The Creators: From Night City

Samuel tucked a 'unification' into his waist, with the handle deliberately exposed to help him avoid many unimportant conflicts. This was a valuable survival experience he had gained over the past twenty years.

At 6:15, the unemployed workers who couldn't even afford a second-hand Juanwu Beibei had no choice but to take the subway to Taipingzhou to work.

To be honest, if he had a choice, he would definitely not choose urban rail transit.

The risk is too high.

A few days ago, a cyber psychopath suddenly went ill in a train carriage. He bit a passenger to death before being subdued, and was then shot to death by other passengers.

Of course, three other unlucky passengers were also accidentally killed by the bullet.

So Samuel was extremely nervous when he got in the car.

He skillfully squeezed into the gap between the handrail at the subway door and the seat, so that he could support his body with less effort.

He began to comment on the passengers on the train, which was his hobby to pass the boring commute time.

On the left side, there was a dirty woman leaning against the wall of the carriage, her jeans half-pulled down. She looked like a wandering soul, like a zombie.

This symptom is obviously caused by excessive smoking and is not threatening.

Samuel continued to observe.

Sitting on the chairs were two corporate dogs in suits and ties, the lowest level of corporate dogs.

A cheap suit, a tired and exhausted look, and huge dark circles under the eyes can all reveal the other person's identity.

These two are also safe.

Samuel switched to his other leg for support and continued to observe.

Samuel's eyes lit up when he saw a woman with twin ponytails, wearing scantily clad clothes and putting on makeup in front of her reflection in the window.

After severely criticizing the other person's clothing style, he came to a conclusion.

This is a sex doll rushing to deliver goods, and there is no danger.

Until he saw a weird guy.

The other person was wearing a high-end burgundy suit, with a cane slanted by his legs. He was sitting on a bench at the door, holding a data tablet in his hand with a calm expression.

Samuel thought he was weird, not only because his attire and behavior were not appropriate for such a civilian vehicle, but also because of his temperament.

So leisurely.

You know, the data tablet in his hand can be sold for more than 100 euros in a vending machine on the street. This price is enough for some people to take the risk.

Anyway, a bullet doesn't cost more than one euro.

"He must be fearless. He might be an agent of a certain company, or a powerful edgewalker. He might even be wearing combat prosthetics under his suit."

He was thinking about something when the other person suddenly looked up at him.

Chapter 244 The Dishonest Whirlpool Gang

The look was so fierce that it instantly chilled him to the bone, and he lowered his head unconsciously.

Fortunately, the other party withdrew his gaze the next moment.

Samuel confirmed his guess and raised the opponent's threat level to the highest. He continued to look at the others as if nothing had happened, secretly keeping an eye on the opponent.

Fortunately, the subway continued to pass through high-rise buildings until it arrived at Taipingzhou Stadium Station, and nothing happened inside the car.

This made Samuel breathe a sigh of relief, and he was glad that he had survived another half day.

Passing through the underground passage lined with 'Strawberry Towers', he walked along the overpass to the west towards the Batti Hotel, which had become a dangerous building.

Thanks to the fact that the Voodoo Gang stationed nearby had their homes ransacked and their entire family wiped out overnight for some unknown reason, the security in Taiping Prefecture has improved a lot.

Although a few people from the Voodoo Gang in Hungou Town would come here from time to time to collect money, they would soon be visited by people from the "Workers' Mutual Aid Association" and beaten into tartar sauce with abundant firepower.

When talking about the recently emerging "Workers' Mutual Aid Association", Samuel did not feel any fear, but only gratitude.

This self-help group, said to be composed of poor people, was originally only entrenched in the southeast area of ​​Coronado Ranch, but in recent days, no one knows how they got so much information. After the Voodoo Gang in the north was wiped out, they expanded their influence into this lawless area.

At the same time, the entire gang (guild) has a large number of people, many guns, strong firepower, and is protective of its people, and has great benefits.

Most of the workers on the Coronado farms joined the union and hoped to make a living from it.

The key is that you can actually eat!

Samuel originally thought that this was another new method of exploitation by the gang, and was prepared to be assigned a job with low pay, high workload and far from home. However, unexpectedly, after several rounds of screening, he was assigned to be a foreman on the assembly line at the "Hao Zhai Lai Food Processing Plant".

The salary is ridiculously high, and the most important thing is that it also provides breakfast, lunch and dinner, one day off a week, and basic injury and sickness insurance.

This immediately made Samuel a loyal member of the 'Workers' Mutual Aid Association'.

In two days it would be his first day off. Samuel was in shock, unable to believe that there was a day off, but at the same time he had already planned the itinerary for that day.

I'd use the in-app purchase money to get myself some food from the factory, buy a couple of beers, go home and get drunk, and then visit Westbrook in her columbarium that afternoon.

Samuel hadn't visited her for a long time since he was fired for being the least efficient and had been struggling to find a way out all day.

I'm sure she must be very happy about her current situation.

The small hope for the future made him feel a little hopeful and excited.

Happiness comes from comparison.

Thanks to this, he puffed out his chest high, wishing to show the "Hao Zhai Lai Food Processing Factory" logo on the chest of his uniform to every passerby.

Thanks to this, a hacker who had been waiting here for a long time easily found him from the crowd and remotely disabled his prosthesis temporarily.

After a dizzy spell, Samuel regained consciousness and was dragged into an alley.

"I ask, you answer."

The leader, with an inhuman face covered with peepholes, cables, and LED tubes, stared at him fiercely.

The other two were similar, with non-human faces, and the only thing missing was "I'm from the Uzumaki Gang" written on them.

"My three friends, I don't think I've ever provoked you, have I?" Samuel's blood ran cold.

"Stop talking nonsense. You are an employee of this factory, right?" The boss grabbed Samuel's collar and pointed at the pattern on his chest.

"I just started working here. Brothers, what can you tell me directly?"

"Stop talking to him. Just put a bomb in his chest and a thinking worm golem in there, and let him blow up that stupid butcher."

"Dead Sea, shut your fucking mouth. Also, your voice box needs repairing. It's all electronic music."

"I just want to ask you one question." The leader suppressed the shouting of his two subordinates.

"What raw materials do you use and where do you get them from?"

Samuel's face was pressed against the other person's, and he was stared at by six or seven eyes, his mouth dry. "I don't know, my friend. Forget about the fact that I've only been in the factory for two days. My job is not product production. I'm responsible for packaging."

"Don't be so stubborn. I'll make two more holes in your face."

"I really don't know, brothers. Even if you kill me, I still can't tell you."

Samuelton made such a promise with his chest beat that he almost swore an oath to heaven.

"Hey, you little brat, you're playing this with me, right?"

The Vortex Gang, who are full of electronic music, speaks in beautiful language as if they are having a rap battle.

"This is a huge factory with dozens of tons of throughput every day. You tell me you don't know? Are you kidding me?"

As he spoke, he took out a hollow rotary knife used for drilling bones and gestured at Samuel's face.

"I really don't know. You have to ask the right person about this!"

"I think he's right."

A slender, white hand with neatly trimmed nails had been placed on the shoulder of a member of the Uzumaki Gang at some point.

“You have to ask the right person.”

Jiang Bing gently pressed back the man's hand that was pulling out the gun, and grabbed the man and used him as a stick, knocking the two people next to him to the ground.

"From the Whole Foods factory?"

"CNM bastard, I'm capable of killing your uncle."

"boom!"

Accompanied by gusts of wind pressure, the young man's wish came true.

The faces of the three members of the Vortex Gang were made of metal, and they were really tough on the outside. Jiang Bing had no choice but to trouble Magical 42 again to see if he could get anything valuable out of their heads.

After dealing with the stupid competitor, Jiang Bing led Samuel to the Hao Zai Lai Food Processing Factory on time.

The factory is located a few hundred meters south of the Bati Hotel, sandwiched between the Grand Empire Shopping Center and it.

This land was originally planned to be built into a large resort, but investors withdrew their capital halfway through construction.

There are no supporting facilities, but fortunately the main structure of the building has been completed.

Mr. Blue Eyes took action, and the Ye Group’s construction company built a huge industrial park on the spot within a week.

Dolio is in charge of the factory, but the one who actually manages things is Pyrrha, a technical expert.

Although the entire food production line is highly mechanized, it still requires maintenance personnel to manage and maintain it.

As a technical expert, Pila naturally took the lead in coordinating the work.

Of course, Anti-Entropy has always believed that the bigger the job, the bigger the job. The salary Gloria gave to Piraxin was enough to keep him on the production line 24 hours a day.

You can also stay in Genting (a high-end sex doll club) for 24 hours.

Chapter 245 Kitchen Helper Chicken

Although the heavy workload did not interfere with his daily entertainment, Jiang Bing was inexplicably worried that one day he would receive complaints from customers saying that they had found a few overly curved hairs in their food.

"Boss, the information is ready."

Dolio had long been instructed by Gloria to wait for Jiang Bing's arrival.

"I just ran into the Uzumaki Gang outside the factory. They wanted to kidnap the workers and use the opportunity to extract information."

Jiang Bing sat in the front row, touring the factory.

"This isn't the first time this has happened. Not only them, but Jianli's food department has also sent out industrial spies to try to understand our production process."

The main reason is to find out why "Hao Zhai Lai Food Processing Factory" can sell its products at such a low price.

The low-price competition during this period has defeated several food companies on the market, and the stock price of Whole Foods has almost plummeted to a point where it is unbearable to look at.

"Tomorrow, we need to arrange for a few shuttle buses or regularly clean the main road leading to the factory. We also need to pay attention to the safety of the workers."

Dolio nodded in agreement.

"Except for the Whirlpool Gang, a bunch of idiots with unclear minds, few people in Taiping Prefecture dare to touch our people."

"So, you think they were also responsible for Rebecca's report about counterfeit goods appearing on the market?"

Dolio has big breasts, but she also has brains.

"It's very likely, Boss. When something like this happens, it's obvious who benefits the most."

There's nothing wrong with that.

Rebecca has been a little unhappy lately.

Firstly, although the demon hunter mutation made the loli lose the small words in front, she still couldn't completely get rid of her loli identity.

She grew taller, but only to a limited extent.

Secondly, as the vice president of sales for Anti-Entropy in Night City's food industry, the organic meat and synthetic meat business lines had originally been developing very rapidly, but the recent counterfeit incidents undoubtedly pulled the brakes on the accelerating train.

"Who was the first to report the counterfeit incident?" Jiang Bing asked the loli who was just under his armpit.

Even though she has become a successful corporate dog, Rebecca still looks like a wild loli.

She wore bright contrasting clothes and had twin ponytails dyed completely white. Her prosthetic arms, which seemed too thick compared to her small body, were tucked into her equally large pockets. She chewed gum and had a pouting face wherever she went and whoever she met.

Especially with a pouty face.

Even though Jiang Bing was sitting on the sofa, Rebecca still had to pout slightly to look Jiang Bing in the face.

“It started as a restaurant in the Haywood Valley area.”

"Is it because the quality of the fakes is so poor that someone came to find us?" Jiang Bing asked.