Start with a Mechanical Hunter

   Chapter 8 Red Unicorn

  The Three Caves of the Crafty Rabbit is a compulsory subject for every mechanical hunter.

   In addition to having his own residence in Gasoline Town, the senior engineer also has his own secret base.

   That is a metal scrap recycling station, on the outskirts of the city, now few people know this place.

   On the edge of the recycling station, in a shed made of steel bars, the senior engineer was playing with the operating table he 'borrowed'.

  Compared to the operating table of general surgery, the operating table of the prosthetic doctor is rougher. The four mechanical operating arms are full of saws, pliers, electric drills, and angle grinders, and there are bloodstains on them.

  Prosthetic doctor's surgery is mostly related to prosthetic reconstruction, so it can also be used as a high-precision lathe.

  'Zi','Zi','Zi'

In the    sparks, the foreman wears goggles, and uses the console in one hand to operate four robotic arms to perform brainwashing operations; in the other hand, he holds a welding torch and welds something behind the artificial soldier's head.

  ‘Deleting memory database, 56%…79%…100%’

  ‘Brainwashing complete’

  'The template of the quadruped robot is being injected'

  ‘Please choose the appropriate template from the following three quadruped creatures, Tibetan Mastiff, Teddy, Husky’

   "Thai, no, Husky."

  As the driving templates of the neck, hands and feet are adjusted, the senior engineer sticks the electrode pads for connection on the temples, and a fingertip-sized control chip is embedded in the center of the electrode pads.

   "Shake his head."

  The artificial soldier's head slowly turned, left and right, and became faster and faster under the action of the servo motor, as if he had taken medicine.

   is indeed a husky template.

   "Stop, stop, adjust yourself first."

   The metal head seemed to understand this sentence, and began to adjust the angle and posture by himself. The quadruped simulation became more and more realistic, and it looked like a real dog.

  [Four-legged robot completed for the first time, experience +200]

  Name: Human Head Dog

   Category: Quadruped Robot

  Quality: Whiteboard+

  Weight: 18kg

  Speed: 23km/h

  Control system: low-level military chip (soldier version)

  Energy: Energy Mineral Digester (Black Market)

   Attack Module: None

   Incidental Module: Creature Mode

  Remarks: Except for the head, this thing has no technical content

  The senior engineer didn't care, he patted the "dog head", the artificial dog head was really obedient, jumped off the operating table by himself, and cheered like a dog.

  According to the gourd and painted scoops, soon, four 'Huskies' swayed in the middle of the recycling bin, jumped up and down, and looked like they were demolishing their home.

   It's just a human head with a dog's body, which has a natural uncanny valley effect.

  The electronic brain is a CPU, the operating table provides brainwashing and program implantation, the battery is a miner version bought from a flea market, and the rest of the components are metal scraps from the recycling station.

   But even so, a robot that can understand human speech, rather than a machine mentally retarded, is rare.

   Only units directly under the factory are eligible to be equipped with mechanical hounds.

   Soon, the robot ant was also built. Compared with the ant, it was more like the kind of four-wheel drive he played when he was a child.

  [The first production of the robot ant is completed, experience +50]

   Name: Robot Ant

   Category: Sensing Robot

  Quality: Whiteboard

  weapon system: low-level stepper

  Remarks: A multi-degree-of-freedom robot driven by a set of servos, imitating the shape and movement of ants

   After all, it is only a first-level mechanical blueprint. If the heads of the artificial soldiers had not added a certain amount of intelligence, it would be the level of artificial mental retardation.

  The electronic chips, photodiodes, and ultra-small motors used by the robot ants are all bought from the flea market.

   These materials are all 'urban waste', collected by some indigenous people, and they are very cheap. The high-level workers made 30 mechanical ants.

   "It's almost ready," the senior engineer said to himself, "there is one last thing left."

The    flea market is located on the north side of the Motor City, belonging to the periphery, and at the easternmost corner of the flea market, there is an old friend gun store.

   Unlike ordinary gun shops, in addition to selling homemade firearms, it also sells melee weapons, hammers, shovels, swords, and electromagnetic steel claws.

   pushed open the shabby door curtain, and a hoarse voice sounded.

   "Pretty boy, what you want this time is not easy."

   Behind the counter, a hunchbacked old lady turned around and smiled like a chrysanthemum: "Fortunately, Aunt Xiang, I have some means, otherwise I really can't do it."

  The senior engineer sat on the chair rudely, "Aunt Xiang, where's the stuff?"

   "Good talk, good talk, idiot! Don't bring your stuff!"

   Soon, the back door opened, and a giant man at least two meters tall walked out with a box in his hand.

   "Idiot, be careful!" Aunt Xiang kicked the opponent's butt, the strong man just smiled honestly, scratched his head, and said, "Ama, do you have anything to eat?"

   "Eat, eat, eat, eat every day, our store is about to be eaten by you!"

The    senior engineer smiled and threw a nutritional ointment, "Pang Xiang, it's a pity not to be a mechanical hunter with your figure."

  Pang Xiang's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly picked it up, not letting go of the skin, directly stuffing it into his mouth, and said vaguely, "Ama won't let me, I'll listen to what Ama said."

  Pang Xiang is the son of Aunt Xiang. The mother and son depend on each other for life. Pang Xiang was originally an abandoned baby from the desert. It is said that he was very fat when he was born and was almost cooked. Fortunately, Aunt Xiang who was passing by bought him.

   In addition to being huge and having a strange power, this person is also slightly mentally retarded. When the original owner came to buy things, he often bewitched him to be cannon fodder for himself.

   "Come, come, guest, try your custom-made knife."

  Aunt Xiang quickly interrupted the conversation between the two, kicking and kicking Fat Xiang into the back door.

The overall shape of the knife looks very heavy. The handle is longer than ordinary Japanese knives, more like a seedling knife. The end of the knife handle is threaded into a thread shape, which is convenient to hold. The same is true for the tip of the knife. It's a killer weapon.

   "According to your request, the blade is made of tungsten iron that can cut alloy steel, and the blade and handle are also reinforced. The old woman also gave you a layer of wax for free. How does it look?"

The    senior engineer smiled and measured it with his hand. It was over ten pounds, as if he was carrying a chainsaw.

With a flick of   , a small corner of the weapon table was cut off, as easily as cutting a cucumber with a kitchen knife.

Aunt Xiang squinted, in her impression, only the oldest group of mechanical hunters would choose cold weapons. Today's mechanical hunters are getting stronger and more powerful and more advanced in equipment, but the harvest is getting less and less. , she hasn't heard the news that B-rank and above beasts have been hunted for a long time.

   A group of cowards!

   "What is this knife called?"

   "Red Unicorn!"

   Name: Red Unicorn

   Category: Metal Knives

  Quality: Excellent - (Custom Template)

  Weight: 13.4kg

  Basic Attributes: DPS: 70.5, Attack Power: 47, Attack Speed: 1.5 Attack/Sec, Attack Range: 1.8 meters

  Additional Attributes: Slash Armor (+10.9% Armor Break Damage), Break Front (+8.7% Crit Damage)

  Plugin bar: none

  Remarks: This is indeed a murder weapon, but are you sure you want to use it to deal with mechanical biochemical beasts?

   "Thanks to patronage, a total of 831 mechanical coins, cash or card."

The    senior engineer was taken aback: "Aunt Xiang, a shot of an assault rifle is less than 80, and you want me to pay 800 for a cold weapon, and you are also a regular customer!?"

  Aunt Xiang rolled her eyes and said, "There are cheap ones, spears made of steel bars, specially for scavengers. Would you like 10 coins?"

   "You are too expensive."

   "Bullshit, if it weren't for the 200 deposit, my mother wouldn't even be able to start a job. Who would use their hands to refrigerate weapons these days, and some of those idiots had good results."

   "Or, 300?"

   "Bullshit! Let me ask you again, in the entire Motor City, who still has the craftsmanship of forging knives, that is, Aunt Xiang, my hand has not yet been born, and in a few years, you will not be able to do it if you want."

   "But Aunt Xiang, think about it, if I kill a high-risk radiation beast with this knife, doesn't it mean that I will give you publicity in disguise? Maybe it will also lead to a hunting craze with cold weapons."

   "Ha, ha, let's talk about it when you survive."

The two of them fought with each other with sharp swords. In the end, the high-level workers cut the price to 600, and they could not cut it anymore. According to Aunt Xiang, the time spent on this knife by my mother was less than 600. , it's better to kill chickens.

   "Swipe!"

  The senior engineer reluctantly took out a card. The card looked like a meal card in the canteen, and it was indeed the meal card of the factory. In the iron sand desert, the economic system of the factory had already sunk in all aspects.

   All of a sudden, even the original owner's savings have been used up. If there is no harvest, he really can only eat dirt.

   Unless you sell your body to a rich woman in exchange for cheap living expenses.

  Aunt Xiang snatched it over and skillfully pulled out an old POS machine, the chrysanthemums blooming again on her smiling face.

   "It's alright to swipe your card. Those old turtles don't have this treasure. It's your little lover who gave it to you."

Gao Gong raised his eyebrows, but didn't say anything, Aunt Xiang didn't care, and continued: "Those idiots, all of them are very treacherous, and the hurting old lady has to be careful and careful every time she calculates money, now people are not compared to each other. In the past, people's hearts have become bad."

  The senior engineer came to this iron sand desert to pan for gold at the age of fifteen. He also knew this old man. He put the red unicorn in the knife box, thought about it, and opened his mouth again.

   "Aunt Xiang, you plan to let Xiangzi inherit your store, but with his brain, are you sure he can keep it after you die?"

Aunt Xiang narrowed her eyes, and suddenly scolded: "Why do you want your **** to take care of you, my mother, **** your mother, and want my son to be cannon fodder! It's ruining your dog's heart and lungs! Fuck, **** me! "

   Gao Gong shrugged, carried the knife box on his back, walked to the door, turned his head again, and said meaningfully: "Aunt Xiang, the times will not stand still."

   "Fuck off," Aunt Xiang grabbed something and threw it away, "You rubbish, take my **** with you, don't hurry up."

  The senior worker grabbed the black shadow and looked down at it. It was a bottle of knife oil.

   After the senior worker left, Aunt Xiang was out of breath, wondering what to think.

   "Grandma, I think what Brother Gao said makes sense. After you leave, I will definitely be deceived." A wronged voice came from behind the door.

   "Shut up!" Aunt Xiang called out viciously, looking like a tigress protecting her cubs.

   (end of this chapter)