The Creators: From Night City

"There's no point in saying more. I'm sure you've already understood that hesitation will lead to defeat." Jiang Bing knocked on the operating table to call the other party's attention.

"Your driving skills are excellent, and while your prosthetic modifications aren't world-class, you can still tell they were created by a top-tier team."

Amidst the other party's surprised and even somewhat horrified expression, Jiang Bing began to describe in detail the other party's entire body of prosthetics.

"A 'keel' spine used to amplify the speed of central nervous system signal transmission; a dynamic visual iris; carbon fiber tendon bundles; and phase-changing circulating skin." Jiang Bing looked at the other person's beautiful face and delicate makeup, and at the bionic skin on her forehead, his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the flesh and bones and penetrate deep into her brain.

"You've also done some brain modifications similar to the quantum membrane, so you can maintain this high-speed reaction ability for a long time, but a normal set of Sianweistan can't run the whole way."

Natalie Dubois felt like she had been stripped naked.

The prosthetic modification plans and information of the racing drivers can be said to be the top priority of every team. They are the most precious information and cannot be leaked easily.

"Have you sent someone to check on me?" The female driver only thought of this possibility.

"There's no need for that. You're not as important as you think." Jiang Bing slid back into the comfortable leather chair.

"Anyway, that's the content of the interview. It's up to you whether you do it or not."

The female driver's expression was uncertain, but in the end she gritted her teeth and honked the horn.

The piercing noise attracted the attention of the members of the Luan Dao Society at the distant airport. The roar of the female driver's throttle caused an uproar among the Luan Dao Society members at the airport.

Inside the airport, several members of the Luan Dao Society were drinking and bragging around an iron barrel bonfire, cursing and reaching for guns from tables and chairs. One of them approached the door and was about to peek out to see the fearless Chun'er Guo'er shouting at him when a "micro semi-trailer" accelerated to the limit and crashed into them head-on.

Ah hi hi, good luck is coming!

The thin iron door didn't stop them for even 0.1 seconds. The Alvarado V4F 570 envoys rushed directly into the room at a speed of 200 km/h. With their prosthetics fully powered, their eyes constantly shining with a bright blue light, and the radiator grille behind their heads constantly spewing out hot air, Natalie fine-tuned the situation. At a subtle angle, they ran over the group of Luan Dao Society members gathered in front of the table.

Now these people are really "broken into dust".

Gunfire rang out instantly.

However, the Alvarado V4F 570 Mission, which had activated its defense program in advance, had all its windows sealed with thick maraging steel plates. Relying on the crystal ball system (a holographic display that relies on multiple cameras to form an image of the outside world on the front glass, originally used in military vehicles, but the increasingly severe security environment quickly caused this technology to sink into the civilian market), Natalie still drove the bulky car as nimbly as an extended limb.

A member of the Luan Dao Society with a cockscomb haircut and wearing a colorful windbreaker, dressed like a peacock, had his pupils shrink as he ran towards his motorcycle. Facing the speeding car, his legs equipped with the "League of Legends" tendons temporarily saved his life, pushing him away from the path of the Alvarado V4F 570 Mission before he was turned into a pulp by the horns.

But unfortunately, his opponent is a world-class racing driver and a wasteland rally driver with plenty of experience in crashing into people.

Natalie just turned the steering wheel lightly and stepped on the brakes twice, and then she successfully performed a fierce tail swing, successfully sending the member of the Luan Dao Society who had escaped death back under the wheels.

There was no wailing, only a slight sound of something breaking.

Chapter 392 Son of the Evil Land

The car, as heavy as a tank, only bumped slightly, but it left a bloody rut and directly split an Apollo motorcycle that had just started into two halves, along with the person on it.

The engines are roaring and the passion is burning.

The rally champion candidate, who had untied his knot and unlocked the jade lock, showed overwhelming strength compared to these minions.

She gently turned the steering wheel and used the side of the ram to cut a large hole in the Colby "Hunter" parked at the roller shutter door. Under the other party's bewildered gaze, she reversed and squeezed two abandoned trash cans and a female member of the Luan Dao Society who looked like a Painted Skin Ghost into a ball in the corner.

The car, which was obviously very bulky, was controlled by the other party and moved flexibly between several steel pillars like a dragon, sending anyone who dared to appear in her sight to another world.

"Well done, keep up the good work."

Natalie was about to say something modest after receiving the compliment, but then she heard another sentence: "You continue, I'm going to do something downstairs."

She only felt the car body shake violently, followed by the sound of the passenger door closing.

She was about to turn around to look at the co-pilot in horror when she saw Jiang Bing walking up the stairs to the second floor on the display screen of the "crystal ball".

'How did he get out? ' A huge doubt came to her mind.

But soon, it started to rain "people" from the sky, and a large number of members of the Luan Dao Society who were hiding on the second floor were cleared out and fell to the hard ground like dumplings.

Natalie gritted her teeth and began to work on the road.

……

When the wheels rolled over the last candidate's still twitching body, the candidate finally completed his interview.

The car door was opened, and Jiang Bing threw a bruised female homeless person on the back seat and sat in the passenger seat himself.

"You passed the interview, come back."

Resisting the urge to vomit, Natalie stepped on the accelerator and drove out of the factory covered with a carpet of blood and flesh.

Of course, when Leonardo finally caught his breath and looked up at the two people who had returned, the first thing that caught his eye was a red tire with blood and flesh evenly distributed in the gap and on the chassis.

He even saw half of the prosthetic eye, which had been grown so large, stuck in the gap, staring at him with painful eyes.

"啕~"

The nausea he had just suppressed came over him again.

…………

A professional car rally team consists of approximately 30-50 people.

In addition to the core driver and navigator, there must also be a chief engineer responsible for overall vehicle tuning and optimizing track adaptability; a data engineer who analyzes vehicle telemetry data in real time and provides advice; manufacturer-assigned technicians who are responsible for providing cutting-edge technical support; media and public relations specialists; and strategic analysts who analyze opponent data and provide race stage environment predictions. Of course, the most important thing is the medical team composed of prosthetic experts and human medicine experts.

Add in the accessories and spare parts managers, the logistics staff, and an indeterminate number of maintenance technicians, and all in all there must be at least thirty to fifty people.

Fortunately, Anti-Entropy is no longer what it used to be. It is no longer just a few small companies. Anti-Entropy has relevant talents to handle most of the work.

Only the position of navigator was left vacant.

Jiang Bing's identity is definitely not suitable for being exposed to the spotlight, but due to the high requirements for his image, this important task fell on Vincent, whose driving skills are not top-notch but has high combat power.

If nothing unexpected happens, he will become famous this time.

As the day of the competition draws closer, the originally desolate wasteland begins to become lively.

First of all, a large number of FIA workers were responsible for surveying the track, installing necessary instruments at key track nodes, and building a large number of buildings on the suspended tunnel construction site to accommodate various team personnel, staff, media personnel, and even security personnel.

Fortunately, most of this part of the work was contracted to the Ye Group, and with the Ye Group's excellent professional qualities, a large number of modular buildings were built in a short period of time.

Then there are the media and the crews of the major racing teams who have scouted the track and collected data in advance; and there are also the loyal spectators from all over the world who can't wait to get a glimpse of the real competition venue and are scattered all over the Badlands along the track.

A Beamon heavy truck mixed in the endless stream of traffic and drove into a construction site that had been greatly changed. It turned and twisted among the busy crowd and finally drove into a spacious building made of mobile boards with a sign that said "Come Back Later".

Qiwei rarely left the gate of Base No. 6. She was responsible for all network-related work for this competition. At this moment, she was sitting in front of a mobile data processing terminal, typing on the keyboard, reviewing various steps, and checking the preparation list.

"The truck is here!" Falco stuck his head out from the cab of the Beamon heavy truck. As the head of the transportation department, it was not actually his turn to drive the delivery, but out of his love for racing, Falco still participated in the whole process with great enthusiasm.

"What a muscular beauty." Pyrrha, wearing retro technician goggles, danced as she got out of the passenger seat.

As a technical expert, he participated in the entire process of transforming this racing car.

"Is there any problem?" Mann, the security director of the "Okay Come Again" team, asked in a deep voice.

"No, Falco and I watched the inspection conducted by the organizer's technical staff the whole time. They were just going through the motions and didn't touch this beauty." Pira was almost drooling. She couldn't wait to open the trunk of the Behemoth heavy truck and use a special car mover to tow down the protagonist of this competition - a matte black cyber chariot.

There is a saying in the aviation manufacturing industry.

A good plane does not necessarily have to be beautiful in appearance, but a beautiful plane is definitely good.

This statement usually applies to high-end cars, but it is less applicable to the car in front of the public.

This racing car named "Son of the Badlands" has all its parts hand-made, and the overall exterior design was created by Jiang Bing, the team's chief engineer.

As a work of Jiang Bing, it is full of his design concepts from beginning to end, from the engine to the tires.

The force is so strong that bricks fly, and the materials are stacked to perfection.

But this doesn't mean it doesn't look good.

The entire car is 6.2 meters long and 2.5 meters wide. The whole car gives people the feeling of a streamlined anvil that has been repeatedly hammered by a forging hammer, with a full sense of texture.

The front hood of the car is slightly raised, standing like the back of a stegosaurus. Under the two longitudinally raised "power ribs" are densely packed two-way grille ventilation fans. Even if the car has not started, you can still vaguely see the metallic appearance of the turbocharger inside.

The car only has two doors, and Jiang Bing has packed the back seat with technology and hard work.

Chapter 393 Undercurrent

We have to thank the legendary FIA CDO (Development Director) François for this. In order to ensure the intensity and viewing experience of the competition, he directly lifted the restrictions on vehicle models. As long as the appearance and size of the participating vehicles of major manufacturers are not too extreme, they can basically pass the pre-race review.

In order to maximize the overall defense of the car, the doors are made of flaky chrome armor plates with a thickness of 5 cm.

The entire side of the vehicle is welded with this fish-scale laminated armor, and the edge of each steel plate is carefully polished to be as sharp as a knife, making it easy to tear flesh from the opponent when scratching.

In order to adapt to the badlands environment and also to take into account speed, the rear wheel arches of this car are expanded into exaggerated arcs, wrapping around ultra-wide special flexible metal tires with a diameter of 1.2 meters.

This thing is incredibly expensive, but its protective capabilities are equally high.

Coupled with the steel-framed tail wing at the rear end and the welded serrated spoilers covering the wing surface, it looks like a cyber beast quietly lying dormant from a distance.

Thanks to Jiang Bing's superb craftsmanship and design ability, he carved out shark gill-like air ducts on the rear side of the front wheel arch of this steel fortress, and carved out a large number of micro-serrated structures on the edge of the A-pillar, which actively induces controllable small vortices, delays airflow separation, and maintains laminar coverage area.

Not to mention the deformable front lip and grille, retractable side skirts, and adaptive rear wing that make this muscle car unprecedentedly move a long way towards aerodynamics.

A crowd of people gathered around the car, but the designer Jiang Bing was nowhere to be seen.

He is connecting now.

Although this abandoned rail tunnel construction site is large in scale, it has no buildings such as rooftops. However, this did not prevent Mr. Blue Eyes from finding a commanding height to hide.

"I suspect you have a voyeurism problem." Jiang Bing climbed up the rock and sighed to the person he was meeting with who was standing with his hands behind his back.

"Why else would you choose a place like this every time?"

"It's just a little personal hobby." Mr. Blue Eyes changed his skin this time. His suit turned into a standard work suit of the Ye family, and he also wore a safety helmet on his head.

"Why, overlooking your business empire?"

"I heard you participated in the Wasteland Rally. Are you interested in getting into the automotive industry?"

"Food, clothing, housing and transportation, these four industries are like a golden lake that never dries up. Who doesn't want to get involved?" Jiang Bing hugged his sleeves, feeling the biting cold wind of the bad land.

Mr. Blue Eyes chuckled twice, thinking it was just a joke from Jiang Bing.

"Are you confident that you can get a ranking?" He asked casually, looking at the dense and busy crowd not far away.

"certainly"

This is bad land, and the home advantage is huge.

"Do you know the Pink House?" Mr. Blue Eyes suddenly blurted out a completely unrelated term.

"Pink House?" Jiang Bing repeated doubtfully.

"A veritable den of venality, a gathering place for the highest class, a place where desires are sold, a den of filth, a club exclusively for the very best."

"I've been in Night City for so many years, why haven't I heard any news?" Jiang Bing suspected that the other party was fooling him.

"Of course you haven't heard of it, because it was not active in Night City before." Mr. Blue Eyes answered Jiang Bing's doubts.

"Before this?"

"This is an organization that is mainly active in the African continent, and its background is very mysterious." Mr. Blue Eyes looked at the badlands not far away.

"With this Wasteland Rally, they've spread their tentacles into Night City."

Jiang Bing suddenly realized, "I'm here to grab your territory, right? Tell me where it is, who to kill, how many to kill, and what's the price."

Mr. Blue Eyes turned his head, his eyes somewhat speechless.

"I suggest using more wisdom. Constant violence will not solve the problem."

"But it's the people who can solve the problems they create." Jiang Bing added the second half of the sentence.

"It's still your usual style." Mr. Blue Eyes held his breath in his heart for a long time, and finally could only utter this sentence.

"I have no conflicts with them. The Pink House is just a top-level intermediary organization. They are very smart. Whenever they go to a place, they often make friends with the local tyrants before doing business."

"Moreover, their business is all about making a quick buck, and they don't get involved in the disputes of the locals."

"Of course, setting up gambling houses is also their main business."

Jiang Bing chewed on a few words and then spit out his guess.

"Betting on cars?"

"Don't you think this is the perfect gambling target? It's grand, intense, full of variables, and most importantly, difficult to manipulate."

"I have to advise you that nine out of ten people will lose when gambling, and you will lose if you gamble for a long time." Jiang Bing pretended to be an experienced person and advised.

"A car manufacturing plant located in Watson District, with a complete production line and all the necessary paperwork, can be transferred at any time." Mr. Blue Eyes made the offer.

Jiang Bing's playful smile suddenly dropped, "Deal, tell me, I want that convoy to disappear."

“I need to win, and I need to be first.”