Bionic Era

In an apartment along the street in the East Side of Baker City.

Private teachers are teaching students.

"Look at this question, it's so simple that you can choose the wrong question, send a sub-question!" The teacher was furious, "The street lights on the street must be connected in parallel, only in parallel can be guaranteed. , the other lights are still on, why can’t you figure out such a simple reason?”

"Teacher... Is it possible that when one light goes out, the other lights go out too?" the student asked in a low voice.

"You are working on a problem, just do it seriously, why do you care so much?"

"But... knowledge comes from life."

"Life? When have you ever seen this phenomenon in your life? Tell the teacher, the teacher will resign tomorrow to become an electrician, and teach those electricians to correct the circuit!"

While the two were talking, they suddenly saw a street light flashing outside the window.

off.

at the same time.

The entire area was plunged into darkness.

"Teacher, you..."

"Shh...don't make a sound!"

...

...

on the dark street.

Lu Wen leaned against the corner with the young man.

Countless footsteps approaching quickly sounded in the night.

Every household along the street closed their curtains one after another.

The surrounding streets were quiet.

"If this were in Mowu City, there would be a few enthusiastic citizens who would call the executive bureau to help. The folk customs of Baker City are too simple."

It's none of your business, hang on high.

This is the attitude shown by the residents along the street.

"Senpai, what should I do next?"

"Don't worry, just watch me do it, squat here, don't stand up, it's dangerous."

According to Lu Wen's request, the young man squatted obediently.

He is very scared now, and fear occupies most of it.

But Lu Wen was standing in front of him, so that fear was not enough to swallow him completely.

He saw that on the originally dark street, there were two objects flashing red light spots moving quickly.

"Such a high voltage didn't cause the benefactor's spider to fail."

The spider lingered for a moment in the middle of the street.

A third red dot appeared, flickering, but then went out again.

The streets were very still.

repressed.

The thick darkness made it hard to breathe.

The fourth and fifth red dots appeared one after another, and finally went out one by one, as if they had never existed.

The footsteps got closer and closer.

When approaching the corner, all footsteps stopped in unison.

"Those friends who are following behind have not shown up yet, are you discussing how to divide my money?"

Lu Wen folded his hands, leaned in front, and turned to look at the corner of the street.

It didn't take long for the voice to fall.

A group of more than thirty people came out of the darkness.

Many people wear special glasses for night vision.

These guys who operate in the dark all year round are well prepared.

Two forces.

Just tossing a gold coin can attract two forces in such a short period of time.

Lu Wen still underestimated the importance of money in this steel city.

It is so important that it can kill people in the street.

"Money stays, people can go."

There came a cold sentence.

Meanwhile they were still approaching.

It is necessary to create a kind of psychological oppression for Lu Wen.

This is more professional than the previous "hand over all your money".

The so-called "people can walk" means that after putting down the money, they turned around and left, and within a few steps, they were shot through by the bullets pouring from behind.

This is Baker City, no one pays attention to rules and morals.

"As long as I keep the money, you will let the two of us live?" Lu Wen asked.

"Of course, we have a bottom line as human beings."

Those people are still moving forward slowly.

They don't talk much, and they know that no matter they are villains or decent, they are easy to die from talking too much.

Everyone knew that the goal was to get the money from Lu Wen.

Apart from money, try to talk as little as possible.

"I'm curious, after taking the money from me, how will you divide it? Two forces, if you can't tell the difference, fight..."

"Shut up, put the money down, and leave!"

Very decisive.

No wonder it has grown to such a large organization.

"Okay, don't shoot, I'll put the money here, and you can get it yourself."

Lu Wen took out a small bag from his pocket.

Shaking.

The sound of coins colliding.

The young man looked at the small bag containing the gold coins, and felt that the sound was very pleasant.

"If you can sleep listening to this sound every night, you must be able to sleep very soundly."

he thought so.

Then he heard another voice.

"Boom—!"

Without warning, it happened suddenly.

The night in front of him seemed to turn into day in an instant, the dazzling light made him squint his eyes, and the sound of the huge explosion echoed in his mind.

The eardrum seemed to be bursting.

His whole body trembled following the street.

Flying dust was scattered on most of the streets along with fragments of flesh and blood.

A broken arm flew in front of him, charred and bleeding.

The young man tried his best to look ahead.

In that piece of white light, there was a figure moving rapidly.

shot.

Change clips.

Shoot again.

He moved so smoothly, as if that man was born to be the best night hunter.

When darkness comes again.

The street was quiet again.

"Tick tock..."

The young man heard the sound of water.

No, it was the sound of blood dripping.

"Benefactor, are you injured?"

"Small matter, a metal shrapnel is embedded in the arm."

Lu Wen casually found a tattered piece of cloth on the ground, and wiped the blue blood off his hands.

Yehei is the home field of bionics.

Three bombs exploded one after another, and few people survived.

What Lu Wen has to do is finishing work.

Make up the gun.

Whether you are still alive or not, give your brain a shot.

In many literary and artistic works, the reason why the protagonist can survive after being shot several times is because the other party has forgotten the importance of filling the head with the gun. Lu Wen will not make such a low-level mistake.

Although the fact that he survived with several bullets in his body is very mysterious in itself.

But... It's always right to fill up the gun.

"Go home immediately, I have other things to do tonight, see you when I have a chance."

Lu Wen told the young man a few words.

With such a big movement, someone will definitely come to check soon.

There are only two bombs of that power left on the spider's back.

Refilling ammunition in this city is also a hassle, and I have to go back to the motel outside the city to get some equipment out of the car.

Lu Wen sent the young man home.

Then I ran for more than two hours on the streets at night.

Make sure no one follows you.

He took advantage of the night to return outside the city.

Early the next morning.

It was getting brighter.

The city has not yet recovered,

Lu Wen knocked on the iron door of a small shop.

"Boom boom boom..."

A very hidden little shop.

It was an old man who opened the door.

Thin, stooped, with a monocle over his right eye, and a bronze chain hanging down.

The inside of the shop is very old.

A variety of metal periods are randomly placed on the countertop.

"I want to fix my arm."

Lu Wen took out a thick stack of banknotes and handed them to the uncle.

The old man lifted the monocle on his right eye with his hand, frowned, and said, "It's you?"

Lu Wen was a little surprised, "Old man, do you know me?"

"The man with the spider on his shoulder, of course I know you, outsider, you are famous." The old man opened the rusty iron door to one side, "Come in, a reformer who can repair your level is mine." pleasure."

"What about last night?"

"Well, last night there was a household facing the street in that street. There was a private surveillance camera at the door. It was still running after the power outage, and your appearance was photographed."

"Is anyone else being photographed besides me?"

"Oh? Do you have a companion? The monitoring angle is not very good. You can only see you shooting and changing magazines. If your companion is behind, don't worry, you won't be able to photograph him."

This small shop is very old.

The patina gives everything an aged look.

The old man presses a certain switch, and the virtual projection screen is displayed in mid-air.

That's a message.

"The news was sent this morning, saying that a reformer from other places has come to this city. It is the man with the spider on his shoulder last night. Now many people are discussing how to deal with you."

Lu Wen noticed the bottom corner of the message.

There is a bounty notice.

Information about him, if useful.

A reward of 20,000 for a message.

"Could it be that someone important was killed last night? Who provided the news about me being a foreigner?"

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Good night, fellow readers!