The Creators: From Night City

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"Mr. Jack Wilson, are you planning to pick up the custom-made items stored here?" The staff member confirmed with Wilson again before leaving.

"certainly"

Since becoming a city councilor, he has rarely had large blocks of time to travel to Taiping State and Badlands. Therefore, the orders he places through the internal supply system of [Anti-Entropy] can only be delivered by transport personnel to [Anti-Entropy]'s stations in various districts of Night City for safekeeping.

'Yandouhe' is the station with the highest security level among them.

Rather than shopping, Wilson came here to pick up something; shopping was just a side trip.

Soon, Misty changed her clothes and walked out of the fitting room.

It's no exaggeration to say that it's completely transformed.

As a seasoned enthusiast of the occult, Misty has her own unique aesthetic when it comes to clothing and styling.

Her perpetually dark eye circles and studded choker suggested that she was not a conventional woman.

However, she still compromised for the sake of the meeting that evening.

A gray wool sweater concealed her decadent and melancholic temperament, while the simple black wide-leg pants on her lower body immediately reduced her wildness by half. Paired with a white cotton shirt and removing the studded choker, she actually looked somewhat demure and delicate.

But Misty still didn't remove her heavy eyeshadow.

“No se cansa de iluminarme con su belleza (Your beauty will always amaze me) Misty.”

Jack walked toward his beloved in an exaggerated manner, took her hand, and shook his head as if he were intoxicated by Misty's beauty.

Misty, who usually plays the role of a caring older sister, became a little hesitant.

The sweet moment between the two was shattered by the gunshots that rang out outside the spacious, private fitting room.

Such sweet moments are hard to come by in the cold, night-time city.

Chapter 768 They are not important

When a gunshot rings out, someone dies; when someone dies, someone cries; and when someone cries, they want to say what's on their mind.

"Help!" the injured screamed, and the store was thrown into chaos.

Cyberpsychosis can prevent people from hearing others' cries for help.

The powerful automatic rifle continued to spew deadly flames, while the madman firing the shot simultaneously unleashed a torrent of profanities.

"Go to hell! All of you, go to hell!"

The once high and mighty elites finally bowed their heads, cowering behind various shelters and trembling in fear.

Of course, this excludes Jack, who came from behind to surpass him.

He had already drawn his gun and rushed out of the private fitting room.

Fortunately, as an employee of the company, he was not forced to confiscate his weapons; otherwise, he would have been in a difficult situation today without any evidence.

As a former Frontiersman, Jack's marksmanship is naturally very accurate.

Two bullets accurately struck the cyber psychopath who was firing wildly in the hall, but the opponent was clearly equipped with very advanced subcutaneous armor, so they did not cause any effective damage.

The opponent's counterattack, however, put Jack under immense pressure, forcing him to cower behind cover.

It wasn't that he couldn't beat them; he just didn't want his suit to have a hole in it.

But the newly added screams and groans in his ears gradually made him lose his temper.

Jack knew with his own eyes that the terrorist who was firing wildly was one of his former colleagues, and one of the top tier of fringe figures.

The other party was wearing a very high-end cybernetic body, loaded with a lot of military equipment, so ordinary bullets didn't hurt him at all.

After firing his bullets, the other party threw the gun behind him, clenched his fist, and three sharp blades sprang out from the surface of his fist, beginning to frantically destroy the goods on the shelves and display cases.

Worse still, the attackers had accomplices.

However, this is quite normal.

The store's regular security personnel were no match for the other side. Caught off guard, the security personnel at the entrance were taken down at the very beginning of the fight.

The store's built-in security system was brought to a standstill by the hacker attack.

Just as Jack was locked in combat with the man, the other party's hacker broke into the security system, shut down the store, and began setting it on fire.

Luxury stores of this caliber place great emphasis on privacy and security, so soundproofing is naturally a key consideration during the renovation process.

This meant that Jack didn't become alert until the smell of smoke from the burning flames reached his nose.

You should know that any piece of any item in this shop would be quite valuable, but the other party committed murder and arson, showing no intention of making money at all. It's clear that they came here to kill 'Yanpig Valley' directly.

To protect company property, he emerged from the bunker and fired repeatedly at Cyber, who was frantically destroying goods, attempting to kill him.

However, the opponent instantly transformed into a streak of light, swaying his body left and right, easily dodging the bullets while closing in on Jack.

Their eyes met, and Jack immediately felt a chill.

This person's eyes were very rational and calm, completely lacking the dazed and manic feeling of a cyber psychiatrist.

"This guy was definitely faking his cyberbullying!" Jack immediately made up his mind.

The sharp alloy claws went straight for Jack's chest and abdomen; the opponent was clearly aiming to disembowel him.

Sianwistan's speed was as light as the wind and as swift as lightning, but the claws that should have dug into flesh only tore through Jack's expensive suit and skin before being stopped by the subcutaneous armor.

Despite being a congressman, Jack Wilson deeply understood that his power lay in his fists.

On the other hand, the risks of being a Night City councilor are no less than those of the Marginal Walkers; at the very least, they've taken just as many bullets.

Therefore, Jack has never neglected to strengthen his own abilities. On the contrary, with the armory of [Anti-Entropy] behind him, he can find good things from time to time.

For example, the 'nano subcutaneous double-base armor' that he has modified in his body is a product of [Reverse Entropy] nanotechnology. While reducing weight and rejection reactions, it greatly increases defensive capabilities.

Furthermore, the properties of nanomaterials also give the armor a self-repairing function.

Compared to them, the enemy was far inferior.

Jack's American-style Iaijutsu struck the opponent's chest and abdomen, splattering a lot of blood and forcing the enemy to retreat step by step.

In battle, a single misstep can mean the difference between life and death.

However, the other party was not fighting alone. Amidst the roar of gunfire, Senator Jack felt a slight pain in his back and was instantly shot several times.

The enemy in front of them had clearly undergone extensive cybernetic modifications, and was certainly equipped with combat stimulant injection pumps.

Despite suffering severe injuries, the opponent's momentum only increased. As the stimulant took effect, he became even more agitated, rushed towards Jack, and left several knife marks on Jack's suit with a few swings of his arms.

Congressman Jack was now in a somewhat awkward position.

His gun is out of bullets!

A suit is not like a combat uniform or other everyday clothing. It's already absurd enough that he carried two guns when he went out, so he naturally couldn't carry many bullets.

In reality, the bullets were both outside the store and inside the car, along with a large weapon.

But distant water cannot quench immediate thirst. Just as he rolled up his sleeves, preparing for a real manly brawl with the other party, a series of dull yet rapid footsteps reached his ears.

"Is it really necessary!" Jack exclaimed, clearly recognizing who it was.

The answer is definitely yes.

Two 'Black King Apostles' clad in armor burst out of the warehouse behind the shop, smashing through two thick layers of tempered glass and rushing into the hall.

The terrorists who had already reached Jack only had time to turn their heads to look at the two new recruits before being blasted into a bloody mist by two explosive grenades.

A back-and-forth clash? A life-or-death tug-of-war at the extreme?

None of them. Under the muzzle of the 'Japanese Wind' explosive gun, everyone is equal.

Blood splattered all over the respectable Congressman Jack's body and face, making his otherwise impeccable suit look less respectable.

Although the expensive suit had already been torn to shreds by the enemy during the battle.

Seeing that things were going badly, the other attacker immediately fled towards the exit, but no matter how he shouted, he found that the hacker on the communication channel had gone silent.

So he could only desperately fire all the bullets in his gun, and then beheaded by the 'Black King Apostle' who charged forward with bullets on his head.

The store door quickly rose up, and the trauma team's hovercars had already filled the open space in front of the store.

The surviving shop assistants began cleaning up the mess and transferring the wounded, while the two Black King apostles led Jack toward the warehouse area at the back of the shop.

“Thank you for your help, Mr. Jack Wells. I will submit your performance report to my superiors within the system,” the unknown 'Black King Apostle' said with a smile.

"Who are these people?" Jack gestured with his mouth toward the head being held by another apostle beside him.

The apostle's answer, "They are not important," surprised Jack greatly.

Chapter 769: The Free Ones Are the Most Expensive

"When I fought him just now, I found him to be perfectly lucid; he didn't seem to be a cyberpsychotic,"

"The cybersecurity team has apprehended the hackers who supported this attack, confirming that it was the work of the Arasaka Group behind Jinguji."

"This can only be considered part of the normal 'business competition' in Night City."

The apostle pushed open the heavy warehouse door, revealing a complex array of machinery and numerous busy staff members inside.

"They were most likely driven by commercial competition in the luxury goods sector, but unexpectedly, they stumbled upon our ongoing 'Arasaka Tower Surveillance' plan."

“Un momento? How could I possibly know such a thing?” Jack wondered.

Numerous high-precision instruments were disassembled, packed, and boxed in a categorized manner, including some incredibly advanced technologies that would make Jack's heart pound.

For example, a military explosion-proof box with radiation warning signs.

He bet it wasn't filled with cotton candy or an old lady's dentures.

Given the company's consistent nature, the probability that there is a miniature nuclear bomb inside is practically a certainty.

“Your security clearance is sufficient, and we need your current identity, Congressman Jack.” The apostle emphasized Jack’s current position.

“Your position in Night City is already quite important. As someone who experienced this incident firsthand, we need you to step into the limelight and deal with the swarms of media personnel.”

All the equipment was quickly packed up, cleaned up in just over ten minutes, loaded onto the car, and sped away from the company square under Jack's solemn gaze.

As the vehicle laden with contraband turned out of the alley, Valerie's phone call came in.

"Jack, I'm so sorry, you should already know the details. Putting everything else aside, I think your proposal today might be canceled..."

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The aroma of tea rises gently from a Japanese-style tea room.

"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth" is based on human nature, Sabur. Business judgment follows the principle of not incorporating sunk costs into major decisions.

With impeccable movements, Michiko Arasaka lit the charcoal fire, boiled water, brewed matcha, and then placed a cup of Japanese gongfu tea in front of Jiang Bing.

According to Japanese tea ceremony, Jiang Bing should receive the tea with both hands, express his gratitude first, then rotate the teacup three times, sip it gently, drink it slowly, and return it. However, the tea drinker clearly does not have this temperament.

"If one blinds another, one's own eyes shall be blinded; if one breaks another's bones, one's own bones shall be broken." Jiang Bing drank the scalding tea in one gulp, making Zero Sound Serena behind Michiko grimace.

"I prefer the views of the Code of Hammurabi to those of economics."

On the holographic screens beside the two men, a passionate speech was being delivered by Mr. Jack Wells, a city councilor, in front of numerous media outlets.

While Jiang Bing drank the tea like a cow chewing on a peony, Michiko Arasaka still performed her work meticulously, preparing, brewing, and serving it.

"So what are you going to do, Sabur?"

"If you don't learn from your mistakes, then just chop off the hand that's sticking out." Jiang Bing finished drinking his tea.

"This is not a good situation; it might anger someone." Michiko Arakasaka got back to work.

"The weak yield, the strong take all." Jiang Bing lightly flicked his teacup, placed it in front of Michiko, and gestured for her to refill it.

"If you're angry, just suppress it; if you can't, just die."

"I can only say this is typical of your style," Michiko Arakasaka laughed.

“But I like it.” This Japanese-American who grew up in the United States finally stopped his tea ceremony and asked Zero Sound Selena to bring him a document.

"This contains the information you asked me to look up. I've taken the liberty of adding some things that you might be interested in. I think you should be able to use it."

"very good."

Jiang Bing took the chip and continued, "What kind of compensation do you need?"

"This time it's free for you," the tea-brewing person replied without even looking up.

Michiko Arakawa is a pure businesswoman; her help always comes at a price.