The Creators: From Night City

"My son's company is unwilling to pay a 4% salary increase. They would rather give the chairman a large sum of money and let him take action to settle the matter."

After hearing what Old Logan said, Jiang Bing immediately had a rough idea of ​​the cause and effect of the matter.

It must be the recent generous treatment of [Anti-Entropy] that disrupted the 'healthy' ecology of the labor market and broke the tacit understanding reached by many companies over the years. According to the business ecology of Night City, it is normal to threaten and intimidate these workers.

And this is probably just because they haven't figured out the basics of [Anti-Entropy] yet and dare not act rashly. It's just a temporary stopgap measure.

After experiencing the attack on Rebecca, Jiang Bing had no hope at all against the simple and unpretentious business tactics of these stupid competitors.

Fortunately, if the enemy can go there, I can go there too.

Jiang Bing is not very good at normal business methods such as resource integration, market arbitrage, resale experience, price wars, collusion between superiors and subordinates, and short selling, but when it comes to the plain and simple field of business warfare such as violence, it is like catching a turtle in a water tank - he can do it with his bare hands.

Boss Jiang seemed to be thinking of something happy and laughed out loud, leaving the old cowboy confused.

"Where is the workers' union you mentioned?"

Old Logan is also a clever man. After hearing Jiang Bing speak like this, how could he not understand his boss's intentions?

"Boss, to be honest, that's exactly what I was thinking."

Old Logan pulled out the box from under his butt, opened the lid, and inside was full of fist-sized F-GX fragmentation grenades.

Hand grenade, also known as hand grenade.

Friends who often kill people know that for a novice who does not usually use guns and sticks, it is much better than firearms in terms of cost-effectiveness and difficulty of getting started.

If you want to kill someone with a gun, at least you have to know how to turn on the safety, aim, and hold the gun correctly to prevent the recoil from dislocating your arm.

Even if you have learned all of the above, you will still have to face an important problem, and you have to hit the target accurately.

Without systematic shooting practice, ordinary people may not be able to hit the target from ten meters away.

Although there are smart weapons available, their disadvantage is also obvious, that is, they are expensive.

Grenades do not have these problems. First of all, they are very affordable.

You can find any arms store in Night City and buy a lot of big guns for just a few hundred euros.

It is even simpler to use. The action of throwing stones is something that humans have mastered since ancient times and it is ingrained in their bones.

Press the safety grip, extend the safety pin, release the grip, throw the grenade, and you're done.

It is possible that the throwing action is not standard or cool enough, resulting in the ball not flying far enough or hitting the target, but it doesn’t matter.

The metal fragments produced by the explosion are enough to flatten everything.

What's more, there are hundreds of types of grenades to choose from in the military technology weapons stores on the streets.

High-explosive grenades, electromagnetic grenades, incendiary grenades, chemical grenades, flash grenades, laser cutting grenades, etc. If you can spend some extra money, military technology can even help you solve the problems of not being able to throw far or accurately.

This arms giant has several types of smart grenades with automatic target locking, flight, and tracking functions to choose from, which can be said to be essential for killing, arson, and robbery.

And these things are no more difficult to obtain in Night City than buying a bottle of water.

Jiang Bing looked at the old cowboy who had toiled in factory workshops and greenhouses for most of his life, shook his head vigorously, closed the box containing the grenade, stretched it in his hand, and tucked it under his armpit.

Professional matters should be done by professionals.

Old Logan, the human resources director, only needs to take care of the recruitment. He doesn't do much fighting and killing, and he is not as professional as Jiang Bing.

What's more, if anything happened to him, the loss to [Anti-Entropy] would be immeasurable. Jiang Bing couldn't find anyone more suitable as the human resources director than him in all aspects.

The son of a daughter does not sit in the hall.

Boss Jiang Bing is different. The company is the same with or without him. And it needs to be emphasized again that he is professional in this matter.

Only if you are familiar with it.

Holding a box of grenades, Boss Jiang, who is worth half the world, looks like old BJ carrying a bird cage. He looks so relaxed and walks leisurely to the place where the workers' union is located as mentioned by old Logan.

Boss Jiang has no procrastination problem and usually never leaves things unfinished until the next day to get revenge.

It can be said that it implements the principle passed down by our ancestors, "If I hear the truth in the morning, I can die in the evening."

This is an office building located at the end of Malagra Street, owned by Ye's Real Estate.

An entire building has been rented out by the workers' union led by Vic Vega.

When Jiang Bing walked into the hall, it was empty and there was not a single worker there.

My lord, the sea is peaceful and the rivers are clear.

At the front desk, a receptionist with yellow side bangs was surfing the Internet.

Seeing someone coming, she turned off the data board in her hand, glanced at Jiang Bing, and saw that he was dressed like a gangster. She was very impatient and asked questions while snapping her fingers.

"What's the matter?"

His arrogant attitude was overflowing, and there was no trace of him considering himself a public servant in his words.

Chapter 89 Look at the legs

It's no wonder that he's like that. Jiang Bing designed all his clothes himself, and the solid-color, low-key style doesn't match the mainstream fashion style of Night City, which is all about showing off one's individuality and flaunting one's self.

There are neither sequins nor colorful LED tubes, and the colors are not those bright reds or greens that are dazzling. The conservative shape is also very different from the most popular clothing styles nowadays.

Moreover, the other party did not have Jiang Bing's keen eyes, who could see at a glance that the matte black laurel wreath on the hat was worth so much that it could buy half of Night City.

"What else can workers do when they come to the union to fight? Of course they come to seek help."

The other person rolled his eyes.

"What help do you need? I'll write it down for you, and a dedicated staff member will give you feedback later."

This isn't perfunctory at all, it's clearly a sign of driving people away.

Jiang Bing naturally had no reason to get angry with a small fry.

"Asking for wages, someone owes a debt and refuses to pay it back."

"I will arrange for staff to verify the company name with the other party."

The receptionist knocked on the table impatiently, urging us to hurry.

Jiang Bing reached into the box under his arm, pulled out a grenade, pulled out the safety pin, and put it into the other person's hand, indicating that the other person should hold the safety grip tightly.

The whole movement was smooth and flowing, with the calmness and composure of a veteran artist.

Holding the cold grenade, the other party's expression suddenly froze and his face turned pale.

Jiang Bing put the box on the table, like a delivery rider picking up food for a customer.

"See? Don't even think about calling for help. Otherwise, I might not be dead, but you will definitely be dead."

The receptionist looked at the whole box of grenades and was finally frightened and nodded repeatedly, no longer showing the arrogance he had just shown.

"That's right."

"I'm looking for Vic Vega. Where's this old Deng?"

From the stubborn persistence of the receptionist, Jiang Bing began to understand the brutality of this traitor.

"Okay, you're asking for death, don't blame me."

Seeing Jiang Bing take out another grenade and pretend to pull out the safety pin, the receptionist chose the latter between dying now and dying later.

"7th floor. The president's office is on the 7th floor."

"That's right, you can earn a few thousand euros a month, so why risk your life like this?"

"How do we get up there?"

Betrayal is always zero-sum. The front desk receptionist, who seemed to have given up on herself, answered Jiang Bing's questions fluently.

"Elevator, the access card is on the table."

Jiang Bing looked at the white elevator pass card on the table, then looked at the other person's ugly face with tears in his eyes. He threw the grenade in his hand back into the box and reached out to take the grenade from the other person's hand.

Then, he swung his cane with his other hand and smashed the opponent's head on the spot.

As the grip was ejected, the grenade entered the countdown to explosion, and then Jiang Bing raised his hand and threw it into the office area behind the left side of the front desk.

Along with the explosion, blood also spread all over the sky.

Wiping the blood off his cane on the opponent's skirt, Jiang Bing sighed in frustration, "Be more careful in your next life. You need to work on your acting skills. Your expressions are on point, but when you're lying, try to control your heartbeat. Don't make it so violent. Also, find a reliable teammate. That guy's footsteps are so heavy, like he's pounding a tamping stone. It's hard not to notice."

"Okay, go down and calm down."

As for the elevator card, Jiang Bing didn't even move. He turned into Spider-Man, holding the box, and climbed up to the 7th floor from the outer wall using his hands and feet.

The highest level of lying is nine lies and one truth. When the other party answered this question, his heartbeat did not fluctuate violently, which meant that the office of the scab Vic Vega was indeed on the seventh floor.

No matter how hard the glass is, it cannot withstand the ruthless iron elbow of the man who was taught by Jiang Bingshi. The metal security grille, which has increased to a strength of 3.5, is not much harder than noodles.

In fact, this kind of civilian anti-theft grille has a comforting effect far greater than its actual effect. Even a gorilla's arm can easily tear it open.

When fighting, Jiang Bing usually doesn't take the usual route. Reality is not like a game, where there are only two options: elevator and stairs. Going through the window is just basic, and going directly through the wall is his favorite way.

This unconventional approach truly hits the enemy's cognitive blind spot.

He was holding a box and standing at the door of the president's office. A group of younger brothers were still rushing downstairs to the ground floor.

No need to think, they are searching for Jiang Bing, the culprit.

"Kang Dang"

Jiang Bing slammed his big heels on the sliding door and stepped into the office, startling the four people who were having a secret conversation inside.

When Jiang Bing enthusiastically rang the doorbell with a grenade, Vic Vega was obviously greeting guests.

The office was divided into two distinct groups. On one side were Vic Vega in a suit and his beautiful secretary, and on the other side were two Sixth Street Gang members wearing berets. He was obviously a well-known leader on the street and his bodyguards.

I don’t know if the two parties have made an appointment, but the personnel composition of both parties is quite compatible.

"Hey, we're chatting."

Jiang Bing, holding the box, greeted everyone with the relaxed demeanor of a typical Eight Banners descendant.

"boom!"

A bullet grazed Jiang Bing's temples, flew through the wide-open door frame, flew out of the office, and hit the wall with a loud explosion.

The person who fired the shot was a beautiful secretary, and the bullet used was a special high-explosive bullet.

Jiang Bing slowly straightened his head, which had just left a shadow.

"Okay, that's pretty ruthless."

Vic Vega is indeed a brain eater. He has implemented the duties of a secretary when there is work to do and a secretary when there is nothing to do very well.

His secretary was recruited from somewhere, but he had obviously undergone a lot of prosthetic modifications. He could draw his gun quickly, shoot accurately, and strike ruthlessly. An ordinary edgewalker would probably be killed on the spot.

Jiang Bing is obviously not an ordinary person.

He's almost not human anymore.

The secretary was not affected at all, quickly loaded the pistol, and then continued to pull the trigger at the poor Jiang Bing.

Call ~

Accompanied by a series of afterimages, the bullet didn't even touch the corner of Jiang Bing's clothes. Instead, Jiang Bing kicked the other party against the wall in the blink of an eye.

He still used the Qiqihar front kick, and this time he also took a running start. In the process, he put the opponent's thick pistol thrown by him into the crook of his left arm.

The bodyguards of the Six Street Gang drew their samurai swords on the spot and protected the big brother behind them.

"Brother, be careful, Sian Westin!"

With a series of sounds of cervical vertebrae being torn, Jiang Bing's figure was like an old movie actor whose frame was cut. In the eyes of several people, his afterimage flickered twice. When his figure solidified again, he was already holding the secretary's neck with his hand and standing by the window.

He casually threw the secretary, who was still breathing, out of the window on the seventh floor, and pulled the pistol ammunition bag off from the other's thigh. Finally, he did not forget to comment on the Hi-Fi worn on the other's legs.

"It doesn't look cheap, like something from Jinguji. But Jinguji's stuff always snags so easily."

Chapter 90 'Comrade's Hammer'

Jiang Bing held a cane in his left hand and a box of grenades under his armpit. His right hand was only free now to play with the revolver made by Gangli Lai.

The red revolver is very heavy, with a distinct Russian Federation style of bulky and black design, and is full of power from beginning to end.

Below the barrel is a thick electromagnetic acceleration component, which makes the whole gun look a bit square.

Although the classic wheeled magazine is used for loading, in fact this space can only accommodate one special high-explosive bomb.