Rose gasoline bar

Gong Gao sat in the corner of the bar, posing in front of him a glass of classic bar cocktail, which is also Black Rose’s favorite, called the ‘Fire Chariot’. The blue flame burning on the surface of the cup was like the flames emitted by a motorcycle.

It tastes bitter and has a gasoline-combined coke.

Although Black Rose has not come back, the bar has returned to its former liveliness. People who are inquiring about news, doing business, chatting nonsense, and spending money to get drunk. There are all kinds of things in the world.

"Sir, someone invites you a drink," a bionic waitress came over, carrying a glass of wine on the plate.

It can be seen that this bionic man is not of high level, with obvious splicing marks on his hands and feet, and the smile on his face is not natural, which means that he only downloaded the most basic AI service and did not even have a personality template.

The senior engineer did not speak, but waved his hand.

There was a sigh in the dark.

A bearded man turned dark and drank the gasoline beer in his hand. He stood up and walked out without looking back. He had no left hand and replaced it with a large hunting rifle.

"Elephant hunters can't do it, his vision is too high!"

"He's also a veteran."

"Yes, I once saw with my own eyes that his large double-barrel hunting rifle shot a E-class radiation elephant at the head, which was a large radiation beast."

"There's no way, they just have this capital."

"Isn't he just an old man? What's so great about it?" a newcomer suddenly said indignantly.

"Young people, don't be confused about the situation. In the desert, qualifications are the least valuable."

A mechanical hunter sneered and shook his head.

"Yes, if you can bring back a head of the Reaper commander alive and four D-level Reaper corpses, you are also qualified to pick it like this."

The newcomer was stunned and asked subconsciously: "Reaper, that melee monster that can't even be sawed by chainsaw?"

"Yes, there are five heads. The Auto City hasn't gained such a thing in many years."

"amazing!"

After drinking the "Fire Chariot", the senior engineer asked the waiter to add a glass of "Beautiful Woman". As expected, this brandy-flavored mellow cocktail is more suitable for him.

Today, more than a dozen people invited themselves to drink, but the senior engineer didn't accept a single drink.

It's not because the other person is a man.

I'm not afraid of the other party's "picking up the corpse" - well, I'm still a little scared.

Women have it too.

But their purpose is not pure.

Women who are purely hooking up with men probably won’t hook up with him. Those who often come to this bar to drink will know more or less about his relationship with the bar female boss.

These two types of creatures cannot be messed with by male bosses and female bosses—although it will be very exciting.

The fundamental reason is that drinking the other party’s wine is equivalent to agreeing to the other party’s team invitation.

According to aerial photos of factory satellites, at least dozens of wild beasts appeared around the Motor City.

The Public Security Group has issued a death order. Within five days, no matter how they operate, they must at least gather a three-person armed team.

This kind of free teaming will naturally be popular with powerful mechanical hunters.

As a central oasis, the Motor City lives with many famous mechanical hunters, but there are very few lone wolves without a fixed team.

Even among special masters like lone wolf, those with high-level jobs are the only ones who have achieved the battle.

Yesterday, when the senior engineer brought back five bodies of the harvester, the entire military warehouse was alarmed. Even the logistics manager who had always looked down on the hunter came out and politely spoke to him.

Everyone knows that high comrades hunted C-level Reapers—the second time!

After another glass of wine, the senior engineer looked at the mechanical clock on the wine cabinet. It was almost time and he was going to go to the military warehouse to pick up the goods.

"etc!"

As soon as Gong Gao walked to the door, a bald man suddenly stood up, walked to him fiercely, shouted: "My name is Black Death Sword, I think I am qualified to be your teammate."

In the low jazz music, the high-worker lowered his head and tapped the bottom of the cigarette box, picked up a cigarette from the cigarette box, and looked at the other person through the dim vision.

This guy is very tall, over two meters tall, but he is not the kind of physical distortion that is native, but has undergone bone strengthening surgery - an enhanced version of bone hyperplasia.

The muscles on the body are well developed and bloated, and they should be some kind of inferior biochemical muscle. I don’t know if there is a problem with the implantation or the muscle model, but it looks like I bought a large size for the clothes.

The most eye-catching thing is his pair of oversized metal arms. Compared with the normal arms, the protruding part of the forearm should be a flamethrower, and the fingers as thick as carrots have nine metal joints.

This thing must hurt people.

"Gorilla arms imported from the City of Never Sleeping?"

"Good eyesight!" The black dead aggressor's eyes lit up, and he grabbed a bottle of wine, closed his palms, "crack" and "crack", and soon made a pile of glass residue.

"I have investigated you, I know you are good at using a knife, and there is also a big sniper," the Black Death took a pose of a bodybuilder, and the biochemical muscles bulged like a breath, without blue veins, only some pale artificial fibers.

"I am also good at melee combat, medium and long range, and can attack and sniper. We will be the most tacit partner!"

Gao Gong sprayed out a breath of smoke with drunken eyes and said, "I'm fine, the problem is that you can't do it."

"Why can't I do it anymore?" The Black Death Snake widened his eyes and pressed a pair of gorilla arms under the noses of Gao Gong.

"You're optimistic! This is the latest version of the 'impact type 3'!"

To be honest, this equipment is good and can at least get a "excellent" evaluation in the system panel.

It's just that people can't do it.

The senior engineer took a few more sips and threw the cigarette butt in the ashtray. Without explanation, he was about to leave directly.

"Wait, you can't leave if you don't say it clearly!"

The Black Death Ghost was furious and his mechanical palm grabbed Gao Gong's shoulders. The mechanical grip hit the titanium alloy bones, making a squeaking sound.

"The equipment is OK, but your legs are not good."

"What are you-"

In the high metal music, Gao Gong suddenly turned around, snatched into the middle door, hooked his feet and stepped on his legs, and gently stepped on the inside of his ankle. The other party's slender ankle could not bear the heavy pressure of his body. With a "click" crack, the black dead aggravated and smashed to the ground with a "boom" sound, and screamed with his legs.

"Legs! Legs! My legs!!"

"The transformation rate of the sports system is less than 4%. You actually installed such a big guy on yourself," Gao Gong shook his head and waved his hand, causing several bartenders who had already touched the gun handle to retreat.

"I'm a little confused, my friend."

Human body transformation is a fine project that requires consideration of all aspects. It is not that the stronger the prosthesis body, the better.

In fact, the stronger the prosthetic body, the harder it is to install and harder to remove it. It can be said that every high-level prosthetic body transformation is equivalent to breaking through the gates of hell.

Once the prosthesis is not adapted enough, this number will be abandoned.

If the player is disabled, you can still do it again. If the NPC is disabled, it will be really beyond help.

In Gao Gong's opinion, the mechanical hunters in the car city have more or less excessive modifications.

Maybe they have no problem at this stage, but when they want to go further, such as crossing the main profession level 10 threshold and level 20 level, they will find that their physical transformation has been overdrawn and there is nothing to change.

‘This may be an opportunity.’

‘Mechanical transformation has come to an end, and it is also a way to turn to biological transformation, but mechanical rejection is a big problem.’

Even mechanical transformers with relatively balanced attributes like high-tech workers are cautious when facing mechanical rejection.

And these guys who are extremist in human body transformation are almost an inevitable result of mechanical rejection.

He could not force the other party to undergo biological transformation.

That will only create a lot of cyber psychopaths.

Gao Gong headed south and drove to a modern military building.

The buildings in front of you have a new feeling that is rare in the desert. The main building, airport, shooting range, and various off-road obstacles, although they are all real materials, give people a strange sense of foam.

This should be printed by a military contractor of a large enterprise using 3D technology.

This is the military warehouse of the Public Security Corps.

It can be seen that many members of the security team are conducting actual combat training, and their opponent is the "radiation beast" projected by virtual projection technology.

Their melee weapons will be damaged at different levels when they fall on different parts of the 'Beast'.

The VR glasses they wear deepened their immersion.

"I've practiced well, no wonder the security team is getting more and more capable of fighting."

The senior engineer smiled and looked to the other side. In a simulated cement forest, an armed team of a security regiment was clearing obstacles in the 'forest' at a designated location.

These experiences often require mechanical hunters to learn with their lives.

But, is this training method really advanced?

At least the front-line rout did not prove this.

"Mr. Gao, welcome you," a robot came over and said in an electronic voice without ups and downs.

"How about it, has my loot confirmed its value?"

"It has been confirmed that there are 2124 contribution points in total. Do you need to read the details? Or should you go shopping first? We have just imported a batch of new models of smart weapons. Do I need me to take you to visit?"

"Let's go and have a look first," Gao Gong blinked, and seemed to say casually: "By the way, can you ask, which military contractors do you have these weapons from?"

"Taibo's defense system, Marubeni Global Security, Maas's edge."

All are familiar names.
Chapter completed!