The Creators: From Night City

"Take these two hostages and retreat."

Wakako Okada once specified that Mark Seta and Jun Kabe must be killed. For this, she even added a lot of chips, not only giving up the pornographic industry in the Kabuki district, but even the entire Genting.

She certainly has her reasons for doing this. For a businesswoman like her, how could she possibly do business at a loss?

There must be some data in these two people's heads that is crucial to her and the Tiger Claw Gang, the faction she controls.

But none of this had anything to do with Jiang Bing. He just sat in the Thracian 388 Jefferson and watched Vincent and Jack deliver the two living people to a garage designated by Wakako.

The two brothers returned to the car, and Jack, the chatterbox, still hadn't stopped talking.

"V, did you see that? The garage is full of cables and wires. Besides that weird-looking big chair, there are also a lot of bathtubs. Are they planning to take nude photos of these two idiots to threaten them?"

Vincent sat in the driver's seat, speechless by Jack's imagination.

"Do you think these two people's status can be threatened by a few nude photos?"

Seeing his brother strike up a conversation, Jack immediately became excited. "That's not necessarily true. If they pose these two in some sexy poses and take some sexy photos, maybe they will agree."

"Even if I stick a gun in their ass, it's useless. There's no way these two are going to compromise."

"They are preparing for a memory dive." Finally, Jiang Bingxian couldn't stand the vulgar discussion of these two funny guys anymore and revealed the answer.

"Memory dive?" Vincent was a little confused.

"It's about connecting to your brain-computer and letting hackers get into your head and search your memories." Jack guessed.

"No wonder they had to take him alive." Vincent suddenly realized.

"But considering the identities of these two people, ICE is probably too thick-skinned. This job is not going to be easy."

"That's not quite accurate," Jiang Bing expressed his expert opinion.

"Jack, what you're talking about can only be considered brain-computer data infiltration. However, if some things are not stored in the brain-computer, but in the person's memory or neural network, then ordinary hackers cannot handle them."

"At this time, professional equipment is needed to connect the other party's neural network to the network, so that people can get a glimpse of the truth."

Chapter 335 No Man’s Land

Memory diving is not a high-end technology after all, but the reason why it has not become popular is because it is inherently very risky.

"In a sense, the human mind is a kind of advanced self-ICE. Rummaging through another's memories can easily trigger an instinctive counterattack in the invaded consciousness. Even the corruption of one's personality is the least of the problems. If things go wrong, both of them might become idiots."

"But it seems that what's in the heads of these two dogs raised by Arasaka is indeed very important to Wakako. Neuromancers willing to perform memory diving are not only hard to find, but also expensive." Jiang Bing made a summary.

"Wow, I haven't heard of this term in a long time. Aren't those 'Neuromancers' extinct?" Jack is indeed a knowledgeable local man in Heywood, and he really knows some secrets of the place.

"Where there's a market, there's demand, and where there's demand, there's service providers. They've simply retreated into obscurity, not disappeared. This thing can't be stopped at all. Major companies have departments dedicated to researching these forbidden technologies."

"I really don't know what kind of wicked black technology these companies are holding on to." Jack sighed.

"There aren't many good things anyway. Now that it's done, let's go back."

Vincent stepped on the accelerator and drove the car into the traffic.

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Plane No. HXXD-G00334 (Wizard)

No Man's Land, Velen.

Velen is the poorest province in the Kingdom of Temeria. Even in peacetime when it is not overrun with bandits and deserters, Velen is a remote area that no one wants to go to.

The only impression people have of this place are the uninhabited swamps, poor villages, and rude country bumpkins. It is truly a remote and poor place, and can be regarded as a completely wild place.

At the moment when the Third Northern War is ongoing, with the fall of Temeria, Velen has become a buffer zone between Redania and the Nilfgaard Empire in the south. The battlefield and the disaster have made this place completely uninhabited.

Of course, calling it a no-man's land is just a way to describe the harsh living conditions in this area, not to say that there are no people on this land at all.

At least Jiang Bing and the former sorceress of Aretuza Academy, Vileta, discovered a few wisps of smoke in the gaps between the swamp and trees ahead.

The presence of smoke means there are people living there.

The two's original destination was the island of Thanedd, northwest of Velen, and their main goal was Aretuza College on the island, the school where Veretta once studied.

A high-level magic academy specializing in the training of sorceresses, a holy place for northern sorcerers. The famous northern sorceress Triss Merigold and Yennefer of Vengerberg are both well-known alumni of this school.

The purpose of the two was very simple, which was to borrow the huge collection of books in the academy, and preferably consult the powerful female sorcerers in the academy to answer a question that Jiang Bing had.

What on earth is that ordinary-looking acorn in his hand?

Of course, with the spread of witch hunts in the northern countries, neither of them knew what the situation was with this jewel in the crown of magic, but that didn't stop them from going to find out.

After obtaining the acorn from the ruins of the Dubai Dynasty in the biochemical crisis, Jiang Bing used many methods to test it, including but not limited to cutting with a knife, chopping with an axe, soaking in water, burning, X-ray irradiation, and even laser cutting, high temperature, and high pressure. As a result, the acorn was intact.

Jiang Bing even used a thousand-ton hydraulic press, but even if the machine was running at full power until it started smoking, it could not change its appearance in the slightest.

So Jiang Bing tried soaking it in blood again, and he made a new discovery. The blood of the "craftsman" was quickly absorbed after it was dripped on. Jiang Bing, who was extremely surprised, waited for a long time, but found that the acorn was still the same after being eaten up.

So he dripped more blood and even performed the ancient sealing method, soaking the whole acorn in his blood. However, the other party was like a bottomless pit, accepting all the blood, and still had no reaction after drinking it all.

Faced with such a copper pea that could not be steamed, cooked, pounded, fried, or popped, and made a ringing sound, Boss Jiang was in a dilemma and had to seek help from the power of magic.

This is why the two of them came to Weilun this time.

"We can take a rest at the front and buy you a horse." Jiang Bing certainly didn't need a horse, but Violetta didn't.

Although her body had been strengthened by the chaotic magic, it was still within the scope of human beings. It was undoubtedly too much for her to travel long distances in the rotten puddle of Velen for a long time.

Fortunately, money makes things easier. As long as I find a village, I can buy a horse for transportation.

If Jiang Bing hadn't been concerned about the gods and ghosts in this world and the endless monsters and demons in the wild, he would have taken out his high-tech means of transportation and killed everyone.

With just a few minor modifications, his swamp skimmer could be transformed into a very comfortable and luxurious means of transportation in the wild.

But he was afraid of a plane crash. After all, there might really be a dragon lying in the forest swamp in this world, or there might be some monster that could control the wind and rain.

"Thannid Island is not far from here. We can walk west to the seashore, or we can just find a boat and go north along the river." Vileta, who is considered a local, suggested.

She was like a wanderer returning home from a long journey, excitedly introducing the customs and practices along the way to Jiang Bing.

"These swamps are prone to the birth of monsters like swamp witches and water ghosts. Therefore, when locals go out, they will carefully observe whether there are any small creatures in the swamps. If the pools appear calm for a long time, it is likely that a group of deadly monsters are lurking nearby."

"According to local legend, if someone drowns in the swamp, they will be trapped in the black, stinking mire for eternity, wailing in agony. Their spirit will haunt every passerby, trying to pull them down to be their companion."

"Those black-looking swamps are where they live. You should avoid them when traveling."

"The only way to redeem the drowned is to grind raven's beak into flour, mix it with rye, bake it into a tombstone-shaped loaf, and throw it into the water where the drowned remains are."

"How credible do you think this legend is?" Jiang Bing asked with interest.

"It's basically just the ignorant imagination of the country folk. The wailing ones are most likely not drowning souls, but demonic spirits."

"There's some scientific truth to that," Jiang Bingrui commented. "Those black-looking swamps usually have a lot of silt underneath. Pedestrians can easily get stuck in it and lose their lives."

The two chatted casually as they headed towards the direction of the smoke, but at a three-way intersection they ran into a hooded traveler.

Although the two were far apart, Jiang Bing was still attracted by the witcher badge on the other's chest at first sight.

Chapter 336: Cat School Demon Hunter

"Interesting! Do I have some kind of fate with witchers? I actually met a witcher in this remote place." He whispered to Viletta beside him.

A pair of tawny cat eyes under the hood watched the two of them warily.

The destination of both parties was the small village. As the distance between the two sides continued to close, until Jiang Bing could clearly see the patterns on the two sword handles behind the demon hunter, the badge on the other party's chest finally vibrated wildly.

Viletta's strength was too weak, and the witcher badge was not triggered until the two sides were about to meet. Jiang Bing's body was full of chaotic magic power, but it was restrained under the skin, deeply hidden in the bones and blood, and condensed to the extreme. It would never leak out on a normal day.

This sudden change immediately aroused the other party's high alert. The strange demon hunter immediately dropped the package in his hand, touched the hilt of the sword behind his back with his right hand, and hid his left hand under his cloak.

Jiang Bing bet that the other party was either holding a bottle of magic potion in his left hand or a bomb that could explode at any time.

"It's really strange to meet two noble warlocks in such a remote place." The witcher's voice was a little hoarse, and there was a sense of tension caused by nervousness.

"Everyone says that the witchers of the Cat School are having a tough time. I didn't expect them to be so miserable that they can't even afford a horse?"

"Hmph, there's no point in talking any more. Are you here for the bounty too?"

The Cat School, also known as the Cat School School, is the most notorious group of witchers. They are famous for breeding witchers with extreme personalities and engaging in murderous activities.

Extreme personality, commonly known as mental illness, antisocial lunatic, violent murderer, this is also the main reason why the cat school produces so many killers.

Of course, this is not because they do it on purpose, but because the mutation process of the Cat School is incomplete, and the mutation process of the Second Blade will have a greater chance of producing a demon hunter with mental problems.

The Cat School of Witchers doesn't settle in a single location. Over the years, they've mutated their apprentices in numerous hideouts and organized numerous camps for intensive training. The members of this school are as morally and politically flexible as cats, accepting commissions to slay monsters alongside those that violate witcher law, such as murder and assassination.

A cat school, and the mutation process is also unstable, sometimes it will mutate into a bear school that has no human emotions at all. It can be said that the bad image of witchers in the eyes of the world is inseparable from them.

The demon hunter from the Cat School in front of Jiang Bing seemed to be mentally normal, but from what he said, it was obvious that his background was not very clean.

But what does this have to do with Jiang Bing? Any of the things he has done in this world would scare the other person half to death.

But he was too lazy to get involved in the other party's affairs.

He tore off his [Parudamentum] coat, revealing an exquisite leather jacket, a very extraordinary Quetzalcoat lantern at his waist, and an even bulgier purse.

If he could print US dollars in the 19th century, there was no reason why he couldn't print the crowns of the wizarding world. As a physical currency made of precious metals, the latter was almost impossible to manufacture, except that the raw materials were more expensive.

Jiang Bing could even knock out the coin mold with his eyes closed.

"How many crowns is the head of a Cat School witcher worth?"

Jiang Bing’s meaning is very clear - do you look down on us? Is 1,800 kronor worth our effort?

Looking at the duo who were dressed in extraordinary clothes, spoke in extraordinary ways, had extraordinary looks, and even more extraordinary temperaments, the demon hunter was silent.

His eyes swept over Jiang Bingyu's burgundy leather double-breasted long coat and Violetta's light green silk bell-shaped skirt with equally gorgeous butterfly-wing layered sleeves, and he couldn't help but relax his vigilance slightly.

At least the bounty hunters who were chasing him for the bounty couldn't afford to wear these luxurious clothes that looked expensive and had little defensive capabilities.

The styles of the clothes were carefully selected by Viretta. After all, suits and women's shirts and trousers are obviously incompatible with the aesthetics of this world.

The sorceresses were a group of noble ladies with great magical powers. Even the not-so-powerful Violetta's aesthetic level in dressing could still surpass most people in this world.

The demon hunter, who had just returned from hunting demons and was covered in mud and blood, moved his mouth a few times, but could not squeeze out any words of rebuttal.

Lies don't hurt, truth is the knife.

His keen sense of smell allowed him to smell the perfume emanating from the sorceress from a long distance. Although he didn't know what ingredients were used, the perfume smelled pure, rich, clear and elegant. Perhaps a bottle of perfume was more expensive than his two swords.

"Damn sorceress, damn dog tycoon!" The witcher, filled with indignation towards the world, silently made way.

No matter what, the academy had just been destroyed, and the cat school witcher who was wanted was still not letting down his guard.

Jiang Bing and Viletta had no time to pay attention to each other, nor did they intend to take into account each other's complicated psychological activities. They followed the path made by the other party and headed straight for the village ahead.

This is a typical medieval village.

There are only six or seven households in the village. The houses are hastily clustered together along the road and are located around a well in the center of the village.

The village was too small and not located at a transportation hub, so there were no formal hotel facilities for the two of them to stay.

In fact, this kind of village rarely has outsiders visiting all day long, and the arrival of Jiang Bing and Vileta caused an uproar in the village.

The men in coarse linen clothes and with dirty skin stole glances at Viretta, mainly looking at her plump and generous white breasts, and there was inevitably some lust in their staring eyes.

Sorceresses pride themselves on being progressive and open-minded, and their general clothing style is extremely bold, and Viletta is no exception.

The village women focused their attention on the sorceress's beautiful clothes, or Jiang Bing's handsome face. They gathered in groups of three or four, pretending to be busy, but when the two men walked past them, they started to make dirty jokes.

The size was so big that Jiang Bing wanted to wash his ears after hearing it.

The village chief was an elderly man, but he had a ruddy complexion and strong limbs. He wore a cotton hood and had a signature imperial beard. When he smiled, he revealed a mouthful of yellowed, rotten teeth.

His image stands out against the backdrop of the malnourished villagers around him.

Looks like someone who can be greedy.

The corrupt and cunning official saluted the two men and said, "Dear guests, welcome to Holoton. I am the village chief here. How can I serve you?"

"One of your best horses, money is no object."

Chapter 337 Tragedy in the Barn

Jiang Bing didn't want to have any ineffective social interactions with the other party, so he stated his purpose directly.

The village chief was stunned at first when he heard this, and then an eager smile appeared on his face. When facing a dog owner, most people would always bow down and greet him with a smile.

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The village chief invited the two men into his simple but most luxurious house in the village, treated them warmly, and promised to immediately select the best horses in the village for Jiang Bing to choose from.