In the science fiction world, my vest is a mechanical god.

This is an antique machinery shop.

At this counter.

Listening to the name of this mechanical antique reported by Wang Zhong, Zhong Xu was stunned for a moment. Then, he thought for a moment and said with all his treasures:

"This guest, you are really discerning..."

"This [trauma treatment mechanical instrument] was a mechanical item invented sixty years ago by a mechanic who was proficient in medical skills. It is said to be able to treat ordinary bruises. However, now, the core mechanical parts in this instrument [ The treatment chip] has been damaged..."

"Seriously, if you buy it, the collection value is greater than the research value..."

At this moment, Zhong Xu first introduced this [trauma treatment mechanical instrument], and then he changed the subject and said slightly seriously: "But, if you want it, I can sell it to you at a 50% discount."伱, you only need 9,000 yuan in currency.”

"make a deal."

Seeing this, Wang Zhong didn't hesitate and immediately decided to buy this [trauma treatment mechanical instrument].

His bold appearance made Zhong Xu secretly happy.

…………

After a few minutes.

Zhong Xu looked at Wang Zhong who had walked away. He shook his head and said with regret: "This [trauma treatment mechanical instrument] is indeed genuine, but it's a pity that the chip inside is a counterfeit. Anyway, the antique value of this thing is greater than the research value..."

Store entrance.

Wang Zhong walked out of the store and looked at the exquisite shopping bag in his hand. He couldn't help but smile happily at the corner of his mouth.

[Trauma treatment mechanical instruments].

If it is just an antique, then it is indeed useless.

However, don't forget that in Wang Zhong's hands, there is an unreasonable priesthood power "Mechanical Evolution LV1". Any damaged mechanical creation can be restored to its glory in his hands!

"Although I don't have a stupid girl, I do have a mechanical mobile phone that can treat injuries, so that's the same..."

"When I go back tonight, I can see the power of this [trauma treatment mechanical instrument]."

While muttering in his mouth, Wang Zhong continued to walk on the street, looking at the many delicacies displayed around him and admiring the lively night market in this slum area.

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Tread.

On the street, at the entrance of a dark alley, two figures wearing black windbreakers and black masks were staring at Wang Zhong carefully through a telescope.

At a certain moment, a ferocious and thick voice suddenly sounded: "Brother, is this guy named Wang Zhong our target this time?"

"According to the information, this guy is a [First-level Psionic Warrior]. Even if he has a [Junior Mechanical Suit], he is only as strong as us..."

"For such a weakling, the secretary actually sent four of us [Sion Mechanical Killers] to do things. Isn't that too cautious?"

After a moment, another irritable male voice with a suppressed tone replied: "Third brother, we can just do what the secretary asked us to do. Why do we think about so many things? Anyway, we have never joined [Sain Machinery] From the moment I joined the Prosthetic Company, I no longer had a self.”

"Giggle."

After he finished speaking, an increasingly depressing and painful sound of bone friction came from the body of one of the [Sain Mechanical Killers].

"Brother, is there something wrong with the semi-finished serum you injected?"

"I...I'm fine. You continue to monitor that guy first. I, I'll drink some blood...suppress the serum magic in the body..."

"…………"

After the two [Sion Mechanical Killers] were interrupted in their chat, when one of them [Sion Mechanical Killer] picked up the telescope again and wanted to continue monitoring Wang Zhong, he could not see Wang Zhong. figure.

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on the street.

"We are selling milk tea, buy one, get one free..."

"Fragrant fried chicken steak, fried chicken steak, buy one, the second one is half price..."

When he reached the end of this slum, Wang Zhong couldn't hold back his appetite. He quickly came to a small chicken steak shop and said: "Boss, let's have one fried chicken steak, no, two. The second half-price chicken steak, I will store it with you first, and you will fry it for me later..."

"Great."

Indeed, the owner of the chicken chop shop wiped his greasy forehead with his hand and said happily.

It was at this time.

"Master, a picture was just sent from [Release Patrol Crows], take a look."

Wang Zhong wore a Bluetooth headset on his right ear, and the cold electronic sound of [Smart Intelligence] came from it.

"Come on, boss, how much does it cost? I'll pay it to you..."

"Fifteen dollars, a fried chicken steak is ten dollars..."

"Okay, boss, sweep it over."

At the door of the store, Wang Zhong said something to the store owner and opened the messaging software. Then, a strange picture appeared on the screen.

They were two figures with black masks on their faces and black clothes...

"Master, according to the investigation of this [Released Patrol Crow], these two mysterious figures have been monitoring your direction."

"hehe."

"Smart, hack into the many surveillance cameras in the surrounding streets, and then help me find where these two guys are hiding."

Immediately, Wang Zhong issued an order to this [intelligence].

Intelligence, that is equivalent to the ability of [Hacker LV2]. Although it cannot invade the data monitoring system of this large company, in this slum with such backward monitoring equipment, the means of invasion that [Intelligence] can exert are enough to simply take over the surveillance cameras of the entire street.

In less than a minute.

An address sounded in Wang Zhong's ears.

A moment later, Wang Zhong's figure disappeared on this busy street.

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In a public toilet.

Wang Zhong, who had changed into a black windbreaker, held this [Mechanical Mobile Phone A10] in his right hand. He pressed the password button [666] very skillfully. Suddenly, a stream of green light containing data psionic energy suddenly flowed on his body.

Rumble!

The next second, a large piece of green data runes appeared in Wang Zhong's eyes, and at the same time, a strange combat experience was quickly loaded into the depths of his memory.

It was this skill [Psionic Data LV1].

Power!

Soon, a powerful force equivalent to a [Level 3 Psionic Warrior] began to flow through Wang Zhong's body.

"Next, it's my turn as a new avatar to take action."

While speaking, Wang Zhong, who looked like a masked vigilante, disappeared into the toilet.