Start with a Mechanical Hunter

  Chapter 492A

  The death efficiency of players is directly proportional to their death speed.

  People come in the morning, and when they leave, it’s probably time for breakfast.

   It is true that the Atomic City is far larger than the map that crosses the line of fire, but the problem is that there are more and more mutated 'undead', far exceeding the number that players can deal with.

   Moreover, players have gradually discovered that the 'undead' is more difficult to deal with than the 'robot npc'.

After all, npcs only move within a fixed range, and they can still run if they can't beat them, but these 'undead' are different. They were players before they were alive, and their "thinking" after death is still the player's thinking. exactly the same.

   What's even more disgusting is that these 'undead' can't be killed. Their health has become the durability of prosthetic equipment. Only by breaking the equipment can they be truly killed.

   It is precisely because of this that players have two completely different attitudes online and offline.

  The players in the Atomic City quickly began to form gangs, and their friendship quickly increased. Each one was like a squad in a biochemical movie, struggling to survive in various ways. Except that they did not have the halo of the protagonist, they enjoyed the same treatment as the protagonist.

   But in the forum, the painting style has changed again—

  'Damn it, I finally implanted the 'dense bone', if anyone dismantles me, I will chase him down and delete my account! '

  ‘My Tier 1 advanced pistol, whoever picked it up, remember to return it to me! '

  'The people on the line are not human, they even beat their own people! '

  ‘A bunch of rubbish, if you have the ability to do tasks, what kind of ability is it to destroy our equipment! '

  'Damn, do you think I want to fight? I'm about to jump off a building after being chased by you zombies! 'The Departed Walker

  'Blame us? '

  ‘If you didn’t cooperate, how could we die so quickly! '

  ‘Tell out your teammate’s grandson! '

    ‘I’m sorry, you bastards——’ This player named ‘Infernal Walker’ was playing the game, and at the same time he was talking fragrantly on the forum, fighting against the heroes.

  However, in less than three minutes, the painting style of "The Departed Walker" changed.

  ‘Brothers, I agree with you 100%, if you are a brother, don’t vent your anger on other people’s equipment! '

   ‘Uh, what’s wrong with you man? Taking the wrong drug? '

  ‘No, I’m hung up. '

   While the players were fighting online and offline, a large amount of experimental data was uploaded to the orbiting spacecraft at the same time, and this 'metal virus' began to evolve again.

  However, the evolution is not always smooth. Soon, the new 'virus sample' has flaws. On professional testing instruments, the 'metal virus' has 'mechanical leakage'.

   "What is compulsion?" Gao Gong asked.

   "To put it simply, it is not perfectly integrated into the mechanical body, but is lurking in the mechanical body, and slowly disappears as time goes by."

   "Like being offset by an antigen?"

   "Yes, it is likely to be affected by some metal factors, but the real virus is not so weak."

   "I see, to put it simply, is it to strengthen vitality—"

  For npcs, it is not realistic to come up with a means to strengthen the virus in a short period of time, but for Gao Gong, it is just the opposite.

  The more knowledge you have, the more means you can adapt to the situation.

  Open the faction panel and look at these various system knowledge—

  Strengthen vitality, um, [Cell Debugging], [Biological Code].

  It is related to mechanical life, and here is another [Electronic Information Engineering].

   What else is there? By the way, since it is a virus, let’s have an [Information Frenzy], this is the necessary knowledge for Turingism to create religious viruses.

  lv10【Cell Debugging】+lv10【Biological Code】+lv10【Electronic Information Engineering】+lv10【Information Mania】

  [The fusion is successful, you have developed a level 5 electronic biological blueprint [biochemical giant arm]]

   Jumbo?

  [The fusion is successful, you have developed a level 4 mechanical blueprint [High-speed Sorter]]

   Isn’t this the logistics link of the Dyson ball? What a coincidence.

  [The fusion is successful, you have researched a level 5 biological blueprint [biological lockbox]]

  [Fusion failed]

  [The fusion is successful, you have researched a level 5 biological blueprint [biological exciter]]

  [The fusion is successful, you have developed a level 6 biological blueprint [Y-type biological virus]]

   Getting closer.

  Finally, after betting nearly forty drawings, Gaogong finally got what it wanted.

  [The fusion is successful, you have developed a level 7 biological blueprint [highly attached DNA]]

  High-attachment DNA: a very special deoxyribonucleic acid, which can be integrated into metal materials, is called a biological building molecule, and is widely used in the active buildings of Level 3 carbon-based civilization.

Gao Gong scanned around Masi's cutting-edge researchers, and suddenly said 'uh', and said: "The headquarters sent me back the information, saying that a corresponding measure has been developed, which is to create a 'highly dependent DNA' , and this is its specific information."

   "..."

  Miao Miaomiao took the memory card from Gao Gong in a daze, and passed it to a researcher. Soon, the researcher, that is, the "Boss Ma" said in surprise:

   "It's true! With this large DNA molecule, the virus can mutate into a third generation!"

   Miao Miaomiao looked at someone in disbelief. She knew that Du Technology was very strong in biotechnology, but how could it be so strong? How long has it been?

   "There is no way, a small business is only strong," Gao Gong said modestly.

  Miao Miaomiao was silent for a moment, then promoted: "Immediately carry out the DNA transformation. Within two days, I need to carry out the third generation of diffusion."

  She turned her head again and said: "Since it was developed by you, you can name this generation of viruses."

  Senior Engineer stared at the transparent particles in the experimental apparatus that appeared and disappeared at that time, thought for a while, and said: "According to its nature, let's call it a 'ghost'."

  …

   "Two big brothers, cooperate, cooperate!"

  At this moment, Baozi finally blocked the old acquaintance, shyly showing a flattering smile.

   "Why, your banknote ability is not strong enough?" Sister Ji looked at the other party up and down, and sneered.

   "Hey, don't mention it, seven of the nine mercenary teams have failed, and I don't know how much I will lose. I earned it through hard surgery—"

   "Five free prosthetic surgeries," Sister Ji said directly, interrupting the other party's conversation.

   "Fuck! You might as well grab it!" Baozi's eyes widened.

   "Then what do you think I'm doing now?" Sister Ji asked back.

   "No, at most twice!"

   "Three times, or no discussion."

   Baozi’s mouth was bulging in anger, and finally he let out a long sigh, and said, “Okay, three times is three times.”

  He looked at the rainy night with a knife but no umbrella, "Brother Umbrella, what do you gain now?"

   "We have obtained four sources of virus preparation. According to that 'Dr. Xie', we need to go to the largest biopharmaceutical center in Atom City to prepare the antidote."

   "The antidote!? Is it the medicine that can solve those disgusting biochemical zombies?" Baozi cheered up.

   "Theoretically, yes."

  …

  Just as the player was under the control of a certain behind-the-scenes manipulator without realizing it, a middle-aged man appeared on the street in Hanging Street, the outer city that used to be the city that never sleeps.

This middle-aged man has the beauty of an ancient Greek sculpture, and his every move is natural, but when he walks in the middle of the street, no one can perceive his existence. He walked outside a former prosthetic body shop and stopped. Down, talking to himself.

   "The owner of this place is my friend."

   "Since this is the case, then I know what to do."

   As soon as the breeze blew, this middle-aged strong man was blown away like sand.

   Maybe someone forgot that he lied about being someone's friend in the Twin Cities in order to convince some rebellious machine mastermind.

  And this person is called A, bionic person A.

  (end of this chapter)