The Creators: From Night City

The light in a strange-looking box next to the seat suddenly lit up, as if to remind everyone that it was my turn.

"Pull out a hair and put it in."

Zhang Jinsuo did as he was told and pulled out a strand of hair with his greasy hands and threw it into a box shaped like a vase.

Soon, a big check mark (check mark) appeared on the screen. Chen Gui continued to press the third button. A faint roar came from inside the large machine. After a few seconds, a coated soft ID card was spit out from the machine.

Chen Gui pulled out the card, checked the information and photo on it to see if it matched the one he logged in with, nodded with satisfaction, pressed the fourth button, and completed the identity registration.

He threw the ID card to Zhang Jinsuo.

The other party looked at his color portrait on the ID card and was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth.

"Take your ID and go to the back to register for your resettlement allowance and job assignment. This is your 'identity badge,' so be sure to keep it safe. Next up."

Zhang Jinsuo could only nod and agree, then obediently walked along the reserved passage to the second table, registered, and collected the money.

After a series of steps such as registration, payment, personal hygiene, and work arrangements, he became a glorious [Anti-Entropy] employee. Of course, this statement is not well understood by everyone. People generally call those who receive this kind of identity certificate that cannot be soaked in water and cannot be bent "people under the rule of the Black King."

Of course, this was also the story that first spread among the Wapiti tribe.

Jiang Bing felt that it was most likely Luo Yu's idea.

Jiang Bing himself is inspecting his new oil field.

In Jiang Bing's eyes, the entire refinery basically needs to be demolished and rebuilt.

Towering wooden supports supported the cast iron distillation towers, which stretched crookedly toward the sky. Black smoke belched from the tops, darkening the gray sky even further. In this era, there were no environmental protection laws. Instead, the chimneys that billowed black smoke were considered a symbol of civilization.

However, this distillation process is extremely primitive, relying on the direct and crude heating of crude oil in a distillation tower. The separation efficiency of gasoline, kerosene and asphalt is less than 30%.

The ground in the refinery area was covered with sticky oil stains. The wheel ruts of the horses running day and night and the boot prints of the workers made the oil stains mixed with the mud, making it filthy.

The edge of the factory is filled with iron oil drums, where workers pour boiling hot asphalt into the drums, transport them to the station, and then to the city by train.

Other barrels contained refined "black gold" - these viscous liquids would also be loaded onto carriages carrying iron cans, or transported to train stations in barrels to light the city's gas lamps and lubricate the gears of the steam age.

The entire camp is extremely messy, with a chaotic layout and no explosion-proof facilities. On average, there is at least one small-scale explosion every month.

Work safety here is as insignificant as the life of a child laborer.

But this place will become the heart of the next [Anti-Entropy] industrial development, continuously pumping black blood for the major factories to be built.

Due to the existence of Alcohol II, the oil refining technology in the Cyberpunk 2077 world is actually not very advanced, but the world's leading industrial foundation and the magic of a "craftsman" are still enough to change the place.

While assigning the robots behind him to guard the key parts of the refinery, Jiang Bing wrote quickly on the data board, quickly designing and conceiving the first truly heavy asset factory of [Anti-Entropy].

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John, full name John Marston, is a member of the Van der Linde gang.

But what makes him different from other gang members is that he has a wife and children.

This undoubtedly makes him superior to all the gang members, but it is also the source of his annoyance along the way.

"Arthur, what do you think Mr. Sable will do to Abigail and the others? Will he abuse them?" John and Arthur rode side by side, galloping towards the Pipe Valley.

"Mr. Sabul is not that kind of person." Arthur recalled the time he worked with Jiang Bing and was still very sure about this.

"Don't worry, John, they'll be fine."

"I wonder if Jack can eat enough every day?" John still muttered.

A burst of gunfire like frying beans rang out from the forest on the left of the two men, accompanied by bursts of howling and screaming, and occasional explosions.

"Do you want to take a detour?" John stopped his horse and asked.

Arthur listened carefully to the gunshots coming from afar. The continuous sound of gunfire was very familiar to him, just like the gunshots he had heard in the camp before.

"No, let's go over and take a look."

When the two men arrived near the scene of the firefight, the gunfire had stopped, which meant that the battle was over.

There were corpses everywhere in a simple camp, but no one from the "Anti-Entropy" camp was seen.

There were no bodies of soldiers lying on the ground, armed to the teeth as Arthur remembered.

"The attacker is gone?" John dismounted and squatted on the ground to examine the body.

Arthur sat on his horse, looking around, not quite sure.

"Looks like someone from the O'Driscoll gang, Arthur." John seemed to have discovered something.

"These two don't look like marks that could be caused by bullets." Arthur said as he stood beside John.

Inside the wooden shed, there were two bodies that had died in extremely tragic circumstances. One had a sharp blade pierced through the chest, and then was lifted up by someone, causing the victim's entire body to be almost ripped open by the blade under the weight of his body.

The other man's death was equally horrific, but relatively quick. He was cut in half diagonally from bottom to top.

John compared the length of the wound on the man who had his stomach ripped open, and then he scratched the wound on the man who had his body dismembered, and found that the cross-section was surprisingly smooth.

He had chopped people before, so he naturally knew how difficult it was to create such a wound.

"Arthur," John said, looking at his burly companion behind him, "can you do this?"

"Impossible, unless you build me a guillotine and give me a sharp guillotine blade."

"Oh my God, he was attacked by a bear."

Arthur recalled Jiang Bing's heroic figure crossing the mountain stream in the past, and couldn't help but feel a little vague, so he shrugged and said, "Who knows?"

"Arthur?"

A strange female voice suddenly sounded from outside the cabin.

Chapter 261 Cowboy Visits Relatives

The two men simultaneously pressed the holsters on their waists.

"It's really you, how come you are here?"

Arthur narrowed his eyes and looked towards the door, but the moment he saw the person who spoke, his tense nerves and muscles relaxed.

"Ms. Margaret!"

The maid was now dressed in a crisp black combat uniform, with her hair tied in a high ponytail and a copperhead in her hand, looking very heroic.

Arthur turned his head and looked around, but did not see the wine-red figure.

"Are you alone? Mr. Sable isn't here?"

"My husband has been busy lately, so I came out to do some 'personal business'."

Arthur looked at the campsite littered with corpses, then looked at the blood on Margaret's body, pursed his lips and dared not speak.

"Are you going to the Pipe Valley?"

As a maid, Margaret obviously knew the inside story of Jiang Bing's cooperation with the Vanderlin Gang.

"of course."

"That's great, we can walk together."

Margaret led the two men to where she had hidden the horses, mounted them, and led the way.

"The gentleman recently redefined the security area. If you hadn't met me, it would have been difficult for you to get in."

Arthur noticed that the mottled Turkmen horse seemed to be shaking its head as it ran, as if there were two heavy men sitting on its back.

Only then did he realize that Margaret looked much taller and stronger than he had imagined.

Arthur kept this matter in mind without making any noise.

The three of them rode their horses, going back to the Guthrie Farm from the Double Deck Mountain Trail, and then heading north along the Carmody Valley.

In the sky, several light-weight Raptor drones circled high in the sky, monitoring every move in the area.

The ultra-high-speed dynamic camera on the drone easily captured three people heading north and about to pass by the central oil field.

After Margaret's facial recognition was verified, the maid proactively deployed the RIG system on her wrist and reported to the "eyes" high in the sky.

The three of them successfully passed the "audit" of the security system.

The submersible rapid-fire machine gun towers surrounding the central oil fields remained concealed, and the refinery's security command center watched the three people go away without sending out special quick-reaction forces to intercept them.

Their main duty is to track down complex bounty hunters and a continuous stream of Pinkerton detectives, and escort these snoopers to the foot of the snow-capped mountains northeast of Pipe Valley to serve as coolies.

Of course, everyone will receive a titanium alloy anklet as a gift from [Anti-Entropy] in advance.

Arthur and John rode their horses along the road that had been trampled by wheels and horseshoes for years, but were surprised to find that on the western plains of New Norhanway, a group of silver towers rose from the ground like steel giants, echoing the undulating oil pumping units in the distance.

Several electric-driven oil pumps (also known as "smart kowtow machines") are distributed on this plain, pitching up and down with precise rhythm. The black traveling beams cast slender shadows in the sun, as if a group of silent mechanical herders lowered their heads to sip the "black gold" underground.

The two people who had never seen modern industry seemed to appreciate the beauty of machinery and rationality at this moment.

A large number of workers are scattered all over the plain like a group of ants. They are all busy and contribute to the great cause of [Anti-Entropy].

According to the plan, they will lay pipelines between the oil extraction machines and the refinery. Every few kilometers, they will also build unmanned pumping stations to lay the foundation for the smooth flow of crude oil.

The main body of the refinery is the silver tower group. Its complete form should be composed of three 100-meter-high interlocking distillation towers. The tower body will be wrapped with a honeycomb insulation layer to ensure refining efficiency.

However, due to the lack of sufficient workers and workers with sufficient skills (most industrial equipment requires a certain level of education from its users), construction progress was extremely slow.

Jiang Bing has already placed the importance of industrial training of Mewtwo on the same level as that of military training of Mewtwo.

Fortunately, his own productivity was enough to be worth a hundred times as much as his own. With his personal efforts to speed up the process, a semi-finished distillation tower over 30 meters long was freshly produced.

The pipe corridor extending from the silver distillation tower is like a giant spider web, interweaving between the ground and underground. The outer surface of the transmission pipe is covered with bright red, warning everyone that it is dangerous here and not to destroy it.

Crude oil flows from the oil production area along these pipelines, winding into the factory area, and then flows into the transparent dome building. The catalytic cracking unit is breaking down and recombining the heavy oil molecules. The reactor with a dark red glow behind the glass curtain wall will further process the crude oil.

The outdated coal-fired boilers in the old distillation towers have long been dismantled and replaced with separated gas recirculated flares for secondary heating.

The oil after the reaction will be graded and screened, and finally flow into the distillation tower for final processing, and then qualified gasoline and aviation kerosene will gush out.

This set of oil refining equipment, which is not very advanced and is a combination of advanced and backward technologies, completely constitutes the respiratory cycle of modern industry.

Fortunately, although it is not a complete form, its output is enough to support the energy needs of [Anti-Entropy] in the early stages.

Due to time constraints, the oil tank area has not changed much for the time being, except for the addition of a large number of small metal oil storage barrels.

The production process of this round, smooth metal barrel is extremely simple for intelligent machine tools. As long as the raw materials can keep up, the production speed can be astonishingly high.

Although Jiang Bing successfully took control of the situation of several nearby mines, he was short of manpower as each project required manpower, so the collection of metal minerals had to be temporarily slowed down.

Fortunately, if you can’t get it, you can still buy it.

Arthur and John's visit provided a suitable opportunity for this matter.

"Are Dutch and Hosea doing well in Saint Denis?" After not seeing each other for many days, Jiang Bing went straight to the point.

Arthur's face was filled with indescribable expression.

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Just as the good man Arthur from the West was reporting to his employer, the cowboy John Marston had already followed the maid Margaret to the camp where the Van der Linde gang lived.

John had expected to find a filthy camp, with ragged men toiling in shackles and handcuffs in a dusty construction site, starving and ill-clad, and often subjected to beatings and abuse.

Or you might see people being held in basements or wooden cells, confined to a small space, eating pig food and sharing a room with everyone else, surrounded by smelly excrement.

But he never imagined that the Van der Linde gang would live in a row of clean wooden houses. Everyone had their own separate room, clean bedding, fine furniture, public toilets, hot showers, and even uniform work uniforms and medical services if necessary.

This is probably the living standard in Saint Denis.

Chapter 262 The Black King is Watching You

But in the whole row of small houses, only the uncle was lying alone on the bed, half drunk and half awake, enjoying life.

This old man, who is a master of slacking off, a close friend of alcohol, elusive, lazy, and extremely good at humor and flattery, is a practitioner of the philosophy of life. He can always selectively avoid all moments that require hard work and effort, and appear precisely on time before all the enjoyment times begin.

However, he, who had always been a good-for-nothing, finally played a role today and provided John with Abigail's whereabouts.

When John saw his wife Abigail, he almost didn't recognize her.

She was wearing a white work suit and sitting at a table, screwing in screws with other female workers while gossiping and chatting freely. Her joyful laughter could be heard clearly at the door.

"John!"

Abigail, reminded by Marybeth Gaskill, who was sitting opposite her, turned around and cheered in surprise.

"Honey, how come you are here?" John's arrival undoubtedly made everyone happy, but Abigail still did not stop the work at hand.

"Arthur and I followed Dutch's instructions and came to see how you were doing."