Psychics don't die from gunfire

Although implanting prosthesis is now a common and common thing, even "natural persons" without prosthesis implants will be discriminated against to a certain extent.

Some natural person groups that call for "rejecting prosthesis implants and returning to the original state" are one of the common targets of ridicule on the Internet. Various memes emerge in an endless stream, and cross-dressing fishing and scolding never stop.

However.

A person's mental endurance is different, and it is impossible to implant prosthesis unlimitedly. The theoretical limit of ordinary people's transformation degree is 50%, but under normal circumstances, 40% is already a very dangerous threshold, which is likely to cause cyberpsychosis.

Take the middle class as an example. For this reason, most of them maintain a transformation degree of 15%.

Even mercenaries with clear military needs will basically not exceed 35% - but the body of a natural person is not as good as that of an implanted prosthesis. The former is often in and out of gunfire and rain of bullets, and what should be done with the remaining organs that have not been replaced? We can't let them drag their feet and become a gap in the wooden barrel theory.

Dragging their feet on the battlefield will really kill people.

Therefore, equipment similar to [White Armor Type III Power Armguard] came into being.

In the box in front of Song Shi, there was an armguard lying quietly.

The exterior was painted dark white, and it did not adopt the common streamlined design. The overall style looked heavier, like the armguard worn by ancient armored soldiers.

But going a step further, the five fingers can be completely wrapped in the front handguard composed of a large number of fine scales, without any dead corners or gaps.

Although the overall design is mechanical, there is a neural link port inside the "White Armor Type III". When a person reaches into the armguard, it can be connected through the neural link port, greatly improving the control accuracy.

——This is one of the combat plans to replace "implanted prosthesis".

Compared with directly replacing the arm with a prosthesis, this method only requires a neural connection port implantation surgery on the arm, which is semi-transformed and significantly reduces the pressure on people.

Of course, there are also disadvantages. One is inconvenience. After all, external equipment cannot be worn all the time. It is easy to be caught off guard when encountering emergencies, unlike prostheses that can be used anytime and anywhere.

Second, compared with the complete "prosthetics", even if the latter can greatly compensate for the control accuracy through neural connection, it will still be a little worse, just like the difference between "one's own arm" and "external equipment".

As for the pinnacle of this combat plan, it is [exoskeleton armor].

In theory, the strongest and mass-produced exoskeleton armor in the world is the "Blessed Armor" of the [Vampsta Empire] - but that thing is actually cast with a certain psychic technology, at least in Song Shi's case, it has been opened out of the exoskeleton register.

"White Armor Type III."

Looking at the power arm guard in front of him, Song Shi suddenly felt that things have changed.

In the previous life, that is, twenty years later, due to poor market performance, the [White Armor] series has been discontinued for seven or eight years. The last product was the White Armor Type VIII Promax version, which was hailed as a sentimental and lousy work that wanted to make the last fortune before dying.

But for Song Shi, he still has some feelings for this series.

The early models of [White Armor] were a little more difficult to operate, but their performance was among the best in the products with the same market positioning and the same price.

Of course, some people may think that "high difficulty in operation" is a big problem, but Song Shi has never encountered such a problem.

——Is it true that someone can't control it as he wants after using it more than three times?

Therefore, Song Shi used the [White Armor] series for a long time, but unfortunately the later models became worse and worse, and they were positioned in the mid-to-low-end market, which could not keep up with Song Shi's combat intensity, so they were gradually withdrawn from his equipment configuration.

"Amiqaba, just use your right arm."

Song Shi lifted his sleeves, revealing his right arm with smooth muscle lines - his original body didn't really exercise much, but after the physical enhancement brought by "psychic awakening", this body is comparable to the top natural athletes.

"Yeah."

Amiqaba nodded.

Song Shi lay on the operating chair, let the instrument on the side fix his right arm, and waited quietly.

After waiting for a while, he found that Ami Kaba had not come yet. Song Shi could not help but turn his head and look over. He found that the other party took out a cushion from somewhere, knelt on it, and worshiped the portrait on the wall.

He was still muttering words such as "The 291st Great Doctor", "May Ji Po bless you", "The operation was successful", "Sincerely make a wish".

Song Shi was silent for a while and chose to respect individual differences.

Although as far as he knew, except for the "sacred entity" named "God" that was truly artificially created by the Vanpusta Empire through the "state religion", the unity of politics and religion, the belief volume of a huge empire, and thousands of years of religious worship.

The rest of the myths in the world are nothing more than legends formed by various characters and events in the long history, the embodiment of certain special ideologies, and the derived belief cognition and specific cultural system.

The prototypes of the characters in those myths are just some ancient psychics.

——Even in my previous life, with the spiritual power of the fourth ring of the [Dayuan] path, I was able to knock down 90% of the prototypes of mythological characters.

But.

Song Shi respects individual differences.

After Ami Kaba finished worshipping the Jivaka statue, just when Song Shi thought that the operation was about to begin, he saw the former snap his fingers, and then a row of speakers suddenly popped up on the wall, and a strong and powerful music sounded in the operating room.

“Ek ladki thi deewani si! Ek ladke pe woh marti thi!”

“Nazrein jhukake sharmake! Galiyon se guzarti thi——”

Accompanied by this round of music, Amiqaba’s temperament changed instantly, and his prosthetic right hand clicked, and a series of tools popped out.

Amiqaba’s face was full of solemnity, his feet were full of wind, and the whole person kept spinning while approaching. Each movement looked very exaggerated, but it fit the rhythm of the music and had a different kind of beauty.

Song Shi opened his mouth, but chose to shut up.

Respect ethnic differences.

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Thirty minutes later.

"A set of twelve nerve relaxants, remember to take two a week, otherwise your whole arm will rot. Don't come to me when the time comes, I will only give you two shots."

"Also pay attention, your prosthetic level is too low, even if it is a power arm guard, don't wear it for too long, three times a day, half an hour each time is enough, be careful of amputation if you do it more."

Amiqaba folded his arms and looked at Song Shi who was moving his arm.

His fee is indeed not low, but now Song Shi must admit that his skills are worth the price. The whole operation was smooth and neat, without any accidents.

As if guessing what the other party was thinking, Amiqaba sneered: "It's just such a small operation, how could I have any problems? You don't think it's that difficult, right? No way, no way, no way?"

Song Shi sighed and said nothing.

Next.

The operation was completed. After all, the two had no friendship. Song Shi picked up the suitcase and announced his departure. This suitcase was a gift from Amiqaba. It contained the White Armor III Arm Guard, a powerful stimulant, a blood coagulant, a fast-acting bandage, and a full-band blocking jammer [Ring of Atat].

A few minutes later.

A cry of pain was heard in the clinic.

"Damn it! I didn't mention the scalpel!"

"That guy still stole it for me! My scalpel! (Damn miser)!"