The Creators: From Night City

These tennis balls are a type of rehabilitation equipment. Sometimes after installing a prosthetic hand or eye, these small props are needed to test the coherence with the nerves.

There's no other way. Most of the people who come to such places for medical treatment are poor, but they can't afford high-tech testing equipment. This thing is economical and affordable.

David twisted his body to warm up, like a child with ADHD. "Don't worry, I feel great now."

"Very good, let's start with a simple ball."

"Notice!"

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Bing bent his arms and turned sideways.

"Shh!"

The tennis ball almost caused a sonic boom as it flew straight towards David's face like a bullet.

David's pupils shrank to the size of a needle tip almost in an instant, and a sense of crisis invaded him from the direction where the tennis ball came from.

The heart seemed to be suddenly gripped, and a scorching heat wave spread like magma from Sian Westin on the spine to every part of the body.

"Boom~"

There seemed to be the sound of blood beating in his ears, accompanied by a feeling of heavy pressure, and the world in David's eyes suddenly slowed down.

He finally saw the tennis ball that would brush his scalp and fly behind him.

The action of raising his hand, which he could do easily in the past, now became very slow. Fortunately, the tennis ball was like a turtle crawling in the air. With David's efforts, he finally succeeded in catching it in front of him.

A huge force came from his hands, and the tennis ball almost slipped out of his hands. David could only use both hands to hold it with all his strength, but he was still dragged to stagger backwards and fell directly out of the 'time stop' state.

Ignoring the burning pain in his palm, David jumped up.

"Boss, did you see that? I caught it, C, that's awesome. This tennis ball is as slow as an ant crawling."

Jiang Bing naturally saw every move of David clearly.

"Well, if it can't even do this, this thing wouldn't be so popular among the edgewalkers."

"How are you feeling?"

After listening to Jiang Bing's question, David stopped and carefully felt his physical condition.

"It's very strange. It's not as uncomfortable as I imagined. I just feel a little tired."

Listening to David's description, Jiang Bing guessed in his heart: "It seems that David's physical strength is indeed excellent. Of course, it should also be affected by the "forging" during the installation."

"Let's take a break first and then proceed with the next test." His mind was full of thoughts, but the test still had to be carried out.

David said, "Go ahead. I feel like I'm totally fine now."

"It seems that after 'forging', the pressure on the body of Sian Westin has been reduced a lot."

In the real world, Sian Westin naturally does not have a duration and cooling time that is accurate to the nanosecond. However, under normal circumstances, each use of "Time Stop" must be separated by a period of time, which can be regarded as a disguised cooling time.

This is done to relieve the pressure on the components of the Swanwestin to prevent overload and damage during long-term operation. Secondly, the pressure caused by continuously entering the "time stop" state for a short period of time is difficult for the body to bear.

Similarly, according to records, the duration of the "time stop" of the Sian Westin prosthesis currently on the market is at most about 8 seconds. Any longer, and the Sian Westin components and the body will not be able to withstand the increasing pressure. In order to avoid a direct collapse of both (mainly the flesh), the operating system will be forced to stop when the user's body reaches its limit, kicking the user out of the "time stop" state.

However, this function can be turned off by modifying the system programming, and most edge walkers who live on the edge of life will ask the prosthetic doctor to make it a closable item when installing Sian Westin.

This is also true for David.

Jiang Bing explained the above matters to David, then threw a baseball glove to him and motioned David to put it on.

"Okay, next, let's test the duration. Try to maintain the duration of Sian Westin as much as possible and catch the ball I throw. But don't force it. Just wait until the system determines it's over automatically."

David took a deep breath and gave an OK sign.

Jiang Bing took out a timer from his pocket and the moment he pressed it, his right hand instantly turned into a blurry afterimage.

11 seconds, 37 balls.

David just came out of the 'time stop' state and sat down on the ground as if exhausted.

Since his circulatory system had not yet been modified, large amounts of sweat poured out of David's body.

"This is incredible, Boss! What did you add to this? The time has directly exceeded the theoretical value of military technology. Doesn't this mean that you alone have surpassed the entire research and development of Sian Westin..."

The more David spoke, the lower his voice became. Being a very smart man, he realized from the comparison with the public information of military technology that the results seemed too good, and instantly understood the risks involved.

Jiang Bing's reaction was calm. He simply warned, "It seems you've thought of this. If you don't want to be dragged away and dissected by the military technology companies, under normal circumstances, it's best not to use Sianweistan for more than 8 seconds. In fact, it's best to use it even shorter, and not so frequently."

David naturally nodded in agreement.

"Get up, the main event is coming." Jiang Bing called David back to the clinic.

David struggled to stand up, holding his waist and following behind: "Ah, the test is not over yet, boss."

In the clinic, lying on the prosthetic modification table that had just been taken down, David felt as if his warmth was still lingering on it.

Jiang Bing took out the biotechnology product "Qingerzhi Type III" from the medical box beside him and placed it aside for use.

"Next, we'll test your body's tolerance. You can activate Sianweistan a few times in short bursts. Don't worry, we won't push you to your limits. We just need to collect enough data. The treatment equipment and medicine are ready. You won't die."

"Sian Westin is like your body and your weapons. You can only rely on them on the battlefield. If you don't fully understand them, you will definitely not end well."

David was convinced and lay on the platform with a determined look on his face as if he accepted his fate.

"bring it on!"

Chapter 18 [Power] Debut

14 times, this is the number of times David can use Stanwestin in an hour, although he may have to stay in bed for a few days afterwards.

Of course, if the usage interval is too short and the duration exceeds the system safety value, this number may fluctuate downward, but this is still a performance that can beat all types of Swan Westin on the market to the ground.

David slumped down on a chair in the rest area, his eyes vacant, as if his body had been hollowed out.

But Jiang Bing's words successfully saved his life.

"As long as you don't encounter any outrageous situations, you should be able to protect yourself. There's a big operation targeting scavengers coming up soon, so you can come along."

"Really?"

David came back to life.

"How big is the boss?"

Jiang Bing thought for a moment and replied, "It's enough to buy your mother a new spleen prosthesis, and there should be some left over."

David didn't expect that his dream would come true so soon, so he nodded and agreed without thinking.

"I'll get you some better military-grade subcutaneous armor. A body armor vest alone won't be enough to protect you. It's safer to have two of them together. But brothers should settle accounts clearly. I'll pay on credit, and the payment will be deducted from your share when the time comes."

Seeing Jiang Bing mention the bulletproof vest that he had messed up, David's face was full of embarrassment, but he agreed with Jiang Bing's suggestion and nodded repeatedly.

After explaining the arrangements for Operation Scavenger, Jiang Bing's face suddenly turned stern. "The feeling of power is undoubtedly intoxicating, but I suggest you don't indulge in it. In the end, in pursuit of power, you blindly undergo a large number of prosthetic modifications. Cyberpsychosis doesn't discriminate between men, women, young or old, or whether they love their mother or not. Not all prosthetics are like the Swansea suit you wear on your back."

Seeing the boss so serious, David also replied solemnly: "Don't worry, boss, I have seen many tragic cases of cyberpsychosis. Even if it is for my mother, I will listen to you carefully."

After saying this, David put on a mercenary smile.

"Besides, you are a highly skilled boss here. If I have any ideas, I will definitely consult you first."

Good fellow, Jiang Bing had a series of thoughts in his mind, you TN are really a little genius, not only are you smart and thick-skinned, but you also learned the ability to get things for free without a teacher, this kid can be said to be so terrifying!

With these advantages, if you don’t succeed, who will?

Without paying attention to how David would explain when he got home, Jiang Bing, using the identity of a "craftsman", began to contact the prosthetic channels on the black market to buy David a better subcutaneous armor.

In fact, Jiang Bing is not only a prosthetic doctor, he can also work part-time as an arms expert, vehicle expert, chef, and mechanic. In addition, he is also very good at fighting!

It can be said that he alone can support the logistics of an entire clan of wanderers, and this is also the result of his deliberate efforts.

These abilities combined together can perfectly form a development system that relies on fighting to support fighting.

With the above abilities, you can plunder resources to the greatest extent after fighting with the enemy.

Vehicles, prostheses, firearms, machinery, and even scrap metal can all be melted down into raw materials. Broken ones can be repaired, good ones can be optimized, and those that are missing can be built using raw materials.

Jiang Bing's ability can ensure that the enemy's strength can be converted into his own combat power to the greatest extent.

Equipped with better prosthetics, better vehicles and weapons, it will be easier to eliminate more powerful enemies and plunder more means of production.

If you repeat this process, the snowball will eventually get bigger and bigger.

During this process, the "craftsmen" can continue to conduct independent research and development, bring forth new products, and build their own industrial system from scratch, until the end, when the enemies are faced with them, they are completely crushed in all aspects from productivity to technological level.

This is the development system that Jiang Bing tailored to the actual situation of Night City after careful consideration. It is also the original path of the "Craftsman".

But all of this is still far away, and achieving it requires huge resources.

A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. Now, the most important thing is how to take down the scavenger gang that had previously colluded with "Sun Valley Medical".

The 'Masked Demon' had just rested for a few days, and the scavengers at Coronado Farm showed signs of resurgence.

You can never kill all the scavengers. No matter how many die, new scavengers will soon appear. It is a bit like the hair is like leeks, which grow again after being cut, and the head is like a chicken, which crows again after being cut.

This is a systemic problem.

However, Jiang Bing could not control the system for the time being and could only work as a scavenger.

The scavengers at Coronado Farm were basically wiped out, but driven by profit, scavengers from the Valley, Downtown, Haywood to Taiping State would soon flock to this empty market and then be wiped out again.

The scavengers have a loose structure and act independently. If it were any other gang, they would have been furious and would have tried every possible means to track down the identity of the "masked demon" and killed him on the spot to serve as a warning to others.

In fact, many large scavenger gangs, especially the largest scavenger gang in Taiping State, as well as organizations that have business dealings and close relationships with the scavengers, have noticed the abnormalities in Coronado Farm.

But after all, it was not a direct attack on his own industry, and Jiang Bing hid it very well, so the matter has been stuck in a stalemate.

Regarding this matter, Living Lock, the biggest scavenger boss in the Valley, was also very worried. Not only did he have to think about whether the huge scavenger market in Coronado Farm was worth it for him to compete with the Masked Devil, but also the four brothers who were sent to the Fruit Basket to collect the goods a few days ago had not returned and all the goods were lost.

I contacted my partner Christopher Miller to ask for an explanation, but I couldn't get through to him. After making inquiries from many sources, I learned that this old guy was shot in his own villa by a young second-largest shareholder who had just taken over the board of directors. The young man hired a team of edge walkers from somewhere and shot him up directly.

I have to say that young people nowadays are really ruthless. I heard that Christopher Miller's ashes were scattered all over the place. The trauma team took great pains to piece together the body that was blown into pieces, but they couldn't find the head at the scene.

Could it be that the head was taken away by that team of edgewalkers?

That young Brian Scott has a hobby of collecting his opponents' heads?

It's really confusing.

Due to Christopher Miller's death, Sun Valley Medical's supply channel was cut off. Livelock was thinking about whether to give a good-looking head as a gift and visit the newly appointed dean to test the waters for cooperation.

Thinking of this, 'Livelock' glanced at the goods being worked on under the table, then looked at her prosthetic face, which was considered good-looking but highly similar to the best-selling items in Night City, and gave up the idea.

"Forget it, I'll go and pick one out from the Black Mewtwo items later. I can also buy a Black Mewtwo from the beheading series while I'm at it, so it won't be a waste."

Livelock kicked the trembling woman away, stood up, pulled up his pants, and rushed to the cell area inside the factory.

The base where "Livelock" was entrenched was originally a car repair shop. I don't know why it was abandoned and occupied by him.

The huge auto repair shop has now been transformed beyond recognition by this group of scavengers and divided into several areas.

There is a cell area where the 'goods' are held; a filming area for the heavy-tasting Black Mewtwo; a 'slaughter area' where the goods are broken down and processed; and a living area and a garage.

The people held in the cells are naturally those who are regarded as "commodities", and the origins of these goods are varied.

They were residents and thugs abducted directly from the streets, bought from medical institutions, lured through various means on the Internet, and collected from colleagues who specialized in abducting people on the streets using various methods.

These people who have lost hope and know their fate have already become numb, and some have suffered torture before.

They all have outstanding appearances, or at least have their own characteristics, which is why they can serve as the protagonists of Black Mewtwo in "Deep Fried".

Those who are not good-looking have long been gutted and skinned.

But this may not be a bad thing.

After two rounds of searching, Livelock finally chose a girl who dreamed of becoming famous overnight and was deceived by the Mewtwo actor recruitment information posted by the Scavenger on the Internet.

"She's the one. She's young, has fair skin, and no signs of facial reconstruction. I believe our new dean will like this head."

The younger brother beside him naturally did as he was told, opened the cell door with a ferocious look, and pushed the girl to the ground in the face of despair and regret. Just as he was about to handcuff her, he heard a rapid dripping sound coming from behind the wall next to him.

Before the young man could figure out what made the sound, a big hole appeared in the wall due to the explosion.

"The chemical explosives from the Petrochemical Group are still the most powerful."

A voice was heard in the smoke.

Before the dust had settled, a scavenger used his prosthetic eye to see the Guy Fawkes mask on the visitor's face and started shouting in fear.

"It's the masked demon!"

The next second, a bullet was nailed into his forehead.

After firing the gun, David retreated behind the wall.