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

Areas controlled by the coalition government.

Domestic waste discharge site in the suburbs of Linjiang District, Kyoto City.

In the deep dusk, under a tall concrete wall, several children who looked to be at least seven or eight years old were rummaging through a huge garbage pile with iron forks and hooks in their hands.

These children are all disabled, with metal arms or thighs reflecting the afterglow of the moon.

Looking through the gap in the wall next to it, there are bright neon lights, sensual dogs and horses.

Jet motorcycles and wheelless hover cars roared past, speeding by with lightning speed.

Linjiang District, located on the edge of the city, is under the control of the Jinma Group behind the scenes. The public security is extremely chaotic and the people are in dire straits.

Separated by a wall, there is the prosperous Gyeonggi area on the other side, and the gloomy slums on this side.

"Scrap!"

"I found it first!"

Two children had an argument over a scrap steel bar, and the argument turned into a scuffle.

"Shut up, everyone!"

An older child came forward. His name was Erniu. He was the king of children in this area. Although he was only thirteen years old, he was already a senior scavenger. Other children who wanted to come here to scavenge had to go through him.

allow.

Er Niu stepped forward and pulled out the steel bar stuck in the garbage pile, only to find that the other end was dripping with blood.

"There's something down there! Peel it open!"

Erniu gave the order, and several children from the surrounding area swarmed forward and dug a deep pit out of the garbage pile with familiarity.

Under the pit is a young man who looks to be in his twenties, with his eyes closed and a pale face, wearing a dark green combat uniform. Broken hair and mud obscure his face, making it impossible to see his true face.

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A child recognized the young man's clothes and said with horror on his face: "Mercenary!"

"Bang!"

Erniu mustered up his courage and kicked the mercenary, turning him over.

The clothes behind the mercenary had been torn open, and there was a huge gash on his back covered with mud, and his spine was empty.

The kid who recognized the mercenary shouted again: "He has implants!"

Another exclamation came out: "He's breathing!"

Erniu saw the logo on his sleeve clearly and stepped back as if he was electrocuted: "He is a mercenary of the Golden Horse Group!"

…

When Wu Mian opened his eyes, he was already in a tin shed.

What caught the eye was the very simple decoration. The room didn't even have a door, only a curtain.

There were several curious children watching around him. He tried hard to move his body, but found that he could not move at all.

Suddenly I remembered that my mechanical spine had been dug away.

Shootout!

sell!

betray!

Erase!

A series of memory fragments appeared in Wu Mian's mind.

He remembered that he had been betrayed, but he could no longer remember who betrayed him.

It seems that the injury he suffered was not only the disassembly of his spine, but also the loss of memory.

"Wow!"

While thinking about it, the door curtain of the iron shed was opened again, and then a woman with short hair and a patchwork combat uniform walked into the room.

"Sister Nan Ci!"

"We caught the mercenary!"

"He's a bastard from the Golden Horse Group!"

When several children saw the woman entering the door, they immediately surrounded her with chirping.

This woman is called Nan Ci, she is twenty-two years old, and she is the leader of the intelligence organization "Worker Bee", a branch of the synthetic human resistance army.

"Mercenary?"

When Nan Ci saw the clothes on Wu Mian's body, hostility suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Wu Mian was lying on the bed. Because he had no mechanical spine, his whole body was like a puddle of mud, and he was in a trance: "I am not a mercenary."

Nan Ci was not afraid of this incapacitated man: "Then who are you?"

"I can't remember clearly." Wu Mian shook his head: "My memory has been erased. I only remember that my name is Wu Mian."

Nan Ci narrowed her eyes and looked at Wu Mian, as if she didn't believe what he said.

Pipe, top hat, pistol, cloak, magnifying glass, bulletproof umbrella... Detective Agency!

Sporadic memory fragments appeared in Wu Mian's mind one after another. He was stunned for a long time and whispered: "I should be a detective."