The Creators: From Night City

When passing the gate of the next life, the driver Jack deliberately lowered the thick bulletproof glass to allow the low and rich roar of the engine and the faint sounds of envy, exclamations and curses to reach his ears better.

"!Muy bien! (Very good), that's exactly how it feels. Big Brother is born to be surrounded by envious exclamations and sour sarcastic voices."

"Stop joking and go open the door for the boss." Vincent got out of the passenger seat and glanced around alertly, checking for possible dangers.

There was no point in calling Jack. Gloria pushed the door and got out of the car. She had come from the bottom of the society, so naturally she wouldn't put on such unnecessary airs.

Jack's job was taken away and he had to go to the trunk to take out a thermostat.

Business in the afterlife is as good as ever, just like Night City's prosperous and distorted ecology.

"Oh, Amigo (man), you've got good muscles." Jack, who was about to realize his dream, was very excited and enthusiastically flirted with Kyrie Owens who was watching the scene.

Unfortunately, the burly man who was guarding the place ignored him and just pushed the door open sideways after seeing Gloria.

This person is an important customer invited by my boss, so I have to treat him with caution. As for that girl with a bun who speaks so much rhymes, I'm sorry, I don't know her well!

Fortunately, Jack didn't care about the guard's different treatment at all. He walked through the double doors that had trapped him for a long time, and looked up and down at the interior space of his afterlife excitedly.

"Oh my god, so this is what the 'heart of Night City' is like. Look at the customers in those booths, many of them are well-known gangs on the underworld."

Vincent elbowed him to stop his behavior, which was like that of Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden.

As the chief executive of Anti-Entropy, Gloria relied on the vast resources of Anti-Entropy to thrive in the middleman industry in Night City.

Compared with other middlemen, she stands out for her great power and wealth, with a wide range of connections. Whether it is arms, luxury goods, smuggling, illegal immigration, machinery and equipment, or food, clothing, housing and transportation, she can solve all the problems.

The only drawback is that he is very Buddhist and generally does not place orders easily.

"You two sit here for a while. I'm going to talk to Roger about something." Gloria took the box from Jack's hand and said.

The two bodyguards naturally followed the orders given by their boss. They found a seat at the bar where they could look directly at the semi-open box where Rogge was, and then gestured to the bartender to order drinks.

"V, is this your friend?" After dealing with the customer in front of him, the bartender Claire turned to the two of them and asked.

Chapter 385 International Automobile Federation

Vincent delivered goods to Roger many times and had become familiar with the bartender.

"Jack Wills, my best brother."

"Jack, how does it feel to be in the afterlife for the first time?"

"How do you know this is my first time here?" Jack's focus was a little strange.

"There aren't that many customers in the next life. This place is not like other nightclubs in Night City. The threshold is not low. I remember what the old customers look like." The bartender tapped his temple with his finger.

"makes sense."

"What would you like?"

"A tequila old fashioned with some beer and chili, please."

"Well, a glass of Johnny Silverhand, a good choice."

"Of course, I did my homework."

"How about you, V, the old rules?"

Vincent nodded familiarly, and while the bartender was busying himself, Jack slapped him on the leg.

"Sure, Amigo (bro), you look impressive. When did you become acquainted with this girl?"

"I used to work in transportation, and I often came here to deliver goods for Roger. We became familiar with each other after a few visits."

"If I had known there were such benefits, I would have followed you a long time ago."

A glass of Johnny Silverhand and a glass of iced Baijiu Shenlong Lantong wine were soon placed in front of the two.

Jack drank it all in one gulp eagerly, smacked his lips, and felt lost.

"It tastes just so-so, not even as good as the wheat juice in the company cafeteria."

"You really dare to think so." Vincent just took two small sips and put the glass on the bar. His favorite Baijiu Shenlong Blue Tongue seemed bitter and inferior in front of the tongue that was fully marinated in mellow wheat juice.

"I heard privately from Duke at the Ministry of Agriculture that the wheat juice in the cafeteria is brewed entirely with real wheat. In Night City, a cup costs at least this much." Vincent stretched out his index finger and shook it in front of Jack.

"Wow, I have to say the company is really wealthy." Jack was a frugal person. Although the wine was not to his taste, he still raised his glass and took another sip.

"That's nothing." Vincent glanced around and gossiped in a low voice.

"Do you know what's in the thermostat in the trunk?"

"What are you pretending for?" Jack was intrigued by his best friend's behavior and replied in a low voice.

"A bottle of red wine as a welcome gift for Rogge. I've seen it on the internal exchange list of the armory. It's a new product that has just been released, and this is the price for one bottle." Vincent held up three fingers, but turned them over.

"Three thousand credits for one bottle?"

Vincent rolled his eyes at the other man, feeling very disappointed with him. "Add another zero."

"!Cielos! (Oh my god!) This would cost at least 10 euros a bottle on the market. Even if it were made of gold, it wouldn't be worth that price."

"Don't talk nonsense," Vincent kicked the other party.

"You don't understand the arsenal yet. Since it's on the exchange list at this price, it means it's worth it."

"That's right," Jack licked his lips. "Now that you mention it, I really want to try what this wine tastes like."

"Come on, didn't you say a few days ago that you were going to save up money to buy yourself a whole Nazaré? If you buy more alcohol, you won't be able to save some money to buy Misty a birthday present."

Jack chuckled, "It's for Misty. Otherwise, why do you think a grown man like me would drink red wine?"

"Don't forget to save some money to honor Mrs. Wilson." As the saying goes, we are not afraid of our brothers living a hard life, but we are afraid of our brothers driving a Land Rover. Faced with Jack's show of affection, Vincent immediately used sarcasm to intensify the other party.

"Hey, my mom can't stand this stuff. Yesterday, I found a needle-action double-barreled shotgun modified by Mr. Sabul in the armory system. It's a gift for my mom that will definitely please her."

All the middle and senior management staff of [Anti-Entropy] knew that any weapon and equipment in the armory marked as being made by Saber Lyric was of the highest quality, so as long as Jiang Bing's time-killing items were added to the armory's exchange list, they would soon be sold out.

"It's time for you to save some money and credit points for the 'promotion transformation'. At least complete the Phase I 'Corrupted Firefly' transformation first. Haven't you passed the qualification review? Otherwise, don't wait until one day a bullet gets you killed again." Vincent, as a veteran, imparted his experience to his best friend.

"Is this transformation really as miraculous as you say?" Jack understood his brother's genuine concern and asked in a low voice.

Vincent looked around and saw that there was no one around. He leaned over and whispered something in Jack's ear, which instantly made the other party's eyes widen in anger and look very surprised.

"Why didn't you tell me about this earlier?" Jack had been in the underworld for so many years that he naturally understood the importance of force. He gritted his teeth and made a decision: "I'll save money after I buy a gift for Misty."

"By the way, what's the name of the red wine you mentioned in the system?"

East of the East

In the semi-open box, Gloria watched the middleman queen carefully take out a bottle of extremely ancient red wine from the thermostat, and uttered a beautiful noun from her mouth.

"Mr. Sabul is currently unable to come. This is a gift he asked me to bring you, Ms. Rogge. Thank you for your support of our past work."

"East of the East" Roger chewed on the exotic name of the wine and raised the bottle of quaint shape, letting the crystal clear wine reflect the ruby-like luster under the light. Even before the lid was opened, the air was filled with a very light aroma of the wine.

She gently tapped the cork with her high-end prosthetic nails and immediately concluded that the cork might be made of authentic cork oak bark.

"This is too precious." Having said that, his hand did not slow down at all to accept the gift.

Rogge was about to say a few polite words when her artificial eye suddenly lit up. After receiving some news, she placed the red wine in her hand in a constant temperature box and handed it to the security personnel nearby for storage.

"The client is here. He's from the FIA. He asked a lot of people to help him find me to connect you two."

"International Automobile Federation?" Gloria's brain-computer interface software immediately provided information. "Isn't it the international organization responsible for managing all types of motorsports?"

"There probably aren't any car manufacturers in Night City that are worthy of joining them, but they actually have personnel stationed in Night City."

"Of course not. This Director Etienne Marcel came all the way here from Europe."

"Come to Night City specifically to find [Anti-Entropy]?" Gloria's eyes flickered continuously, and she finally came to a conclusion.

"The venue for this year's Wasteland Rally is chosen to be Night City?" The big supervisor was very surprised.

"To be precise, it was set in the vast badlands east of Night City."

Chapter 386: Outrageous Rally

"That's right." Gloria thought of something funny and laughed sarcastically.

"With the sudden arrival of the 'Ha Da Bo', acid rain, desolate vegetation, and a sky full of yellow sand, plus a group of murderous thugs, the Badlands can certainly be called a wasteland and fully meets the requirements of the competition."

The Wasteland Rally has been held for 19 sessions so far. The participants are basically internationally renowned car manufacturers such as Rayfield, Thornton, Goodra, Will Ford, Volkswagen, and Maher. Of course, behind them are also the shadows of military technology, Arasaka, and even Kanto and the Russian Federation's Caucasus Heavy Industry.

This is mainly due to the growing international influence of the Wasteland Rally, which is enough to affect the stock price trends and subsequent market share of each company that wins the event.

As for why a relatively niche event has such a great influence (racing competitions usually have a high entry threshold), this is all thanks to the incredible operations of FIA's legendary CDO (Development Director) François after he took office.

In the past, rallies could only involve crossing snow-capped mountains, grasslands, and muddy swamps. At most, there would be five consecutive hairpin turns. In Bayinbuluke, even long-distance rallies were designed to test how drivers and cars could perform under various extreme conditions.

But the genius François felt that this kind of event was too mediocre, not extreme at all, without any highlights or anything eye-catching, so he personally took charge of drastic reforms after taking office.

As for the basis for the reform, this wise man only follows one thing - attracting attention!

Whatever attracts attention.

Snow-capped mountains and grasslands are not extreme environments. On volcanoes and plateaus, the tracks are surrounded by deadly lava and cliffs on both sides. There is no avoiding fog, hail, rain, snow, sandstorms, and acid rain. Instead, we face all the challenges head-on.

It has even developed to the point that now, the competition will specifically seek out times of bad weather as the competition time, and fully implement the principle that if there are no difficulties, they will create difficulties and still compete.

It is worth mentioning that the last rally was held at the border between Iran and Iraq in southwestern Asia, where a tragic nuclear war broke out. To this day, there are still yellow sand and terrifying nuclear radiation flying everywhere.

Everyone is just focusing on the competition without any breakthroughs?

The clever François waved his pen and allowed the participating vehicles to collide with each other, but the use of any hot weapons was not allowed.

Therefore, participating manufacturers can only rack their brains to consider how to enhance the safety and protection performance of their vehicles while ensuring the speed and stability of their own vehicles in extreme environments.

And, of course, aggression.

How can the racing driver cover himself tightly and not show his face during the whole race? It must be changed!

The contestants must be a hot and handsome male and female combination (driver and navigator, gender is not limited, but must be one male and one female). The entire competition process not only showcases the participating vehicles, but also fully demonstrates the style of the drivers.

In order to achieve a better viewing experience for the race, François unprecedentedly persuaded the FIA ​​committee to make a 180-degree reversal of the original race rules that did not allow the use of prosthetics, and at the same time significantly increased the number of rules.

Now the competition not only encourages drivers to use prosthetics, but also relaxes restrictions on banned stimulants and hormone drugs.

In this way, the already thrilling competition has pushed the speed and passion to the peak.

I just want to ask you, do you want to watch a game like this?

It turns out that François, a COD with a background in marketing, may not understand racing, but he definitely understands the preferences of the masses.

In a competition where all kinds of monsters and demons emerge one after another, major manufacturers frequently launch black technologies, the competition scene is filled with smoke, blood is shed, and cars are often destroyed and people are killed, the influence of the Wasteland Rally has soared and it has become a top international event.

Étienne Marcel soon entered the box.

The supervisor has a pair of light yellow artificial eyes and wears a rose suit. He looks like a real Frenchman and has a casual literary style.

"Good day, Ms. Roger, this must be Ms. Gloria."

After the two sides exchanged superficial courtesies, Director Etienne Marcel quickly stated his purpose.

"Ms. Gloria, I'm sure you're familiar with the Wasteland Rally. I've asked Ms. Rogge to act as a go-between for us, primarily because I want you and your [Anti-Entropy] to ensure the safety of the Wasteland Rally during the race."

"You want to hire [Anti-Entropy] to solve the problem for the FIA."

Director Etienne Marcel may look like a playboy, but no one who can reach his position can be a fool.

"I'll be frank, Ms. Gloria. Compared to those disorganized thugs, what I want to solve most is the problem of [Anti-Entropy]."

"Everyone knows that your organization's practices in the Badlands are somewhat... ..." This gentleman had to carefully formulate his words when facing the mysterious organization, Anti-Entropy.

"Radical, yes, somewhat radical. The FIA ​​is willing to pay a seven-figure sum in exchange for your organization's silence during the race."

"To put it simply, you have to first pay homage to the leader and then spend some money to buy your way in." Rogge made a sharp and scathing summary.

"Well, of course you can say that." The outsider supervisor was obviously not quite used to Night City's working style.

"Is there a race route?" The chief supervisor asked the most important question right away.

As a peace-loving company, [Anti-Entropy] naturally cannot engage in activities that occupy land as the king, but if the preset route of the competition is too close to Base No. 6, I'm sorry, Jiang Dad's ultra-long-range electromagnetic cannon array has no enemy identification awareness.

"Of course, of course." The company executive unexpectedly understood the rules of the underworld. He did not use a chip, but instead lit up his prosthetic eye and sent the relevant information to the middleman Rogge, who then forwarded it to Gloria.

This not only ensures the security of the data, but also fully respects Rogge, the local boss.

According to the information, the starting point of this rally was set up at an idle intercontinental rail transit construction site in the northeast of the North Oak District, and the competition was carried out in the style of the Wasteland Car Rally, not taking the usual route at all - not even walking.

The race route rushes eastward along the sand dunes of the Badlands. After reaching the easternmost Agai Mountains, it will go south along the foothills, pass the Red Rock, and even cross the Shaoyuan Mountains on the way, driving through a gully area of ​​nearly ten kilometers. Then it rushes down from the steepest Sonora Mountain in the Shaoyuan Mountains, goes north along Laguna Bay, passes the wasteland dam, and finally reaches the Tama Viewing Point east of Coronado Ranch.

The race was scheduled for the nearest time, which is the autumn-winter transition period when "Ha-Da-Bo" occurs most frequently. It goes without saying that the organizers want to hold a "Ha-Da-Bo" themed race.