Superman's Journey to a Thousand Worlds

A few months later, in an ordinary room in Chicago, Jack, sitting in a wheelchair, looked at the ceiling blankly, not knowing what he was thinking.

He dedicated his precious youth to the country of the United States, and even had both legs in his lower body amputated due to a stray bullet, and could only spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.

But how did those damn politicians repay him?

In addition to the pension that had been corrupted several times, he even paid for the amputation surgery himself. Since he became paralyzed, everyone except his family seems to have forgotten about him.

.

It was as if he was just a useless trash, not the glorious soldier he once was.

This huge change caused Jack to begin to deteriorate, his spirit became dispirited, and his eyes became dull and lifeless.

He refused all social interactions, and just shut himself in this small room. He would occasionally look out the window at the sunshine and grass, and miss the days when he could run.

If he could do it all over again, he would never lose his legs for those damn honors!

Looking up at the ceiling, Jack was filled with depression. If his family hadn't strictly prohibited him from having access to any firearms, he might have committed suicide long ago and disappeared from this world.

Just when he was thinking about whether he should jump out of the small window, there was a knock on the door, and the voice of his former good friend Larry came from outside the door: "Jack! I have good news for you!

You’ll definitely be interested!”

Jack just glanced at the door, then looked at the ceiling again. As if he had anticipated his reaction, Larry walked up to him with the tablet and excitedly put it in front of Jack: "Hey, don't look at it stupidly.

The ceiling is down, look at this!”

Jack was very impatient, even looking at Larry with normal limbs, he occasionally felt jealous and resentful in his heart, but when he glanced at the tablet, all these emotions disappeared.

He stared blankly at the screen, looking at the obviously mechanical leg structure of the disabled person on the screen, his eyes straightened: "What, what is this?"

"A new type of prosthetic limb produced by the Gospel Project." Larry explained to his good friend Jack: "You will never imagine how cool this prosthetic limb is. With this prosthetic limb installed, you can not only fully regain your ability to move independently, but even in some cases

have better performance.”

"I have read the explanation reports related to the Gospel Project. People like you who have upper-knee amputation can have stronger jumping ability after installing the transplant. Apart from the appearance, it may look like science fiction equipment.

No shortcomings.”

"Of course, if being expensive is its shortcoming, then it may only have this shortcoming. However, I found a volunteer application webpage of the Gospel Project. As long as the application is successful, you can transplant it for free. Jack, in your capacity, almost

It can definitely be successful, you must try it!”

"I, I know." Looking at the pictures and descriptions on the tablet, and listening to his good friend Larry's description, Jack seemed a little nervous, a little at a loss, and a little excited at the same time.

He used to not regard his legs as extremely important, but it was not until he lost his legs that he realized how enviable jumping and running were.

His family and doctors had recommended prosthetic limbs to him, but when he saw those artificial limbs that were obviously cold and ugly but had to be made into shapes, he felt disgusted and disgusted from the bottom of his heart.

Therefore, until now, he has always firmly believed that he will not need prosthetic limbs in his life, until he saw the prosthetic limbs of the Gospel Plan.

He now had to admit that maybe he didn't hate prosthetic limbs, but that he had been waiting for the prosthetic limbs of the gospel plan to appear.

William alone cannot guarantee the survival of the gospel plan at all, even if he has been transformed into a super soldier, but after that, the situation can become different.

A new killing day was coming, and just a few months before the killing day, the Gospel Project, under the leadership of Lincoln, began to recruit a large number of disabled people across the United States to perform free prosthetic limb transplant surgeries.

It sounds very considerate, but in fact free is the most expensive thing in the world.

The prosthetic limbs transplanted for Jack and the others are only the most basic version, and behind this basic version, there are more and stronger prosthetic limbs.

Lincoln did not expect these people to install enhanced prostheses, because these prostheses were not prepared for ordinary people at all, but for people with special needs.

The existence of people like Jack is to enable people with special needs to confirm the safety and reliability of prosthetic transplantation, and to enable them to proactively place orders for enhanced prostheses.

Gospel Project Headquarters.

In the office, William walked in with a document, stood at the table and said: "Sir, this is the latest list of volunteers. I have selected a group of people who can be trained and developed into combat effectiveness."

"Are you sure they are reliable?"

"Sure!" William nodded: "These selected people are those who refuse to socialize, are closed to themselves, and have been amputated for a long time. There is basically no possibility of spying."

"In that case, let's absorb it." Lincoln nodded and threw a document over: "This is a new company called Arms Technology, uh, to distinguish it from the Gospel Project. This company's main business is only one, military

Class prosthetics."

William hesitated: "Are you going to get involved in the military field in less than a year?"

"Of course not!" Lincoln laughed: "Of course this is not a real military-grade prosthesis, but just a name. Compared to the enhanced type, don't you think the military type is more in line with the needs of that group of people?"

"You know, they are the main force on the killing day every year!"

From the beginning, Lincoln's target audience was not people with disabilities.

Selling high-end prosthetic limbs to disabled people was a business he couldn't even imagine. The thugs on Killing Day were his real target group.

Those people would have accumulated a lot of wealth during the killing days, and they would have squandered it to enjoy themselves, but now Lincoln gave them a second option to replace themselves with a powerful military-grade prosthetic leg.

Then rely on military-grade prosthetics to carry out more brutal and primitive killings in the next year's killing day, and obtain more resources.

Not to mention anything else, just a subcutaneous metal braid implantation surgery can greatly improve their chances of surviving the killing day. As a lunatic who licks blood at the tip of a knife, what reason do they have to reject advanced prosthetics?