailant hard.

The blood mixed with the rain water caused the stone to slip suddenly when it touched the other person's skull, and it flew far away from Margaret's hand.

The maid, who was so angry that she was mad at him, had no choice but to search around for whatever she could find.

When he turned around, he saw the "performance art" that Jiang Bing had previously created on the wall of the wooden shed.

The scene was quite exciting and the maid almost vomited.

Jiang Bing let go of the gunman who was paralyzed by Margaret's two stones, walked to the wall, took out his cane, and handed it to his maid.

"Use this, it's convenient."

Margaret took the blood-stained cane in a daze, but the next second she was almost knocked to the ground by the terrifying weight.

Even with her physique who did rough labor all day, she could only lift the cane with difficulty.

Even though it looks light as a feather in Jiang Bing's hand, it still weighs several dozen kilograms.

Seeing this, Jiang Bing slapped his forehead and had to reach out to take back the cane. He twisted the cane head and pulled out a cane sword that shone with cold light in front of Margaret's dull gaze.

After weighing the remaining scabbard, Jiang Bing threw it back to the maid with satisfaction.

"It's okay this time. Remember to hit harder, don't let yourself be rescued again."

With the right weapon in hand, the maid simply knelt beside the gangster and repeated her blows with the heavy cane.

one more time.

Blood splattered all over the angry widow's face and chest. Margaret didn't let go of her hands and burst into tears until the bandit under her went from twitching to convulsions and then to no reaction. From the initial blood splattering to the cane that pulled out a string of white cotton and minced meat every time it was raised and lowered, she finally let go of her hands and burst into tears.

Jiang Bing picked up his sword and cut a few wooden stakes. He then nailed the almost dead lamb kebab components back to the wall of the wooden shed. Margaret had basically completed her revenge.

Glancing at the pile of mosaics on the ground, he felt that he needed to re-examine his impression of the maid.

Jiang Bing had only one thought at this moment, which was 'This kid is similar to me'!

Chapter 228 Rain and Flying Eagle

Setbacks make people mature, although not many people want to mature in this way.

Margaret seemed to understand many truths of the world in an instant.

She did not ask Jiang Bing any questions, but quickly put on her clothes and immediately took her employer, who was covered in blood but still well-mannered, into the tent to shelter from the rain.

The rain outside had not stopped yet, but the maid found a small bucket, filled it with water, and wanted to wipe the dirt off her employer's body.

Jiang Bing stretched out his hand to signal the maid, who was eager to perform her job, not to do so. The next second, tiny waves surged on the surface of his red suit, and the whole piece of clothing was restored to its original state.

The maid held the bucket and stood in the rain for a few seconds, then quickly accepted the fact.

She ran out of the tent and began to search and clean up in the rain.

In the wooden shed, the maid vomited while searching the bandits nailed to the wall one by one. She also loaded all the guns, ammunition, gold and silver jewelry, canned food, remaining illegal liquor, and more than a thousand dollars that were stolen from her into the untied carriage.

The loan sharking amount was actually less than two hundred US dollars, but it was obvious from the beginning that the Odris Gang wanted not only money but also people.

Apart from the tent that Jiang Bing used to shelter from the rain, she skillfully dismantled the other tents and used them to quickly build a simple shelter for her employer in the carriage.

From the horses tied beside the camp, she selected two draft horses that were originally used to pull the cart, skillfully harnessed the cart, removed the saddles of the other horses, loaded them into the cart, and without hesitation whipped each horse to drive them away.

Only after everything was packed up did the maid, wearing a black jazz hat that she had found on the corpse and with a revolver tied around her waist, come to ask Jiang Bing to get in the car.

Only after the carriage had driven far away from the camp did the maid who was driving it let out a long breath, as if she had exhaled everything that had happened during this period.

"Sir, thank you very much for saving my life."

Jiang Bing in the car just replied with a faint "hmm".

"I want to follow you and do things for you in the future."

Jiang Bing still replied with a faint "hmm".

"Could you teach me some self-defense techniques like marksmanship in your free time?"

This time Jiang Bing finally didn't reply with "hmm", but replied with a "OK".

The protruding carriage swayed into the rain, leaving behind only the wooden shed camp with corpses studded on the walls, waiting to give the next unfortunate person who visited the camp an extremely frightening experience.

The black market is like the black priest and the protagonist's assistant in European and American movies, always existing in a corner of every world.

As an aboriginal, Margaret is a know-it-all at Emerald Ranch. She effortlessly drove the car to a barn on the edge of the ranch, knocked on the big iron gate, and skillfully sold the stolen goods.

The car, horse, more than half a box of illegal liquor, and a pile of pots and pans were sold for less than $300. Jiang Bing felt that the German with the big mustache was not right. The more he looked at him, the more he thought that he might be a black mixed-race.

Margaret planned to settle her employer in Hal's hotel, and then ride back to "Beaver Village" in the rain to bury her uncle's body. However, as soon as she proposed it, this plan was rejected by Jiang Bing.

It would be a waste of time to find a talented person and then lose him again.

What's more, it was raining outside and Jiang Bing had a better way to travel.

As the maid pretended to be calm, the two of them took the "ghost train" back to "Beaver Village".

Without attracting much attention from the villagers, Johnson Hart's charred body was dug out by Margaret and buried on a hillside not far away, where he rests in peace along with his brother, sister-in-law, and nephew.

Death often comes silently, but its aftermath can last throughout someone's entire life.

There are no flowers, no priest, only a shallow grave and a simple tombstone. The sound of rain prays for it and the sound of wind gives a speech for it.

We are born from the earth and return to the earth.

When the cold white mist surrounding the hillside dissipated, the place was empty.

The living and the dead parted ways.

………………

As the largest city in the West, Saint Denis naturally also has the largest distribution market in the West.

The Grand Market is located in the heart of the city and is a bustling and noisy place.

The entrance to the market is a magnificent stone archway with ornate relief carvings and the words "Grand Market of Saint-Denis" written in gorgeous fancy fonts on the top.

However, the market inside does not have any sense of luxury, and its own functions also prevent it from having a sense of luxury.

A large number of stalls are densely packed together, extending to both sides along the muddy streets. Each stall has a brightly colored awning made of various materials to protect the goods underneath.

The goods here are quite diverse in today's era, and you can find almost all goods from all over the world here.

There are fresh fruits and vegetables, lively seafood, a variety of meats, freshly baked bread and pastries, and exotic spices from far and wide.

There are also handicrafts such as fine ceramics, handmade fabrics and clothing.

A market that is infinitely close to the masses is the benchmark pulse of the city. Here there are well-dressed gentlemen and ladies, busy merchants, servants holding shopping lists purchasing supplies in bulk, and poor people in tattered clothes looking for bargains.

Children ran between the stalls while street performers performed for the crowds, hoping to earn some money to support their families.

The vast market was bustling with activity and noise. Vendors shouted their wares to attract customers, who bargained for prices. The air was filled with the aroma of various foods, mixed with the salty smell of the sea and the strong body odor of animals.

The smell was so strange that it made people sneeze continuously, but people passing by seemed to have gotten used to it and didn't notice it at all.

The sounds of bargaining and conversation made the market extremely noisy, and occasionally, a runaway horse or a few lost chickens would add more chaos to the already chaotic scene.

When Jiang Bing first saw Luo Yu and Fei Ying, they were bargaining with a shopkeeper in the market.

Luo Yu was a slightly stooped, rugged Indian man. As the chief of one of the few remaining Indian tribes in this land, his skin was slightly tanned by the sun and wind, his black hair was slightly unkempt, and years of outdoor living had given him a somewhat rugged texture from hair to feet.

He had a strong face and prominent cheekbones, and just by looking into someone's eyes, he could give people a sense of unwavering strength.

But his wrinkled face was filled with fatigue and sadness.

The eagle beside him was the opposite of him.

He was a burly man, his broad shoulders and muscular chest exposed. His tanned skin had a healthy glow, and his hair was short, clean-shaven on the sides.

His eyes were very sharp, as if burning with fire, and his young face was always filled with anger and impatience.

The two men, along with two of their tribesmen, were having a heated debate with the boss.

Chapter 229: Be willful if you have money, don’t accept your fate if you don’t have money

The reason for the quarrel between the two parties was a cart of wild animal furs behind Luo Yu.

The land and pastures were constantly occupied, the tribesmen were killed, and the entire clan was forced to migrate continuously on the bottom land. For the few remaining Indian tribes, these things were their most valuable goods.

However, the boss who collected furs, although young, had already successfully evolved into a business animal who lived only for the pursuit of profits. He had seen through the other party's identity as Indians, and the price of these furs was suppressed to an extremely low level, far below the market average.

The older Luo Yu had become adept at enduring the other party's verbal provocations and condescending discrimination, and tried his best to bargain with the boss, but his young son had already been furious, and became more and more irritable due to the stall owner's intentional or unintentional verbal provocations.

Just when the opponent's stall was about to be overturned by the impulsive young man, Jiang Bing joined the battlefield in time.

"This mountain lion skin is well made." Jiang Bing stood aside, leaning on a cane, with a maid following behind him, looking like a young man from a wealthy family on a trip.

There were piles of skins on the cart, and the one on top, and the most conspicuous one, was a mountain lion skin in very good condition.

The mountain lion, scientifically known as Puma panthera, is an animal of the genus Puma in the Americas. It is similar in size to a leopard. It also has sharp teeth and claws and is good at climbing rocks and trees.

This beast is very difficult to hunt.

Every year, a large number of hunters die at the hands of mountain lions, not to mention the chances of obtaining their furs.

"This gentleman has good taste." Jiang Bing's appearance made Luo Yu's eyes light up, and he quickly replied.

The embarrassed chief asked Feiying to pick up the mountain lion fur, put it on his arm, and show it to Jiang Bing and the stall owner.

This mountain lion skin is in very good condition, the fur is shiny and not greasy, the skinning and saltpetering process is also very exquisite, and most importantly, there are no obvious injuries on the entire fur.

This situation is very rare. Normal hunting methods will always leave traces of weapons on the prey's fur, either bullet holes or arrow wounds. To achieve complete no-injury, not only must the prey be killed with one blow, but the prey must also be intentionally avoided from its limbs and torso when attacking, and the attack must start from the animal's eyes.

Or use a lasso or a trap.

However, it is undoubtedly very difficult to trap a beast of the size of a mountain lion.