My Apocalypse Fortress Vehicle

As he walked along this greasy, dark street, Jack felt the pain on his body getting worse and worse. Whenever he moved, the pain was deep into the bone marrow. Moreover, the wound that had stopped bleeding now began to bleed again.

He remembered that he once had a special chip implanted in his body. The chip could detect the physical condition of the implanted person. If the implanted person was seriously injured, it could stop the implanted person's bleeding and ensure the implanted person's life and health.

But Jack estimated his physical condition and estimated that the chip in his body would soon become useless. After all, he was now likely to continue to bleed.

He held the Razer II and walked on the street for an unknown distance before finally walking out of the dark street.

As soon as he walked out, he saw several dilapidated residential buildings scattered in front of him. Their degree of damage and age were something Jack had never seen before.

This place is different from the street he just stayed on. There are a few people sitting in front of several residential buildings. But it seemed that none of them cared about what happened to Jack, even though he was a bloody man and returned to his arms with a Razer.

Jack walked on this road, looking at the indifferent expressions of the people around him who didn't care about him, and saw the dilapidated and deep shadows of those residential buildings, like ghosts.

He didn't take a few steps when he suddenly realized that there was only one place in the world like this, and only the people in that place would not care about a stranger who was covered in wounds:

This is the dungeon!

Unexpectedly, the tunnel dug by my father leads directly to the underground city.

However, the reason for this is also easy to understand. After all, the dungeon is disorderly and chaotic. Anyone here can easily evade most pursuits and wanted persons. It is also a place where some heinous guys usually choose to escape.

Although they know that there will be no armed action teams here, people at the upper levels generally don't bother to come to the underground city to explore.

In their eyes, the underground city is an extremely dirty place. Once they arrive there, no matter how many times they disinfect and clean their bodies, they cannot clean away the unique dust brought from the underground city.

But Jack did not breathe a sigh of relief. He knew that the people in the dungeon were ruthless and unscrupulous thugs. They were decisive and ruthless in doing things. If he couldn't deal with them, he would soon die here, which would be the same as staying in the workshop.

Thinking of this, Jack hugged the Razer II tighter in his arms. I am afraid that this is the only way he can protect himself now.

I walked a few steps in an abandoned, rickety residential building with the Razer II in my arms. Maybe it was because the wounds on his body made me feel particularly easy to deal with.

Some strange looks quickly came around him, which made Jack feel very uncomfortable. He always felt that there were a lot of strange things mixed in those looks.

Sure enough, not long after his strange feeling had passed, a man stumbled over to him. He quickly reached out to the Razer II held in Jack's arms.

The man wanted to snatch the Razer II from Jack's hand. How could Jack allow such a thing to happen.

As soon as the man grabbed his hand, Jack kicked him and kicked him away. Then, he opened fire and shot the man in the head in the street.

The movements are done in one go.

Sure enough, just as he thought, even if he shot his head in the street, he couldn't attract many people's attention in the dirty residential building in the underground city.

The people here are so numb that they can't even be called human beings.

Jack knew that there would be more people with ulterior motives coming to rob him, and he had to find a place to stay quickly, not to mention removing the chip, but at least to heal his injuries.

Thinking of this, Jack's eyes swept around him more quickly, but the next second, it might be due to the blood loss to a certain extent, coupled with the excessive fatigue of the body. The chip implanted in his body could no longer withstand the pressure and was completely scrapped.

Blood poured out from Jack's body in all directions.

Jack's vision also went dark. Not long after he woke up, he passed out heavily on the ground again, just like he had just passed out in a deserted alley.

As he collapsed to the ground, there was only one last thought left in his mind:

Ruined.

Everything on his body will be hollowed out, his internal organs and various useful mechanical parts will also be disassembled and used for sale on the black market. He will be like pieces of pork hung in an ancient vegetable market, ready for anyone to pick and slaughter. .

...

When Jack opened his eyes again and woke up, he unexpectedly discovered that he was not dead yet.

A lot of the pain in my body disappeared, leaving only one kind of numbness, as if there was an electric current flowing through my body.

This strange feeling, he believed, was definitely not caused by death.

Not only did he not die unexpectedly, he also saw the shining, even dazzling light above his head. That bright light shouldn't be what a dungeon should have, it should always be dark here.

A thought flashed through his mind:

Could it be that he has been sold now? In the operating room?

In other words, someone is going to come over and dissect you soon and turn all your horrific fantasies into reality?

Thinking of this, Jack didn't care about anything else and stood up from the bed where he was lying. His numb limbs now felt a slight itching.

It seems like some small ants are crawling in the blood vessels.

Although this is not a feeling that can be called comfortable, it is still much better than the pain all over the body before.

It wasn't until he stood up that he realized that there were many tubes inserted into his body, and those tubes were continuously delivering unknown liquid into his body. And when he looked up, he saw several more screens, showing his beating electrocardiogram and some messy images.

Jack was a little panicked, and he was even more sure that he was sent to a black-hearted hospital, and someone would soon come to remove his organs and mechanical parts.

The worst part is that I have no clothes on and the Razer II is missing.

Jack is unwilling to sit still and wait for death. Even without weapons, he will try to find a way out from here.

He was about to pull out all the tubes in his body and jump out of bed. Just as he was about to do it, he suddenly heard a handsome man's voice:

"Don't move around. It's the nutrient solution that will kill you. If you move around, your body's nutrients will not be supplied to the prosthetic body, and you will feel a burst of swelling immediately, and then become disabled. Then you will be in trouble."

As this voice sounded, a man walked out silently.

That person was none other than the young V who had yet to climb into the world and successfully emerged from the dungeon.