Superman's Journey

A few months later, in an ordinary room in Chicago, Jack, who was sitting in a wheelchair, stared blankly at the ceiling, wondering what he was thinking.

He contributed his precious youth to the country of America, and even had his legs amputated in the lower body due to a stray bullet, and he could only spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.

But how did those damned politicians pay him back?

Except for the pension that he didn’t know how many hands were embezzled, he even paid for the operation fee for the amputation operation. Since he was paralyzed, everyone except his family seems to have forgotten him. .

As if he was just a useless piece of trash, instead of the honorable private he was before.

This huge change made Jack begin to degenerate, his spirit became sluggish, and his eyes became dull and lifeless.

He refuses all social interaction, but just locks himself in this small room, occasionally looking out at the sunshine and grass from the window, and misses the days when he could run by himself.

If he could do it all over again, he would never lose his legs for those damn honors!

Looking up at the ceiling, Jack was full of depression. If his family hadn't strictly prevented him from touching any guns, he might have committed suicide and disappeared into this world long ago.

Just when he was thinking about whether he should jump out of the small window, there was a knock on the door, and the voice of his former good friend Larry came from outside the door: "Jack! I have good news for you! You will definitely be interested!"

Jack just glanced at the door, then looked at the ceiling again, as if he had expected his reaction, Larry walked up to him with the tablet, and put it in front of Jack excitedly: "Hey, don't just look at me The ceiling is up, look at this!"

Jack was very impatient, and even looked at Larry with normal limbs, and occasionally felt jealous and resentful in his heart, but when he glanced at the tablet, all these emotions disappeared.

He stared blankly at the screen, looking at the obviously mechanically constructed leg structure of the disabled person on the screen, his eyes straightened: "This, what is this?"

"A new type of prosthetic produced by the Gospel Project." Larry explained to his good friend Jack: "You will never imagine how cool this prosthetic is. With this prosthetic, you can not only fully restore the ability to move autonomously, but even have a better performance.”

"I've read the explanation reports related to the Gospel Project. People like you who have amputated upper knees can have stronger jumping and jumping abilities after installing transplants. Except that the appearance may look like sci-fi equipment, it is almost No downside."

"Of course, if expensive is also its shortcoming, then it may only have this shortcoming. But I found a volunteer application webpage of the Gospel Project. As long as the application is successful, you can transplant it for free. Jack, as you, almost It is sure to succeed, you must try it!"

"I, I know." Looking at the pictures and descriptions on the tablet, and listening to the descriptions of his good friend Larry, Jack seemed a little nervous, a little at a loss but also a little excited.

He used to not regard his legs as extremely important, but it was not until he lost his legs that he realized how enviable movements are jumping and running.

His family and doctors once recommended prosthetics for him, but looking at those prosthetics that were obviously cold and ugly but insisted on making them look like them, he felt disgusted and disgusted from the bottom of his heart.

So until now, he has always firmly believed that he will never need prosthetics in his life, until he saw the prosthetics planned by the Gospel.

He now has to admit that maybe he didn't hate prosthetics, but that he had been waiting for the prosthetics that the Gospel Project would make available.

William alone cannot guarantee the survival of the Gospel Project, even if he has been transformed into a super soldier, but after that, the situation can become different.

A new killing day is coming, and just a few months before the arrival of the killing day, the Gospel Project, under the leadership of Lincoln, began to recruit a large number of disabled people across the United States to perform free prosthetic transplants.

Does it sound very sweet, but in fact, the most expensive thing in this world is free.

The prosthetics transplanted for Jack and the others are only the most basic version, and behind this basic version, there are more and stronger prosthetics.

Lincoln did not count on these people to be equipped with enhanced prosthetics, because these prosthetics are not prepared for ordinary people at all, but for people with special needs.

The existence of Jack and others is to allow people with special needs to confirm the safety and reliability of prosthetics, and to make them take the initiative to place orders for enhanced prostheses.

Gospel Project Headquarters.

In the office, William walked in with a document, stood by the table and said, "Sir, this is the latest list of volunteers. I have selected a group of people who can be trained and cultivated into combat effectiveness."

"Are you sure they are reliable?"

"Sure!" William nodded: "These people who have been screened out are those who refuse to socialize, close themselves, and have been amputated for a long time. There is basically no possibility of spying."

"If that's the case, let's absorb it." Lincoln nodded, and threw a document over: "This is a new company called Armament Science and Technology, er, to distinguish it from the Gospel Project. This company has only one main business, military use grade prosthetics."

William hesitated: "Are you going to get involved in the military field in less than a year?"

"Of course not!" Lincoln laughed: "Of course this is not a real military-grade prosthesis, but just a name. Compared with the enhanced type, don't you think the military-grade prosthesis is more suitable for the needs of those people?"

"You know, they are the main force on Killing Day every year!"

From the beginning, Lincoln was not targeting people with disabilities.

Selling high-end prosthetics to a disabled person was something he couldn't think about before doing this business, and those Slaughter Day thugs were his real target group.

Those people would have amassed a lot of wealth on Killing Day, which they would have squandered and enjoyed, but now Lincoln gave them a second option to equip themselves with a powerful military-grade prosthetic.

Then rely on military-grade prosthetics for even more savage, raw kills and more resources on Kill Day next year.

Among other things, just a subcutaneous metal braid implant operation can greatly improve their chances of surviving the killing day. As lunatics who lick blood at the tip of their knives, what reason do they have to refuse advanced prosthetics?