Global wasteland: I am as good as a god with a machine

Uncle Min heard Wu Mian's question, and while helping him reset his spine, he responded without thinking: "What kind of problem do you have? Aren't natural people always fighting against synthetic humans? Under their attack, synthetic humans have already

There is no room for survival, otherwise we would not be labeled as thugs."

"You misunderstood me. I am not talking about ideological and racial confrontation, but physical confrontation."

Wu Mian sorted out his words: "After synthetics are equipped with weapon modules, their abilities in all aspects will be enhanced. So, is it possible for ordinary people to defeat synthetics without modification?"

"You should be referring to a one-on-one physical contest without the use of firearms or weapons."

Uncle Min quickly understood Wu Mian's intention: "This possibility still exists. After all, the human body itself can be regarded as a weapon, and there are strong individual differences. If you are a talented boxer, how can you deal with it?"

Synths equipped with body enhancement modules below level 3 still have hope of winning."

Wu Mian knew very well that this was not the case for him, and his ability to withstand blows was obviously beyond the scope of a boxer. He asked unwillingly: "If a module exceeds level three, a natural person cannot handle it?"

"Not necessarily. As far as I know, the military and police will have some wearable equipment that enhances individual abilities. It can enhance the abilities of natural people, but it is definitely not as convenient as synthetic people, nor can it provide the strength of prosthetics."

Uncle Min thought for a while: "It is said that there used to be many mutants with supernatural abilities called demons roaming this land, but they were actually a kind of diseased mutants that had been purified. In this era, in different

When wearing equipment, I am afraid that only warlocks and witches can fight against synthetic humans, but their group, to be precise, has exceeded the category of natural humans."

This was the first time Wu Mian heard of such a thing, and a flash of helplessness flashed in his eyes: "Uncle Min, what I'm talking about is reality, not this kind of legend about strange powers and gods."

"What I'm talking about is reality, but the kind of warlock I'm talking about is not the kind of Taoist priest you see in movies."

Uncle Min kept moving when he was injured, and explained in a low voice: "Today's warlocks are no longer the same as the Taoist priests of the past, or Taoist practice is itself a scientific research system. Their practice is divided into Kung Fu and Taoism.

, Kung Fu is easy to understand, it is about strengthening the body. As for the so-called Taoism, I think it is more appropriate to describe it as a formation."

Wu Mian tilted his head slightly: "Formation?"

"We can combine various electronic components into mobile phones and bracelets, allowing them to exert certain capabilities that the original components themselves do not have. The principle is similar to Taoist formations. If we look at it from a Taoist perspective,

Look at it, the circuit diagram is a certain formation driven by electricity, but their formation is driven by other materials and micro-energy."

Uncle Min answered Wu Mian's question in simple words: "Whether they are warlocks or witches, you can regard them as scholars who study scientific systems outside the mainstream. If you say this, it will be easier to understand."

Wu Mian asked: "Have you ever seen such a person?"

"Back when synths were not yet classified as thugs, I received a request for help. While arresting a criminal, a synthetic captain in the military accidentally entered the enemy's formation and was seriously injured.

, and the captain was a fully synthetic human equipped with a level five weapon module. Later, the warlock was arrested and it was proven that he was just an ordinary person."

Uncle Min completed the spinal reset and helped Wu Mian suture the wound: "At that time, I was curious about how ordinary people could do this, so I participated in the interrogation. The other party said that he was a warlock and that he could use some special materials to make explosives.

, and the formation was arranged in advance. This formation can exert great power. The subsequent interrogation was taken over by the military, and I could no longer participate."

Wu Mian felt his legs regain consciousness and sat up from the bed: "So, the formation is real?"

"You can think of it as a precisely calculated minefield fueled by supernatural substances. Although the professions of warlocks and witches are real, their numbers are becoming increasingly rare today. Although they sound very

It is mysterious, but it is not worth mentioning in the face of technology. If years of hard work are not as practical as a rifle, who will spend so much energy?"

Uncle Min patted Wu Mian's back: "Now your fourth and fifth thoracic vertebrae and second lumbar vertebrae have cracks. You only have one set of ceramic spines and no spare parts. Once it appears,

Breaking it into pieces means that you will be completely paralyzed. If you continue to suffer like this, I will prepare a wheelchair for you in advance."

"I'll pay attention." Wu Mian moved his shoulders: "Where is Nan Ci?"

Uncle Min pointed to the depths of the tunnel: "At the end, she is cooperating with Johnny to dissect the body."

Wu Mian became more energetic: "Is it the assassin's body?"

"It's one of our own." Uncle Min sighed: "The supplies of the Worker Bee Organization are too scarce. We have to recycle all the intelligent machines that can be used. This kind of recycling is a very painful job. You have to cut it open."

A few hours ago, take out the corpses of the companions who were still alive and talking to you, take out their internal organs, and make them become bloody and mangled for the last time in your memory. Nan Ci will always be very irritable at this time. If there is no emergency,

, I suggest you not to disturb her."

"Thanks."

After hearing Uncle Min's explanation, Wu Mian hesitated for a moment and then walked over there.

The survivors of the worker bee base were all sitting in the corridor in twos and threes. Everyone's face was full of sadness. Only a few children who were not familiar with the world were playing and playing, but they soon became quiet due to the scoldings of adults.

As soon as Wu Mian approached the curtain at the end of the corridor, he smelled the smell of blood coming from inside and reached out to lift it.

At the gap between the tunnels, a ray of sunlight shone in from the outside and fell on Nan Ci.

Wu Mian saw her sitting against the wall, hugging her knees and looking blankly in a trance. He squatted next to her and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"dust."

Nan Ci stared at the dust floating left and right in the sunlight, her voice hoarse: "These dusts are just like us synthetic humans, insignificant and nowhere to go."

"As you said, the resistance is a beam of light. When there is light, dust is easier to see."

Wu Mian blocked the sunlight, and the dust in the air disappeared without a trace: "Has the body of the gangster I killed been brought back for inspection?"

"I brought it back, but I haven't checked it yet." Nan Ci pointed inside: "Go and see for yourself."

Wu Mian looked at Nan Ci condescendingly: "You are more depressed than I thought. You have to know that emotions are contagious. You have to cheer up."

Nan Ci buried her head in her knees: "Xiaojie is dead. He was my brother's best friend."

Wu Mian's lips moved, but in the end he said nothing and walked into the darkness ahead.