The Creators: From Night City

The spacious compartment of a minibus can accommodate both people and cargo.

Falco patted the thick car body. As a former racing driver, he had a special feeling for all cars.

This bus-style vehicle is very popular among wanderers, who usually convert it into an RV.

When the vagrants get the vehicle, they will first remove the seats that are in the way, and then stuff the tables, chairs, benches, stoves and kitchen utensils into it. In this way, when the camp needs to be moved, they can drive away conveniently, and when they need to set up camp, they can park the car and use it as a house.

It can be said that a considerable number of homeless people grew up in similar RVs.

The bandits who rob people in the badlands usually don't care about these shabby buses. They prefer the top transport teams full of military-grade Behemoth heavy trucks.

Smaller, more dynamic groups tend to target vehicles like the Villefort Columbus V340-F freighter, which is commonly used by lone wolf smugglers.

This kind of vehicle is obviously used by poor wanderer tribes. Not only is it without any fuel, but it is also very easy for you to shoot at it and be beaten by a dozen big men rushing out of the car.

There are people who do business that will get them killed, but no one does business that will lose money.

Apart from those mentally twisted night-wandering ghosts who enjoy killing, the evil land is so big that there are all kinds of weird things.

Mann knocked on the welded steel plates inside the hull. The dull echo made him sigh, "This is so thick, it's almost as thick as the armor on the Beamon heavy truck."

Jiang Bing passed by carrying an L-shaped multifunctional workbench that was as big as a wardrobe. Everyone made room for him and looked at him as if he were a cyborg monster as they put it into the car.

The wide chassis of the minibus sank slightly.

Just like the hearts of the people.

This multifunctional workbench produced by the International Electronics Corporation (IEC) can basically be regarded as a miniature home machine tool. When paired with customized components such as cutting and welding, also produced by IEC, it can easily complete most industrial processing processes.

In the weapon shops on the streets and alleys, any owner with a little skill has a workbench like this to meet the needs of customers and perform personalized modifications on firearms.

Many lone wolves will also choose to install one in their own base, so that they can modify weapons, make some homemade gadgets, or make some special bullets on a small scale.

It can be said that any high-end edge walker knows something about this thing.

Especially Pila, who always regarded himself as a technical expert and had a workbench of the same style at home, so he was the most surprised among the crowd.

This workbench is made entirely of metal, and the bare metal weighs 586.24 kg.

This is the weight of a Juanbei Wuwu P126 (similar to the Wuling mini).

In other words, just now Jiang Bing was holding a car and loading it from home into the car without getting red in the face or out of breath.

Pyrrha shrank her head and practically shouted over the team chat, "This thing weighs half a ton!!"

Mann subconsciously looked at Jiang Bing's arm, which was a circle smaller than his own, and moved his wrist involuntarily.

At full power output, he can lift the weight with his bare hands, but asking him to walk while holding the weight is undoubtedly a fantasy.

"What kind of prosthetics does he have?"

Looking at Jiang Bing's body which was only slightly stronger than a normal person, Mann suppressed this question in his heart.

Jiang Bing, who had inadvertently shown off his muscles, was still unaware of this. He pushed the workbench into the car and continued Mann's sigh.

"Either we're catching up, or we're on par with the Behemoth's armor."

Jiang Bing made a length gesture at the cut of the steel plate and continued to introduce it to everyone.

"Because these steel plates are cut from Beamon heavy trucks."

Everyone suddenly realized.

After visiting the vehicle, everyone was very attentive and helped Jiang Bing move.

This time, Jiang Bing plans to focus on Base No. 6 for a long time, so some sensitive items have to be moved out of the house. If he is away from home for a long time, the security in Coronado Farm will not be so reassuring.

These things mainly include his arsenal and stored prosthetics, as well as some production tools such as multi-functional workbenches.

It was the first time for Team Mann to enter Jiang Bing's home, and everyone seemed very curious about the residence of this mysterious employer.

And this curiosity is satisfied in Jiang Bing's workshop.

"Wow~!"

Rebecca stopped in front of the weapons cache, unable to move.

Who would have thought that such a cute little girl is actually obsessed with guns.

Perhaps because of her short stature, Rebecca, in order to compensate for it, prefers weapons that are larger and more powerful.

Not only her, but as a marginal walker who makes a living by selling violence, no one can refuse an exquisite, reliable and powerful gun.

Mann has a famous saying: "As a border walker, you should carry your gun like a condom." This fully illustrates this point.

A good horse has a good saddle.

But as a saddle maker, sometimes I also want to find a good horse for my good saddle.

After all, without either one, neither is perfect.

Looking at the many early works on the weapon rack, Jiang Bing's "craftsman" nature made him make a decision.

"Pick one!"

Jiang Bing said generously to everyone in Mann's team.

"Pick one each. This is my gift to you as a token of our first collaboration."

Rebecca jumped for joy.

"Thank you Mr. Sable"

She seemed to have a goal in mind. She rushed straight to the weapon rack on the left and tiptoed to take down a huge shotgun.

The gun is made of very solid materials, and the broad and thick gun body is almost as tall as Rebecca when standing upright. The huge weight makes it impossible for this petite loli to even hold the gun level, and she can only hold it with both hands with great effort.

"Big guns, Rebecca likes big guns."

"Rebecca, stop making trouble."

Mann took the shotgun from Rebecca, but with his strength he could only barely hold it steady with one hand.

Given Rebecca's physical condition, it's hard to say who would be injured if the gun went off.

Putting the gun back in its place, Mann apologized: "Mr. Sable, I'm so sorry."

"Ha. Do you think I'm just being polite?" Jiang Bing shook his head.

"Pick one from each of them. The best place for a weapon is to be used. It's a waste to just leave it here gathering dust. Besides, these are all common firearms on the market, not worth much."

Hearing Jiang Bing's words, everyone could no longer contain their excitement and went forward to choose their weapons.

Under the joint suppression of Mann and Pyrrha, Rebecca could only reluctantly choose a Shigure submachine gun with moderate recoil.

It didn't meet Rebecca's standards for a big gun, but at least it was functional.

With the help of gifts, the relationship between everyone became more harmonious, and Qiwei also established a new encrypted communication channel in a timely manner and pulled everyone in.

After working for a while, all the things were loaded into the car, and everyone turned around and started moving things for the Martinez family.

As Jiang Bing's middleman partner, Gloria was determined to follow his steps and go wherever Jiang Bing went.

Even without his mother, David would follow Jiang Bing to the evil land and eat sand for Lucy.

Old Logan was not at home, so the part about saying goodbye to the neighbors had to be cancelled.

Jiang Bing could only let Gloria send him a text message, and everyone drove off.

Big buses can carry a lot of things, but they are also very heavy. The huge weight makes it impossible for them to reach very high speeds.

As professional edgewalkers, Mann and Dolio stayed in the car and were responsible for the escort.

The driver was Jiang Bing. This old-fashioned bus had no onboard computer assistance at all. If you didn't spend some time learning how to drive it, you could easily end up in a ditch.

Today is a rare good day, with clear skies and a vast expanse of sky.

As everyone drove out of Night City's ring road, the vastness of the badlands unconsciously broadened people's minds, sweeping away any pent-up emotions. This was a feeling that could not be experienced in the cramped space of a city.

But everyone's good mood only lasted for a short while.

Falco, who had been running in the Badlands for a long time, received bad news.

"It seems like we're being watched."

Mann asked in the squad voice chat: "Are you sure?"

Falco has a lot of experience running this route.

"Mann, look behind you. Is there a Thunderbolt Colby Lone Peak 'Mule' following you? Those bastards from the Luan Dao Society like to drive those kinds of cars."

"Night-walking ghost."

Jiang Bing recognized the identity of the car behind at a glance.

He has simply been robbed so many times that he has a lot of experience.

"It seems like these vultures haven't had a good time lately. They're even going after small, unprofitable wanderer families."

A bus and three cars, this fleet configuration can be considered a relatively standard configuration for a small wanderer family.

"Or maybe they're just looking for fun. After being kicked out by their own families, many of these scumbags hate other wanderers with a vengeance." As a driver who often travels to the Badlands, Falco knows a lot about the dirty deeds of these wanderers.

Mann grabbed his newly acquired Defender light machine gun and instructed the squad over voice chat, "Whatever happens, be prepared to engage the enemy at any time."

So the convoy formation began to adjust, with the modified bus driving in the front and the other three vehicles following behind.

Sure enough, not long after passing the Sunset Hotel, at a three-way intersection, two vehicles suddenly appeared from the side of the road. The people in the vehicles screamed and fired at everyone.

Jiang Bing lightly braked and used the slender body of the bus to easily cover the remaining three cars.

The bullet hit the wall of the bus with a dull thud, but there was nothing it could do about it.

What a joke! If the armor of a Behemoth truck can be penetrated with just a few shots, where will the reputation of military technology be put?

Opening the shooting window, Mann began to pour fire from the defender in his hand.

However, all the vehicles were moving at high speed, and the defenders were using light machine guns designed for medium fire suppression. The bullets they fired were not accurate, and most of them splashed on the sandy ground of the Badlands. The rest hit the vehicle bodies, making the bulletproof steel plates make ping-pong sounds.

It was Dolly who, with a few precise bursts of fire, killed a night-wandering ghost who was leaning out of the car window and firing continuously, achieving the first kill of this battle.

Jiang Bing was not in a hurry. He tilted the bus slightly to provide Mann and the other man with a better shooting range, while covering the Villefort Columbus V340-F freight car with poor bulletproof capability.

David held a Copperhead and banged the gun, but in this environment, there was no room for Sian Westin to play, so he could only hear the noise.

However, as it was his first time participating in a car chase and gunfight, under the influence of adrenaline, he didn't care about the outcome of the battle at all. He still blindly pulled the trigger to the bottom and shot happily.

The flustered look reminded Jiang Bing of the first time he was robbed while transporting goods, and he was in a similar situation.

But Jiang Bing’s weapon at that time was much more powerful than the Copperhead Snake.

"These idiots, they're still using the same old tricks, no new tricks at all." Jiang Bing turned the steering wheel out of boredom, blocking the shooting range of the three cars on the opposite side as if he and the car were combined, allowing the people in his own car to take the opportunity to pour down their firepower.

If Jiang Bing had not been concerned about the elderly, weak, and sick people in the car, he would have swerved the steering wheel and crashed into them, then got out and opened the boxes of the three cars one by one.

"Lucy, Qiwei, can you hack into those three cars and temporarily brake them?" Jiang Bing asked in the team voice chat.

We are about to turn from the main road into the badlands. If we continue fighting like this, we will soon reach the gate of Base No. 6.

"Lucy is driving. I can temporarily compromise their ICE and initiate forced braking, but I can only deal with one at a time. If the distance is too far, the link will be broken and they will catch up."

"That's enough."

Jiang Bing pressed the button on the console to open the skylight, and at the same time a steel plate rose from the bottom, just enough for a person to stand on.

"Mann, Skylight, let me show you something good."

Mann closed the shooting window, stepped onto the platform, and leaned out of the skylight.

"Pull the yellow handle!" Jiang Bing's shout came from the carriage.

Braving the strong wind, Mann found the yellow-painted handle in front of him and pulled it back hard. A large gun folded in the roof armor was ejected. With the operation of the sophisticated mechanical structure, it was embedded in a circle of sliding rails surrounding the skylight.

Do you really think Jiang Bing has the ability to transform a bus into a youth version of Behemoth, but is unable to install some powerful stuff on it?

This gun is a replica made by Jiang Bing based on the many firearms with electromagnetic acceleration functions used for tsunami defense.

Because the recoil was too great, the physical condition at that time could not bear it at all, so they simply went all out and added six electromagnetic acceleration components, lengthened the barrel, and increased the caliber, turning it into a youth version of the electromagnetic cannon, which was placed on the roof of the bus that served as a transport vehicle.

"I'll brake on the count of three. Qiwei, you pick a car to brake. As for Mann, pull the trigger to charge, release it to fire, and I think you know how to do the rest."

As Jiang Bing finished his countdown, the bus slid several meters with the harsh sound of brake pads scraping, and stopped in place. At the same time, one of the three cars that had been chasing the bus on the side suddenly braked and stopped on the spot.

Mann on the roof pulled the trigger all the way down, and a long row of electromagnetic coils emitted a buzzing sound that became louder and louder after being charged, like the whisper of death.

It was a few hundred meters away, and he was shooting at a fixed target on a car, with the assistance of many aiming prostheses. If he still missed, Mann could basically give up his job as an edgewalker and go home to grow ethanol wheat.