Cyber ​​Swordsman 2121

Chapter 1, Receipt

The sky was covered with fog.

A little bit of rain fell tentatively.

This kind of weather is perfect with the gaudy neon.

So even though the holographic projection technology has matured, the streets of Victoria are still illuminated by gaudy neon lights and shadows.

Of course, this may also be because Victoria Street is not the core area of ​​Brahma, and the people in it don’t have much spending power, so it’s not worth the effort and energy that the merchants spend on arranging all kinds of beauties and hibiscus for your visit.

Zhang Baoren, whose whole body was ambiguously reflected by the pink neon signboard, stood under the canopy at the entrance of the shop, looking at the gloomy drizzle outside with a sullen expression.

In this era, except for those "warriors" who have undergone special prosthetic surgery, no one wants to be covered in acid rain for no reason.

Otherwise, if external pathogens enter the body, allergies, fever, and rashes will be fine. If the bad one is plastic poisoning, then you will have to go to the hospital.

"What kind of bad weather, it doesn't rain early or late, but it's raining at this moment."

"Don't you know that today is the day I 'receive the talisman'?"

"According to the information found on the Internet, it is best to perform the surgery when the body is at its healthiest, otherwise it may affect the success rate."

"If my surgery fails because of this acid rain, then... hmph."

Although according to past experience, a little rain will not have any major impact on health.

But just to be on the safe side, Zhang Baoren still found a canopy, planning to take shelter and wait for the rain to stop before leaving.

Fortunately, because of today's important matter, I asked for a day off in advance, otherwise I would have to be in a hurry at this moment, and I might be drenched in a mess.

Thinking about it, he couldn't help tightening the jacket on his body, curling up his body completely in it...

The lamps and shadows on the wet road were tangled into groups, and they were strange, but before they could be seen clearly, they were run over by vehicles the next moment.

Trendy men and women in rivet jackets, wide-breasted Taoist robes, or bright Tang suits staggered and paralleled with the vehicles, huddled, and had to brave sporadic acid rain to catch up with the time.

The only thing that is a little unsuitable is their Caucasian features that cannot be concealed by their elaborate makeup, and the curry-like weird Chinese that is revealed when they mutter and curse the abominable weather, which is like a local dialect in Wenzhou.

Stowaways, refugees from the British Isles or Australia?

Looking at the third hand in the crowd, quietly protruding from the waist to touch the rough workmanship of others, blocked by the hair and the brim of the hat, the candid prosthetic eye that was spinning around and flashing red light from time to time, drowsy like It's a young girl who has taken drugs... Zhang Baoren thought to himself.

"It may also come from Northern Europe."

"Since Brahma was named the most peaceful city in the world a few years ago, more and more people are smuggling in from impoverished areas in the third world..."

Just as he was feeling emotional, he suddenly saw people running on the street, as if the fast-forward button had been pressed.

Amidst some yelling and shouting that caused the third hand to grab because of the sudden acceleration, the heavy rain fell with a clatter.

It even splashed on Zhang Baoren's face, causing him to rub the raindrop-stained parts of his face vigorously, trying to wipe away all the bad things brought by the acid rain.

At the same time, he stepped back again and again, until he reached the innermost part of the canopy, and then stopped at the door of the shop.

The shop's signboard - a pink heart shape of different sizes, surrounded by several italicized 3D Chinese characters "serious restaurant", and fluttered in mid-air with the melodious sound.

Zhang Baoren in the photo was flushed all over.

A "serious restaurant" is said to be a restaurant, but it is actually a window facing the street selling nutrient solution fast food.

It looks a bit like a milk tea shop in the last century.

There is a stainless steel metal box with several faucet connections hanging on the pavement. This is a cooking machine, which contains various prepared nutrient solutions.

Opposite the cooking machine is a small shrine.

It is more than one meter high, it is purplish red, and the surface has been wiped clean. There are two lines of couplets with black characters on a red background on the left and right: "God speaks good things, and descends to earth to bring auspiciousness." It is very clear.

Inside the shrine sits a statue made of clay. The rest of the workmanship is rough, like something for beginners to practice. Only the eyes are opened by a master. They are very divine, as if they are watching the people in the restaurant.

Zhang Baoren knew that this was Lord Stove, and his eyes were equipped with high-definition cameras, which were managed by the "Food Hygiene Bureau Network Security Department" to monitor the hygiene and safety of all restaurant kitchens.

The presence of this statue shows that this is a qualified restaurant that meets hygienic standards.

In addition to the cooking machine and the shrine, the remaining space in the store can barely accommodate a middle-aged man with a round body, a thick and short neck, a tall nose with two beards, and a chef-like face.

"Hello Hello…"

Seeing Zhang Baoren turn around, the chef straightened up quickly, wiped the sweat from his temples, "Mr. Zhang, what do you need?"

Zhang Baoren waved his hand casually, "I just happened to pass by here today. I'm here to avoid the rain. It has nothing to do with you. Don't worry."

"Then you are busy, you can..."

"What are you afraid of, can I still eat people?"

"Where... Where... You are a well-known decent person here, I am worried that I have neglected you." The chef said flatteringly while wiping the sweat from his forehead with his fat hands.

Zhang Baoren's identity at this time is a gang practitioner.

And it is obvious that he is still a notorious gangster practitioner.

There was no way to do this. Although Zhang Baoren was wearing a pure East Asian face without any genetic adjustments, he was not much different from those smugglers in essence.

They are all illegal stayers without any identification in Brahma City.

Even Zhang Baoren has an ancient and stale soul from more than 100 years ago than them.

What happened to Lan Ke, the sea changes in the blink of an eye, and a dream lasts for a hundred years.

The ancients saw the moon at this time again, but it was a lonely shadow shining on a single soul.

Everything that was once familiar has turned into loess. After more than a hundred years of development, the world has been turned upside down, and technology has made great progress.

That's all well and good... but the problem is that for him it also means that most of the knowledge he has as an old relic is out of date.

After more than ten years of education, he became illiterate again.

Still illiterate with a lack of intelligence.

There is nothing wrong with Zhang Baoren's own IQ, which is on the average line of normal human beings.

But people in the future have added a little bit. With the invention of the Taoist (chip sub-brain) known as the intelligence amplifier, whether or not receiving the scriptures in many fields is like a mentally retarded and ordinary person.

So plus black households...

It is not easy to live.

One can only get a living in this world by joining the low-level illegal ranks that do not require skills and knowledge.

Then, after some chances and coincidences, he became a well-known ruthless person in Victoria Street, and he managed to gain a firm foothold.

"However, after I finish the Shoulu operation and implant the Daolu chip, I will be able to get the real key to open the door to the new world..."

Zhang Baoren thought secretly.

　I don’t know why the review can still get stuck, it’s been stuck for several days

　　Then change it, change it... Delete all the taboos that may be problematic, delete about 1000 words and the prologue, and then pass it in one go
　　But after that, the original chapter 2 changed from more than 2000 words to more than 1900 words, I don’t know if I changed it like that, what else was deleted
　　God knows how it started

　　Anyone who sees something wrong will raise any questions.

　　
　　
　
(End of this chapter)