The Creators: From Night City

Therefore, the style of the company name had to be closer to the local characteristics of Night City. Jiang Bing referred to the "Whole Food Factory" of the Vortex Gang and racked his brains to come up with such a loud and elegant name.

As for the effect, the subtle expression on the other person's face can tell everything.

Just as the emotional blue-eyed man was about to express his opinion on this, the glass door of Tom's Hotel was kicked open from outside.

"Don't move, it's robbery!"

The leading robber was wearing a gaudy devil mask on his face and fired two shots at the ceiling as he entered the room.

A lot of information immediately flashed through Jiang Bing's mind.

"A kinetic energy pistol from Haixiao, Nue. Judging by the sound of the gunshot, it seems like another idiot who doesn't care about the gun and isn't afraid of it exploding."

Tsunami is a Japanese arms dealer headquartered in Osaka. It specializes in providing weapon customization services for high-end users, and of course, it also does business with the general public.

The company's products are very recognizable, and the names of its weapons are basically derived from names recorded in Japanese legends.

Nekomata, Nue, Rakshasa, Ashura... are all his products.

The diners present seemed calm and unfazed by the robbery.

"Don't be anxious. Is the Mewtwo recording turned on?" the robber behind him reminded quietly.

The robber who fired the shot had obviously smoked something to give himself courage before the action, and was now a little abnormally excited.

"Of course, don't worry, Raj."

"Damn it, are you stupid? Don't call me by my name."

Chapter 186 How Black Mewtwo Was Born

"Oh oh oh." The other party is now in a state of intracranial orgasm, and his reaction is several beats slower than usual.

"What are you looking at, idiot? Hand over all your money." The drug-addicted guy pointed a gun at the boss Tom, his words and behavior were very exaggerated.

This was intentional on their part; they were currently recording Black Mewtwo's 'robbery reality show', and their emotions and actions needed to be as full as possible.

In addition, this group of street thugs not only have no performance experience, but have not even attended school for a few days, so we cannot expect them to have much professional quality.

Mewtwo, a virtual reality system, uses a recording device implanted in the human body to record a segment containing images, sounds, feelings, spatial information, etc., which can be processed and produced by Mewtwo editors to form experiential content.

It is a cyberpunk version of VR movie.

It's just that Mewtwo is more real and realistic. It is a virtual reality technology that directly intervenes in the human brain. The picture is formed in the brain, and the experiencer will simultaneously experience everything the photographer feels and has experienced, including emotions, touch, and physical sensations.

In Night City, Mewtwo is one of the most popular forms of entertainment. It digitally records the experiences of others and transfers them into the viewer's nervous system through fixed devices, allowing users to fully experience everything the recorder wants them to experience.

This is simply the most perfect "nipple pleasure" product.

With just a Mewtwo headband, you, a loser in the real world, can experience the feeling of being in paradise on earth with those "upper class" who spend their days partying, gambling and whoring; or you can immerse yourself in the carefully crafted characters created by Mewtwo's editors and experience the perfectly planned plot; whether it's the old-fashioned hero saving the damsel in distress, the overbearing CEO, or the classic prince's revenge, the warrior saving the world; or you can become the hero or heroine of Tokyo Fever, which is almost the same as taking part in the action yourself.

These characteristics make it a cheap spiritual drug for the public.

But legal things are always confined by the framework of the law, so black Mewtwo like robbery, murder, being murdered, rape, and being raped began to become popular through various secret channels.

The principle of Mewtwo dictates that if you want to achieve the best shooting effect, you must do it for real. You can't act out a good work.

To commit murder, one must actually kill someone; to be murdered, one must actually be killed.

After a long period of internal circulation in the market, Black Mewtwo has evolved from the above-mentioned small-scale operations to scales such as "frying people alive", "sawing off five limbs alive", and "squeezing juice from people alive with a hydraulic press".

This group of armed robbers are the lowest level shrimps in the entertainment industry. They can only shoot some low-level Black Super Dream and make a little money to barely make ends meet.

This is the result of the filmmaker taking a nearly lethal dose of drugs before starting in order to improve the competitiveness of the film.

But that would only increase the selling price slightly. After all, it was not uncommon to see Black Mewtwo who was sucked to death in the black market.

"This is not the way to do business. There is too much homogeneity and a lack of core competitiveness." Mr. Blue Eyes remained calm in the face of the robbery and was still in the mood to express his business opinions to Jiang Bing.

He really likes doing business.

"Hurry up!"

I heard my companions' urging calls from outside the door.

"The police will be here soon, and nothing will go well for us then."

The NCPD is relatively ineffective, but that is also based on the premise that criminals do not commit crimes under their noses.

The robber in the store who wasn't on drugs immediately responded: "Right away!"

The man who took too much drugs couldn't stop drooling. He grabbed the money Tom handed over and turned to look at his companion.

"But this is not exciting enough. We need to add more fuel to the fire."

"Don't make trouble, just go away."

The drugged robber was running around the store and immediately set his sights on Jiang Bing's table.

It's because he and Mr. Blue Eyes are wearing the most high-end clothes that they look out of place.

When he walked over, Jiang Bing saw that Vincent, who was hiding at the door, had raised the gun in his hand.

"You two, quickly take off your clothes and hand over all your valuables."

The drug-addicted robbers obviously thought the two men were rich people looking for fun and wanted to kill the rich and help the poor.

Mr. Blue Eyes was fearless and took the opportunity to continue talking to Jiang Bing about his business philosophy.

“The most important thing in doing business is to have good vision.”

"Damn it, I'm tired of living." Seeing that the two men were indifferent to him, the robber, who was a little confused, shot at the glass between them. As a result, gunshots rang out simultaneously at the door of the store the next second.

The other robber subconsciously turned his head to look back, but Tom seized the opportunity in a second and blasted him away with a double-barreled shotgun he took out from the counter, causing him to hit a table.

When Tom moved the muzzle of the shotgun towards Jiang Bing's table, he found that the other party was pressed down on the table, with half of the glass ashtray deeply embedded in his temple.

However, this was not Jiang Bing's masterpiece, but was smashed in by Mr. Blue Eyes.

"BOSS, are you okay?" Vincent peeked in at the door and just as he saw the robbers about to point their guns at Jiang Bing, he quickly pulled out his gun and shot the two thugs at the door. He wanted to rush into the store to protect his boss, but he found that the two robbers inside were already lying down.

Jiang Bing waved his hand to indicate that everything was fine.

Tom came out from the counter and apologized to the customers first, then asked Jesse to help him throw the two bodies into the alley outside the store and wait for someone to come and collect them.

But in fact, most customers were not that frightened. Except for some people who got up and left, nearly half of the people were left in the store and continued to enjoy their meals.

In Night City, this kind of thing is basically commonplace, and everyone has long been accustomed to it.

"Tom, how many times this month is this?"

The old customers sitting on the high stools at the door even had the mood to tease the boss.

"For the first time, I was hoping this month would be peaceful, C."

However, in the end, it was Jessie who took on everything. She numbly and skillfully mopped the bloodstains on the floor, sprayed the biotechnology product "Pen Pen Jing" on the tables, chairs and walls stained with blood, and finally wiped them with a rag.

The extra workload made the cows and horses want to kick their butts.

After the table was cleared, Jiang Bingcai sincerely praised the person sitting opposite him.

"Good skills."

The blue-eyed man looked gentle and refined, but he was accurate and ruthless when he fought. The tremendous force he showed when hitting people with the ashtray made Jiang Bing suspect that the other person might be fully mechanical under his skin.

If it wasn't so awkward for two grown men to hold hands in broad daylight, he would have wanted to test the other person's quality.

Mr. Blue Eyes did not reply. Instead, he frowned and stared at Jiang Bing's fist on the table with his blue artificial eyes, with shock mixed with a hint of confusion.

He pointed at Jiang Bing's clenched left hand and said, "Compared to you, that's far inferior."

"See?"

Chapter 187 Big Bird Spins

Jiang Bing opened his fist, revealing the bullet in his palm.

"You can completely ignore it. It's going for the glass anyway."

Jiang Bing poured the bullet into the newly brought ashtray, and the metal collided with the glass, making a crisp sound.

"It's a shame to break such a good piece of glass."

After hearing Jiang Bing's answer, the other party couldn't think of any appropriate comments for a moment and could only shrug.

"Let's get back to business. The formalities are easy to handle, but I suggest you buy the land in Taiping Prefecture where they plan to build the factory."

Mr. Blue Eyes offered his own advice, "Compared to other areas of Night City, the base price in Taiping State is so cheap it's like giving it away for free."

Jiang Bing was happy. "It's a free gift, isn't it? The place is completely deserted. Even if the Voodoo Gang is gone, there are still the Scavengers, the Animal Gang, and a bunch of criminals entrenched there."

"Even if someone dares to buy it, they have to dare to use it."

The land in Taiping State that NCPD announced to abandon is just like a foreclosed property. Although the price is low, it is still unclear whether you can live in it after you get it.

Mr. Blue Eyes disagreed with Jiang Bing's statement, "Others may not be able to do it, but [Anti-Entropy] will definitely be able to do it."

"If you want to do legitimate business in Night City, it's best to legitimately obtain the right to use the corresponding land. Believe me, this will save you a lot of trouble in the future."

Since the other party said so, Jiang Bing was not someone who would not listen to advice.

"You have connections."

Mr. Blue Eyes smiled slightly and said, "Of course, these plots of land have been lying in the city government's bad debt pile for many years. With my connections, it won't cost much."

He changed the subject and continued, "However, since I helped you this time, you have to help me with something as well."

"It's a mutual benefit between friends."

Looking at the other person's flickering eyes, Jiang Bing sighed, "I knew it, but there are things in Night City that you can't do."

"That's a lot."

The other party took out a chip from his suit pocket and handed it to Jiang Bing.

"As we said before, Night City isn't the Night City of the Ye family. Neither Arasaka nor Militech are easy to get along with."

Jiang Bing browsed the contents of the chip using his portable data pad and raised his own questions.

"What do you want to do about this?"

"Just find out who did it."

Jiang Bing closed the data board, shocked. He rubbed his eyebrows and asked, "No need to retaliate?"

The other party's response at this moment was extremely cold-blooded: "There is no need. Dead people are worthless."

Jiang Bing nodded.

"make a deal."

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Some people like men, some people like women, and some people like non-humans; similarly, some people like the opposite sex, some people like the same sex, and some people like inhumanities.

Big Bird Bar, just by listening to the name, you know that this must be an extraordinary place. It is a mysterious place that women revere, the Garden of Eden for gay men, and the dreamland of old gays.

As the largest stick distribution center in the Haywood Li scenic area and even in the entire Night City, it is famous for its many styles, large number of people, and many romantic encounters, and it attracts like-minded people to come here for worship all year round.

Under the sign that read "Dicky Twister", Vincent looked at the neon "bent bird" that kept spinning on the sign, his eyes numb and his heart dead.

The door was curved, the lamppost was spiral, the floor was wavy, the male waiters were charming, and the customers coming and going were curved. Looking around, Vincent could not find any straight object outside this club located diagonally opposite the Mandela Taxi Headquarters.

Vincent: "Boss, do we have to go in?"

Jiang Bing's face was frighteningly cold, but he said nothing and walked into the room.

He expressed his point with his actions, and Vincent could only stomp his feet and follow behind him.

people.

Everywhere you look, there are people.

All men.

A man with bare chest, a man with missing bottoms, a man in high heels, a man with eyeliner, a man dressed like a woman, a man with leopard print briefs and gold Chelsea pants, a slightly plump man with a beard and squinty eyes.

Vincent also saw a man wearing a full set of sexy leather clothes that covered his face.

Human sexual preferences are like the bottom line of human nature, deep and unfathomable, and can never be estimated.

Accompanied by the increasingly tense music, the two walked through the corridor, which was not long but seemed extremely long at this moment, and arrived at the entrance of the club.

"Hey, hey, hey, where are you going?"