The Creators: From Night City

The main reason is that this bar is located in the territory of the Sixth Street Gang and is within the influence range of the armed forces under his command, so safety is at least guaranteed.

The rock chicks were all energetic and very much to his liking.

But his sexual preferences were clearly revealed by big data.

According to Roger's network general Nix, "This guy can even pull out the average daily rotation speed of his big steel cannon, not to mention his ordinary little hobby."

So Jiang Bing was like a wife waiting to catch her adulterer, waiting for the adulterer to show up.

Assassination is not like treating someone to a meal, writing an article, or painting or embroidering. It cannot be so elegant, so leisurely, so refined, so gentle, courteous, frugal and modest.

It's about being quick, accurate and ruthless, and requires sufficient intelligence support, rigorous training, extraordinary skills, and a big heart that can remain calm in the face of emergencies.

Unfortunately, except for the last one, Jiang Bing does not quite meet the other requirements.

But great force works wonders.

In the second hour after Jiang Bing couldn't stand the harassment anymore and moved to the steps at the door, Flavio dos Santos finally arrived.

He was driving a gray-silver Chevrolet Thrace 388 Jefferson, wearing a brown-black suit, an off-white vest, and a large gold watch casually visible on his left wrist, looking like a domineering president on a secret visit.

There are many short-sighted women in the bar who love this kind of thing.

The younger brother who was accompanying him parked the car in front of the door of "Hongni", and another younger brother quickly got out of the car to open the door for the boss.

The other party walked out of the car slowly and his movements were full of affectation, which made Jiang Bingzhi feel sick.

So he pulled up the hood of his smock, stood up and walked towards the other person.

Chapter 147 Unsolved Case

The younger brother who was driving went to park the car, while the younger brother in charge of security took a few steps ahead and ran to open the door of the bar for the boss.

In just a few seconds, he heard the sound of someone falling to the ground behind him.

The younger brother quickly turned his head, but only saw the headless body of Flavio dos Santos lying on the ground, blood spurting out of his cavity, staining his neat suit red, and his limbs were still twitching slightly from time to time due to nerve spasms.

The real murderer behind the scenes had already turned the corner with Flavio dos Santos' head in his arms under the cover of the sandstorm.

Knicks followed him online for several days before he decided that on this day, if Jiang Bing didn't bring back some local specialties, it would be unfair to him to pay the other party 2 yuan.

After walking a few steps, Jiang Bing felt that it was not appropriate to rush forward while carrying a human head, so he turned around and went back to the Hongni parking lot. Not long after, a silver-gray Chevrolet Thrace 388 Jefferson drove out of the parking area from the other side.

I have to say, Jiang Bing hasn't stolen a car for a long time, so his skills are a little rusty.

Just when the bewildered brother finally calmed down and wanted to talk to the parking boy, he only found a corpse with its neck twisted into a knot in the parking space.

With Jiang Bing's superb craftsmanship, the twist was twisted six times!

The car had long since disappeared.

On the way, Jiang Bing skillfully contacted the owner of the Cyber ​​Mine.

42's business is getting more and more prosperous. Jiang Bing feels that if he keeps digging like this, he will eventually become the richest man in Night City.

However, the item that came to receive the goods this time was not a 'microphone', but a Xiongfeng drone.

This was originally a childcare drone manufactured by Zeta Technology. Due to its simple design, affordable price and high compatibility, it has shined in other fields.

Logistics companies use them to deliver packages, NCPD uses them for reconnaissance missions, gangs strap explosives to them to make remote-controlled bombs, and 42 uses them to transport "raw materials."

[Jiang Bing: Are you sure this will work?]

[42: We've calculated that the average weight of a human male head is 1.56kg. The approved load capacity of a male is 14kg, which fully meets the requirements. You can rest assured.]

Jiang Bing: I'm not worried about transportation capacity, I'm worried about road safety.

[42: Of course, I've disguised this drone with a Respectable Logistics device identification code, so you can rest assured it's safe.]

[Jiang Bing: Are you sure this isn't even more dangerous?]

[42: Confirmed. We've done a risk assessment and have a corresponding risk response plan. Don't worry, Sabul. I can handle it.]

Since the other party said so, Jiang Bing had no choice but to believe it.

Flavio dos Santos pays great attention to his appearance on a daily basis. You can tell from his hair that he takes care of it regularly, and his weight is also among the healthiest.

This results in his head being neither fat nor thin, and his regularly trimmed slicked-back hairstyle does not take up too much space, allowing it to be easily stuffed into the belly space of the Xiongfeng drone, which has a diameter of less than 30 cm.

[Jiang Bing: I'll give you all the money in the account. Don't forget to give me the information.]

【42: Don't worry, the crack is expected to be completed in 43 hours.】

Watching the silver-white drone spiraling up into the sky with Flavio dos Santos's head, Jiang Bing returned to his newly stolen Chevrolet Thrace 388 Jefferson, stepped on the accelerator to the floor, and drove away with the engine roaring.

Of course Jiang Bing would not stand up and pedal someone else's bike.

Not to mention the professional qualities of a "craftsman", even in terms of ownership, it has become the private property of Boss Jiang.

After driving it back to the Bad Land, I would flash the car system, repair and replace the internal components, apply a layer of paint, and finally find the old captain to complete the relevant procedures. By then, even if Flavio dos Santos, who has already ascended to heaven, were to come back to life and stand on the front of the car, he would not be able to say that this car was his little baby.

He could only watch Jiang Bing step on the accelerator hard.

However, if you don't step on the accelerator hard, the car's starting speed will be very slow.

The Chevrolet Thrace is the go-to car for Night City's middle management. Elegant, powerful, and incredibly safe.

It is wrapped in thick armor from head to toe, the chassis is thick enough to directly penetrate a minefield, and the bulletproof windows can even bounce off large-caliber bullets.

But the price is that the weight seriously exceeds the standard.

Although the manufacturer has equipped it with a powerful engine, allowing it to reach a lightning speed, the Thrace's excessive weight makes it accelerate slowly like an old lady crossing the road.

So nine out of ten people who drive this car have to repair the throttle drive shaft every now and then.

Also, every one out of ten must be a top-level member of each major gas station.

It is no exaggeration to say that if you step on the accelerator to the bottom, you will spend a glass of Johnny Silverhand.

But that doesn't stop it from being handsome.

The car sped towards the Bad Land, carrying a man who was anxious to return home to inherit the throne.

There are still a lot of things to do back at the base. The scale of the storm has to continue to increase, and the many medical equipment ordered have to be classified and stored in designated locations for easy transportation to the "warehouse" when the time comes.

Boss Jiang just felt that he was as busy as a wage earner.

………………

Plane No. HXXD-G00334 (Wizarding World)

Novigrad is a Free City located in Redania, the largest city and major port in the North.

Northerners call it the capital of the world.

Jiang Bing looked at the "center of the universe" and was not disappointed.

The muddy road was mixed with feces splashed on both sides of the street, and was thoroughly stirred by countless pairs of feet passing by. You are in me and I am in you, forming a kind of porridge-like mixture.

Urine, human and animal feces filled Jiang Bing's nostrils from all angles, giving the city its most fundamental "smell".

There are a lot of people, coming and going, shoulder to shoulder.

There were traders, thieves, bargainers, people delivering washed clothes, beggars, robbers, people who were human, people who were not human, people who looked like humans, people who did not look like humans, people who carried dead bodies, and people who burned people alive.

Colorful and bizarre.

Jiang Bing gained a lot of knowledge along the way.

In particular, the local specialty, charcoal-grilled human beings, fully demonstrates Novigrad's hospitality, freedom and equality to outsiders.

The Cult of Eternal Fire has a great influence in this city. The bishop and the temple guards firmly grasp the fate of the city. They use ignorance and superstition to control the residents of the city and strengthen their own authority.

In addition, various underground underworld forces also control the lifeline of this city, and a large number of foreign spies are stirring up trouble in this seemingly bright and beautiful cesspool, making the whole city restless.

The city's flavor was so authentic that Jiang Bing almost thought he was back in Night City.

Chapter 148 The Troubadour of the Vanilla Inn

The gravel road on the main road at least shows some of the civilization of this city which claims to be the "most civilized city in the north".

He freed Jiang Bing's feet.

Vanilla Inn

Jiang Bing chose this as a temporary place for himself.

It's nothing, compared to other pubs on the street that are bustling with people and full of people in broad daylight, this store looks deserted from the outside.

But the sound of the lute coming from inside was extremely moving.

The wooden door hinges creaked when pushed, just like this tavern and hotel, which looked shabby from the outside and equally shabby inside, and had not been properly maintained for a long time.

"Ahaha, a guest is here~"

The person playing the piano seemed to be the boss. When he saw Jiang Bing pushing the door, he immediately stood up and greeted him warmly.

Isn't he enthusiastic? This is probably his only customer in the past two days.

The boss's face was filled with a warm and slightly exaggerated smile, his thin mustache trembled, and he looked at the guests with his peach blossom eyes.

When he glanced at the [Parudamentum] on Jiang Bing's body, the red armor with some changes of [Power-Chiyou] visible under the cloak, and the half of the exquisite hilt, his smile became obviously much more enthusiastic.

Thanks to some kind people he met on the road, Jiang Bing got a reference sample of local armor.

The craftsman's skill allows his casual works to show the beauty of craftsmanship, not to mention that red was a color mostly used by the nobility in the Middle Ages when pigment extraction was difficult.

In order to cover up the exquisite armor on his body, Jiang Bing prepared the [Parudamentum] coat in advance, which is also not something that ordinary people can afford.

Converted to modern times, it would at least be considered a high-end luxury item.

[Parudamentum] A large square cloak, often used over the armor of senior military commanders and emperors in the Roman era.

There is no Rome in this world, but similar hooded cloaks are very common. However, none of them are as solid in material and exquisite in style as the one on Jiang Bing.

The industrial level of the 21st century is such that even if Jiang Bing tries his best to restrain it, it can easily surpass the three handicraft streets in the world.

Most people's cloaks are rough like sackcloth, and are made of wool and linen. They are nothing like this machine-woven fabric, which is made of carefully proportioned synthetic materials. The yarns are tightly structured, the lines are symmetrically spaced, and the stitches are fine.

This world doesn't talk about handmade blessings or ingenuity. The crushing productivity has brought about an almost discontinuous aesthetic bullying.

"Welcome to the Vanilla Inn, please take a seat."

"Are you the boss here?"

Jiang Bing was a little curious when he saw that he was the only one in the entire hotel.

The boss was also a smart man and quickly replied: "The waiter is temporarily on leave for something, but don't worry, no matter the food or drinks, we guarantee you will be satisfied."

Jiang Bing sat down half-believingly. Fortunately, the thick chair was solid enough to bear Jiang Bing's huge weight that lifted the airflow.

"Sir, you must be hungry after traveling all the way here. Would you like to try our signature dish, vanilla stew?" The shop owner introduced the signature dish in a rhythmic tone.

Jiang Bing was not hungry, but he wanted to try the signature dish that the other party mentioned.

So the other party started to get busy.

To be honest, although the food in this world is rich in ingredients and of excellent quality, the cooking techniques need to be improved.

The dishes are of a single variety, the cooking methods are monotonous, the seasonings are light, and the cooking style is exactly the same as Jiang Bing's previous casting style.

The ultimate stacking of materials and great effort create miracles.

The shop owner quickly prepared a stew in the kitchen - an alien version of the Northeastern hotpot with extra cilantro.

But the taste is quite good, especially when paired with a bottle of local pepper vodka packaged in a cloudy glass bottle, which has a unique otherworldly flavor.

Just when Jiang Bing was enjoying his meal, the wooden door was kicked open.

Five people squeezed in from the door, all of them looked ferocious and had bad intentions.

Jiang Bing once thought that the other party was coming for him, but the shop owner with his flamboyant behavior panicked first.

"What do you want to do?"

"I don't want to do anything, Dandelion. I just want to settle accounts with you." The leader's face flushed and his eyes seemed to be spitting fire.

Jiang Bing suddenly realized. No wonder the other party's words and actions always gave him a sense of familiarity. It turned out that he was Bai Lang's wandering poet friend. It can only be said that the real person was more exaggerated than Jiang Bing had imagined.

"I don't remember what I owe you."

"That's not what you thought when you slept with my wife." The other man gritted his teeth, hating him so much that he wanted to chew him into pieces.

'And more dissolute,' Jiang Bing added in his mind.