The Creators: From Night City

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"I just want to invite you to a spectacular fireworks display. It's the largest kind of firecracker ever created by mankind. I hope it will help you wake up and figure out whose territory Night City should be."

Without waiting for a reply, Jiang Bing, surrounded by Mann whose armor was stained with blood, turned and left without looking back, leaving Rosalind Myers, the new US president, like a worthless rag bag.

The new US president stared blankly at the bewildering behavior of the other party, who had killed all his subordinates and then swaggered away, completely stunned.

Jiang Bing indeed had no intention of kidnapping the other party to extort money from New America or killing them.

Kidnapping a new US president serves no purpose other than giving the enemy a "united" buff, and killing him would be even more futile.

Three-legged toads are rare, but two-legged people vying to become the new US president are far too many. Unless Jiang Bing can directly eliminate the interest group behind Rosalind Miles, killing one of her will only result in another appearing.

It would be better to keep this old woman whose courage is about to be broken by [Entropy Reversal].

The real and effective conclusion to today's battle will depend on the 'firecrackers' that will be delivered to the world next.

Badlands, Base Six.

A heavy metal canopy suddenly opened under the bright starry night, revealing a concealed launch silo inside. The cold metallic luster of the silo cover quietly reflected the eerie light under the emergency lights.

Inside the heavy launch silo, a uniquely shaped missile stands quietly. It is more slender than a common intercontinental ballistic missile, and its outer shell is covered with a dark gray coating that absorbs radar waves. The warhead is not a traditional multiple independently targetable reentry vehicle (MIRV) compartment, but a smooth, blunt structure like a black pebble.

This is "Pandora," meticulously crafted by [The Founder] Jiang Bing, a gift and surprise prepared by [Anti-Entropy] for the sky, not the earth.

An intercontinental ballistic missile carrying a 'small' yield nuclear warhead.

The launch silo cover slid open with a roar, driven by a hydraulic device, revealing the dark blue night sky.

There was no deafening roar, only a series of muffled howls, seemingly coming from the depths of the earth.

As Jiang Bing, who had rushed back to the base via 'Heiml', gave the launch command, a fiery tail flame instantly erupted from the missile's tail, illuminating the silo wall in a ghastly white light.

The rocket soared into the sky, its massive airflow stirring up the dust and sand of the barren land, creating a spiraling column of smoke.

Pandora broke free from the shackles of gravity, like a black arrow shot into the sky, its long, dazzling tail tearing through the silent night sky as it sped toward the Pacific Ocean that Jiang Bing had carefully chosen.

Soon, its trajectory was detected by the nearest countries with advanced air raid early warning systems, including the North American branch of Arasaka, Northern California, the Republic of Oregon, the Republic of Washington, the Republic of Nevada, and New Mexico. The piercing alarms instantly rang out in those deep-buried early warning centers. Panic, like a cold, venomous snake, coiled around the necks of these decision-makers. But before the news could spread, the missile, like a rising crescent moon, had already traveled a sufficient distance and arrived at the grand stage that Jiang Bing had meticulously calculated and prepared for it.

Located over the Pacific Ocean, at the center of a triangle formed by Night City, the Hawaiian Islands, and the Gulf of Alaska, this location is an ideal spot for a nuclear bomb.

Without a countdown or signal, the moment it reached the designated location and height, the outer shell of the nuclear warhead, resembling a work of art, silently cracked and peeled away, revealing the core—a device that shimmered with a deep blue light and was as intricately structured as a work of art.

If the three musketeers of [Anti-Entropy] were here, they would surely be surprised to find that it is strikingly similar to the 'Pandora's Box' they gave them back then.

However, this time it wasn't a dud.

As soon as the detonation command was given, the detonation device inside the nuclear warhead exploded instantly, and the chain reaction was successfully detonated in a fraction of a second.

What followed was an explosion, a violent explosion; art is an explosion!

Light—light that is pure to the extreme and violent to the extreme—was born!

A ball of light, a thousand or even ten thousand times brighter than the midday sun, suddenly ignited in the pitch-black night sky over North America!

It did not dissipate instantly, but rather expanded and tumbled violently in the atmosphere, its diameter increasing to several kilometers in the blink of an eye! The core temperature of this sphere of light was enough to reach tens of millions of degrees Celsius, so bright that it looked as if someone had cut off a small piece of the sun and hung it above the Earth's sky!

In that instant, all the cities and states on the entire West Coast, and all the residents, felt as if it were dawn.

Chapter 632 Hanz's Investment Activities

The abandoned dock in the north of Westwind Manor, carefully chosen by Jiang Bing as a 'viewing platform,' offers the most expansive view.

When the light from the nuclear bomb swept across hundreds of kilometers and shone on Rosalind Miles's face, it was so bright that she involuntarily squinted and could only put on the sunglasses that Jiang Bing had given her before leaving.

Only now did she understand what Jiang Bing meant by those words.

These fireworks are indeed quite large.

However, this nuclear bomb wasn't just shown to her; it was also shown to the new America behind her, its military technology, the FIA, NASA, and all the interest groups.

After expanding to its limit, the terrifying sphere of light began to slowly cool and darken, but its edges remained scorching hot. Then, an even more breathtaking sight appeared—a gigantic, translucent shockwave ring, shimmering with ionizing light, expanded outwards from the sphere of light at a visible speed!

It is like a giant ring thrown by a god, or a miniature ripple of the expanding universe, silently sweeping across the sky and stirring up a giant wave on the sea.

Wherever he went, everything fell silent.

Fortunately, the explosive yield and location were carefully calculated by Jiang Bing. The shockwave only caused the vast sea to surge for a while, and did not cause a terrifying tsunami.

As for the subsequent radiation pollution?

It's fair to say that in the ocean environment of a cyberpunk world, this level of radiation pollution is far from significant.

Cyber ​​Father's Little Garden is up to its old tricks.

When the FIA ​​agents who arrived found her on the dock using the tracking device under Rosalind Miles' skin, she was staring blankly at the endless bay.

"It's...it's...it's...to the President's...under...the...encirclement...safe, only...the...lady...people,...high-ranking officials have been evacuated..."

The high-intensity electromagnetic pulse (EMP) generated by the nuclear explosion swept across the entire Pacific coast like an invisible tsunami at the speed of light. Although the nuclear bomb, whose yield was carefully calculated by Jiang Bing, did not directly shut down the power supply to these coastal cities, the high-energy charged particle disturbances it generated still affected radio communications within a range of thousands of kilometers from the nuclear explosion's epicenter to varying degrees.

The reports from FIA agents to headquarters were inevitably mixed with a lot of electrical disturbance noise.

In Night City, which was swept by the EMP, some old electrical appliances were damaged, but more lights were turned on again. All the major factions were alarmed by the nuclear explosion. Office workers who had already left work were recalled to the company, while those who hadn't left work could forget about leaving at all.

The entire Night City, and even North America, was engulfed in chaos by the nuclear bomb. Tonight, in Night City, the only one who could sleep well was probably Colonel Hansen himself.

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Under normal circumstances, Mr. Hanz would never choose to meet with Colonel Hansen.

But the situation in Dogtown is clearly not normal now.

As soon as it was light, he embarked on his journey to the Gemstone Blue Building, but this time he wasn't going to see Hansen, but rather the man behind him.

Sabur Leryk

The thrilling battle took place just yesterday, but Dogtown, still shrouded in the smoke of gunpowder, suddenly bursts into life.

Large construction teams and numerous building facilities were brought into Dogtown by skilled workers to clear the ruins of buildings destroyed by the war, extinguish fires, level roads, and then rebuild the gates of Dogtown.

These people are all members of the 'Workers' Mutual Aid Association'.

The hounds that used to patrol the streets have also disappeared. Having suffered heavy losses in yesterday's battle, they were no longer able to take on the patrol duties of Dog Town. But it doesn't matter, they have been replaced by the Anti-Entropy auxiliary army wearing the combat uniforms of [Heavenly Soldiers] and [Heavenly Generals].

Although Hansen still made a public announcement on the radio today, everyone with a keen sense of smell knows that Dogtown has changed, and Ghost Hound may have become someone else's pet dog.

'Dogtown has become Dogtown of [Inverse Entropy],' Hanz made a reasonable deduction.

As Hans had guessed, the facts proved correct.

Security at the Gemstone Azure Building has been taken over by the people of [Anti-Entropy]. Although the people of the Netherhound have objections to this, they are able to restrain themselves under the suppression of Colonel Hansen.

There was no use in trying to control themselves; the towering figures of the 'Black King's Apostles' and their battlefield dominance displayed in yesterday's battle sent chills down everyone's spines.

Inside the luxurious and spacious sapphire blue hall, two rows of armored 'Black King Apostles' stood guard like a ceremonial guard, putting considerable mental pressure on the middleman.

But he resisted the temptation of the readily available benefits.

The elevator slowly ascended, and Hanz soon met his old friend in his office on the 88th floor.

Jiang Bing was chatting with Colonel Hansen; in reality, he was the one talking and Hansen was the one listening.

"The Ghost Hound must be purged. You can deal with your right-hand men, Bennett and Gago, yourself."

"I can tell you the truth about your smuggling channels. I don't care about them at all. You can choose to keep them for now and manage them yourself, or hand them over to the administration of the head of the department, Gloria, and go back to your old profession, leading troops and becoming a full-time general."

"But there is a prerequisite: you and your people must pass the 'attitude test' for joining [Reverse Entropy]."

Colonel Hansen frowned and remained silent.

"Of course, you have another option, which is to retire from the military and leave Dogtown with your Ghost Hound."

Hansen understood that this option was just a polite formality. In the current situation, if he were to leave the protection of [Anti-Entropy], he would be torn to shreds by the major companies.

After all, he doesn't have nuclear weapons, let alone the more crucial intercontinental ballistic missiles.

He was a smart man, but he was still human after all. He woke up to find not only Dogtown under different ownership and the Ghost Hound crippled, but also a blood feud with New America. The stark contrast left his mind completely blank.

However, being a soldier, he understood the principle of "the winner takes all," and he knew what he could and could not do.

So he could only agree, and with a frown, he went out and met Hanz, who had come to visit.

The two exchanged a glance, each with a different expression, their minds racing with various calculations.

In the small town of Dogtown, various forces and interests are deeply intertwined. Smuggling, arms dealing, drugs, prosthetics, energy, and even political transactions and human trafficking all exist in this small town.

Not to mention the Voodoo Gang and the Cleaners who are everywhere in Dogtown, the town's residents are mostly criminals, outcasts, and opportunists with ulterior motives who are trying to escape Night City's pursuit.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that everyone in the group is a villain.

Chapter 633 An Orange

Even the Netherhounds are riddled with factions, rife with infighting and backstabbing.

The relationships in Dogville are as complex and chaotic as its streets.

Fortunately, [Reverse Entropy] may not have much else, but its blade is fast and sharp.

Faced with this situation, Jiang Bing's solution was so simple and brutal that it was outrageous.

Dogtown immediately declared a state of martial law. Before the people of Anti-Entropy figured out the general situation in Dogtown, any cleaners or voodoo gang members who dared to cause trouble or jump around would be investigated by the Black King's Apostles and fed bullets.

【Reverse Entropy】is not like the Netherworld Hound; it is also indirectly constrained by these gangs and forces.

Although Hansen was powerful when he was in power, Dogtown was ultimately just a warlord's stronghold; it did not engage in production and did not possess the means of production.

It cannot survive independently of human society.

Putting aside everything else, Dogtown cannot produce its own water, food, weapons, ammunition, and other necessities for survival. It has to rely on smuggling to purchase and transport these supplies from other places.

This is the fundamental reason why Hansen has been committed to turning Dogtown into an international black market, a gray area intermediary place, making a living from information, running smuggling, and doing political brokerage business.

He did imagine that even giants like Peizhuo Petrochemical and Su Petrochemical, when doing real business, needed to control the means of production.

However, [Reverse Entropy] doesn't need to. If Jiang Bing wanted to, [Reverse Entropy] could immediately become the largest exporter of daily necessities in North America.

Therefore, all the previous profit transfer chains, smuggling channels, and material transportation channels in Dogtown can be discarded by [Anti-Entropy]. Jiang Bing also looks down on all kinds of business transactions, money, and weapons.

In this way, facing this tangled mess, [Anti-Entropy] can wield its blade decisively and without any hesitation.

On the other hand, the Ghost Hounds' lack of control over Dog Town was also due to insufficient manpower and material support, but the Anti-Entropy forces had far more manpower.

Not only are there sufficient troops, but there are also sufficient supplies.

The current anti-entropy can completely ignore everyone else in this world and live independently, fully self-sufficiently.

The increasingly sophisticated industrial system in the Red Dead Redemption world has resulted in a surplus of basic resources for Anti-Entropy.

It's more than enough; it's simply impossible to use it all up.

【Reverse Entropy】is a producer, and the confidence brought by multiple worlds as logistical bases allows Jiang Bing to completely ignore any detours, act recklessly, and do whatever he wants.

Other forces want to cut off Dogtown's water, electricity, internet, supplies, and transportation channels for daily necessities.

let it be..

Heimer will let them know what the dimensional-level "South-to-North Water Diversion" and "West-to-East Gas Pipeline" are all about.

This is what it means to have food in hand and not panic in your heart.

But Hanz was unaware of this.

His reason for coming today is very simple.

He wanted to leverage his existing relationship with Jiang Bing to ensure that his business in Dogtown would not be affected by the change of regime. Of course, it would be even better if he could use this relationship to further his career and gain more influence.

Therefore, he brought his sincerity.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Sabur."

Compared to their last meeting, Hans was being excessively polite now; unknowingly, a pitiful, thick barrier called 'class' had separated the two of them.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Hans. I wonder what you'd like to discuss with me?" Compared to the other party, Jiang Bing was exceptionally impartial.

"I'm a businessman, so of course I'm here to talk to you about business matters," Hans said with a slightly flattering tone.

"Considering our past pleasant cooperation, [Anti-Entropy] can still supply you with the usual amount of alcohol, cigarettes, and organic meat, but the price will need to be renegotiated." In the past, [Anti-Entropy] relied on Hanz's influence in Dogtown to ensure the security of the entire business chain, and as the supplier, [Anti-Entropy] had to make appropriate concessions. However, now that Dogtown has been incorporated into [Anti-Entropy], this aspect will inevitably need to be adjusted.

Hans naturally understood the reasoning behind this and had no objection.

Hanz was pleased that his interests were secured right from the start, but what he was about to say was the most important thing.

“Mr. Sabur, the more important reason I’m here is to discuss other business with you.”

"other?"