The Creators: From Night City

Inside the bright and clean office, there is a desk that is large enough for two people to lie down and can support repeated reciprocating motion. Behind the desk, sitting on a simulated leather chair, sits the nominal head of the Santo Domingo region's military.

His secretary was not there.

"Director, you called me."

As a policeman, Song is a rare quiet type, but he still managed to get to the position of department head thanks to his professional ability and seniority.

He was a member of the NCPD when it was first rebuilt, but his stubborn temper and street background blocked his path to advancement.

As the imitation leather seat rotated, the head of the Santo Domingo region sitting on it came into his sight.

Big belly and fat brain.

Words can sometimes be used to create a visual experience.

"Superintendent Song, are you aware of the recent armed gang robbery at Coronado Ranch?"

What the other party was referring to was old Logan's "righteous act".

"Of course." Lekri Song nodded.

"Our men reported that this was the work of a new gang. Following our usual course of action, our men did not intervene in street fights."

The NCPD is an underfunded, underequipped, and understaffed organization, and all of its officers risk their lives every day in the line of duty.

Not getting involved in gang fights is also a helpless agreement that has become a custom after a long period of friction.

Director Sarak Jellion straightened up slightly and tapped his fingers on the table.

"Protecting the lives and property of citizens is the mission of our NCPD. Councilman Ste Jakob is very concerned about this matter. I think there may be something else going on."

The director, who had just spoken to the congressman's secretary on the phone, emphasized the phrase "there is something else going on".

How could Lakely Song not understand that the director was hinting at him to put some effort into this matter? Although he was unwilling to work for these powerful people, he could only agree because he was a higher-ranking official.

Although Lakely Song doesn't want to get involved in such matters, his business ability is absolutely impeccable.

When he returned to his department, he gathered the key personnel for a meeting and conveyed the leadership's instructions to the lower levels.

But the NCPD had long been infiltrated like a sieve, with leaks everywhere. Before his combat orders were disseminated to all the patrol teams on the streets, the call from the old captain Muammar Reyes had already reached Gloria.

[Old Captain: I heard there's been quite a stir over there lately, with the organizers clearing out an entire company.]

【Gloria: It is only natural to pay back your debts.】

Chapter 133 There is a countermeasure below

[Old Captain: I've heard everything that happened. Although the method was a bit crude, it was done right. These idiots should be taught a lesson.]

[Old Captain: But my friend in the police force just informed me that your workers' mutual aid association is being targeted by the NCPD's top brass, and they don't think this is a righteous act.]

[Gloria: How come these public dogs who only know how to oppress the people are so clever now?]

[Old Captain: Someone above has given us a heads-up. The NCPD is a dog kept by City Hall and major corporations. When their master gives the order, the dog has to bark loudly.]

[Old Captain: Anyway, tell your men to be more careful recently and not to foolishly run into someone.]

[Gloria: Do you have any information about the manager? My boss wants it.]

[Old Captain: Damn it, are you planning to do something this big? Let me tell you, no matter how useless the NCPD is, we can't take them down.]

【Gloria: You don’t have to worry about that, right?】

[Old Captain: I'm impressed by you. Since Mr. Sable helped me kill Nora Wendell, I'll send you the information.]

[Old Captain: Also, don't give me away if anything goes wrong.]

at the same time.

Flavio dos Santos of the Sixth Street Gang was walking out of Hal East's upscale apartment, cursing.

The younger brother next to him was speaking in American jargon and complaining about what had just happened.

"Brother, that pretty boy is really pretentious. How about I get two of my brothers to kill him?"

Flavio dos Santos smiled maliciously, like a Cheshire cat stealing food. "He's just a piece of trash who got to the top by relying on his cheap dad. As long as we can achieve the goal of cooperation, don't bother with him."

An Emperor 620 Ragnar stopped in front of him, and the younger brother beside him hurriedly bent down and opened the car door, just like a trusted slave holding the stirrups of a medieval horse.

The younger brother only spoke after the car pulled into traffic.

"Brother, after all this talk, this guy isn't willing to pay a penny. It's not appropriate for us to just stand in front and help him deal with that [Anti-Entropy], isn't it?"

"Who made him have such a cheap dad? This was assigned directly by Boss Rick Morton. You forgot the boss's instructions."

"Of course not." The younger brother wearing sunglasses sat upright and repeated Rick Morton's instructions.

"Find Hal East, bring him in, and join us in dealing with the Mutual Aid Society of those peasants."

"If you ask me, we should just call a hundred or so people and shoot them all up, why bother with all these twists and turns?"

Flavio dos Santos adjusted the gold watch on his wrist. As someone in a high position, he naturally knew more.

Mutual aid is easy to eliminate, but [reverse entropy] is difficult to eliminate.

If force is used, no one wants to end up like former biotech food executive Will Case, who inexplicably blended in with his secretary.

I heard that when the hovercraft was opened, three of the noble and upper-class people who attended the party were frightened and sent to the hospital.

Until now, no one knows how the killer of [Anti-Entropy] performed a Caesarean section in the sky with both the person and the car. His method is even more creepy than that of Aguilar, the legendary Cuban killer of the Havana drug cartel.

Therefore, the Sixth Street Gang has been able to endure the frequent slaps in the face in recent days, but has been able to endure it for the time being.

However, as the other party continues to encroach on and squeeze the interests of the Sixth Street Gang in the Coronado Ranch, revenge is only a matter of time.

Before taking action, they pulled up the banner of city councilor Ste Jakojang in order to prevent the other party from taking desperate measures again. After all, the Six Street Gang is not qualified enough to be compared with the executives of biotechnology.

But adding a Night City councilor would make things different.

Jiang Bing, the legendary killer who is suspected and feared by many people, is now holding the thick book "The Original Theory of Demon Hunter" and struggling to read the knowledge in it.

I have to say that Master Mirror has several skills in writing books. The whole book tells everything related to the Witcher in an easy-to-understand way, and also expands on it in a reasonable way.

From the historical background of the birth of the demon hunter species to the two legendary warlocks leading a team of warlocks to research and development day and night.

Even a large number of abandoned plans for demon hunter mutations were recorded, as detailed as if Master Mirror had seen them with his own eyes.

Maybe he was watching nearby.

The content of the entire book is divided into six major chapters.

The Demon Hunter Mutation chapter describes the evolution of the Trial of Grass and the principles behind it, as well as the origins of the Demon Hunter's extraordinary physical fitness, resistance to poisons, and magical abilities.

The chapter on Demon Hunter's Seals and Spellcasting Principles records the five basic Demon Hunter's Seals and a large number of seal variants. Similarly, the application, casting principles, and improvement directions are all covered. This large amount of magic knowledge greatly inspired Jiang Bing, who had little experience in controlling chaos magic, and also made him more determined to return to the world of "The Witcher" and find a proper magic academy for further study.

The chapter on alchemy and potions is a relatively superficial exploration of alchemy, and is extremely dependent on chaos magic and high-quality materials. However, the recipes for the witcher's decoctions, combat potions, and sword oils are recorded in detail.

The Demon Hunter crafting chapter, Jiang Bing's favorite, details the manufacturing methods and principles behind the Demon Hunter's weapons, armor, bombs, and various other gadgets. While most of this equipment is vastly outmatched by modern firearms in terms of lethality, the operating principles and design concepts of some of it still caught Jiang Bing's attention. The design drawings of the top-tier equipment from various masters of various schools of thought were particularly inspiring.

The chapter on monster knowledge and illustrations is both important and not so important. It describes the weaknesses of various monsters, the materials that can be used on them, their origins, and how to restrain them.

It is important because with this knowledge, when you encounter monsters again, you will be able to have a clear idea of ​​what to do and anticipate the enemy's moves; it is not important because it only records the monsters in the world of "The Witcher", and the types are not complete. Master Mirror should have just summarized the monster information discovered by the witchers. There are many high-level monsters that witchers have only a vague understanding of, and the descriptions here are also vague.

Jiang Bing didn't believe that Master Mirror himself didn't know about this monster information.

The last chapter is about folklore and the evolution of chaotic magic. This chapter is extremely rich in content, covering all kinds of mysterious events from all over the world. It is simply an encyclopedia of mysterious phenomena in the world of "The Witcher", a magic version of "100,000 Whys", and it is also the most vivid and interesting part of the whole book.

All the contents added together, if converted into ordinary paper books, would be enough to fill up the entire small cafeteria of Base No. 6, but all the illustrated contents were engraved in this book by Master Mirror. No matter how Jiang Bing turned it, the book always maintained its original thickness.

Neither increase nor decrease, neither decay nor destruction.

I have to say, magic is sometimes more convenient than technology.

Chapter 134 Lekri Song

The increasingly severe global warming has caused the rain in Night City to be completely irregular.

late at night.

Lakely Song dragged his tired body and opened the door of his home.

He was exhausted by the affairs of the workers' mutual aid association. The more he investigated, the more he found that there were deep and complicated issues involved.

Some pots can be taken, but some pots can kill you.

The old superintendent no longer thinks about climbing the career ladder, and he refuses to even listen to the promises made by his superiors.

He just wants to keep his current job and maintain his happy family.

However, when he stepped into the house, a strange atmosphere surrounded him.

It's so quiet.

As usual, his little son would have come running over with a smile, asking for a hug.

But today the house was so quiet that the only sound was raindrops hitting the glass.

Countless terrible thoughts came to his mind, causing his heart to tighten involuntarily.

The nature of NCPD's work meant that he was destined to offend people, and Song had already anticipated this.

But without the generous salary of this job, in this Night City where everything costs money, the once happy family will fall apart in no time.

To this end, he moved to a high-end, heavily guarded apartment building and installed a sophisticated home defense system.

With a flash of his eyes, Song Yi completed the connection with the Kangtao smart home defense system at home.

The system log shows that everything is normal.

But this did not ease his nervousness at all.

Even though the door was right behind him, Song had no intention of turning around and leaving. Instead, he reached for the gun at his waist.

His sidearm is a "Uni-President" rifle, which he has carefully tuned and has accompanied him through many ups and downs over the years.

The lights in the living room were on, and his son's toys were scattered on the floor, just like countless ordinary days and nights.

However, what was strange was that the living room was empty and there was no one in sight.

He didn't say anything, but instead pulled the gun into his hand and tiptoed to his son's room.

The door handle was gently turned, and he pushed the door open a crack, only to see his wife with her back to him, gently patting their little son who had fallen asleep.

He was relieved that both of them were safe and sound.

It seemed that he was overthinking it.

"Jenny, it's so late, why haven't you slept yet today?"

Song's wife slowly turned her head, and her originally pretty face was filled with an expression of extreme fear. Tears kept flowing from her eyes, but she didn't dare to make a sound.

This scene made Song's heart fall into an ice cave in an instant.

"You know what?"

A deep voice sounded from behind Song, making him instantly shudder.

He remembered that he had checked the living room just now and there was no one there.

He turned around suddenly and pointed the gun at the corner where the sound came from.

A red figure sat carelessly on the sofa in the living room, leaning on a metal cane in his left hand and holding a photo frame that should have been placed on the cabinet in his right hand, staring at him quietly.

"who are you?"

Song almost roared these words from his throat.

However, the other party ignored his question and continued talking to himself.

"If it weren't for this photo, you might have fallen asleep the moment you walked into the house."

It was a group photo. In the photo, he was standing with two girls who looked very similar. The background was a street in Coronado Ranch. The three of them were laughing happily.

In the far corner, Sly and the Orphan Gang were huddled together with vigilant eyes.

Song was very puzzled by Jiang Bing's nonsensical words, but this did not prevent him from expressing his anger to the other party.

"Right now, my gun is pointed at your head. If you don't want a hole in your head, just answer me honestly. Who told you to come?"

Jiang Bing didn't pay any respect to his words, as if what he was holding in his hand was not a deadly weapon, but a hot dog or a sausage.

"You understand."

Jiang Bing looked directly into the other person's eyes, which were trying to pretend to be calm. "Since I can sit here quietly, it means that the thing in your hand is not as good as a fire stick."