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

The moon was high in the sky, and many crows were attracted by the smell of blood, and they could not help but circle above the heads of Wu Mian and his party.

After Wu Mian shot Kong Wei to death, he did not look at the body on the ground and said to Nan Ci: "According to their speed, it will take at least five minutes for the support from the Wolf King Club to arrive. We have plenty of time.

You can have people take away the goods they left on the mountain, those things are very valuable."

"We are a resistance organization, not a criminal organization. We will not do such immoral things." Nan Ci raised his collar and ordered into the headset: "Burn the drugs on the mountain."

Wu Mian did not comment on Nan Ci's choice: "Can you find Chaozhen?"

"The Sixth District on the other side of the city, like Jiangjunwei, is also one of the three major slums."

Nan Ci paused for a moment: "Chao Town is the one with the lowest risk and the most chaotic among the three major slums. That place is not controlled by gangs, but it is filled with a large number of underground black markets. There are people from all walks of life. Good news.

We have many local informants who collect information on the black market for us. It may be helpful for recruiting people."

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Compared with Jiangjunwei, Chao Town is more like a deserted land.

The limited land is full of privately built houses. As far as the eye can see, there is not even a decent road. There is an unpleasant smell in the air, gunshots can be heard from time to time, and the dark places on the roadside are full of people.

It's an unkind look.

On the second floor of an independent courtyard in the town, Xiaolong, who was in charge of attacking the canteen with Zhang Fuhai in the afternoon, was shot once by Wu Mian and two more shots while evacuating.

The cold sweat had soaked the sheets.

At the edge of the hospital bed, Zhang Fuhai sat on the ground with his back against the wall, bumped the back of his head against the wall twice, and asked Lao Liu, "I can't bear it anymore. Where is the delicacy I bought before?"

"The thing is on Xu Lin's body, but he didn't come out of the garbage dump!"

While Lao Liu was speaking, he had already walked to the bedside and opened the medical box in his hand: "Xiaolong's condition is very dangerous and he must be operated on as soon as possible. Dahai, you have to help me."

"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Zhang Fuhai yelled and cursed, and hit the wall with the back of his head. After the simulated skin broke, the metal skeleton underneath was exposed.

He was tortured by the symptoms of separation of spirit and body. The heating up of his quantum brain made him extremely painful. Various memories and fragments appeared in front of his eyes, making it impossible for him to distinguish between illusion and reality.

At the same time, Xiao Ma, the sniper in the team, ran into the room carrying a box. When he saw Zhang Fuhai, he rushed towards him nervously: "Brother Hai! What's wrong with you?"

When Old Liu saw Zhang Fuhai like this, he had no time to take care of the dying Xiaolong. He took off his coat and walked over to place a cushion on the back of Zhang Fuhai's head to prevent him from further self-harm. At the same time, he ordered Xiao Ma: "Go and put it in the refrigerator."

I poured the frozen ice cubes into the bucket and poured them on him to cool him down. Once the quantum brain is overloaded, he will be useless!"

Xiao Ma looked at this horrific scene and stumbled to another room. He quickly ran back with a bucket and poured it on Zhang Fuhai's head.

The biting ice water was splashed on Zhang Fuhai's head, and a steam even appeared at first.

Ten seconds later, Zhang Fuhai regained his consciousness, looked at the water stains on the ground and his body soaked by the water, and looked at Lao Liu: "Am I sick again?"

Old Liu sighed: "When you wanted to use Yiyu, I was against it. Recently, the frequency of separation of your soul and body has become more and more frequent. Although it is only in the early stages, no one knows when the situation will worsen."

"I originally thought that I was a person with strong willpower, but this body does not belong to me. The mutation of the quantum brain cannot be controlled by consciousness."

Zhang Fuhai picked up a piece of ice and felt the temperature of the tower: "Since the end is death, why not indulge as much as you want, but die in pain?"

Lao Liu did not answer the question: "Xiaolong is dying, come here to help."

Seeing that Zhang Fuhai had returned to normal, Xiao Ma put the previous box on the bedside, and then took out the sniper rifle under the bed: "The things are here, you are busy, I will go on sentry duty!"

Old Liu took out the scalpel from the medical box, briefly roasted it on the fire, and said to Xiaolong: "You were shot through the kidneys and lungs by a bullet. You must replace the mechanical organs you just bought on the black market, but your head

After modification, the anesthetic is ineffective on you, and you can only bear it, but this process may hurt you to death!"

Xiaolong's lips trembled twice: "Is there no other way, such as shutting down the quantum brain?"

"No, once you lose the nerve connection, you will probably not be able to wake up. Whether you can survive tonight depends on your will to survive." Old Liu used alcohol to briefly disinfect Xiaolong's chest: "Dahai, hold him down.

!”

Zhang Fuhai stepped forward and tied Xiaolong's hands and feet to the head of the bed with ropes. At the same time, he pressed his shoulders with both hands: "Don't be afraid of the pain. Distract your attention. Once the quantum brain overheats, even the King of Heaven and I will not be able to save you!"

"Pfft!"

Lao Liu took off his coat, held the scalpel in the robotic arm, and steadily cut open the skin on Xiaolong's chest.

"ah!!"

Xiaolong felt a cold air pouring into his body along the knife edge, and couldn't help but struggle.

"Brother, hold on! Distract your attention and don't move around. If Liu's knife is even a little crooked, you will be dead!"

Zhang Fuhai struggled to press Xiaolong's body: "Relax and think of something else... Let me ask you, what is the happiest thing that has ever happened to you in your life?"

The veins on Xiaolong's neck popped out, and his artificial cheek, which was not exquisitely crafted, showed a weird expression of pain: "When I was a child, my family was poor, so I saved up half the semester's pocket money and bought a big goose!"

"This is not a fucking happy thing!" Zhang Fuhai kept distracting Xiaolong's attention: "I can't think of happy things, so I just think of sad things!"

"My father went to sharpen the knife, my mother went to boil water, and I went to pee. When I came back, the goose had flown away!"

Xiaolong's body trembled unconsciously: "I cried and looked for my goose, but it was gone. In order to comfort me, my parents decided to buy another one, but they met the corporate armed forces of the United Industrial Group.

Eliminate defecting employees. My parents were beaten to death, but the people of United Industries have corporate immunity, and their killings are not under the control of the United Government. My parents died like that, and no one cared about their deaths... That day, it was

My eighth birthday.”

"Yes, there are too many oligarchic companies that are more powerful than the coalition government today. The so-called corporate immunity is just a matter of decency between them. The coalition government does not dare to interfere in these matters."

This was the first time Zhang Fuhai learned about Xiaolong's past: "So, in order to take revenge, you voluntarily became a synthesizer and joined this circle, right?"

"I started saving money when I was eight years old, and until I was twenty-three years old, I was reluctant to misuse even a penny. As a result, all my property was only enough to modify my head on the black market, and I even bought civilian-grade weapon modules. Sorry, I'm not even qualified to get close to the yard of United Industries."

Xiaolong looked at the ceiling numbly, and the anger in his eyes seemed to swallow up everything: "Fifteen years! I spent a whole fifteen years making money, I didn't wear a new piece of clothing, and I ate synthetic food day after day. Food, the savings I have saved are not even enough to buy a bottle of red wine in a high-end restaurant! Brother Hai, do you think I am a failure?"

Old Liu stared at the inside of Xiaolong's chest attentively, and took out a poor-quality mechanical lung from the box Xiaoma brought back: "I am going to replace the organ. His mood is very stable, keep it up."

"Your failure is not your sorrow, but that in this era, people at the bottom have no way out. You feel that you are unsatisfied. In fact, everyone is just like you. They are confused and cannot see the future."

Zhang Fuhai looked at Xiaolong's dull eyes and sighed, "Do you want to hear my story?"