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Chapter 262 Jack K

Hanging Street, an ordinary morning

Jack K, a once-famous bounty hunter, was well-known in the underground world for his high efficiency and denigration of relatives. During the Android War, he killed thousands of old-fashioned androids. He is a wanted criminal who is still being rewarded by android radicals. , the hunting footprint covers two satellites and an asteroid belt.

But times have changed. There are more and more androids, and their power is getting stronger and stronger. They even became the main ethnic group on this planet after the "Bionic Man Act" was passed.

It's better in the Machine City, where the androids and natives are evenly split, but in the Mother City, the number of settled androids far exceeds the natives.

Oh, there are very few serious natives these days. They are all damn modified people, the kind who are too embarrassed to go out without something on their body.

As if setting an alarm clock, Jack opened his eyes at regular intervals and sat up on the bed, revealing his upper body covered with scars and muscles.

The tall figure sat expressionless for a minute, then stood up and entered the shower room. The spray nozzles were exposed on the walls on both sides. Amidst the sound of air pressure, it was clear that no water was sprayed out, but the surface of the body was visibly clean. This is called polymer. Bathing, although advanced, always makes people think of equipment such as gas chambers and incinerators.

There are a lot of suture marks on the surface of Jack K's body. This suture is not like the current prosthetic implant, but more like the transformation of the old-fashioned bionic man.

Back then, androids had to pretend to be like humans in order to live like humans.

Now the situation is completely reversed.

You have to pretend to be an android to have a good enough position waiting for you.

Although his decades of career as a bounty hunter had made Jack a lot of money, and he just passed the time by running a stall, as a former bounty hunter, he was always dedicated enough.

First, he went to the underground market in the old city and picked up enough meat. As for the meat provider, it might be parts from clones, it might be leftovers from the organ trade, or it might be artificial meat that is shoddy.

But Jack K didn't care, he was selling noodles, not fresh meat.

As long as it doesn't kill anyone.

Returning to his small processing room from the purchasing market, he kneaded the dough and put the meat into the meat grinder.

The art of kneading dough was taught to him by a female android.

The earliest bionic humans could not eat, nor could they use nutritional creams. They could only inject liquids or take nutritional injections.

Later, as the digestive system improved, I could eat a certain amount of pasta, but meat was still indigestible.

Therefore, for a long time, the ability to eat meat was the distinguishing factor between androids and native humans.

Jack remembered that one of the original punishments for androids was to stuff fresh meat into the opponent's throat. The downtime of the digestive system would cause large-scale spasms on the surface of the android's body, like a hysterical chicken.

At that time, the expressions of androids were much more terrifying than they are now, and they would definitely make those high-end people who went to look for prostitutes only look for android prostitutes scared to death.

After adding various chemical seasonings to the soup, tasting it and confirming that the taste was no different from the past, Jack put the large pot of hot soup into his mobile stall and pushed it onto the street.

Today, there were very few people on Hanging Street. Jack's nose twitched as he smelled the smell of gunpowder in the air.

This is one of his special abilities. He can judge the intensity of the battle by distinguishing the composition of gunpowder on the battlefield.

"Street war?"

Generally speaking, in the outer city, it is normal for two groups of people to draw guns and shoot at each other because they dislike each other.

Fights between gangs are as common as eating and drinking.

But this is not a street fight.

One of the hallmarks of street warfare is the increase in firepower intensity, from firearms to artillery weapons, and at the same time it is announced that buildings in the fighting area will no longer be protected.

This is a very dangerous thing.

Because once the damage reaches a certain level, a nearby security company will definitely come over to maintain the security of the 'artificial data'.

If the commotion gets louder, even the mechanical army of the Mechanical Mastermind will intervene.

This is by no means a good thing for both warring parties.

Because their intervention is definitely not to be a peacemaker, but to kill both sides.

This solves both the problem and the person who caused the problem.

Generally, only the 'war to eliminate gangs' will rise to the level of street war.

Thick fireworks surged out from a storefront. Jack remembered that it was a newly opened prosthetic clinic.

In fact, not many prosthetists would openly open their clinics on the street.

The group of transformers in the underground world prefer to hide in the dark and use taboo transformation to disrupt this fucked-up world.

His old-fashioned android body is the work of a certain prosthetic doctor, of course, not the prosthetic doctor here.

Jack expressionlessly pushed the stall to where he always placed it.

Street war is dangerous to other people, but to a guy like him who hunts all over the world, it is nothing.

I'm afraid today's business won't be very good.

Soon, gunfire rang out from a building.

Based on the people, goods, and the presence of gang guards in the building in the past, Jack judged very early on that there was a small processing factory inside.

Soon, a group of people rushed out, covered in blood, and some were missing arms and legs. However, each of these people was as happy as if they had taken drugs.

"5000 experience gained, Ness!"

"Be careful when handling those muscle stimulants, don't break them. These are good things for improving your status."

"I don't know how much it can be sold for."

"Definitely a lot."

"Hey, there's a noodle seller here."

"What's the noodle seller? It's clearly a point of recovery." The red flower demon touched the blood on his face and said confidently, "Boss, take care of the red medicine."

Jack said expressionlessly: "I only sell noodles here."

"Then a bowl of noodles."

Soon, the hot noodles were served. The Red Flower Demon finished the meal in three and two bites, then looked at the still bleeding wound and fell into deep thought.

"Boss, is this bowl of noodles really just noodles?"

"..."

"It's not scientific. Then what's the point of the system swiping you out? To sell people?"

"Is there any hidden mission, such as eating ten bowls of noodles in a row?" Xiao J thought.

"I can eat ten bowls of noodles," the red flower demon grinned: "If the bleeding doesn't stop, I feel like I will become the first player in "Cyber ​​World" to die from eating noodles. Boss, you really don't sell them here. Medicine? Are there any bandages?"

Jack glanced at the other person coldly. He recognized the other person. About half a month ago, the prosthetic doctor brought this fake android to have noodles.

A native who was transformed into an android.

How funny.

Although he thought so, Jack couldn't help but think of the android girl who clumsily pretended to be a native.

‘Really, I’m a real person, you see, I can touch my nose with my tongue, you see, normal people can do that, so I’m a normal person, right? ’

Jack's expression suddenly darkened.

"Go away if you want, don't delay my business."

"Boss, you're being unreasonable -" The red flower demon was about to continue triggering the mission, but Big Bobo, who had the highest perception, suddenly exclaimed: "Fuck, monsters are spawned!"

Sure enough, a group of motorcyclists suddenly appeared on the street. The upper bodies of these people were similar to those of street-style gang members, with nose rings, discolored eyes, and mohawks, but the lower bodies were completely different. Their lower bodies were inserted into On a giant motorcycle, this motorcycle is very wild. The wheels alone are as thick as truck wheels, and there are six engine nozzles. It seems to be the latest type of implanted motorcycle berserker.

This type of motorcycle gangsters appear in various neighborhoods of the Evernight City and make a living by robbing and extorting money. Even the local gangs are quite disgusted with these gangs.

But for players, this is a level 15 elite monster with a transformation level of more than 50%.

"Damn it, Jgora monster!"

"What the hell, I'm traveling at a speed of two hundred yards. Do you want me to be rushed to death?"

"The wind is tight and pulling!"

This group of young players had some experience. Without saying a word, they immediately ran toward the stairs, alleyways, and even walls.

As for those players who were thick-skinned but not very agile, they consciously broke off and the bullets hit the bulletproof glass of the motorcycle and were bounced off one by one.

Looking at these people who were fighting to the death, a trace of surprise flashed in Jack's eyes. What type of combat chip is this? Does it also have a built-in back-off function?

There is no doubt that facing these motorcycle monsters, the three or four young players behind were quickly crushed to death.

Looking at the direction in which a motorcyclist was running, Jack hesitated, sighed, and took out an ultra-large-caliber electromagnetic rifle from under the table. This type of old-fashioned rifle also has a nickname - charged particle cannon.

…

"Fuck, I can't run away!"

Seeing a thick wall in front of him, the red flower demon waved his hands without saying a word, transforming into a slum version of Wolverine. At the same time, he threw a smoke bomb given by Boss Hui. The material of this smoke bomb is very special, and it can not only It covers the line of sight and can also confuse the sense of direction, which is a small masterpiece.

As for the motorcycle rider's weapon, it is an implanted mantis knife, a retractable knife that can be up to 3 meters long.

Facts have proved that if you are not an operational player, you should not kill monsters by leapfrogging. After the sparks exploded several times, the red flower demon was chopped to the ground neatly and entered a state of serious injury.

‘Why is this guy’s knife so heavy! ’

‘My new wolf claws! ’

The red flower demon's face was full of unwillingness. According to the players who died once, the experience lost was second. The most important thing was that the equipment and prosthetic bodies exploded on the spot!

Just as the red flower demon was waiting to die, two explosions sounded almost at the same time.

With the first explosion, the motorcycle rider's rear wheel suddenly split apart, and the switchblade he threw out automatically retracted. Only then did the red flower demon notice that the power device of the switchblade was connected to the vehicle engine. No wonder it was a knife. Going down, he felt like he had been hit by a car.

As for the second explosion, it exploded the motorcyclist's head cleanly.

[You killed the motorcyclist, experience +400]

Without enough time to see the refresh in the player panel, the red flower demon stared at the gun in stunned silence.

"Let me go, advanced electromagnetic weapons, second only to energy weapons!"

A tall figure walked out of the mist, and Jack said expressionlessly: "You haven't paid for the noodles you just ate."

The red flower demon swallowed and quickly handed over the money.

"This is a side dish for eating noodles," Jack threw something over and the red flower demon took it.

Advanced bandage: a military bandage made of special herbal materials. HP recovery is 5 points/second, body recovery +30%, duration, 60 seconds.

The red flower demon looked at the other person's back and smelled his father's scent.

When Jack appeared on Hanging Street again, he found that the battle situation had changed again. More than a dozen people were beating up a motorcycle rider. The tire of the implanted motorcycle was jammed by something unknown, and the situation was quite difficult.

The besiegers have different professions and different methods. The only thing they have in common is the fanaticism in their eyes.