The Creators: From Night City

Anyone equipped with the Zilenzikov prosthetic components can dodge a pistol bullet in a one-on-one fight.

As a veteran NCPD member, Song naturally understood.

Apart from the gun in his hand, he did not have many prosthetic parts installed on his body.

After all, the patrol department doesn't need him to be a very good fighter, and no matter how good he is, he can't beat the terrorist mobile team.

But Jiang Bing's words could not make him put down his weapon.

"Who are you anyway?"

If it weren't for his wife and son behind him, he would have wanted to pull the trigger and fight to the death.

"Anti-entropy"

Jiang Bing put the photo frame back to its original place, stared at the other person's dilated pupils, and replied slowly.

"You've been busy with this all day, you won't forget about it after get off work, will you?"

"Damn it, I knew it."

The other party took two deep breaths, put away his gun, and raised his hand to indicate that he gave up resistance.

As a veteran who has been able to stay in the NCPD for more than a decade without getting into trouble, he is as well-informed as a senior middleman.

"I never intended to go against you. I'm just in the system and I have to do what my superiors ordered."

Song looked around the furnishings in the room, "After all, I have a family to support."

"Yes, yes, to support the family."

Jiang Bing stood up and paced around the living room.

"You have to support your family, the Coronado farm workers have to support their families, and I have to support my family too."

“So this reason is not valid.”

Lakely Song's heart sank.

"What do you want?"

Jiang Bing picked up another photo frame, which contained the other party's family portrait.

The couple hugged their son and daughter, looking very sweet.

Needless to say, this configuration has surpassed 99% of people in Night City.

"I wanted an arm or a leg, but I changed my mind."

"Who told you to go and cause trouble for the Workers' Mutual Aid Association?"

"The Chief of the NCPD's Santo Domingo District, Sarak Jellion, received a signal from City Councilman Ste Giacojan that he wanted me to put pressure on the East Construction Company case."

In just a few words, Song sold out his boss completely.

After all, that fat guy is not as valuable as a finger of his wife and children.

"Lakeley Song, my intelligence indicates that you're not a good person in the truest sense of the word. Compared to those young people who've just joined the NCPD, you've long lost your passion. Upholding justice is a joke to you. Your focus isn't on making Night City a better place; just getting by is your norm."

Jiang Bing read out his evaluation of the other party.

"But you're still a good person."

Jiang Bing finally classified him as a good person.

"Thanks to Night City's excellent matchmaking system, in this cesspool where everyone is competing with each other for the worst, it's hard to find someone who's not willing to go along with the bad guys."

Song's mouth twitched.

"Should I thank you for the compliment?"

Jiang Bing nodded.

Chapter 135: Fishing Needs to Be Baited

Before the other party could catch his breath, Jiang Bing uttered another sentence that left him dumbfounded.

"If Sarak dies, can you take over?"

Song thought of a possibility and stammered, "Normally... it's impossible, unless~"

"Unless there is someone above to help."

Jiang Bing answered for him.

The other party nodded obediently.

"That's not something you need to worry about."

"Can I ask why Anti-Entropy chose me, and why you are so sure I would agree?"

Jiang Bingyong shook the family photo in his hand.

"You don't want them to get hurt."

One sentence made the other person lose his temper.

The other party asked with a resigned look on his face, "What does [Anti-Entropy] need from me?"

Jiang Bing smiled mysteriously.

"That's the interesting thing. We are not some extremist group with deep hatred and deep vengeance."

"[Anti-Entropy] doesn't need your help smuggling contraband, nor does it need you to engage in any shady operations."

"In fact, what we need you to do is do nothing."

These words made Song's brain a little confused.

"I don't understand."

"You'll understand."

"One last question, what is your relationship with the two girls in the photo?"

Song sighed and chose to tell the truth.

The most inappropriate things have already been said, so there is naturally no need to hide such trivial matters. Besides, he is very curious whether the other party will change his mind because of this photo.

"They are the daughters of one of my colleagues. He was killed in the line of duty not long ago. He was beaten to death by the Sixth Street Gang."

Whenever Song thinks of this incident, he frowns.

"He stopped someone from assaulting a street vendor during the day, and then was blocked in an alley on his way home from get off work that evening. When we arrived, he had been beaten to a pulp."

"The bureau insisted that this was a personal conflict and not a line of duty death, so naturally there was no compensation."

"Excellent." Jiang Bing nodded.

No wonder the other party explained it so straightforwardly, it seems the grudge has been going on for a long time.

"I won't disturb your rest, Officer Song. I suggest you spend the next two days working on the East Construction Company case."

"You're good at this anyway, aren't you?"

Jiang Bing stood up and left with his cane, not treating this as someone else's home at all.

Lakely Song gritted his teeth and suddenly spoke when he saw the other party open the door and wanted to leave.

"You have to be careful of the Terrorist Squad. They don't listen to anyone's orders, they only take police reports."

The door was closed, leaving Jiang Bing's words floating in the room.

"It's still unclear who has to be careful of whom."

The moment the door was closed, Song almost crawled to the door and looked out through the peephole.

The bright corridor was empty, without even a single person in sight.

The various sensing devices installed on both sides of the wall did not work at all.

It was as if no one had ever been here.

Listening to his wife's suppressed sobs in his son's bedroom, Song knew that this was not a dream.

However, if you want to be respected in front of others, you have to suffer behind their backs.

In order to avoid detection by the defensive equipment in the corridor, Jiang Bing, who was hanging in a mess outside the corridor window at this moment, had a deep understanding of this.

…………

Coronado Ranch is still the same half-dead bird with garbage all over the ground.

The intersection of Malagra Street and Bear Fruit Street.

A three-story building was rented and renovated not long ago.

A sign for the Workers' Mutual Aid Association hung on the newly painted door.

Old Logan had established himself at the Coronado Ranch.

After the incident at East Construction Company, the workers' mutual aid association, an organization that was neither black nor white, was established in their minds.

No matter whether the cat is black or white, a good cat is one that can offer compensation.

So now, when the Mutual Aid Association opens on the first day, it is packed with people and every seat is occupied.

There are no great scholars among the people who talk and laugh, and only ordinary people come and go.

Old Logan was wearing an old suit, his leather shoes were polished to a shine, and he walked with a gait of a dragon and a tiger, looking very energetic. It was completely impossible to tell that he had a prosthetic leg under his trousers.

When he stepped onto the podium again, he didn't need any help. The workers who received the discounted compensation from [Anti-Entropy] spontaneously chose to support him enthusiastically.

The atmosphere of the whole speech was extremely enthusiastic. When he got emotional, Old Logan couldn't help shedding tears. He recalled the past, the glorious years, and lamented the exploitation and oppression. The crowd was so excited that they wanted to rise up and follow Old Logan to rebuild the glory of freedom in America.

As he became more and more emotional, old Logan simply jumped onto the podium, raised his hands to the crowd below, and shouted slogans to protect the legal rights of workers.

This attracted many workers to follow and shout loudly.

At this time, Old Logan almost had a mustache.

The construction of corporate culture is extremely successful.

After finishing his speech, Old Logan, surrounded by workers, boarded a Curtiss V5000 Courage and headed for the Badlands, ready to return to his loyal Base No. 6.

As the car passed Coronado Ranch North, the driver noticed something was wrong.

"Boss, we're being watched."

In the rearview mirror, a Thracian 378 ten-seater truck was parked openly behind the car, and the American flag and other elements spray-painted on the car body were basically showing off to the surroundings unscrupulously.

I am the Sixth Street Gang!

Old Logan was not surprised but happy. He bent down and took out his needle-action double-barrel shotgun from under his body.

"Fuck him, he finally took the bait."

"Notify 'Crocodile Squad', the team ahead will kill them."

A car chase is about to begin.

Just as the Curtis V5000 Courage that Old Logan was riding in slowed down slightly because of turning, the ten-man captain of the Thracian 378 behind it suddenly accelerated, and several Sixth Street Gang members leaned out of the car window and started shooting with guns.

The bullets hit the bulletproof armor of the car body, making a ping-pong sound.

The originally orderly traffic flow suddenly became chaotic. A Six Street Gang vehicle that was ambushed at the intersection ahead simply blocked itself in front of the traffic flow, triggering a series of chain collisions. The Six Street Gang corporal in the car got out and fired a volley of bullets into the air. The car owners were squeezed in the middle of the traffic jam and could not move, so they simply chose to abandon their cars and flee.

The road ahead was blocked, so the people in the car opened the door and got out, leaning against the car body and the building, and started a passionate shootout with each other.

But this time, the Sixth Street Gang was obviously determined to teach the Workers' Mutual Aid Association, which had been acting so arrogantly in recent days, a lesson. Three or four more cars quickly rushed out from the corner and surrounded the Curtis V5000 Courage.

For a moment, the surging firepower made it impossible for the men to raise their heads.

"Where are you guys? If you don't come soon, you'll really have to collect my body!"

Old Logan buried his head as the bullets hit the specially thickened armor plates, creating a crisp sound of metal collision.

"We'll be there soon, just hold on a little longer."

As the roar of the engine filled the ears, an armored pickup truck, carrying Dolio and [Annihilation] in the back, joined the battlefield from the side.

"Sizzle~~"

[Annihilation] The unique welding-like gunshot sounded, and countless metal steel balls covered the opponent, including the person and the car.

A car instantly turned into a fireball.