The Creators: From Night City

He looked at the part of Dolio's body where she was shot, his face full of gloom. It was just a voodoo gang's stronghold, and she was almost killed.

"I can't lead you to fight the Voodoo Gang just for Rebecca's life. Rebecca's life is life, and everyone's life is life too."

Mann's face was frighteningly cold. He seemed to be back in that rainy day, standing blankly in front of the biotechnology building, watching Sasha fall heavily from a high altitude onto the roof of the car in front of him.

As always, he could only stand there, powerless to do anything.

But as the captain, he is responsible for the rest of the team.

The pain was like thousands of insects gnawing at his heart, almost eating away all the flesh and blood of this strong man.

Mann's words were so practical that Lucy couldn't help but feel sad.

"Click."

The sound of data cables plugging and unplugging broke the heavy atmosphere at the scene.

Jiang Bing gently picked up Rebecca's body, which weighed less than 100 pounds, and walked out of the room first under the gaze of everyone.

A few moments.

Under the watchful eyes of Mann, Dolio, David, Lucy, and nearly half of the people from Taiping State, a heavy-duty hovercraft belonging to the trauma team was launched from low-Earth orbit in space. Its flashing lights cut through the night sky and landed at the door of the unfinished building.

The shrill alarm alerted the surrounding areas, and a double-barreled machine gun was enough to deter any bystanders with malicious intentions.

Under the command of the trauma team leader, two paramedics gave Rebecca simple treatment and carried her to the hovercraft on a stretcher.

The trauma team leader, wrapped in a heavy explosion-proof suit, ignored Jiang Bing's armor and enthusiastically approached the group, flattering Jiang Bing: "Respected Mr. Sabul, do you have any further instructions?"

Mann and his companions were filled with surprise. The trauma team members, who were usually violent and cold-faced, were now so arrogant and respectful.

There is no other reason, Jiang Bing used his money power.

The monthly premium for a Trauma Squad Platinum member is 13500 euros, but this is only the initial premium. There is an additional charge of 100 euros per minute of field work, and the cost of bullets and medical treatment are calculated separately.

Of course, the trauma team also supports temporary insurance, but the price is more expensive.

However, as one of the best medical groups in the world, their medical technology is absolutely impeccable. Based on Rebecca's injuries, it is not a big problem for the trauma team.

Of course, the money has to be enough.

Jiang Bing just bought a temporary platinum membership for Rebecca, and together with the prepaid medical expenses, he spent a total of 100 million euros.

It’s no surprise that the trauma team leader was so deferential in the face of such lavish spending.

The four people who were used to being poor never thought that there would be such a solution to Rebecca's dilemma. They looked at each other in silence for a while.

The money was spent, and Jiang Bing simply waved his hand to signal Dolio, who was shot in the body, to get in the car with him, so Mann naturally followed him to heaven.

Watching the taillights of the hovercraft gradually disappear in the night sky, Jiang Bing waved his hand, signaling the two to follow him and hurry up to evacuate the battlefield.

Having just spent a large sum of money, Jiang Bing was anxious to get his money back.

Because the space in Mackinaw Larrimore was limited, and for confidentiality reasons, they could not plunder the spoils like the "Masked Demon". Under the command of Jiang Bing, the three of them only hastily collected the most valuable spoils and slipped away before others arrived.

In the car, Jiang Bing looked at the Bati Hotel in the sea view area in the northwest with a curious look on his face. It was the Voodoo Gang's lair in Taiping Prefecture.

How could Jiang, who has always been vindictive, swallow such a huge loss silently? Not bullying others is a good deed for him.

He is not Mann, who has the will but not the power. He has money when he wants it and he has power when he wants it.

As I said, no one who provokes [Anti-Entropy] will have any good thing happen to him. He will die!

At this moment, Jiang Bing was already thinking about how to help the Voodoo Gang and these black guys reach paradise as soon as possible.

Day two.

Jiang Bing was performing a routine checkup on Pira while surrounded by Mann's team.

On the TV next to it, the news bulletin from News Channel 54 was playing.

According to our station, a hurricane suddenly made landfall from the ocean yesterday evening, sweeping across Taiping State. However, aside from the Batti Hotel, the hurricane did not cause significant damage to other buildings in Taiping State, nor did it spread to the main city. Residents of Night City can continue working in peace. Regarding the sudden onset of this hurricane, whether it was caused by some sort of experiment conducted by the Arasaka Corporation, we would like to ask the meteorological experts at Military Technology for the answers...

The atmosphere in the temporary room used as a ward was a bit subtle. Everyone looked at Boss Jiang who was yawning, intentionally or unintentionally, but they all kept their mouths shut.

No one is a fool, but at this moment everyone seems to have become a fool.

Pyrrha was paying more attention to something. At this moment, he was no longer as lively as before and his face was solemn.

"Mr. Sable, I will find a way to repay you for Rebecca's medical expenses."

Jiang Bing waved his hand, "4700 euros."

Pyrrha was a little confused by Jiang Bing's words.

"I said, the cost of your surgery is 4700 euros, including the cost of subsequent recuperation."

Seeing Pyrrha's puzzled expression, Jiang Bing continued, "As for Rebecca's medical expenses, she is an employee of [Anti-Entropy] and was injured on the job."

Hearing Jiang Bing say this, Pira and everyone else suddenly thought of a possibility, and the eyes of everyone present began to widen.

Jiang Bing lived up to everyone's expectations and expressed what everyone was thinking.

"The company reimbursed her."

Everyone present had a thought in their mind: "I want to join [Anti-Entropy]!"

Chapter 65 The Strongest Welder in the Universe

in the afternoon.

Jiang Bingzheng yawned and listened lazily to Gloria's work report.

The content is still the same two things: money and people.

Fortunately, with the addition of Rogge, the fish caught from the waters near Yamatai began to be shipped.

These expensive seafoods have greatly alleviated the ever-approaching fiscal deficit of [Anti-Entropy].

And people.

Mainly the addition of Mann's team.

After the rescue operation involving Rebecca, everyone became interested in Anti-Entropy, so Mann cleverly found Gloria, the head of human resources, to discuss replacing the outsourcing contract with a labor contract.

Although most companies advertise good treatment, marginalized people who have suffered losses from the companies are skeptical about this.

But the approach of [Anti-Entropy] is indeed surprising.

What you do is always more convincing than what you say.

This also shows how important it is to follow the right boss.

The two parties have been cooperating for a long time and know each other well, so there is certainly no problem with this matter.

In addition, the next major human resource gap for [Anti-Entropy] is the drivers responsible for delivery.

After what happened with Rebecca, the delivery personnel need to be re-planned.

Fortunately, Jiang Bing had a plan for this.

After all, this poor and barren land lacks everything except wanderers who are skilled and capable of fighting.

However, he first planned to go on a long trip to get some useful tools for the employees who were about to join the company.

…………

Plane numbered HXXD-G09234.

Ishimura No.

The narrow corridor of the ship was very messy. The flickering lights and the bloodstains on the ground added a bit of eerie atmosphere.

"The body is gone."

The thought flashed through Isaac Clarke's mind.

Walking along the path he came from, there were still marks on the wall left by his fierce battle with those monsters, which proved that his imagination was not groundless.

Apart from the crackling sound of electricity and the sound of metal work boots hitting the floor, the surroundings were eerily quiet.

It was as if the hundreds of employees on this 1.615km long giant planet-crushing ship had never existed.

This is naturally impossible.

Isaac knew clearly in his heart that they had all become monsters.

And I have greeted him several times, although it made everyone unhappy at the time.

The abnormal silence made his heart beat faster involuntarily and his breathing became heavier. The moist air dampened the helmet mask of the intermediate engineer's work clothes, but it was quickly dried by the micro-ventilation turbine.

Isaac turned on the RIG panel on his wrist, projected the map in front of him, and activated the beam navigation function to make sure he was heading in the right direction.

RIG, the full name of which is Resource Integration Gear, is the most widely used type of personal health status monitoring device in the world.

This medical monitoring system, originally designed for elderly patients, has been widely promoted throughout society due to its practicality. Workers on the Ishimura naturally have one each.

It is like the smartphone of the 21st century, an indispensable smart device for people's work and life.

In addition to health monitoring, it also stores the user's unique biometric information and authorization code, which is equivalent to an ID card in society. On the Ishimura, different levels of authorization codes also act as key cards.

It also includes functions such as point-to-point communication, listening to radio information, navigation, storing information, digital payment, etc.

Moreover, as a resource integration device, it can also be equipped with different components according to different scenarios and is compatible with different protective clothing, so as to flexibly support various tasks.

A slight sound suddenly came from the end of the corridor, causing Isaac to involuntarily tighten his grip on the plasma cutter in his hand. This mining tool used to cut ore, after a simple modification by this experienced engineer, was also very efficient for cutting flesh.

As he continued to move forward, the rustling sound gradually became louder, as if there was a ferocious beast in the darkness, grinding its teeth and sucking blood, waiting for its prey to come to it.

Rubbing the static force field launch port on his left hand, Isaac gritted his teeth and continued walking.

Since he wanted to go to the medical area to find his girlfriend, he could only go to the maintenance area in front, find the RIG of the field doctor, and obtain the authorization code to pass through the medical area.

Suddenly, the vent at the back fell down, hitting the metal floor with a loud noise.

Almost at the same time, there were intensive sounds of walking and crawling at both ends of the corridor.

'Oops! '

Knowing that he was being attacked from both sides, the engineer immediately sped up his pace, wanting to deal with the enemy in front first to avoid being attacked from both sides.

As he rushed forward, the light on his chest illuminated the darkness, leaving the two zombies nowhere to hide.

Stimulated by the light, the two extremely hideous corpses let out shrill roars and rushed towards Isaac.

"Whizzing!"

Two horizontal plasma streams, like two scorching-hot razors, cut off the calves of the two zombies in front of them like a hot knife cutting butter.

The unequal length of their left and right legs caused the two zombies, who were only able to move instinctively, to fall to the ground awkwardly, but driven by their bloodthirsty instincts, they still crawled forward desperately.

Several more plasma streams accurately cut into the limbs of a corpse, almost cutting it into a human pig.

Isaac Clarke seemed to be back in his days as a miner, and these monsters were no more difficult to cut than the cold and hard ores.

However, minerals cannot walk on their own, nor do they have two mutated bone spur arms that are strong enough to pierce the human body.

Just as Isaac, with the touch he had developed from years of cutting ore, accurately cut another zombie blocking his way into a human pig, the enemy behind the corridor also approached.

The stench of high-temperature roasted protein filled the corridor. Isaac turned around and threw a ball of static energy at the zombie that was rushing in front, trapping it in a slow time field, thus blocking the pursuers from behind.

The light swept across the darkness, and Isaac's heartbeat suddenly accelerated. He didn't care about the two pigs squirming desperately on the ground, and sprinted forward madly.

The zombies following behind him were as numerous as a tide, more than a dozen in number.

In this death race, Isaac was far ahead, but the hatch in front of him needed time to verify, unlock and open, and the danger of death was not far away.

"Hurry up!"

Staring at the slowly opening hatch in front of him, Isaac's hands were covered in sweat.

He turned around and emptied the energy of the plasma cutter in his hand, cutting off several thighs and arms, but compared to the huge group of zombies, it still seemed like a drop in the bucket.

Finally, the hatch opened wide enough, and Isaac dodged the sharp bone spurs that stabbed his kidneys and rushed into the corridor behind the door in a panic.

However, the two sides were too close to each other, causing the group of zombies to rush into the corridor behind the door before it closed.

There was no other way, Isaac could only curse and run for his life, while searching the corridor for any sharp objects that could be used as ammunition for the kinetic module.

However, the corridor was surprisingly clean. There was no corpse or bloodstains. Even the storage boxes and garbage that were everywhere were gone without a trace.

It was so clean it looked like it had just been stormed.

Chapter 66: Cutting for Sauce