Psychics don't die from gunfire

"Well, yes, it's another deal."

Jaredon sat in the armchair and answered to the screen in front of him.

On the other side of the screen, there was a dimly lit room with large flakes of wall and a blood-stained operating bed in the middle - at this moment, a person was lying on this iron bed.

Then, a thin figure slowly approached the bed, and the slender scalpel outlined a dangerous arc.

Seeing this, the person on the bed began to move wildly, but under the restraints, he could only watch the other person getting closer and closer.

Next to the operating table, there were several open refrigerators, and a wisp of cold air rose in the dim light.

"I can pay it back! I really have the ability to pay it back! Give me some more time! Really! Wow! Give me a little more -"

The next moment, the man's struggling and wailing on the operating bed, and the approaching figure holding a scalpel, were all blocked by a sudden big face.

"Fuck! Stop doing this! Who are you scaring?"

Jaredon was startled subconsciously, and then cursed.

"Who has time to scare you? What nonsense are you talking about! I'm adjusting the camera!"

The other party was not polite and cursed casually while adjusting the position.

After tinkering for a while, the other party sat down away from the camera.

"How much was the loan?"

"I only released 120,000 yuan. I'm afraid I won't be able to get back any more. But after reading the files, I feel that this guy is barely a potential stock. I can take my time in the future."

Hearing this, the other party nodded first and then sighed.

"Funds in the gang have been tight recently, and the competition in organ trading is fierce now, so we rely on you to make money by lending money. We still suffer from the lack of technology. These guys can't pay, so they can only use it to dig out organs and make them." Hammer sale"

"Technical slaves still making no progress?" Jaredan frowned.

"No, every one of them will die, and their whole brain will be burned to a pulp. The few who are not dead can only live for four or five days. For this kind of technology, the formal ones on the black market are too expensive, and the cheap ones have pitfalls. There are no Method."

The other party spread his hands: "Paroser is not like it was a few years ago. Now everyone is doing organ sales. The competition is too great. Those corporate dogs are trying to keep the price down. It's really fucking stupid."

"Forget it, it's useless to talk." The other party cursed and shook his head: "As long as you know what you have in mind, the boss will go to negotiate with the leader of the Steel Sword Association later on about the ownership of Songshi Street, and I have to prepare Guy."

After saying that, without waiting for an answer, the other party hung up the video communication.

Jareden hummed, then grabbed a handful of colorful candies on the table, peeled off the sugar coating, and threw them into his mouth. The chemical addictive substances mixed with the candies were quickly dissipated and integrated into the blood.

With a familiar and endlessly pleasant feeling of lightness coming from his body, Jaredan relaxed his body, lay back, and exhaled a long breath.

A person's mental endurance is different, and it is impossible to implant prosthetics without limit. The theoretical limit of transformation for ordinary people is 50%, but under normal circumstances, 40% is already a very dangerous threshold, which is likely to cause Cyberpsychosis.

Even for a gang member like him who is accustomed to fighting and living for a day, his transformation rate is only about 30%.

——To put it more concretely, a person’s upper body, including the head, occupies 70% of the entire body, and the lower body occupies 30%.

Because of this, many people are still unwilling to replace "implanted organs" and prefer to use "biological organs."

Jade Pharmaceutical cultivates in petri dishes based on personal data, and the tailor-made "biological organs" are of course very good, but this level of service is too expensive, and ordinary middle class people will feel pain.

so.

Where there is consumption, there is a market, and where there is a market, there is profit. Therefore, even in this era, organ trading has not been eliminated. Organs dug out from people are much cheaper than Jade Pharmaceuticals.

However, when the "Enlightened Ones" were at their most violent a few years ago, at least on the surface, everyone in Paloser calmed down, and there were much less activities such as underground organ trading - no one wanted to be a "killer to scare the monkeys." object.

Especially when facing a group of "enlightened ones".

Those lunatics did lose often, but who were they up against? They are either giant corporations or the actual controllers of certain economic entities. In the face of these powerful people who dare to destroy the city, the fact that the "Enlightened Ones" can be defeated but not destroyed already explains a lot of problems.

Things are rare and valuable, and organs from that period were quite valuable.

But this is already an old almanac.

A year ago, the Jade Pharmaceuticals branch of Paloser suddenly launched an offensive, leading the armed forces of the coalition government to launch an offensive against the local enlightened people. The latter suffered heavy casualties and serious injuries.

Therefore, over the past year, the Enlightened Ones have lost much momentum, their activities have been significantly reduced, and they no longer have any deterrent effect.

One after another, gangs who didn't know how long they could survive immediately appeared. Considering the way to make quick money, they all chose loan sharking. Once they can't repay the money, they will first arrange for the other party to borrow it from another platform, and then sell the other party's organs.

"Tsk, resist the company."

Jareden chewed the candy, sneered, put all this behind him, and devoted himself to the online gambling game in front of him.

After getting into a taxi, the young man's expression suddenly changed.

The original fear and youthfulness faded away, replaced by calmness.

The "young man" not long ago was obviously Song Shi.

"I haven't done this for a long time, but it seems like my skills aren't new yet?"

Song Shi half-leaned on his seat and looked out the window.

In this world, what is the fastest way to make money?

——Of course, it is online loans.

No collateral is needed, and your credit rating is not considered. The loan is issued immediately. If you dare to borrow, you dare to give. It is convenient and fast. Is there any faster way to make money in this world than this?

As for the personal file just now, it is of course forged.

Of course, my network technology is not first-class, but in such a small place, forging a personal information file is not a problem.

Of course, this forged file is by no means perfect, but at least for half a month, the other party will not be able to see any loopholes.

And when the other party notices something wrong or intends to collect the money

Song Shi smiled.

Sitting in the car, half an hour later, Song Shi suddenly spoke.

"Change the destination, go to this address now."

A gentle voice immediately sounded in the car.

"Dear customer, according to our service regulations, if you change your itinerary temporarily, you will need to pay an additional 25% of the travel fee."

"Okay."

"Please pay now."

"No problem."

With the confirmation of the payment interface, the voice of the in-vehicle service intelligence immediately jumped up and said happily:

"Please fasten your seat belts, the journey will start soon!"

After another half an hour, Song Shi got off the driverless taxi.

He looked at the location on the map and then looked at the alley ahead.

"Let me see, "Kakadan" prosthetic clinic"