Cyberpunk, Gambit Implant Source Project

Watching several people reluctantly enter the back seat of the car, Bai Ge returned to the driver's seat.

After staring at them for a few seconds, they were guided.

The car drove in the direction of his fingers, and Gauster lowered his trembling hand.

God, there is a pool of blood that has not yet dried up under his ass, and the pants I just bought today are finished.

He glanced at several people silently, and found that their faces were as wilted as frosted eggplants.

But looking at Goster with 'you have an idea' in his eyes, the meaning could not be more obvious.

"Brothers, you are the boss, you take us through this calamity."

Gaust looked at these useless guys angrily, and said to Bai Ge flatteringly: "The car turns right and goes straight for two hundred meters..." Hearing

the guidance, Bai Ge made a direction and drove towards the place he pointed to.

I have to say that the shops opened by these unlicensed prosthetic doctors are quite remote.

After being guided by Gost, the car came to an apparently dilapidated commercial street.

Most of the customers on the road here have reinvented themselves.

The transformation referred to here is not the company's kind of auxiliary prosthetic that is forced to replace workers to improve efficiency.

It is a lethal attacking prosthesis.

Bai Ge looked at it casually, and he could see all kinds of strange transformation weapons.

For example, the arm of a thin young man was replaced by a mechanical arm thicker than his waistline.

As if to highlight his unique taste, the entire robotic arm was sprayed with a pink paint.

"Strange."

Bai Ge muttered, opened the door and got out.

Several people in the car followed down to lead the way for Bai Ge.

"Fuck off the stinky stupid*, don't TM get in our way!"

These people pushed away the people blocking the road in front of them and strode towards the familiar small clinic.

The people who were pushed away looked at the gang symbol on their bodies, the Skull Star-Spangled Banner, dared to be angry and did not dare to speak, lowered their heads and gave way to the road.

Bai Ge frowned as he looked at the arrogant and domineering appearance of these people from the Sixth Street Gang since they got off the car.

"Looking at them, they came to their den?

In this way, these gangs should know the location of the scavengers on their territory, and only need force to get the information they want simply and quickly.

Silently following behind them, the vigilance program is full, always alert to unknown risks.

Continuing towards the defeated area, it didn't take much to cross the area and come to a place that resembled a residential area.

The men led Bai Ge to a house, knocked on the door, then unscrewed the doorknob and walked in.

Bai Ge followed closely and entered the room.

This room is different from ordinary people's houses, it is full of instruments, and various prosthetic bodies stained with blood are hung from the iron frame on the roof.

An explosive-headed black man wearing a white coat and mask looked over.

It was discovered that Gaust, who often came to maintain the prosthetic body, said hello to some familiar people and asked them to sit at will.

After Gaoster quickly came to him, he pointed to Bai Ge behind him and said, "Someone is looking for you, Dr. Rice."

When Les heard the sound, he saw a highly modified person standing behind them staring at him with a cyber helmet that he had never seen before.

Blinking his eyes, he suddenly grabbed his collar with a silver robotic arm and looked angrily at Gaust with a sneering face: "You TM sell me?" You brought a damn corporate killer to me? You TM... I..." In

Les's opinion, this kind of body is equipped with a very high-grade prosthesis, but the model is an unknown cyber transformation person, and there is no one else except the group of killers raised by the company.

No one can afford to maintain this prosthetic body, and the depressants that soothe the nerves alone are astronomical.

Not to mention the need to maintain and upgrade the prosthesis from time to time. Anyway, these things are not expenses that mercenaries or gangs can afford.

So there is no doubt that the stranger who followed Gist here was a company agent.

Loosening Gost's collar, Les said in a deep voice: "It is worthy of being a dog raised by the company, you flies are really fast to find someone!"

But what you want is gone, and you won't get any news from me. Les

resolutely said his last words and sat in the chair as if resigned to his fate.

He knew that the killers raised by the company would not let anyone know this information, and they couldn't fight and fight, they couldn't run and couldn't run, they could only wait for death.

Bai Ge watched the performance of the prosthetic doctor, and although he was puzzled, now he only wanted to get the scavenger's information.

He didn't bother to get involved in other things.

", I'm going to talk to him alone."

The people of the Sixth Street Gang were amnestied, and the kung fu of a cigarette ran away.

Only Bai Ge and the prosthetic doctor were left in the room.

Bai Ge came to him and looked at his face like ashes, and said word by word: "I don't know what company it is, and I don't want to care about your business, I just need the location information of the scavenger, give it to me, and I'll leave now."

"Scavengers?!" Les suddenly raised his head and looked at the man in front of him.

"You're not an agent sent by the company?"

Bai Ge replied impatiently: "I don't know what agent, I just want the scavenger's information."

Hearing this impatient electronic voice, Les breathed a sigh of relief, and the whole person regained his vitality.

"Although I don't know what you are looking for them, they and I are only in one-line contact, and they will only meet me when they are delivered.

So if you ask me where they are, then I don't know.

Les wiped the cold sweat on his head and answered Bai Ge's question.

"One-line contact? Then you let them come now.

Bai Ge's unquestioning voice sounded, allowing Les to refuse.

Nodding yes, Les went to the computer to send an email to a man named 'Lermontov'.

The content of the email is very simple, two words: out of stock!

Bai Ge watched the doctor in front of him and sent emails to a dozen people with different names.

"How long will it take to get the goods to you?"

Les thought for a moment and replied, "About an hour?" It takes time for them to rush from all over the Night City.

Bai Ge looked at the mailing list on the computer and then looked at Les and asked faintly: "Are all the prosthetics you sell ordered from scavengers?"

Standing up straight and looking down at the black doctor in front of him, Bai Ge's heart flooded with killing intent.

It is known that the scavengers are waist of the people, and in addition to this, the slightly valuable things on the victim will not be spared.

This includes prosthetics.

Bai Ge did not see the slightest technological creation from the pile of corpses in the factory, so he speculated that the group of beasts should have dug up the cyber components on their bodies and sold them to doctors in need.

"Uh..." Although Les didn't know why Bai Ge asked that, he answered his question truthfully.

"Everyone does this, the genuine brand new prosthesis is too expensive, and the customers who can come to me can't afford it."

"Buzz!"

The silky blade sliced the doctor's body and split it in half along with the back of the chair behind him.

Bai Ge put away his fist blade, tore off the torn sleeve, and threw it on the face of the doctor with blank eyes.

"There is no harm without buying and selling, this is a classic."