The Creators: From Night City

Chapter 184 Knowledge and Power

Fortunately, there is a tunnel underneath this shopping mall. All we need to do is drill through the floor to successfully enter the extensive subway tunnel.

This is also the main reason why Bridget chose it as her temporary base.

The dark tunnel looked no different from the daytime to Jiang Bing. At his speed, he only walked for less than twenty seconds before hearing conversations ahead.

"Dusan, when do you think those Internet surveillance guys will get out of Taiping State?"

"How would I know? You're asking me something that even Boss Bridget isn't sure about."

"Hey, it's not a big deal for the two of us to stay here every day."

"Then go find Placide and tell her you want to change shifts."

The complainer continued to complain, "I don't have the guts to do that. I'm afraid that if I say something, he'll chop me up and feed me to the chickens the next second."

"Then you should just be obedient and suffer here with me."

The next second, two tactical knives flew out from the darkness and accurately pierced the upper part of the two men's noses. The huge force made the tips of the daggers pierce through the back of their heads, killing them with one blow, saving them from the subsequent painful life of standing guard.

The whole process was quick and silent. Apart from the sounds of two dead bodies falling to the ground, the tunnel was extremely quiet.

After passing the two people, light came from the front.

Following the light, Jiang Bing killed his way along the way, and assassinated six groups of guards before reaching his final destination.

This should be a station that has been excavated for less than one-third. The space of about 200 square meters is not large, but it is occupied by dense cables.

These cables extend from the tunnel at the other end and connect to a row of giant servers along the wall.

Several hackers were busy working in front of the huge screen, and there were also several hackers' network access chairs placed in the open space.

This access device with built-in liquid cooling function is a high-end product from Zeta Technology, and each one is not cheap.

All the hackers were busy; it seemed Bree Dole's fierce online offensive was too much for them to handle.

This is also the main reason why Jiang Bing slaughtered everyone above, but the people underground did not react.

"So, where has the internet monitoring dog's nose picked up now?"

The hacker busy at the stage turned around, the cables behind his head waving in a wave. "Their attack just now was extremely fierce. In just a short while, they've cracked most of our honeypots, but the data fortress in cyberspace has not been affected at all."

A deep female voice rang out, "The data barrier of 'Poseidon' is no weaker than Arasaka. These cyber surveillance dogs want to break it from the outside. It's impossible."

"Speed ​​up contact with the outside world. It would be best if we could find a way to connect with the most powerful AI outside the Black Wall. This won't work if we continue like this."

Placide, a burly fellow who resembled the Animal Gang more than the Voodoo Gang, said to Bridget, "I think we should find a few good men, sneak into the Empire Mall under the cover of darkness, and kill the leader of those cyber-monitoring dogs."

"If we keep going like this, they will inevitably find our flaws."

"That's a good idea, but sorry, the Internet monitoring staff thinks the same thing."

"Who?"

Placide shook his hand and pulled out a machete with a guard from under his long windbreaker.

Jiang Bing walked out of the dark tunnel carelessly and bumped into a group of hackers whose artificial eyes were as bright as light bulbs.

If it were someone else, their brain would probably be boiling at this moment, their prosthetic parts would be burned red, and they would have so many puppets on their bodies that they couldn't fit in.

But I'm sorry, Boss Jiang is naturally immune to magic.

This is also the reason why only he and old Logan were involved in this operation.

Because of the Demon Hunter mutation, all the prosthetics installed in the past by Old Logan were expelled from his body due to the recasting of his flesh. Until now, he has not installed any prosthetics again.

For two natural persons to face off against the Voodoo Gang is like pinching a snail with three fingers - they have it in their hands.

The hacking skills were useless, and the combat effectiveness of the dozen or so hackers present was directly destroyed by half.

Hackers who usually specialize in hacking and cracking and call the shots in cyberspace are now being tortured by the cruel reality.

Except for Bridget, the others rarely even participated in battles. Under the protection of the Voodoo Gang, they were all pure-blooded "scientific research hackers."

But their weak bodies did not help them survive at all at this moment.

Only Placide stretched out the machete, rushed to Jiang Bing, and slashed him on the head.

As a hacker, Placide undoubtedly understood the importance of social engineering. He wanted to use this moment to prove to Bridget that there was nothing wrong with his persistence.

A butcher who can't fight and kill is not a good hacker.

But reality cannot be changed by personal will.

The divine power that Placide imagined never appeared. After just one encounter, Jiang Bing easily pushed away the opponent's machete and used the knife to give him a "painful blow to the head".

The blade penetrated the opponent's jaw until the handle was gone.

Placide, who was the hope of more than a dozen hackers present, fell down without a sound, like pushing a golden mountain or overturning a jade pillar.

The scene suddenly became chaotic.

As soon as Bridget raised her gun, Jiang Bing threw a flying knife at her forehead and she fell to the ground.

Then came a rain of precise flying knives.

Even though other hackers have studied network knowledge for decades, it cannot protect them from any attack that is about to fall on them.

Death came as expected.

Jiang Bing stepped over the corpse of the voodoo gang leader who could stop children from crying in Night City, found an interface in front of the operating table, plugged in the data storage box given by Bree Dole, and allowed the "Black Ice" program to spread wildly and occupy the entire server.

Before long, Bree Doyle's face appeared on the big screen.

Jiang Bing took off his mask early, pulled over a chair and sat down, waiting for the other party for a long time.

"You guys are really slow."

Brie Dole was in high spirits after a resounding victory. "Mr. Sabul is indeed quite capable. I've already breached Poseidon's data barrier."

Jiang Bing: "Take the data you want. Don't forget to clean the server before you leave. Don't leave any viruses. I still need it."

"Of course, according to our agreement, these things are all yours." With the support of the Internet surveillance company and a wealthy family, Bri Doerr didn't care about these seven-digit network devices at all.

"Don't forget our deal." Jiang Bing reminded the other party as he watched the 'Poseidon' root server rapidly refreshing a huge amount of code and performing a thorough formatting.

The Internet monitoring agent did not hesitate. "You did such a great job, so I can't let you down. Don't worry, I'll find out what kind of Black Mewtwo the other party likes in a week at most."

"Then I'll wait and see."

Chapter 185 How to dress elegantly

Jiang Bing returned the same way, holding the data board in the corner, and admired the acid rain under the eaves of the mall for half an hour before dozens of cars finally arrived.

What followed was boring and repetitive physical labor. Fortunately, [Anti-Entropy] was no longer in the embarrassing situation when it was first established and had only a dozen people and seven or eight guns.

The dozen or so strong men in the car were all very strong. In addition, all the Voodoo Gang members were wiped out. The Internet monitor got the data from the "Poseidon" and kept chasing the other party on the Internet to roast their brains. The group had plenty of time to collect the spoils.

There is nothing much to say about what happened next. What needed to be dismantled was dismantled, what needed to be installed was installed, and even the prosthetic parts on the corpses were looted by Jiang Bingquan who returned to his old business.

There was so much spoils that Gloria, who was in charge of remote coordination, simply sent out more than a dozen vehicles. They went back and forth until dawn, and then they called off the troops and returned home.

………………

Tom's Restaurant.

V, the exclusive driver who recently took up his post, parked his car on the side of the road at the door and watched Jiang Bing walk into the hotel.

Boss Jiang was dressed very formally. After entering the store, he sat down at the wobbly table as if he was familiar with the place. He wiped the glass facing the Embers Restaurant again to make it clearer.

Mr. Blue Eyes seemed to be squatting nearby. Jiang Bing had just sat down for two minutes and the sofa had not even warmed up when he came in from the back door and sat down opposite him without any hesitation.

Jesse walked over wearing the brown apron that seemed to never change.

"What would you two like to eat?"

"The price of synthetic meat has increased recently, and the prices of some dishes have also increased. Please be careful to distinguish them."

His words were filled with the indifference of cattle and horses towards worldly affairs and hard work, and were filled with the strange beauty of "just make do with it, what's the harm in dying?"

But the two of them only ordered two glasses of real water.

Just as Jesse was about to roll her eyes, a large-denomination Euro cash was handed to her, sealing her complaints in time.

There's no 'demonized' tipping culture in Night City in this world. In fact, most of the people who can come here to eat are poor people who would rather spend every penny carefully.

Mr. Blue Eyes watched Jiang Bing's actions with his blue eyes, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Why, do you think I would choose a place like that for our meeting?"

Jiang Bing knocked on the freshly cleaned glass towards the other party. Across the glass was the Embers restaurant.

"It won't have any impact."

"After all, I don't go there often."

Mr. Blue Eyes's well-tailored suit seemed a bit of an eyesore in this shabby restaurant, but it did not affect his treating this shabby canteen for the common people as a high-end reception room for the upper class.

He leaned on the greasy and dirty bench, crossing his legs leisurely.

"Sabul, I didn't expect you to contact me so soon."

"Actually, I didn't think you'd ever contact me."

Jiang Bing shrugged, "If you don't use the favor, it will be invalid after it expires."

“That’s really straightforward.”

Mr. Blue Eyes drummed his fingers on his knee.

"Tell me, what do you need from me?"

"I'm planning to open a company, a formal one."

"What's your main business?"

"Synthetic meat."

“It’s a good investment direction.”

With access to a wealth of information on all aspects of Night City, Mr. Blue Eyes is well aware of the recent market fluctuations.

"That's how business works. When there's an opportunity, you need to seize it."

Jiang Bing stroked his water cup and replied with his own opinion, "Even if there are no opportunities, we must learn to actively create them."

"It seems that you have a good understanding of the nature of business."

Mr. Blue Eyes finished this sentence out of habit, and his expression suddenly became a little strange.

He asked with a hint of suspicion, "You know that the biotech protein farm was destroyed by a natural disaster, a tornado, right?"

Jiang Bing knew what the other party wanted to ask, but he was not prepared to answer, so he could only remain silent.

"tsk"

Mr. Blue Eyes looked at Jiang Bing over and over again, but ultimately chose not to ask any further questions.

If you want to show your strength, you can't just go into battle shirtless, shouting and killing. This will only expose your lack of confidence. You need to be gentle and subtle, and reveal the truth in your words. You need to thread the needle and let the target guess, solve the doubts, and get the answers himself.

Obviously, Jiang Bing was very successful in showing off his muscles this time.

“Where do you want to locate the factory?”

"Taiping Prefecture." Jiang Bing's reply was still concise.

"We're well-informed. The Internet censors just dealt a heavy blow to the Voodoo Gang. Now's the perfect time to enter..."

Halfway through his words, Mr. Blue Eyes seemed to suddenly react and glanced at Jiang Bing with an even more suspicious look, trying to find some clues from his stern face and subtle body movements.

But he failed. Jiang Bingchao's superb control over his body made his acting look nothing like acting.

"It seems Mr. Sabur has his own 'business strategy'."

Jiang Bing let the other party run wildly in the direction of self-destruction in silence.

Seeing that the other party refused to talk, Mr. Blue Eyes wisely chose to let go of the topic.

"What will you name the company?"

"Okay, come again."

This food company wants to do legitimate business next, so it has to cut ties with [Anti-Entropy], at least on the surface.