The Creators: From Night City

Jiang Bing picked up the business card and watched the other party's back as he pushed the door and left. He made a judgment in his mind. This old man said a lot of gibberish, and it was probably his main purpose today.

However, the fancy sedan was carried by everyone, and the other party was very polite and came in person and left his business card, which clearly showed that he hoped Jiang Bing would give him face.

When people say face is worthless, it is worthless, but when it is really weighed when needed, it is worth a thousand pounds.

Jiang Bing finally accepted the business card.

This AI is suspected to be controlling the Ye Group. His face is still very useful in Night City most of the time.

Jiang Bing sat there for another ten minutes before Gloria finally called.

Gloria: Boss, the Sixth Street Gang is having internal strife lately. Rick Morton is very concerned about his own safety. Not only has he not been seen in real life recently, but there are also hackers online who are specifically cleaning up his mess.

[Jiang Bing: So you're another coward.]

【Gloria: But Roger gave me some information that I think can help.】

[Jiang Bing: What news?]

Gloria: According to her, the internal strife within the Sixth Street Gang was caused by Will Cannon, one of the six leaders. He was planning to reform the Sixth Street Gang, which would inevitably affect the interests of other members, including Rick Morton.

[Jiang Bing: Do you think he knows Rick Morton's whereabouts?]

[Gloria: The one who knows you best is often your enemy, not to mention that Cannon and Rick Morton have worked together for such a long time.]

[Jiang Bing: That makes sense. Have you found the location of this artillery?]

【Gloria: No.】

[Jiang Bing:...]

[Gloria: The Sixth Street Gang's top brass are practically losing their minds. They've all been very concerned about their personal safety lately, fearing they'll be caught and have their ashes destroyed by hired assassins. Plus, they all have military experience, so it's not surprising they're hiding and can't be found.]

[Gloria: But I found a popular henchman under the Cannon, he must know something.]

Jiang Bing: It's easy if I have clues. I'm good at following the clues.

Gloria: Captain Sherman, a veteran soldier, a militarist, and the artillery's direct subordinate. He's a bit of a bombastic person, and very high-profile, so high-profile that he seems to be fearless. His specific location has been sent to you, Boss.

Jiang Bing: Got it. I'll have a good chat with him.

In order to avoid the embarrassing situation of being pinned to his desk by official documents, boss Jiang Bing almost turned himself into the number one thug of [Anti-Entropy], the Double Flower Red Stick.

It’s not a big deal though, he is the best fighter in the company after all.

But this model is not wrong. If Night City, or the companies in this world, want to grow and develop, Riot must come first.

Number one in every sense of the word.

Just in order to complete the Trial of Grass, he came back from the "Witcher" world and has been staying in the laboratory ever since. His bones are almost rusted. It's a good opportunity to go out and exercise his body, combining work and rest.

…………

Captain Sherman of the Sixth Street Gang is a rather strange man. Instead of staying in the prosperous River Valley area and the north of Coronado Ranch, he insisted on running to the southwest corner of the ranch.

This is the slums of Santo Domingo, which is even more remote than Ningguta in the territory of the Six Street Gang. However, he insisted on being stationed here, and he did it with great fanfare.

The streets here can no longer be streets. Garbage is dumped on the streets and left to ferment.

Apart from the main streets where pedestrians can still pass, the other streets and alleys are always filled with the stench of decay and decomposition.

The occupancy rate of the houses along the road is quite high, but they are all illegally occupied. The people living in the houses are all poor people who are unemployed, jobless, bankrupt or simply don't want to work. They huddle in dilapidated houses and live a life that depends on the weather for their food.

Most of these houses that have not been repaired for a long time have damaged roofs, and most residents can actually see the sky outside while lying in the house.

Jiang Bing's big car (Thrace 388 Jefferson) struggled through the crowded streets and turned into the more remote Woodhaven Street.

The low power lines on the street almost brushed against the roof of the car, and the white, red and blue '666' Street Gang logo and the American flag were seen everywhere on the surrounding walls.

"Hey, this car is really nice."

A new recruit from the Six Street Gang on the street, hugging a female gang member wearing a boat-shaped hat, commented on Jiang Bing's new car.

The products of the car manufacturer Chevrolet are basically in the old American tough style. The cars are big, heavy, thick and hard, and the displacement is so high that novice drivers generally mistakenly believe that the car's fuel tank is leaking.

This style is also most popular among the Sixth Street Gang, which retains the style of the new American army.

The large and thick car stopped in front of the other party, and the window slowly lowered, revealing Jiang Bing's face.

"Please ask, I'm looking for your Captain Sherman."

"Who are you to act so arrogantly in our Sixth Street Gang's territory?"

Chapter 168 Captain Sherman

The young gang member looked at the car with some hatred towards the rich. He cursed and tried to make his presence felt in front of his new girlfriend.

"Can you meet Captain Sherman whenever you want?" The girlfriend who also just joined the gang was not to be outdone and spoke up next, with an inexplicable pride in her words.

Both of them intentionally showed Jiang Bing the weapons on their waists, and their threatening intentions were obvious.

Soon, Jiang Bing got out of the car and gave the two ruffians a persuasive education, making them fully aware of the harm their bad behavior of boasting and inferiority would cause to social stability.

The new recruit covered his crooked chin with his hand and tightly grasped the boat-shaped hat that Jiang Bing had stuffed into his hand. His girlfriend, with her cheeks puffed up, huddled behind him without saying a word.

She quickly understood what it meant that "silence is a virtue."

Jiang Bing held the couple's two identical pistols in his hands, and under their timid gaze, he disassembled the two guns into pieces with dazzling skills.

"I can speak now."

"Hmm... Ugh..."

Jiang Bing hit the young man a bit too hard, and after his jaw was dislocated, he began to speak with a lisp and slurred speech.

With a teeth-grinding "crack" sound, Jiang Bing easily bent the other person's crooked jaw back into place.

The little minion's eyes were filled with tears from the pain, but he covered his chin and didn't dare to make a sound.

"Captain Sherman is on the rooftop out front, hosting the shooting competition." His girlfriend at least finished the sentence for him.

The parts of two pistols of the same model were mixed together and quickly assembled in Jiang Bing's hands.

Jiang Bing stuffed the pistol back into the other party's hand. He also patted the shoulder of the young man who had obviously just joined the gang, threw down a few words, and walked away.

"It's so unprofessional. The guy who eats doesn't even maintain it. The spring is loose."

The young couple stood there in a daze.

After a long while, the female recruit finally reacted and took back her pistol. She fired a shot at the trash can on the corner of the street, and then she found that the grip was much smoother than before. She said hesitantly, "He's quite nice."

The shooting range is a flat open space, vaguely surrounded by several three- or four-story buildings. It is hidden in the concrete forest, obscured and seems to be somewhat hesitant.

A bunch of Sixth Street Gang members were gathered here for target practice, and the sound of gunfire was like frying beans.

"No entry without permission. This place is only open to people with red, blue, and white blood. Get out of here right now."

A thug wearing a cowboy hat was leaning against a metal table full of bullets, and his speech was in an old American accent.

"Didn't the Sixth Street Gang claim to restore America's glory? How could they be so uncultured even when they were at their peak?" Jiang Bing retorted.

"Hey, you're quite the talker."

The other party obviously couldn't stand the teasing and rolled up his sleeves to argue with Jiang Bing.

"Walker, control your temper. Today is a rare team-building activity. Don't ruin everyone's fun."

A burly man with his arms replaced with metal prosthetic limbs and wearing a boat hat poked his head out from the large sofa at the edge of the open space and stopped the conflict.

"As for you, boy, you have a nice car. You have good taste. A tough guy should drive this kind of car. It's very powerful."

When the gang member named Walker saw his boss speak, he could only sit back in his seat dejectedly.

"Sherman?" Jiang Bing asked.

"It's Captain Sherman!" the young man immediately corrected loudly.

"Hey, it seems like you came here specifically to see me?"

Gloria was right. This guy was really boastful and high-profile, as if he was not afraid of death. He didn't care at all that Jiang Bing might be a marginal walker who came to take his life.

It could also be confidence in one's own abilities.

"What's the matter?" Captain Sherman stood up from the sofa. His burly figure made his old-fashioned army green American military uniform bulge out.

"I have something to do, but it's not for you. I want to see the artillery."

"You can see Cannon Boss whenever you want." Walker on the side jumped out again, looking unhappy.

"I have something here that I believe he will be interested in." Jiang Bing took out a chip containing some information and showed it to Sherman.

"You, a stranger, suddenly show up, holding a chip and asking to see the boss. Who do you think you are? What if you're a mercenary out to assassinate me?"

Jiang Bing reasonably suspected that this henchman named Walker was Sherman's substitute.

"My words are true, kid." Sherman was just a little boastful, but he was not stupid.

Just as Jiang Bing was about to make his final lobbying attempt, the two young lovers from the Sixth Street Gang came over timidly, glanced at Jiang Bing, and whispered to the two leaders.

Then Jiang Bing heard it clearly.

Fortunately, the young couple just told the truth about the minor friction between the three of them without adding any exaggeration.

"My friend is quite skilled and courageous."

It seems that Walker wants to let his subordinates be in charge.

As a brain eater, Sherman obviously thinks more.

"You're good with the gun."

"How about this, you two have a competition. If you win, I'll take this thing from you and take a look at it. How about that?"

Sherman's eyes moved back and forth between Walker and Jiang Bing.

"How to say."

Jiang Bing was actually intrigued.

"This is a shooting range. Look at those yellow bullets on the table, and those targets waiting to be shot. What else can I say? It's a competition of marksmanship, of course."

Otherwise, he is the leader. This proposal can not only test Jiang Bing's background, but also give his subordinates a chance to save face. The most important thing is that it will not lead to a fallout.

Walker was obviously very confident in his marksmanship, and an expression of confidence in victory appeared on his face.

But he didn't know that this move was undoubtedly the little monster kicking Leo - turning against Tiangang.

So Jiang Bing nodded and agreed.

"Great." Captain Sherman was a bit of a crowd-pleaser. He shouted loudly, asking everyone to stop what they were doing and focus on the competition.

"Since it's a competition, there must be prizes." Sherman took out a modified Lexington from under the table and slammed it on the table.

"A custom-made Lexington. I was going to give it to you as a prize for the next target practice, but I just happened to need it today."

"Who else wants to participate in this overtime match? The winner will get to take home this beautifully transformed little treasure."

After Captain Sherman's encouragement, two or three gang members who thought they were good marksmen actually stood up and prepared to compete.

"To be on the safe side, we can't use our own firearms. We're playing with technique, not some high-tech stuff."

Sherman commanded the gang and gave each of them a blank Nova revolver.

After getting the gun, Jiang Bing played with it and gave his evaluation.

"What a piece of trash."

"How do we compare?"

Captain Sherman had a cigar in his mouth at some point, looked very excited, and announced the rules loudly.

"30 seconds, unlimited bullets, whoever hits the most targets wins."

Chapter 169 Target Shooting Competition

"Please prepare the shooters and quickly put our lovely Holt upright."

A row of simple targets were erected.

"Hey, you actually used the deputy mayor's face as a target."

Jiang Bing almost laughed out loud.

The full name of Night City's deputy mayor is Wilton Holt.