The Creators: From Night City

"Alpha-channel ion scorpion neurotoxin, the type of neurotoxin detected in the syringe."

Aurora explained aloud.

"A slow-release, non-lethal nerve toxin. Very rare and expensive. It's mostly used to assassinate government officials and corporate executives."

Jiang Bing stopped throwing the flying knife and turned around to ask.

"Let me guess. The reason they used it to assassinate these nobles is because existing medical methods can't treat it?"

Aurora nodded silently and spoke with some difficulty.

"Yes, as a carefully compiled artificial virus, there is currently almost no treatment in the world for it."

"It depends largely on its characteristics."

Aurora took into consideration that the marginal walkers around her did not have such high medical knowledge, and explained the following words as simply as possible.

"The α-channel ion scorpion neurotoxin is not lethal. Its toxicity is primarily targeted at synapses and neuronal networks. Within a short period of time, the toxin matches the genetic information of the receptors and combines with them, producing a unique substance that can rigidify a large number of neuronal networks in the human body. While it won't kill, it will fundamentally destroy the entire body's ability to secrete and conduct neurotransmitters."

Gloria came to her senses and asked, "Vegetative?"

"It's worse than that," Aurora denied aloud.

"Neurotransmitters are chemicals responsible for transmitting information between neurons. If their secretion and transmission are blocked, the patient will be conscious but unable to think, have memory but unable to mobilize, and have perception but unable to feel."

"It's like falling into hell." Jiang Bing fumbled with the flying knife and gave his opinion.

Aurora's translation component was quite advanced, and she quickly understood the Buddhist term spoken by Jiang Bing in Chinese.

"In a sense, it is true."

"There's no treatment?"

Aurora pursed her lips. "This virus was developed from the outset with the world's most cutting-edge treatments in mind: neural reconstruction, full brain structure replication, and even consciousness cloning. This toxin is tightly integrated with the genome. Unless the patient has backed up their entire genetic information beforehand, we can try a 'gene rollback' approach."

Genetic information backup, as the name suggests, is to back up and archive the genetic information of the recipient's entire body at a certain point in time. If similar viral weapons targeting genes are encountered in the future, corresponding treatment can be carried out by referring to the archived genetic information.

As the name suggests, this medical method is extremely expensive, with a high single-time price. In order to ensure the effect, information collection must be carried out continuously for a long time to ensure the accuracy and timeliness of the information.

This medical service is aimed at a small group of people in this world, and it is so expensive that only a few people in the Arasaka family can enjoy this service within the Arasaka Corporation.

Old Logan, a peasant, would never even hear of it in his lifetime, let alone enjoy it.

She shrugged. "So, unless there's some way to genetically transform him, there's no other medical treatment I know of."

Given her status and knowledge, she can speak so confidently, which shows that this must be the case.

Aurora's face flickered with an awkward expression. "I advise you to make a decision quickly. If the patient lies here in this state for one more day, not to mention the cost, it will be just one more day of torture for him."

"You know quite a bit about this unusual virus." Jiang Bing turned his head towards Aurora.

"Your biotech stuff?"

The female doctor bit her lip and nodded very slightly.

"Isn't this thing difficult to handle?"

The female doctor nodded again, and after a brief thought, decided to reveal some internal company secrets to Jiang Bing.

"This virus is extremely rare and expensive. It is a laboratory prototype and was only recently created. It is not available on the market at all."

By this point, the identity of the mastermind behind the attack had already become clear.

Walsh, the newly appointed head of the food business line at Biotech, had no difficulty in obtaining this toxin due to his status.

This guy is in cahoots with the Six Street Gang and specifically uses this precious poison just to give [Anti-Entropy] and Jiang Bing a warning.

This is to force him to attack his own people. Not only will they kill them, but they will also destroy their hearts.

Lusay Charleson is really good at judging people. This bastard has no bottom line and is vindictive.

"You said there's no way to cure it in this world?"

Chapter 139: One wave comes after another

Seeing the other party nod affirmatively again, Jiang Bing did not feel discouraged at all.

It's a coincidence, Boss Jiang has nothing else but a lot of experience traveling to various worlds. The problems that cannot be solved by the technology of this world may have solutions in other worlds.

What's more, if science doesn't work, Boss Jiang has a ready-made magic solution.

'Trial of Green Grass!'

The Green Grass Trial mutation recorded in "The Witcher Theory" coincidentally can perfectly solve the poison that Old Logan was infected with.

It was such a coincidence that Jiang Bing felt a chill down his spine, fearing that Master Mirror would pop out from some corner and say something mysterious to him in the next second.

"Everything is planned."

Fortunately, what he feared did not happen. Maybe this place was not in the other party’s service area, or maybe the other party did not want to get involved in this matter at all.

After talking with Aurora, she left as she was busy with work, leaving everyone on the scene in a depressed mood.

"Boss, I just received news that the headquarters of the Workers' Mutual Aid Association has been blocked by the NCPD."

Gloria walked up to Jiang Bing and reported in a low voice.

"What a great web weave."

As soon as [Anti-Entropy] extended its tentacles towards Night City, it was entangled in a man-made net.

Order and violence, black and white intersect, weaving a tight and dense web.

For a moment, some were injured, some fell down, and Anti-Entropy suddenly seemed to be forced into a desperate situation.

"Go back to base first"

Jiang Bing made a decision.

The century-old Mackinaw Larrimore was carrying Jiang Bing, followed by Mann and others, as they drove out of the trauma team's campus and headed out of the city.

The convoy had not traveled far when it suddenly discovered that the road ahead was suddenly blocked.

"Boss, it's the NCPD."

Gloria, who was acting as the driver, suddenly spoke.

"It's strange. Why would they block the area in broad daylight for no reason? Nothing major has happened recently."

Jiang Bing, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes and stopped Gloria from opening the window.

"interesting"

Mackinaw Larimore stopped at the side of the road for a few seconds and then merged into the traffic ahead.

The noisy traffic gradually moved forward, and soon it was Jiang Bing's Mackinaw Larrimore's turn.

A Latina female commander knocked on the car window and signaled the driver to lower the window for inspection.

The bulletproof glass then lowered, and the person in the driver's seat became Jiang Bing at some point.

The NCPD commander asked Jiang Bing to show relevant documents, and he did so.

There is no such thing as fake certificates in Night City. As long as you are willing to spend money, you can go directly through official channels to get the relevant certificates. Most of the time, it is internal personnel who sell official positions and titles.

"Sable Lyric?"

The commander conducted routine inspections and inquiries.

"Um"

"Where to go?"

“Coronado Ranch.”

The female commander looked at the body of the Nola Limore and asked casually.

"What's in the car?"

"Nothing."

The other party didn't believe a word of this, but the NCPD and the border inspection station were not on the same page at all, and she had no intention of interfering in their affairs.

"Please get out of the car and cooperate with the inspection."

"No way, sir, you're so strict."

Most of the cars in Night City cannot withstand inspection, and their trunks are usually filled with shameful things.

Corpses, drugs, ammunition, or simply living people.

The other party repeated impatiently with a strong class tone.

"Get off the bus and be inspected, or turn around immediately and go back where you came from."

Jiang Bing got out of the car obediently.

"What happened up ahead, sir?"

Jiang Bing looked carefully into the other person's eyes.

"Kid, this is your first day in Night City."

"Didn't your mother teach you not to ask questions that aren't your own business?"

"Interesting." Jiang Bing suddenly laughed, leaving the female commander a little confused.

"It seems you know nothing."

The other person's hand had already touched the gun at his waist.

Sudden bouts of self-talk are an early sign of cyberpsychosis.

Jiang Bing suddenly reached out, grabbed the other person's collar and pushed her down.

The next second, a tungsten steel armor-piercing nail whizzed past and penetrated into the road.

Judging from the trajectory, if Jiang Bing had not supported the other party with one hand, this electromagnetic sniper bullet would have penetrated the other party's back and exited Jiang Bing's chest.

Kill two birds with one stone.

Jiang Bing's sudden action made the NCPD officers at the checkpoint feel like they were facing a great enemy. They all took out their guns and it seemed that if they hadn't taken the female commander beside him into consideration, they would have performed a classic American trick on him on the spot - emptying the magazine.

"boom!"

Flames shot up from where Jiang Bing was standing.

"Type 05 kinetic sniper rifle and high-explosive ammunition."

Jiang Bing, who had moved to the side at some point, threw the female commander into the bunker next to him, muttering to himself.

"You think highly of me."

A masterpiece of high-tech military industry, this heavy sniper rifle can even shoot down hovercraft within its effective range.

Today, Jiang Bing also experienced the feeling of being attacked by an anti-material sniper rifle against a single soldier.

"Om~~"

The unique mechanical hum of turbocharging resounded everywhere, and Jiang Bing immediately heard that the oil pipe filter device of the engine had not been cleaned for a long time, resulting in the sound being a bit dry and hoarse, not mellow at all.

The distinctive "da da" sound of the military-grade M221 Saratoga submachine gun rang out simultaneously, turning several police officers guarding the blockade into bloody messes.

Jiang Bing took the time to take a look and said, "You know what, your shooting skills are quite accurate."

A red Kusanagi CT-3X motorcycle arrived following the gunshots.

As the driver tightened the throttle again and pulled the handlebars upwards, relying on the quick-reaction components in his body, the edge walker successfully pressed the front wheel accurately on the hood of a police car at ultra-high speed.

The powerful force made the motorcycle soar into the sky. The opponent in the air decisively activated the Swanwestin on his body and poured bullets at Jiang Bing.

The bullet fell, creating even, tiny grooves on the ground with a diameter of less than one meter.

This shows that the opponent's shooting accuracy is indeed good.

Jiang Bing had flashed to the center of the road at a speed barely visible to the naked eye, avoiding the bullets while also clearing the path of the other motorcycle.

The edgewalker on a motorcycle had a shit-yellow Mohawk, and his face was covered with seams from the installation of prosthetics, running in all directions, like a spiderweb mask on his face.

These seams are the result of incisions made on the facial bones when installing certain prosthetics, and they also serve as opening and closing grooves for subsequent maintenance.

Most people would choose to implant a layer of artificial skin on the surface to cover these seams, and a small number would deliberately do some seam beautification, which is also a very popular facial decoration.

But having so many messy seams like the other side is purely a personal hobby of curiosity.

Jiang Bing's obsessive-compulsive disorder was triggered by watching it.