Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 22 Prosthetic Clinic
"Yeah, that's right, another deal."

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

On the other side of the screen was a dimly lit room with large cracked walls and a bloodstained 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 frantically, but due to the restraints, he could only watch the other person approach little by little.

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

"I can pay it back! I really can! Give me some more time! Really! Woo! Give me some more——"

The next moment, the struggle and wailing of the man on the operating table and the figure approaching with a scalpel were all blocked by a sudden big face.

"Fuck! Don't try that! Who are you trying to scare?"

Jaredon was subconsciously startled and then started cursing.

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

The other party was not polite either, and cursed while adjusting his position.

After fiddling with it for a while, the other party sat down away from the camera.

"How much was the loan?"

"I only put in 120,000. If it's more, I'm afraid I won't be able to get it back. But after reading the file, I feel that this kid is barely a potential stock. We can take our time in the future."

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

"The gang is short of funds recently, and the competition in the organ trade is fierce, so we rely on you to make money by lending money. We still suffer from our lack of skills. These guys can't pay, so we can only dig out organs and do a one-time deal."

"Still no progress on the technical slaves?" Jaredon frowned.

"No, every one who is transformed dies, and their entire brains are burned into paste. The few who survive can only live for four or five days. The regular technology in this area on the black market is too expensive, and the cheaper ones are all scams. There is no other way."

The other party spread his hands and said, "Paroser is not like it was a few years ago. Now everyone is involved in the organ trade. The competition is too fierce. Those corporate dogs are pushing the price down to death. It's really fucking stupid."

"Forget it, there's no point in saying this." The other party cursed and shook his head: "Just keep it in mind. The boss will go to negotiate with the leader of the Steel Knife Society to discuss the ownership of Turquoise Street. I also need to prepare some weapons."

Without waiting for an answer, the other party hung up the video call.

Jaredon hummed twice, grabbed a handful of colorful candies on the table, peeled off the sugar coating, and threw them into his mouth. The addictive chemicals mixed into the candies quickly dissolved and merged into the blood.

With a familiar and enjoyable feeling of lightness welling up within him, Jaredon relaxed, lay back, and let out a long breath.

Each person's mental endurance is different, and it is impossible to implant prostheses indefinitely. 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 gang members like him who are used to fighting and live one day at a time, the degree of reformation is only around 30%.

——To be more specific, a person's upper body, including the head, occupies 70% of the entire body, and the lower body occupies 30%.

For this reason, many people are still unwilling to replace "implanted organs" and would rather use "biological organs."

Jade Pharmaceuticals cultivates "bio-organs" tailor-made for you in petri dishes based on your personal data, which is of course great, but this level of service is too expensive, and even ordinary middle-class people would feel the pinch.

and so.

Where there is consumption, there is a market, and where there is a market, there is profit. Therefore, even in this era, the trade of organs has not been eliminated. Organs dug out from humans are much cheaper than those made from jade medicine.

However, when the Enlightened Ones were at their worst a few years ago, at least on the surface, the people in Palose restrained themselves, and underground organ trading and other activities decreased a lot - no one wanted to be the target of "killing the chicken to scare the monkey". Especially when facing a group of Enlightened Ones.

Those lunatics did lose often, but who were they facing? They were either giant corporations or the actual controllers of certain economic entities. Facing these superiors who dared to destroy cities, the fact that the "Enlightened Ones" could be defeated but not die already explained a lot.

Scarcity makes things valuable, and organs from that period were very valuable.
But this is already old news.

A year ago, Palose's Emerald Pharmaceuticals branch suddenly launched an offensive, leading the armed forces of the United Government to launch an offensive against the local Enlightened Ones, who suffered heavy casualties and were seriously damaged.

Therefore, over the past year, the influence of the Enlightened Ones has declined significantly, their activities have been greatly reduced, and they have long lost their deterrent power.

Gangs with unknown survival time immediately emerged one after another. Considering the way to make quick money, they all chose loan sharking. Once they couldn't pay back the money, they would arrange for the other party to borrow from other platforms, and then dig out the other party's organs and sell them.

"Tsk, rebel against the company."

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

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

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

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

"I haven't done this in a while, but it looks like my skills are not too rusty?"

Song Shi half leaned back in his seat, looking out the window.

In this world, what is the fastest way to make money?
——Of course it’s online loans.

No collateral is required, and your credit rating is not considered. The loan is granted immediately. If you dare to borrow, we will give it to you. It is convenient and fast. Is there any faster way to make money in the world than this?
As for the personal file just now, it was of course forged.

Of course, my own network skills are not top-notch, but in such a small place, forging a personal information file is not a problem.

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

When the other party realizes something is wrong or intends to collect the money
Song Shi smiled.

After sitting in the car for half an hour, Song Shi suddenly spoke.

"Change 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."

"can."

"Please pay now."

".no problem."

Following the confirmation of the payment interface, the voice of the in-car service intelligence immediately jumped up and said happily:
"Please fasten your seat belts, the journey will begin soon!"

Half an hour later, Song Shi got off the driverless taxi.

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

"Let me take a look at the Kakadan Prosthetic Clinic"

(End of this chapter)