The Creators: From Night City

Jiang Bing was still a little uncomfortable with Qiwei's unprecedented compliment.

[Jiang Bing: Can you find the information of this network dispatcher?]

Qiwei: Of course, Respectable Logistics won't keep the information of mid-level employees like this secret. I can use that puppet to get inside and definitely find out their underwear.

Soon, the information was transmitted back to Jiang Bing's data board.

"You two, there's work to do."

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North of the Hanford Viaduct, among the buildings south of the super skyscraper H3, there is a very prosperous night market stall.

They are also one of the main groups purchasing synthetic meat.

These fly stalls scattered throughout the streets and alleys of Night City are public canteens for the lower class. They are affordable, generous in portion, and often open late at night.

In this way, many cattle and horses who work overtime until late at night and have empty stomachs and weak legs can find a temporary shelter.

A locust pizza, a "Smiling" hot dog, a "Big Boss" hamburger, or a bowl of original "wontons" can temporarily soothe a tired soul and iron out a tired body.

Under the neon sign, Jack was holding a bowl of 'Box Fried Noodles' and slurping it up while recommending it to Jiang Bing and Vincent.

"This is the most famous snack in this area. It tastes really strong. I recommend you try it."

But Vincent, who had become picky about organic meat, shook his head and refused, while Jiang Bing rarely ate at all.

"Hey, that's really a pity."

Jiang Bing suddenly stopped, glanced at the customers at a charcoal barbecue stall in front of him on the left, and winked at the two of them.

The two men, who had worked together many times, exchanged glances, put their hands on their waists, and quietly blended into the crowd, encircling their target.

Finnian Brown, male, 30 years old, from Night City, graduated from Night City Public College, has no serious criminal record, currently works for the Night City branch of Respectable Logistics, lives in Apartment 1928 in the H3 super skyscraper, is single, enjoys old adventure movies, and likes to eat alone after get off work. He owns a fourth-hand Colby C240T, the loan of which he has not yet paid off. Of course, he also has a 20-year student loan that he has not yet paid off.

In summary, he is a poor bastard and a useless beast.

Chapter 248 Ritz Bar

Judging from the other party's difficult economic situation, it is entirely possible that he committed the crime.

"Friend, how does the food here taste? It smells pretty good." Jiang Bing sat down next to the target, stared at him and spoke.

"Very good. I recommend their barbecue steak. It's very good, delicious and affordable." Finnian Brown was wearing a pair of glasses and seemed very friendly when talking to strangers.

Jiang Bing glanced at the pile of "Hao Zhai Lai" synthetic meat packaging bags at the stall owner's feet, making sure that the other party could see it as well.

This made him feel a little suspicious.

There must be some hidden story behind this, or the other party really admires Hannibal, so after personally dealing with the fabrication of human flesh, he can sit on a fly stall and eat synthetic meat that might be human flesh without changing his expression.

Fortunately, Boss Jiang never wastes his energy on internal affairs.

He glanced sideways at the plainly dressed Finnian Brown. "You don't make much working at Respectable Logistics, do you?"

The sudden question made the other party stunned.

"With so many loans weighing on me, it makes sense for me to do things that don't comply with company regulations to earn some gray income to supplement my family income."

These words made the other person's face change drastically. He stood up and wanted to leave, but as soon as his butt left the chair, Jack, who had one hand in his pocket, held down his shoulder.

"Isn't it a bit rude to just get up and leave without even saying hello when someone is talking to you?"

It has to be said that Jack, who is fat and strong, and covered with gang culture elements such as tattoos and jewelry, looks very intimidating.

Finnian Brown had no choice but to sit back in his seat.

"Give him a portion of grilled pork chop." Jiang Bing told the stall owner not to be nervous and signaled him to serve the food quickly.

"Haven't you eaten yet? I'll treat you."

Jiang Bing paused with his cane. Vincent appeared from opposite Finnian Brown and stood at the edge of the stall, covering a pistol with both hands, standing solemnly.

"The recent batches of drones that appeared in Heywood that were not recorded in the system must have been tampered with by you." Jiang Bing's next words made the young man's face change drastically.

"Are you the company's inspection team?!"

Every company has its own discipline inspection and supervision department, which is responsible for internal inspections and catching corruption, violations of discipline, and behaviors that harm the interests of the company.

Arasaka Corporation's is called the Special Investigation Department (abbreviated as Special Investigation Department), and the military technology department is called the Internal Audit Department.

Of course, the cases that can make them take action usually have to be of huge impact, and the targets are all rats. In today's highly developed capital world, once the embezzlement of company assets is discovered, the only outcome is basically to be shot.

Finnian Brown only wanted to eat his barbecue steak and didn't really want to eat bullets, so he was scared to death.

"Of course not." Jiang Bing took a small can of Coca-Cola from the drink box in front of him, opened it and placed it in front of the other person.

Looking at the other person's slightly relaxed expression, Jiang Bing added, "It's worse than that."

The audit department of a company will only ask its employees to be shot, but if the enemy comes to the door, they may ask the other party's entire family to be shot.

Finnian Brown was an honest boy, and he told Jiang Bing everything before he could do anything.

"Director Issara asked me to do this. I have no idea what she was transporting."

"You dare to do it without asking clearly. Should I say you are brave or a coward?"

Finnian Brown looked dejected. "This isn't the first time, bro. This kind of thing is very common within the company."

"Do you have anything else to say about your supervisor?"

"She likes prostitution." Finnian Brown blurted out, fearing that he would be shot if he spoke too slowly.

"Uh~not surprising." Jack spoke up to try to ease the awkward atmosphere, "Men and women have the right to be happy."

Jiang Bing was a little amused and asked, "Where does she like to go whoring?"

Finnian Brown shrank back. "The Ritz."

The name the other party said made Jiang Bing's heart move slightly. He had been trying to find time to go to this bar to do some serious business recently, but he didn't expect to run into them this time.

"Oh my! He really knows how to choose a place." Jack exclaimed.

"I saw her putting on makeup when I got off work. You might be able to find her if you go to the Ritz Bar now." For the sake of his own life, Finnian Brown betrayed his superior without hesitation.

"They're all true." Jiang Bing came to this conclusion based on the other person's physical reaction.

He sighed, glanced at the ox and horse that looked miserable and almost unconscious from the hardship of life, and waved his hand for Jack to let him go.

Boss Jiang is not so shameless as to bully a poor worker at the bottom of the society.

"Give him two more main dishes. It's my treat." Jiang Bing greeted the boss.

After he finished showing off, he patted his butt and left, and Vincent had to stay and pay the bill with his boss.

"Can you issue an invoice?" he asked the stall owner truthfully.

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The Ritz Bar is located in the Kabuki district of the Watson District.

Thrace 388 Jefferson drove down the bypass and turned into Sarin Street, which was the only way to the Ritz Bar.

"V, do you know why the Ritz Bar is called this name?" The big showman Jack couldn't keep quiet and started gossiping with his brothers.

"The boss's name is Liz?" Vincent chatted while driving.

"In the beginning, it was indeed. The bar was originally owned by Elizabeth Borden, also known as Lizzie. At that time, Lizzie's Bar was still a strip club. It is said that she treated her employees very well. Not only did she pay them well, but she also provided insurance and ensured their personal safety."

"About ten years ago, an employee was murdered by members of the Tiger Claw Gang. To avenge her, Lizzie reportedly killed three of the assailants with an axe and hung their bodies in front of the club for public display."

"Wow, so awesome." When Vincent is not being sarcastic, he is a good supporting actor.

Jack glanced at the messy streets outside the window. "But there's a saying... good people don't live long."

"Night City isn't a place for good people. This incident caused the Tiger Claws to retaliate. They burned down Lizzie's bar, and the owner naturally couldn't escape death as well."

"Then why is this bar still open?" Vincent was really curious after hearing what Jack said.

"The Mox Gang, a gang composed of sex workers, gender minorities and anarchists." Jiang Bing suddenly interrupted.

"Mr. Sable is right." Jack showed with his actions that he could also be a good supporting actor.

"After Liz was killed by the Tiger Claws, the remaining members realized that no one could protect them except themselves, so they formed the Mox Gang."

"This is the first time I've heard of this gang." Vincent said with an expression of having learned something new.

"This gang doesn't have many people, and they usually only protect their own place and don't move around outside. It's normal that you don't know about it since you haven't been to the Ritz." Jack talked freely. As expected, he had been in Night City since he was a child and knew all kinds of underworld news like the back of his hand.

Chapter 249 Mox Gang

Mainly doing Mewtwo business, let me tell you, his Mewtwo is the most exciting in the whole Night City..."

As Jack chattered on, the car drove into the parking lot next to the Ritz Bar.

Jack was quite impatient and led the way, looking like a brother who was using public funds to go to K for the first time.

"Oh, you guys don't look like you're here for fun."

The Mox Gang members guarding the door were several highly cyborg women.

The leader had two postmodern double pigtails and long indigo-purple hair. The short T-shirt on her upper body was split to her navel, revealing most of her external chitinous breasts. Her two specially made prosthetic arms were a striking blue and red contrast. Her lower body was leather pants and high heels. There were weapons in two holsters under her arms, and she was holding a baseball bat in her hands. She looked sexy and dangerous, deadly and seductive.

This is consistent with people's impression of the Mox Gang, which is composed of sex workers.

The other person's high heels hit the ground, making a snapping sound, and her sexy and wild outfit made people feel itchy.

"We are here to have fun. If three grown men don't come here to have fun, how could they come here to find someone?" Jack was speaking wittily at this moment.

"I believe you two are here for fun, but he..." The hot-tempered girl carefully looked at Jiang Bing with a baseball bat in her hand and came to her own conclusion.

"Look at his natural face and temperament, and the thing in his hand. I don't believe that a person like him still needs Mewtwo to pass the time."

"What's your name?" Jiang Bing looked at the pair of high heels the other person was wearing with great interest.

"Why, this young man doesn't want to have fun anymore, he wants to pick me up instead." She giggled, tiptoed, tapped the ground, and said something like a tease, a warning, "I'm very dangerous."

It seems that the three of them caused the other party to misunderstand, mistakenly thinking that Jiang Bing was some playboy who came here to have fun and experience some new and interesting things.

It's no wonder the other party thinks so. One of the three looks like he's from a gang, one has recently become more and more skilled at being a bodyguard and a part-time driver, and Jiang Bing's clothing, temperament, looks and demeanor are completely out of place among the lower-class people of Night City.

"The force feedback balancer in your left ankle needs to be inspected. It's at least seven percentage points greater than the force feedback of your right foot. It's obvious that there's structural damage inside." Jiang Bing looked at the other person's instep, which had to remain vertical with his calf due to the high heels, revealing the true nature of a Sigma man.

"If you keep going like this, sooner or later the joint in your left ankle will collapse."

The atmosphere here changes from a conflict with a touch of romance to a silence with a touch of cold rationality.

"Uh." The young lady from the underworld had seen many customers, but this was the first time she had seen someone like Jiang Bing. She couldn't help but feel a little shy for a moment.

She subconsciously moved her left foot and actually felt a few differences.

"Sure, handsome boy, you're quite capable. I'm Rita Wheeler, do you want my contact information?" The other party stretched out his right hand made of purple high-resistance plastic with a jab.

The 'craftsman' extended his right hand and shook hands with the social leader whose skin had been transformed with external chitin.

The other person curled up his fingers and scratched his palm twice.

"Sable Lyric"

"You haven't had maintenance done in a while, haven't you? The transmission joint in your right shoulder is starting to feel stuck. If this continues, the strain on your mind from the prosthesis will only get worse."

"If you don't want to develop cyberpsychosis, I suggest you find a reliable cyborg doctor to do some deep cleaning and maintenance."

Most patients always feel guilty when facing doctors.

"Handsome guy, it's not as serious as you say."

"Don't lie to yourself. You should feel it yourself."

"Jack, please give Lao Wei's contact information to Ms. Rita." Jiang Bing turned around and signaled Jack to quickly get the job for Lao Wei.

"Just tell him what I said. With his skills, it won't be a problem to solve these problems."

One should be grateful for what one has received, and be lenient with what one has received. After this cyber consultation, the other party's attitude was obviously much more relaxed.

"Please come in, would you please allow me to recommend a signature item for our store? We have the best Mewtwo expert in all of Night City."

Rita Wheeler personally opened the door of Lizzie's for the three of them.

Jiang Bing didn't come in.

"What a coincidence! I'm here to look for her. I want to meet the person you mentioned as the best Mewtwo editor in Night City. I wonder if that's possible."

Rita Wheeler looked at Jiang Bing with suspicion again.