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Rose Gasoline Bar

The senior engineer was sitting in the corner of the bar, with a cup of the bar's classic cocktail in front of him, which was also Black Rose's favorite, called the 'Flame Chariot'. The blue flames burning on the surface of the cup looked like the flames ejected from a motorcycle.

It tastes very bitter, and it feels like gasoline mixed with Coca-Cola.

Although Black Rose has not returned, the bar has returned to its former bustle, with people inquiring about information, doing business, chatting nonsense, and spending money to get drunk. There are all kinds of people in the world.

"Sir, someone wants to buy you a drink," an android waitress came over with a glass of wine on a plate.

It can be seen that this android is not of a high level, with obvious splicing marks on its hands and feet, and an unnatural smile on its face, indicating that it has only downloaded the most basic AI service and does not even have a personality template.

The senior engineer did not speak, but waved his hand.

There was a sigh in the dark.

A bearded man's face darkened, he drank the gasoline beer in his hand, stood up, and walked out without looking back. He had no left hand, instead he had a large shotgun.

"Even an elephant hunter can't do it. His vision is too high!"

"He is also senior."

"Yes, I once saw with my own eyes that his large double-barreled shotgun killed an E-class radioactive elephant in the head with one shot. It was a large radioactive beast."

"There is no way, I just have the capital."

"Isn't he just an old man? What's so great about him," a newcomer said suddenly angrily.

"Young people, don't be confused about the situation. In the desert, qualifications are the least valuable."

A mechanical hunter sneered and shook his head.

"Yes, if you can bring back alive the head of a Reaper leader and four D-class Reaper corpses, you are qualified to make this choice."

The newcomer was stunned and subconsciously asked: "The Reaper, that melee monster that can't even be cut with a chainsaw?"

"Yeah, five heads in total. The Motor City hasn't had such a harvest in many years."

"amazing!"

The senior engineer finished the 'Chariot of Flame' and asked the waiter to mix a cup of 'Beautiful Woman'. Sure enough, this brandy-flavored mellow cocktail was more suitable for him.

Today, more than a dozen people invited me to drink, but the senior engineer didn't even accept a drink.

It's not because the other person is a man.

It's not that he's afraid of the other party 'picking up corpses' - well, he's still a little afraid.

Women have it too.

But their purpose is not pure either.

Women who purely seduce men will most likely not seduce him. People who often come to this bar to drink know more or less about his relationship with the female owner of the bar.

The alpha male's woman and the alpha female's man are two types of creatures that are not to be messed with - even though they can be very exciting.

The fundamental reason is that drinking the other party's wine is equivalent to agreeing to the other party's invitation to form a team.

According to the aerial photos taken by the factory satellite, at least dozens of beasts have appeared around the Auto City.

The security regiment has issued a death order. Within five days, no matter how they operate, they must gather at least an armed team of three people.

This kind of free team formation, powerful mechanical hunters will naturally be welcomed.

As a central oasis, Auto City is home to many well-known mechanical hunters, but there are only a few lone wolves without a fixed team.

And even among special masters like Lone Wolf, those with the record of Gao Gong are the only ones who have shit.

Yesterday, when the senior engineer brought back five reaper corpses, the entire munitions warehouse was alarmed. Even the logistics manager, who always looked down on hunters, took the initiative to come out and say a few polite words to him.

Everyone knows that High Engineer hunted down a C-class Reaper—for the second time!

After another glass of wine, the senior engineer looked at the mechanical clock on the wine cabinet. It was almost time and he was going to the military warehouse to pick up the goods.

"etc!"

As soon as the senior engineer walked to the door, a bald man suddenly stood up, walked up to him aggressively, and shouted: "My name is Black Death Ape, and I think I am qualified to be your teammate."

In the low jazz music, the senior engineer lowered his head and tapped the bottom of the cigarette case, took a cigarette from the cigarette case, and looked at the other person through the dim vision.

This guy is very tall, just over two meters tall. However, it is not the physical deformation of the indigenous people. Instead, he has undergone bone strengthening surgery - an enhanced version of bone hyperplasia.

The muscles on the body are well developed and bloated. They should be some kind of inferior biochemical muscles. I don’t know if there is a problem with the implantation or the size of the muscles. It looks like the clothes are bought in a larger size.

The most eye-catching thing is his pair of oversized metal arms, which are at least three circles larger than normal arms. The protruding parts of the forearms should be flamethrowers, and the carrot-thick fingers have nine metal joints.

This thing must hurt a lot.

"A gorilla arm imported from Sleepless City?"

"Good eyesight!" The Black Death Ape's eyes lit up, he grabbed a wine bottle, closed his palms, 'click', 'click', and soon created a pile of glass shards.

"I have investigated you, and I know that you are good at using knives and have a big sniper." The Black Death Ape made a posture like a bodybuilder, and his biochemical muscles bulged as if they were inflated. There were no veins, only some pale artificial muscles. fiber.

"I am also good at close combat, as well as medium and long-range combat. I can attack and snipe. We will be the most tacit partners!"

The senior engineer puffed out a puff of smoke in a drunken manner and said, "I'm fine with it. The problem is that you're not good at it."

"Why can't I do it?" the black gorilla's eyes widened, and he held a pair of gorilla arms under Gao Gong's eyes.

"Look carefully! This is the latest version of the 'Impact Type III'!"

To be honest, this equipment is good, and it can at least get an 'excellent' rating in the system panel.

It’s just that people can’t do it.

The senior engineer took a few more puffs, threw the cigarette butt in the ashtray, and prepared to leave directly without explanation.

"Wait, you can't leave until you speak clearly!"

The Black Death Ape was furious, and the mechanical palm violently grabbed Gao Gong's shoulder. The mechanical grip hit the titanium alloy skeleton, making a squeezing sound.

"The equipment is okay, but your legs and feet are not good."

"What are you-"

Amidst the high-pitched metal music, Gao Gong suddenly turned around, rushed into the middle door, hooked his legs, and lightly stepped on the inside of his ankles. The opponent's slender ankles could not bear the weight of the body at all, and they cracked with a 'click' sound. The black gorilla fell to the ground with a bang, hugged his legs and screamed.

"Legs! Legs! My legs!!"

"The modification rate of the movement system is less than 4%, and you actually installed such a big thing on yourself," the senior engineer shook his head, waved his hand, and asked several bartenders who had already touched the handles of the guns to retreat.

"It's a bit hard to think about, my friend."

Human body modification is a delicate and large-scale project that requires consideration of all aspects. The stronger the prosthetic body, the better.

In fact, the stronger the prosthetic body is, the harder it is to install it and to remove it. It can be said that every high-level prosthetic body transformation is equivalent to entering the hell gate.

And once the prosthetic body is not suitable enough, the number will be useless.

If the player becomes useless, he can start over, but if the NPC becomes useless, it is really hopeless.

In Gao Gong's opinion, the mechanical hunters in the Auto City are more or less over-modified.

Maybe they have no problem at this stage, but when they want to go further, such as crossing the 10th level threshold of the main profession or the 20th level, they will find that body modification has been overdrawn and cannot be changed.

‘This might be an opportunity. ’

‘Mechanical modification has come to an end, and turning to biological modification is also a way to go, but mechanical rejection is a big problem. ’

Even mechanical transformers like Gao Gong, who have relatively balanced attributes, are cautious in the face of mechanical rejection.

For these guys who have gone to extreme levels of body modification, mechanical rejection is almost an inevitable result.

He also cannot force biological modification on the other party.

That would just create a whole bunch of cyberpsychopaths.

Gao Gong drove all the way south and arrived in front of a modern military building.

The buildings in front of you have a brand-new feel that is rare in the desert. Although the main building, airport, shooting range, and various off-road obstacles are all made of real materials, they give people a strange bubble feeling.

This should have been printed by a military contractor from a large company using 3D technology.

This is the munitions warehouse of the Security Corps.

It can be seen that many members of the security corps are undergoing actual combat training, and their opponents are ‘radiation beasts’ projected by virtual projection technology.

Their melee weapons will receive different levels of damage if they land on different parts of the 'beast'.

The VR glasses they wear deepen the immersion.

"You've practiced well. No wonder the security team is getting better and better at fighting."

The senior engineer smiled and looked to the other side. In a simulated concrete forest, an armed team of a security regiment was clearing obstacles in the 'forest'.

These experiences often require mechanical hunters to spend their lives learning.

But, is this training method really advanced?

At least the rout at the front did not bear this out.

"Mr. Gao, welcome," a robot came over and said in a smooth electronic voice.

"How about it, has the value of my loot been confirmed?"

"It has been confirmed that there are a total of 2124 contribution points. Do you want to see the details or go shopping first? We have just imported a batch of new models of smart weapons. Do you want me to take you to visit them?"

"Let's go take a look first," the senior engineer blinked and said casually: "By the way, can I ask which military contractors your weapons come from?"

"Tiber Defense System, Marubeni Global Security, Mas Edge."

They are all familiar names.

"Mas Edge," Gao Gong repeated the name. This crazy company, which would become famous for its radical human body modification in the future, had already begun to enter the weapons and equipment market at this time.