The Creators: From Night City

"It's on the edge of the city." When Leonardo mentioned the location of the interview, he was also confused.

"I received a message from Falco saying that the interviewer will be waiting for us in the abandoned parking lot in the south of the city, next to Zeta Technology's solar power plant."

"It can't be a trick." The female driver was very alert.

"Probably not." The old driver was vague at this time.

"Now that we're here, we have to go and take a look." The fully made-up beauty in the passenger seat will not allow her makeup to fade today. Even if the Garden of Nurgle is in front of her, she has to do a butterfly stroke in the pit.

What's more, she was carrying something with her.

"Have you found out the interviewer's information..."

He didn't know that someone was discussing behind his back that his interviewer Jiang Bing was doing something big.

Digging into the corners of capitalism and fleecing the unscrupulous rich.

In the 1960s, Zeta Technology built a massive photovoltaic power plant on a flat piece of land in the Badlands south of Night City. Thanks to the lack of vegetation in the Badlands, this fully automatic unmanned power plant and the wind turbines throughout the Badlands take on the responsibility of supplying electricity to Night City.

It can be said that the burden of the two capitals and thirteen provinces is carried on their shoulders.

But compared to the wind turbines that are the common property of Night City, Zeta Technology is not doing charity. Over the past decade, this power plant has generated hundreds of millions of net profits for it.

After all, it is not like other factories that only need to invest in equipment in advance and wait for the money to come. They can send a few of their own drones to look after it, and the vast solar panels will generate electricity continuously.

These currents will be gathered to the central booster tower through complex and cumbersome cables, where they will be boosted and transmitted to Night City.

And inside the booster tower made entirely of metal, someone is doing something that Zeta Technology has never imagined.

Stealing electricity.

Security at solar power plants is very lax, thanks to electricity – an essential yet difficult-to-store energy source that is highly resistant to crime.

Normally speaking, stealing electricity is a seriously thankless task, with the cost of the crime far outweighing the rewards.

After all, if you want to steal electricity, you either have to pull wires privately or prepare special batteries.

The former wasn't a problem for Zeta Technology, as the power plant's remote location effectively eliminated most would-be power theft. The Rangers, however, were chronically short of electricity, but they preferred to plunder the wind turbines scattered throughout the Badlands. After all, no one cared about them, and they didn't have to fight armed drones.

As for those who deliberately prepare storage batteries to steal electricity, it can be said that people who can afford to buy storage batteries in large quantities would not bother to do this. People who are so poor that they do this do not have much money in their pockets and cannot afford the expensive storage batteries.

And selling stolen goods is still a troublesome thing.

But Jiang Bing does not fall into either of the above two situations. He simply came here to steal electricity.

The large transformers were stacked densely like strings of steel candied haws, with silver-white thunder dragons constantly tumbling and flashing among them.

Jiang Bing hung upside down on the dome, hiding in the patrol blind spot of Zeta Technology's Octant large armed drone. After the other party left, he immediately jumped from the ceiling, reached out to unscrew the lock of the safety net, and without stopping, reached out to touch the power switch.

When the high-voltage electric current, which was enough to instantly turn an adult into charcoal, touched Jiang Bing's outstretched palm, it was like a young swallow flying into the forest or a tired bird returning to its nest. It instantly penetrated into Jiang Bing's body and turned into nutrients for Heimer.

Yes, Jiang Bing is now "feeding", or you can say "fertilizing".

Heimer needs a lot of energy to grow, but he is not picky. No matter whether it is electricity, chaos magic, ether, light energy, or radiation energy, he accepts everything. But it is hard for Jiang Bing, the other party's anchor point in the world. He has to have a share of everything this oak tree eats. After all, he has to be responsible for carrying the dishes and leading the way, and confirming the coordinates of the other party's world.

Although the violent electric current is absorbed by the other party and people cannot be killed by electricity, it is not a pleasant feeling to touch the electric switch.

He is not Qin Shi Huang. Touching the electric switch will only make him feel numb, so he won't win much.

In the past few days, Jiang Bingtian has been looking for energy sources all over the country and touching electrical switches everywhere, and has already figured out his own experience.

The hydropower in Night City is sticky, the thermal power is warm, the wind power is cold, and the electricity from the generator has a sour smell. As for nuclear power, because of the previous nuclear explosion, there are no nuclear power plants in Night City at all. Jiang Bing had to miss it. After searching for a long time, he could only find Zeta Technology's optoelectronics, which tasted loose and mellow, with the taste of sunshine.

This is a personal certification from the great oak!

Of course, the main thing is the large quantity. There is not even a single person in the huge factory. The electricity is just piled up here and can be picked up at will!

Having devoured most of the energy gathered by dozens of acres of photovoltaic panels, and incidentally provoking the voltage in Night City that was comparable to the blood pressure of the head of the power supply department, Jiang Bing took advantage of the gap left by the drone attack and easily slipped out of the power plant and headed to the abandoned parking lot nearby.

He also arranged an interview.

Chapter 390 The Interview Begins

From a long distance away, he saw a Supron FS3 at the entrance of the parking lot. There were two people standing next to it, repairing the vehicle.

Needless to say, this piece of industrial waste must have broken down.

If Jiang Bing, the "craftsman", is asked to choose his favorite industrial gem, he will definitely be in a dilemma. However, if you ask him which industrial masterpiece he likes, he will definitely recommend the FS3 produced by Mehsupron without hesitation.

Apart from sports cars, this was the first time he saw someone dare to use cheap plastic and textile materials to make vehicle shells.

Once a car accident occurs, it will converge with the philosophy that Volvo has always adhered to.

That is - passengers can die anywhere, but not in the car.

Volvo achieves this concept with solid workmanship, exquisite manufacturing technology and mature safety solutions, while the Mehsupron FS3 achieves this concept with its shitty quality.

No matter who the driver collides with, he or she will usually die on the road, on the roof of the opposite car, on the hood of the rear car, in the green belt on the side, or on the bumper of the car in the opposite lane.

Anyway, no matter where the driver died, he definitely didn't die in the car.

If you're wondering where the seat belt is, here's the funny thing: it's strapped securely to the deceased, along with the cheap plastic seat under his butt.

This is a brilliant record and a golden signboard achieved with an 82% fatality rate in more than 300 car accidents.

Of course, this is not enough to become the industrial Oli Gei in the minds of "craftsmen".

The main reason is that it looks like a van and can carry cargo, but in fact it cannot carry any weight at all. It looks like it can run, but in fact it will stall at any time. It breaks down easily and is also easy to repair. Except for the cheap ones that are like free, it has no advantages at all.

Of course, the most important thing was that the fledgling Jiang Bing was tricked into buying one.

"Hey, you two are on the mend."

Natalie almost pulled out her gun, after all, this was in the Badlands.

However, Jiang Bing's good personal image and the burgundy suit that looked expensive temporarily suppressed her impulse.

"Nathalie Dubois?" Jiang Bing asked.

"Yes, you are?" the female racer asked suspiciously.

"Sable Lyric."

"Oh, you must be Mr. Sabol who is in charge of the interview. You look so handsome. I am Leonardo Costa, Natalie's agent." The old driver rubbed his hands full of engine oil on his butt, and quickly stretched out his hand to flatter.

So Natalie could only stretch out her hand with half a tactical glove on and shake hands with Jiang Bing.

Then the 'craftsman's' eyes lit up noticeably.

"The engine is overheating. Let's leave it here to cool down for a while. There's no water in this damn place to cool you down. You won't be able to start it anytime soon."

Jiang Bing looked through the open car hood and immediately identified the cause of the problem.

"Mr. Sabul also knows about vehicle maintenance?" Leonardo immediately complimented.

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Looking at the hunched 'white-skinned Dexter DeShawn', Jiang Bing could only put on a polite smile and said, "I understand a little bit, a little bit."

He led the two men to an overpass not far from the abandoned parking lot, where an Alvarado V4F 570 Mission was parked.

The unique six-wheel design makes it very eye-catching. It is the car of Gloria, the senior manager, and was temporarily used by Jiang Bing as a test vehicle.

"Let's stop talking nonsense and see you later."

As Natalie gripped the steering wheel, she couldn't believe that an organization would actually recruit rally drivers in this way.

It is indeed full of the local characteristics of Night City.

But her professionalism was there, and this vehicle, which she considered to be industrial waste, was started.

As soon as she stepped on the accelerator, she found that her previous stereotype was extremely wrong.

This car has been modified, and the person who did it must be one of the world's top car modification masters. The force feedback when the car starts is incredible.

Amidst the roar of the engine, which sounded like the roar of a dragon, the car drove smoothly onto the road to the Badlands.

"Mr. Sabul, what is the content of this interview?" The female racing driver hadn't touched a good car for a long time. She subconsciously stepped on the accelerator. The strong push on her back made her at a loss for a moment, and she was thrown hard against the back of the seat.

"Rattlesnake Creek in the south," Jiang Bing pointed out the direction.

"Then you wait and see." Amid Leonardo's screams in the back seat, the racing driver, who wanted to show off his skills, used his hands and feet to swing the heavy and narrow car into a beautiful tailswing, and plunged from the road into the wilderness of the Badlands, speeding all the way.

Although there is no vegetation in the badlands, it is dotted with rocks of various sizes. When the large Alvarado V4F 570 Mission was speeding at a speed of 180 kilometers per hour, many two or three meter high boulders almost brushed past the car, which was extremely thrilling.

But the racer still stepped on the accelerator hard, and while sighing at the powerful performance of the car, he secretly glanced at the face of the interviewer in the passenger seat. Seeing that the other person's face was indifferent, he gritted his teeth and simply stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.

Amidst the slight vibrations of the car, the speed of this heavy behemoth continued to increase slowly until the speed on the instrument finally stopped at above 212 km/h.

212 kilometers per hour.

At this speed, the scenery outside the window has become blurred. The extremely high speed makes all the scenery almost turn into blurred streams of light, passing by quickly on both sides.

The car was already showing signs of taking off. Often, it only needed a ravine or a gentle slope to make the entire car fly over a distance of more than ten meters and crash heavily into the yellow sand.

If it had not been modified with a full set of high-speed reaction components, this car would have been destroyed in Natalie's hands. After all, the speed of an official rally is only about 220 kilometers per hour, and the cars are all specially modified racing vehicles. Whether it is handling, performance or reliability, they are more than ten times better than this heavy and abnormal Alvarado V4F 570 Mission.

Although the performance of this car has now far surpassed the original vehicle.

Even so, with Natalie's prosthetics fully activated, sweat was faintly visible on her forehead, and the hidden "shark gill-style cooling vents" on her waist were already operating at full power.

The soaring car could almost turn a person's internal organs upside down. If the old driver in the back seat had not been fastened with a seat belt, he would probably have flown onto the roof of the car.

Finally, before he could vomit out his morning 'meatloaf sandwich', the co-pilot's examiner finally spoke.

"Stop at the gas station ahead."

So this car, which was larger than a normal car, finally stopped in front of an abandoned gas station after two tail swings.

The female driver took a deep breath and looked at the passenger seat with satisfaction.

"Well, you're impressed by my driving skills, right?" she thought to herself.

Chapter 391: Good Luck

"The warm-up phase is over, and now we will enter the formal interview." Jiang Bing didn't say anything to Natalie, but Leonardo in the back seat was defeated. He pushed the door open, got out of the car, and knelt on the ground vomiting violently.

"Warming up?!" The female driver looked at the interviewer with a look of surprise, who remained calm throughout the interview.

"Do you see the abandoned airport in front?" Jiang Bing reached out and knocked on the control panel, signaling the female driver to look at the large abandoned airport in front of her.

This was originally a military airport, a product of the Fourth Corporate War. Some of the buildings that had collapsed due to wind erosion were buried in the yellow sand, but there was still an empty and flat runway and several dilapidated houses that could be lived in.

"Of course, Mr. Harsh Interviewer." Natalie, who had received professional image management training, blended her complaints into a coquettish tone, expressing both her dissatisfaction and her attitude.

"A group of biker gang members from the Rantokai are entrenched inside, and the exam will focus on them." Unfortunately, Jiang Bing, who had entered the working state, had a solemn expression on his face and was not distracted.

"They?!" The female racer chewed on the word.

"Blow the horn to announce our arrival, then step on the accelerator and smash them and their vehicles into the shape they belong to. Smash these scum into meat paste under the wheels, and grind them into the soil along with their wailing and cruelty." Jiang Bing's tone was flat, but the words he emphasized were cruel and outrageous.

"What, you don't dare?"

"How is that possible, Mr. Sabul? A confrontation of this level can only be considered lukewarm in a rally." The female driver held on with her neck stiff.

"However, this car doesn't even have a corner, and the frame hasn't been specially modified or reinforced. I'm afraid it will fall apart after being installed twice."

Under the other party's gaze, Jiang Bing lightly hammered the crystal ball control system console next to the driver and co-pilot, and a row of hidden buttons popped out.

A button marked with ram was pressed, and the car shook violently. A ram with a conical tip in the center and a wing-shaped structure extending to both sides popped out from both ends and the front of the car.

"Now I have it." Jiang Bing said softly.

The female driver glanced at the remaining buttons such as "Intelligent Self-locking Missile", "Main Gun", "Self-priming Induction Mine", "Active Thermal Induction", "Vector Acceleration", and "EMP Wide-area Impact (Skull)", and swallowed hard.

"Oh God!" ("Oh, Lord!"), what is this car used for? " The female driver was sweating profusely and felt very uncomfortable.

Jiang Bing gave him a slightly strange look and asked casually, "You're not from Night City?"

"Yes, Mr. Sable."

"You haven't been in this city long, have you?" Jiang Bing asked in a tone that sounded as if he had expected it.

Natalie looked a little gloomy, but after a moment's consideration, she decided to tell the truth. "Yes, I originally played for the Italian club Fettes. After a loss in a competition, I stayed in the EU for several months. I only came to Night City in the last two months to look for opportunities."

"Because the 20th rally is being held here?"

"Yes, many car companies have already come here to make plans in advance."

"But no one would want to hire a loser who lost the game and killed his teammates because of hesitation, right?" Jiang Bing easily revealed the other person's most vulnerable part.

"Trying your best to kill your opponent in a fight is the greatest respect for both sides. Natalie Dubois, Italy's blooming 'Steel Rose', this is my advice." Jiang Bing called out the other party's 'stage name'.

"I know." The female driver looked a little gloomy.