The Creators: From Night City

Chapter 387 Natalie DuBois

Gloria looked through the information and found that except for a section of the road in Stone Ridge Mountain that was closer to Base 6, there was nothing wrong with the rest of the route. However, to be on the safe side, she still sent the relevant information to her boss.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Bing, who has always been resistant to copywriting work, responded abnormally quickly this time.

Jiang Bing: I've looked at the route, it's fine, I'll agree to it.

Jiang Bing: But I have to ask him for enough benefits. At least I have to get a place in the competition. I'll be very useful to him.

【Gloria: Understood, Boss.】

Jiang Bing: We will synchronize as soon as there is progress.

Jiang Bing's slender fingers danced across the data pad, tapping a few times gracefully like playing a piano, then he finished writing the message and sent it out.

"Mr. Sabul seems to be very busy with work recently." At this moment, Michiko Arasaka, who was sitting opposite Jiang Bing, joked.

"When the time comes, heaven and earth will work together. The owner of the target you just entrusted has come to us on his own." Jiang Bing drank the Dong Zhi Dong in the glass in one gulp and replaced it with the Temeria cherry wine that Lingyin Selina had coveted for a long time.

The three of them are now in Michiko Arasaka's mansion in Charter Hills, where they are having a private wine tasting session.

Of course, this time it was not Jiang Bing who took the initiative to visit, but Michiko Arasaka who invited him.

"People from the FIA." Michiko Arasaka's neo-kitsch prosthetic eyes blinked a few times. "That's right. Whenever the Eastern Wasteland is mentioned, Anti-Entropy and the Wanderers are always the unavoidable topic."

Compared to Zero's wasteful behavior of Zhu Bajie eating the ginseng fruit, Arasaka Michiko's wine tasting movements are much more elegant.

She spun the East East red wine in the glass into a few beautiful arcs, admiring it for a long time before taking a sip, letting the flavor of the Toussaint grapes fully permeate every taste bud in her mouth.

"I'm really surprised, Mr. Saber. I've never tasted wine of this quality. It seems your company has made great achievements in biotechnology."

"That's not the case. Anti-Entropy has made great achievements in logistics." Jiang Bing complained in his heart.

"nice! You love it."

Under the gaze of Lingyin's artificial eye, which had shrunk to the size of a needle tip, Jiang Bing, as if performing magic, conjured up a business card from thin air with the flip of his hand.

"Here's the sales manager's contact information. If you want to buy something, contact her. Mention my name and you'll get a 9.5% discount. We also accept distributorships. If you're interested, we can work together."

These words almost made Michiko Arasaka laugh.

It was not only because of Jiang Bing's 'humorous' business promotion, but also because of the ignorance shown in the other party's words.

She is the third most important person in Arasaka in North America, with trillions of assets and countless talented people under her. She even has her eyes on your small high-end wine business.

Michiko Arasaka angrily drank the red wine in the glass. The tiny amount of chaotic magic made her feel like she had drunk a mouthful of nectar, and her internal organs felt indescribably soothed.

So she quietly put away the business card.

You know what, this wine is really delicious.

Jiang Bing slid his fingers across his modified data pad at a speed that would be dazzling to ordinary people, while talking to Arasaka Michiko.

"Let me confirm again, you want this person named Yoshida

"He must be taken alive. He's the researcher most likely to be captured alive by Anders Hermann. The other researchers are either staying in Arasaka Tower all day or in mainland Japan. There's no chance of taking him."

"That's not necessarily true." Jiang Bing retorted firmly.

Michiko Arasaka glanced at Jiang Bing with suspicion: "You don't want to attack Arasaka Tower, do you?"

"That depends on what kind of reward you can offer."

"There's absolutely no need for that at this stage. Relic's R&D is still primarily focused on Arasaka's R&D center in Japan. There aren't many useful things in Arasaka Tower."

"As expected of you, you found out Relic's internal information so quickly." Jiang Bing was not surprised at the other party's efficiency.

"Why not just kidnap Relic's project leader? Anders Hermann is the one who theoretically knows the most."

"He is being closely watched by Saburo Arasaka, and the security level is very tight. No one can catch him unless he is stupid enough to run away." Michiko Arasaka explained.

"Besides, it's not a good time to alert the enemy now."

"The stage hasn't been set yet, and the curtain won't rise for some time." This highly intelligent woman, who majored in criminology in college and once expanded her detective agency to the European Union, said so.

"Boom"

Lingyin pulled out the cork of a bottle of fruit wine from the magical Middle Ages, replacing Jiang Bing's answer.

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In the first half of the 21st century, there was a saying that athletes rely on their youth to make a living, and this also applies to racing drivers.

But by the end of the first half, this statement was no longer tenable, and it became a myth that athletes relied on luck to make a living.

What is luck?

Nathalie DuBois thinks so.

First of all, you need to have extremely strong drug resistance and survive the long-term effects of various hormone drugs on your growth. The longer you can survive, the higher your ranking in the industry will be. However, no one knows what their drug resistance value is. If you want to stand out in the fierce competition, you need luck.

Secondly, they must have strong tolerance to prosthetics, be able to withstand the load brought by large-scale and frequent replacement and upgrades and high-frequency use of prosthetics, avoid neurological diseases induced by prosthetics, and of course, fight cyberpsychosis throughout their lives.

This also requires luck.

After passing the above two luck tests, you will face the final test. In this industry that has been involuted to the extreme, you will find a club that is willing to accept you and be lucky enough to qualify for the debut. At this time, you will have the opportunity to display the strength you have fought for your life and achieve results.

But many competitions, especially the Wasteland Rally, require not only strength but also luck.

So, Natalie Dubois, a rising star in the racing world, was in a difficult situation because of a small accident. Her car was destroyed, her partner died, the club behind her went bankrupt and reorganized, and she was fired. No club or team was willing to accept her, and she was about to end up on the streets.

She thought maybe her luck had finally run out.

Fortunately, the God of Luck, this bitch who likes to show her thighs, couldn't stand her daily cursing, and reluctantly lifted her skirt for her.

In the early morning or in the evening, Natalie, who was decadent at home, had long been unaware of the cold and heat outside the window, and the passing of time.

It wasn't until the dynamic music of "Bobo Chicken! Bobo Chicken!" blared from the wine-stained and greasy sofa that the former racing driver, who had finally been anesthetized by alcohol the previous day, was awakened from his dream.

Chapter 388 Strange Interview Invitation

Although she was down and out, as a top international racing driver she had some savings, enough for her to live the rest of her life in glory. But after she paid a hefty "ransom fee", she could only rent a decent apartment in the Valley area of ​​Night City with her professional racing prosthesis.

Of course, it is not easy to live beyond your means, and this is also the source of her anxiety in recent days.

Poverty will drive every poor person crazy equally.

But all her skills are in racing, and most of the jobs on the market are not suitable for her, or she doesn't look down on them.

Many marginal walker teams or smuggling gangs have also invited her through various channels, but this world-class rally driver who stood out from countless competitors knows very well that as long as she takes this step, she will basically have no hope of returning to the field.

Return to the stage she had always dreamed of.

No club would consider hiring a racer with a tainted record for a star-making competition like the Wasteland Rally, especially when there are so many bitch colleagues waiting eagerly for the opportunity.

As a top racing driver, her brain-computer interface is a high-end product that has been specially modified. In order to ensure the purity and security of the communication function (monitoring opponents' communications during competitions is commonplace), it does not have the call function of ordinary brain-computer interfaces on the market, so she can only use her mobile phone for daily communication.

The holographic projection was activated, projecting the caller's customized avatar into the air. The caller was a fat man with a double-layered chin, a large greasy nose, and a pair of small round-framed glasses squeezed between the fat.

This is her agent, Leonardo Costa, a professional broker who originally came from Brazilian street racing. He became a racing agent halfway through his career and is now living on the streets like Natalie.

It was because one of his two most famous racing drivers died and the other became unemployed.

Of course, after paying the 'ransom fee', the fat man had become her former agent.

"Oh, Natalie, my precious darling, look at how decadent you have become now. Are you still the same 'Steel Rose'?"

Leonardo Costa, with his hair slicked back like a dog, sighed with heartache.

"What's it to you?" She rolled her eyes. "I've already left the track. There's no point in maintaining my personal image." The racing driver, who had just woken up from a dream, said dejectedly.

"Who said it's useless, baby? I tell you, the opportunity you've been waiting for has come." The fat agent's face trembled with laughter.

"Someone in the industry has spread the word that a big boss is recruiting racers for the Wasteland Rally. You're a perfect match in every way. It's a godsend opportunity. What are you waiting for? Hurry and pack your bags and come with me for the interview."

"Is it reliable, Leonardo? For such a big thing, do you think it can be credible just based on those rumors in the circle?" The beautiful racing driver with three-quarters East Slavic ancestry lazily lay on the sofa, her two long, white, round legs even reaching from one end of the semicircular sofa to the other.

The portly agent approached the camera mysteriously, his entire face filling the communication window. "It was the Iceman who spread the news."

Natalie's expression changed slightly.

"'Iceman', the long-lost, former champion of Night City street racing?"

"What's his name?"

The fat agent "Falco" answered her doubts smoothly.

"It's not important. He's just spreading the news on behalf of his boss. Think about it, the force that this kind of person works for must be a big company, so the news can't be fake."

"Besides," Leonardo looked around Natalie's dirty, messy, trash-strewn apartment through the camera: "Anyway, it's better than you rotting at home now."

"Hurry up, charming girl. I'm leaving now and will pick you up downstairs from your building. Take this opportunity to get yourself ready, put on your sexiest clothes, put on your most alluring makeup, and charm the interviewers as soon as you meet them."

Without waiting for Natalie's reply, the fat agent hung up the phone, leaving her lying quietly on the sofa for several seconds before getting up and starting to tidy up her appearance.

Apart from anything else, Natalie must have good looks to be able to become a driver in the Wasteland Rally. Even if you are not born with good looks, the club will find a way to make you charming and radiant.

Fortunately, she was born with a very resistant body.

The female racer took off her stained nightgown, walked into the bathroom naked and started to take a shower. Under the illumination of the overhead light, her standard Russian Federation-style beauty face with a high nose bridge, deep eye sockets, clear eyes, thin lips and pointed chin was clearly reflected in the mirror.

With her tall height of 1.78 meters and her devilish figure, she is simply too charming.

Unfortunately, before she could take a closer look, the overhead light began to fluctuate violently due to unstable voltage, making the bathroom flickering, like a scene from a horror movie.

"Again?" Natalie complained as usual.

For some reason, the power supply in the apartment has been very unstable recently, sometimes it comes on and sometimes it doesn't. She has complained to the apartment management office many times, but as she expected, all her complaints fell on deaf ears and there was no response.

Her interest was dampened by the sudden situation, so she simply calmed down and took care of her personal image. As one of the competition points of the Wasteland Car Rally, she had received professional training and transformation.

Just as I tied my hair into a neat high ponytail, Leonardo's urging text message arrived with the car.

She could only put on double entropy-increasing combat boots, put on the high-end combat uniform in her closet that she hadn't worn for a long time, pick up her bag, and take her favorite gun Rashomon - a large-caliber kinetic revolver, and walked out of the house with a somewhat unfamiliar cat walk.

The clothes she was wearing were specially customized by the club for the players. They were said to be combat uniforms, but they had openings in many places where they shouldn't have been. The fabrics in many places were replaced with breathable, light-transparent and flesh-transparent silk mesh. Combined with her own fighting ability, she looked both heroic and sexy.

People are like this. It is better to see them occasionally than to see them often, and it is better not to see them at all.

When she got downstairs, a red and blue Supron FS3 was parked at the door, and Leonardo's iconic fat face was looking over here.

When she got in and closed the door, she even felt that this broken plastic car was about to fall apart.

With the engine wheezing weakly, this van, which looked like it was made of inferior quality, successfully got on the road.

"It's only been a few weeks since we last met, how come you're so tired?" Natalie's fair back, which was only covered by a layer of black gauze, was hurt by the cheap plastic seat, and she had no choice but to sit up straight.

Chapter 389: Seven Methods of Using Electricity

"There's no way. The heroes are not free."

As a veteran car scout, Leonardo's driving skills are naturally superb.

Even though the car looks like an old grandmother that may die at any time, it does not prevent him from using his charming movements to create a sunset glow.

"Where is the interview location? Also, how much do you know about the information of the force that is looking for someone?" Natalie was still decorating her face with precise strokes in the shaking car.

"The company hiring is a Night City food company. Their factory is in Taiping Prefecture, and they specialize in organic meat."

"Another crossover, but there are so many self-righteous people like him, so he's not the only one left."

"Don't be impatient, listen to me." Leonardo turned the steering wheel sharply, squeezed out of the traffic, and turned into a small road.

"This company is just a front. The real power behind the scenes is an organization in the Badlands, Anti-Entropy. Have you heard of it?"

"No" the female driver started to put on lipstick.

"This organization is quite impressive. Stories about them are spreading like wildfire."

Natalie paused, "Are you from a gang?"

"Not really. They've never publicly declared what kind of gang they are."

"Cut~"

"Listen to what you say. Do you believe it yourself?"

"But it doesn't matter. Anyway, I know what's going on. There's no way out for the two of us this time."

"Isn't this a smooth road?" The experienced driver drove through the streets and alleys and turned the car back onto the main road out of the city.

Seeing the car passing Coronado and heading towards the Badlands, Natalie couldn't help but ask, "Are we leaving the city? Are we going to the Badlands for an interview?"