Chapter 10: Police in Shock, and the Ambition to Mass-Produce the Iron Suit
Early the next morning—
The sound of police sirens echoed through Hell's Kitchen, disturbing the local residents' peace.
Inside the densely packed apartment buildings—
Many people frowned, looking out at the still-dark sky as they reluctantly crawled out of bed,
Grumbling to themselves—
"What are those cops making noise about again? Can't even let people sleep. Bunch of tax-wasting freeloaders."
The locals peeked through their windows.
"Huh? Why are there so many cops today? That's weird… Something big must've happened, right?"
Suddenly—
People started noticing something unusual and mumbled among themselves.
In this chaotic, high-crime area, the appearance of police wasn't anything surprising.
But today—
There were way too many of them.
So many that it was actually scary.
All across Hell's Kitchen, police cars were arriving in waves. Officers looked solemn, cordoning off multiple areas.
They used crime scene tape to block access, keeping all bystanders out.
Seeing this—
The bystanders of Hell's Kitchen weren't alarmed but instead grew excited with curiosity.
After washing their faces, they rushed downstairs.
Gathering around the tape, they whispered among themselves like gossip-hungry spectators.
"There's a lot of blood there… looks like those are all bodies under the sheets."
Someone squinted past the tape and caught a glimpse of several human-shaped figures under white cloth where the cops were working.
"What the hell happened?"
After asking around—
The crowd finally learned some shocking news, leaving everyone speechless.
Last night—
For unknown reasons, dozens of people had died in Hell's Kitchen. And that number might even be understated by the police.
Hearing that—
Even longtime Hell's Kitchen residents felt a chill run down their spines.
They looked at one another, stunned by the mutual shock in their eyes.
Even with all the chaos and gang violence in this area, it was rare to see so many casualties.
This wasn't a warzone, just a place with bad law enforcement.
"So many dead… but how did they die?
I swear I didn't hear any gunshots last night—this is nuts!"
They glanced at the terrifying white sheets.
The residents of Hell's Kitchen couldn't help but reflect—had there been anything strange last night?
They racked their brains…
But came up with nothing.
If they had to point out something odd—
It was that everyone had slept really well last night. In fact, it was quieter than usual.
No gunshots. No fighting.
Just a peaceful, dream-filled sleep.
But then where did all those dead people come from? What—did God smite them down or something?
At that thought—
A chill crept up the backs of many locals. They couldn't help but shiver.
The whole thing was so strange—like seeing ghosts in broad daylight.
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"We got a report, Captain Stacy!"
As the onlookers continued speculating wildly, a slightly overweight police officer came running over.
Among the officers—
The highest-ranking one was a lean middle-aged man, with a meticulously kept uniform.
Hearing the report, George Stacy frowned.
"Well? Spit it out."
He stared sternly at the chubby officer, putting pressure on him.
Gulp!
The officer swallowed nervously, then said with an awkward expression—
"The witnesses gave us a rather… bizarre account. I think they might've been too scared and hallucinated."
"Hallucinated? What do you mean?"
Just as he said that—
George noticed the nearby crowd craning their necks and straining their ears, trying to eavesdrop on the police discussion.
He quickly pulled the officer into a building corner, away from prying ears.
"Tch. What's the big deal? It'll be on the news eventually."
The onlookers grumbled unhappily when they saw Captain Stacy avoiding them.
Inside the evacuated apartment building—
George looked at his subordinate, who hesitated before speaking again.
"Captain… A few of the witnesses claimed that the killer last night was none other than Iron Man—Tony Stark himself."
"All the witnesses insist that the attacker wore an Iron Man-style suit with combat capabilities. That's how they were able to wipe out so many criminals."
The chubby officer looked uneasy.
Once he finished, he shut his mouth and nervously watched George's reaction.
"Who? Iron Man?!"
George had considered many possibilities—but not that one.
He froze in shock.
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While Officer George Stacy was left dumbfounded and the rest of the force scrambled in chaos—
The true culprit, Jiang Feng, had already headed to work, completely at ease.
He even looked just like an average office worker, calm and composed.
As if the cold-blooded executioner from last night had nothing to do with him at all.
Jiang Feng's apartment wasn't far from Hammer Industries.
After a simple breakfast—
He strolled a couple of blocks into the city's high-rent commercial district.
"These people all look like they came from a factory—how are they supposed to impress the interviewer?"
As he approached—
Jiang Feng noticed the many anxious applicants waiting for their interviews.
They all seemed to have coordinated—every one of them had their hair slicked back to a shine. Jiang Feng couldn't help but shake his head.
Brushing past the group of jittery rookies—
He arrived at the entrance to Hammer Tower and scanned his face to clock in.
"Identity verified. Weapons Manufacturing Department Head—Jiang Feng."
"Welcome, Mr. Jiang."
Hearing the verification system's announcement, it was clear he held a high-ranking position.
The muscular Black security guard at the door nodded and let him through.
He immediately flashed a big smile, his white teeth gleaming in contrast.
Though he had no idea when the company's weapons division got a new head—
In a corporation like this, titles mattered more than faces.
As a lowly security guard, he didn't care to ask questions.
All he needed to know was that this unfamiliar young man was now the new top guy close to the chairman of Hammer Industries.
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"So that's the head of Hammer Industries' weapons department? He looks so young!"
The nervous interviewees nearby looked on with a mix of jealousy, envy, and frustration.
Jiang Feng nodded slightly, radiating the aura of a workplace boss as he strode confidently into Hammer Tower.
Just days ago—
When he first arrived in this world, he was nothing more than an ordinary outsider.
After all, the Reincarnation Space wasn't a babysitting service.
Unless you had special means,
you'd usually just get assigned a basic civilian identity.
But now—
Jiang Feng had transformed into the head of Hammer's Weapons Division.
All thanks to a special item—
the Recommendation Letter.
This item could modify a reincarnator's identity.
Otherwise, just getting into Hammer Industries for an interview—let alone standing out enough to attract Justin Hammer's attention—
Would've wasted a ton of Jiang Feng's time.
"Being able to change my identity instantly… So useful. When I return to the Space, I've got to buy a few more of these. It'll help with smooth openings in future trials."
Walking through the polished halls of Hammer Tower—
Jiang Feng's expression stayed calm, but he couldn't help feeling a little emotional inside.
If he'd had this item back when he was in Night City,
he could've directly joined Arasaka Corporation.
No need to struggle and crawl his way up on the streets—
just to barely become an unlicensed black-market cyberdoc.
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"As long as I earn enough this time, learn new tech, and successfully mass-produce the Iron Suit, I'll have more than enough Reincarnation Points to buy more items."
Jiang Feng reaffirmed his goals, heading toward the weapons R&D department and his new workspace.
Every Reincarnator receives a settlement upon returning to the Space.
Based on their performance in the current world, the Space rewards them with various wondrous items from across the multiverse.
The Recommendation Letter Jiang Feng loved so much was one such reward.
And in the Space—
There was no shortage of wealthy Reincarnators.
If Jiang Feng could mass-produce Iron Suits,
he'd definitely rake in tons of Reincarnation Points.
In the high-value market of the Space—
He'd be able to buy not only rare items crafted by the Main God…
But also all kinds of treasures from across the multiverse.
This—
Was another advantage of the Mechanic profession.
Not only could it sustain itself,
but it could also earn massive extra profits in a vast, open market.