Superman's Journey to a Thousand Worlds

Chapter 303

At seven o'clock in the evening, the siren symbolizing the convening of the Killing Day sounded. At this time, the streets were already empty. Even the homeless people who could be seen everywhere in the past disappeared like cockroaches into more secret corners.

middle.

For a minute, the streets of America were as quiet as if humankind had perished, but at that moment when the hand scale turned 12, the faint sound of engines sounded in the distance of the street.

The sound of the engine sounded like some model. In an instant, thugs wearing masks and carrying weapons took to the streets, and among them was Johnny, who had recently gone to Arms Technology to get himself a brand new prosthetic limb.

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The Black Snake Gang has its own fixed income in normal times, so it stands to reason that Johnny does not need to participate in the killing day to fight for his life. After all, for a gang member like him, it is not like he has never killed before when there was no killing day.

people.

But he came anyway, not to answer the call for a killing day, but for money.

It wasn't until he felt the effect of prosthetics that he understood why people in the cyberpunk world were so keen on transplanting and transforming their bodies. The reason was simple: power, powerful, intuitive, and reliable power.

He originally looked down on the Gun-B3, but after feeling the power of the bullets that could easily explode a person's head, the grip strength that could completely crush wood, and the defense that even small-caliber firearms couldn't break, he became a prosthetic reformer.

of crowds.

This is just the most basic prosthetic modification. He can't imagine what amazing effects those more powerful prosthetic modifications can have!

And if he wants to transform, he needs money, more money, several times more than the most money he has ever had. Money is power!

As the first person in New York City to receive prosthetic modifications, Johnny naturally got more pictures, but looking at his performance, people from the top ten companies couldn't help but frowned and looked at Lincoln: "He

Is this the person you like?"

"Optimistic? Of course not." Lincoln smiled: "All the people participating in the Killing Day this round have only received preliminary prosthetic modifications, and the methods are similar. The reason why I look at him is because he is the first to accept the modification.

So I gave him some little perks."

Everyone didn't know what kind of preferential treatment Lincoln was talking about. They wanted to ask, but a battle had already broken out on the screen.

Bang!

Johnny walked cautiously on the street, but suddenly, from the dark corner where the light could not reach, a baseball bat came out with a sharp wind sound.

He subconsciously raised his hand to block, but forgot that the hand he raised was his unmodified right hand. He only heard a numbing sound of fractures, and Johnny instantly made up for it with cold sweat on his forehead, and screamed.

call!

At this moment, the baseball bat came down again.

With a thud, the heavy metal bat hit Johnny hard on the back, knocking him to the ground completely. The sharp pain instantly swept through him and spread all over his back. Pain flashed out of his eyes.

bloodshot.

The sound of footsteps sounded, and a man wearing a mask walked up to Johnny, lifted his head up by his hair, and smiled happily: "I'm so lucky, I met a newbie, and I finally got to meet him today.

It’s been a lot of fun.”

Looking at the thugs in front of him, Johnny's heart was beating crazily at this moment, roaring like an engine. His breathing became more and more rapid. Under the secretion of a large amount of hormones, the pain was temporarily suppressed, and was replaced by full of anger: "

Damn you!"

"Huh?" The thug looked at Johnny and frowned: "You have a tough mouth, but I like you!"

As he spoke, a cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he waved the bat in his hand high and hit it again.

Bang!

The sound of metal buzzing sounded, and the expression on the thug's face changed. Looking at Johnny who suddenly raised his hand to grab his bat, his half-exposed face showed shock visible to the naked eye.

As if he was angry at his sluggishness, he pulled his bat hard, preparing to hit Johnny hard again, but as the creaking sound sounded, he watched the metal bat being hardened as if he had seen a ghost.

He was pinched so hard: "Holy, shit!"

There was incredible shock in his eyes, and then he reached out to pull out the pistol from his waist without hesitation, but the one who moved faster than him was Johnny's finger.

I saw him loosening his grip on the prosthetic leg on the bat, making his fingers resemble gun shapes, pointing his index finger at the thug, and moving his muscles slightly: "Bang!"

The sound of gunfire reverberated, and a special bullet burst out from Johnny's index finger in an instant, completely blasting his head like a powerful sniper rifle bullet.

Blood, flesh and bones were scattered all over the ground. Johnny stood up with an ugly expression and kicked the corpse on the ground hard: "Damn thing!"

After saying that, he leaned down and began to rummage through the body, trying to find something to make up for his loss.

After a while, Johnny left with a cold face, carrying a wallet. This guy didn't have anything valuable on him, but his driver's license was stuffed in the wallet.

Johnny originally had his own goals, but now he can't.

The fracture on his right hand was serious and he needed to repair his injury.

Conventional medical methods are destined to be unable to repair his injuries in a short time, but military technology can!

Johnny was very enthusiastic about the technology that could complete the transformation of hand prosthetics in just a few dozen minutes. If there is any organization that can treat his injuries in a short time, it must be Military Technology!

It's just his right hand. He has already replaced his left hand. It doesn't matter if he replaces it with a right hand now. If he can replace it earlier, the battle just now can be ended more easily.

Johnny spat hard at the corpse on the ground and walked towards the house on the roadside with his pistol in hand.

Prosthetic modification requires money, at least 10,000 US dollars, and he can only obtain it through some violent means, robbery being the simplest method.

Johnny's departure announced that the battle here had come to an end, and everyone couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

All of them had seen the function of the gun pointer, and they even noticed the difference in Johnny's state at a glance, and judged that it should be Lincoln's manipulation.

They don't know the function of the latter, but the former has undoubtedly shown its value.

Extremely stealthy and powerful, this thing is a natural murder weapon, and the characteristics of S metal make it difficult to detect.

A gun finger is easier to use than a pistol.

(End of chapter)