Start with a Mechanical Hunter

   Chapter 262 Jack K.

   Hanging Neck Street, an ordinary morning

Jack K, once a famous bounty hunter, is famous in the underground world for his high efficiency and unknowing six relatives. In the android war, thousands of old-fashioned androids were killed, and he is a wanted criminal who is still being rewarded by android radicals. , the hunting footprint covers two moons and an asteroid belt.

  But times have changed. There are more and more androids and more and more power. Even after the passage of the "Bionics Act", they have become the main ethnic group on this planet.

  It is better in the mechanical city, where the androids and the natives are divided by half, but in the mother city, the androids settled far outnumber the natives.

  Oh, there are very few serious natives now, all of them are remodeled people, the kind who are embarrassed to go out without any decorations on their bodies.

  Like setting an alarm clock, Jack opened his eyes regularly and sat up on the bed, revealing his upper body full of scars and muscles.

The tall figure sat expressionlessly for a minute, then got up and entered the shower room. There were jets on the walls on both sides. In the sound of the air pressure, there was no water spraying out, but the surface of the body was visibly clean. This is called macromolecule. Bathing, although advanced, always reminds people 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 android.

  In those days, androids had to pretend to be human in order to live like a human.

   Now the situation is completely reversed.

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

  Although Jack has made a lot of money in his career as a bounty hunter for decades, and the usual stalls are just to pass the time, as a former bounty hunter, he is always dedicated enough.

   First, we went to the underground market in the old city and brought enough meat. As for the provider of meat, it may be the parts of cloned human beings, the leftovers from the organ trade, or it may be shoddy artificial meat.

   But Jack K doesn't care, he sells noodles, not fresh meat.

   Just eat no dead people.

   From the purchase market back to his small processing room, while kneading the dough, put the meat into the meat grinder.

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

   The earliest bionics could not eat, nor could nutritional creams, they could only be injected with fluids or given nutritional injections.

   Later, with the improvement of the digestive system, you can eat a certain amount of pasta, but the meat is still indigestible.

   So for a long time, whether or not you can eat meat is a sign that distinguishes between bionics and natives.

  Jack remembered that one of the punishments against the bionic man at the beginning was to stuff fresh meat into the opponent's throat. The breakdown of the digestive system would cause a large area of ​​convulsions on the surface of the bionic man, like a hysterical chick.

   At that time, the expressions of androids were much more terrifying than they are now, and it is guaranteed to make those high-end people who go to recruit prostitutes only to find android prostitutes to urinate.

  Added various chemical seasonings to the soup, tasted it, and confirmed that the taste was no different from the past. Then Jack put this large pot of hot soup on his mobile booth and pushed it into the street.

   There were very few people in Hanging Neck Street today. Jack twitched his nose and smelled the smell of gunpowder in the air.

   This is one of his special abilities. By distinguishing the composition of gunpowder on the battlefield, he can judge the intensity of the battle.

   "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 do not like each other.

   Fighting between gangsters is as common as eating and drinking.

   But that's not even a street war.

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

   This is a very dangerous thing.

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

   The trouble is bigger, and even the mechanical troops of the mechanical master brain will intervene.

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

  Because of their intervention, they are definitely not here to be peacemakers, but to kill both parties.

   This solves both the problem and the person who created it.

   Generally, only the 'Battle to Kill Gangs' will rise to the level of street warfare.

   Intense fireworks burst out from a storefront, Jack remembered, it was a newly opened prosthetic clinic.

   In fact, not many prosthetics doctors open their clinics on the street in an open and honest way.

   Those mutators of the underground world prefer to hide in the dark and disrupt this **** world with forbidden transformations.

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

  Jack pushed the stall to where he always put it with a blank expression.

  Street warfare is dangerous for others, but for a guy like him who hunts all over the world, it's nothing.

   is that today's business may not be very good.

   Soon, gunshots rang out from a building.

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

   Soon, a group of people rushed out, covered in blood, and some were missing arms and legs, but each and everyone of the group was elated as if they had taken medicine.

   "Get 5000 experience, Ness!"

   "Be careful with those muscle stimulants, don't break them, this thing is a good thing to increase the state."

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

   "Definitely a lot."

   "Hey, there are noodles here."

   "What is selling noodles, it's clearly a blood recovery point," the red flower demon touched the blood on his face and looked confident: "Boss, take care of the red medicine."

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

   "Then have a bowl of noodles."

   Soon, the hot noodles were served, and the safflower demon ate three mouthfuls in two, then looked at the still bleeding wound and fell into contemplation.

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

  “…”

   "It's unscientific, what's the point of the system to brush you out, selling noodles?"

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

"I can eat ten bowls of noodles," the red flower demon grinned: "It's just that the blood doesn't stop, I feel like I will become the first player in "Cyber ​​World" to die after eating noodles, boss, you really don't sell it here Medicine? Are there any bandages?"

  Jack gave him a cold look. He recognized him. About half a month ago, the prosthetic doctor brought this fake android to eat noodles.

   A native human being transformed into an android.

   is really funny.

  Although he thought so, but in Jack's mind, he 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 this, so I'm normal, right? ’

  Jack's expression suddenly darkened.

   "Go away, don't delay my business."

   "Boss, you are unreasonable—" The red flower demon was still preparing to continue triggering the mission, but the big wave with the highest perception suddenly exclaimed: "Damn, you've spawned monsters!"

Sure enough, on the street, a group of motorcyclists suddenly 'swiped' out. The upper body of this group of people is similar to that of street-style gang members, with nose rings, discolored eyes, and mohawk, but the lower body is completely different. 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 implantable motorcycle berserker.

   These types of motorcyclists haunt every block of the city that never sleeps. They make a living by robbery and extortion. Even local gangsters are quite disgusted by such gangs.

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

   "Fuck, J Gora!"

   "Fuck you, the speed of 200 yards, do you want me to be punched to death!"

   "The wind is tight, scream!"

   This group of small players can be considered to have some experience, and without saying a word, they immediately rushed to the stairs, alleys, and even walls.

   As for those players with rough skin and thick flesh but not high agility, after consciously breaking, the bullets hit the bulletproof glass of the motorcycle and were bounced off one by one.

   Looking at these people who are fighting to the death, a hint of surprise flashed in Jack's eyes, which type of battle chip is this, and does it also have a break function?

   There is no doubt that in the face of these motorcycle monsters, the three or four young players who were broken were soon crushed to death.

   Looking at the direction of a motorcyclist, Jack hesitated, sighed, and took out a large-caliber electromagnetic rifle from under the table. This kind of old-fashioned rifle also has a nickname—charged particle cannon.

  …

   "Fuck, I can't run away!"

Seeing that there was a thick wall in front of him, the safflower demon said nothing, turned his hands into a slum version of Wolverine, and at the same time threw a smoke bomb sent by Mr. Hui. The material of this smoke bomb is very special, not only able to It covers the line of sight and can also disrupt the sense of direction, which is a small superlative.

   As for the weapon of the motorcycle, it is an implanted mantis knife, a retractable knife that can reach a maximum length of 3 meters.

   Facts have proved that if you are not an operational player, don't skip the level to kill monsters. After the sound of sparks exploded several times, the red flower demon was cut down neatly and fell to the ground, entering a state of serious injury.

  ‘Why is this guy’s knife so heavy! ’

  'Lao Tzu's new dewclaws! ’

   The safflower demon was full of unwillingness. According to the players who died once, the loss of experience was second, and the most important thing was that the equipment and prosthetic body exploded in situ!

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

With the first explosion, the motorcyclist's rear wheel slammed into pieces, and the switchblade he threw out automatically retracted. The red flower demon noticed that the power unit of the switchblade was connected to the on-board engine. Go down, as if you were hit by a car.

   As for the second explosion, it simply and neatly exploded the motorcyclist's head.

  [You killed the biker, EXP +400]

   It was too late to see the refresh in the player panel, and the red flower demon stared at the gun in astonishment.

   "I'm going, advanced electromagnetic weapons, second only to the existence of energy weapons!"

  A tall figure came out of the fog, and Jack said blankly, "The noodles you just ate have not been paid yet."

   The safflower demon swallowed and hurried to pay.

   "This is a side dish for noodles," Jack threw an object, and the red flower demon took it.

  Advanced Bandage: A military bandage made of special herbal materials, HP recovers 5 points/second, physical recovery +30%, duration, 60 seconds.

   The safflower demon looked at each other's back and smelled his father.

When   Jack reappeared in Hanging Neck Street, he found that the battle situation had changed again. A dozen people were beating a motorcycle rider. The tire of the implanted motorcycle was stuck by something, and the situation was quite difficult.

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

   (end of this chapter)