Superman's Journey

Chapter 301

New York, Brooklyn, Black Snakes.

"Have you heard that a new batch of high-end goods has arrived recently!" Tom said mysteriously.

"What luxury? Candy? Size four? Or diamonds?"

"Neither." Tom shook his head and lowered his voice: "Do you know the Gospel Project?"

"I know, isn't it a company that produces prosthetics? It looks pretty, but what does it have to do with us?"

"It is said that the Gospel Project produces not only ordinary prosthetics, but also military-grade prosthetics, just like those in movies and games!"

"Huh?!" Hearing this, the gangsters of the Black Snake Gang immediately became interested: "It's the same as in the movie? Is it still called a prosthesis?"

"What do you call it!" Tom said: "Anyway, the people of the Gospel Project insist that it is a prosthetic limb, a prosthetic limb used to assist people in normal life!"

"But even if it's a military-grade prosthetic, isn't it still a prosthetic?" Some gangsters obviously didn't get rid of the shackles of the word 'prosthetic', and their minds were still muddled until Tom said, "You silly! It's just for convenience Selling, in fact, isn't that about the same as those weapons!"

"That's not necessarily true, is it?" A gangster said: "And even if it is very strong, so what? Could it be that we have to chop off our arms and legs to install another? That would be too expensive!"

Speak unintentionally, listen intently.

Prosthetics Johnny, who was sitting aside and listening silently, frowned suddenly. Suddenly, he felt as if he had discovered why the Gospel Project firmly declared that the military-grade prosthetics were only a kind of prosthetics.

To conceal its own greater use!
At night, the well-informed Johnny sneaked into an abandoned sewer, and after passing through the rusty-looking gate, what appeared in his eyes was a clean-looking room and a man: "Come here What are you doing?"

"Buy prosthetics."

The man looked Johnny up and down: "It doesn't look like you are someone who needs prosthetics?"

"But it doesn't prevent me from knowing the function of the prosthetic in advance, right?" Johnny asked back, "I'm very interested in your military-grade prosthetic."

It seemed that some key words were triggered, the man smiled: "I see, then, please follow me."

The man stepped lightly, and a new entrance suddenly opened on the flat wall not far away. Walking into it, Johnny even thought he had come to the future world.

He looked at the dazzling variety of technological prosthetics, and his thoughts froze for a moment: "Are these all?"

"Of course." The man smiled: "All of these are military prosthetics, such as this Winter Soldier-3. This prosthetic can greatly increase the strength of a person's arm. After wearing it, one punch can easily punch 500 kilograms. strength, and the metal construction can withstand conventional bullet fire.

Its only downside is that it requires adaptive augmentation of the half-chest position, so the whole process requires a bit more money. "

"However, we also have a prosthetic called Boxer-3. It does not require adaptive modification, so the ultimate boxing force is about 700 kilograms. At the same time, there is an empty slot inside, which can be modified with cold weapons or firearms."

"In addition, we also have palm prosthetics, leg prostheses, joint prostheses and many other prosthetics. If you have any needs, you can tell me."

The more he listened to the man showing the effect of the heavy prosthetic limbs, the more Johnny felt his throat dry up: "I, I only have $[-]. Is there anything I can afford here?"

"Of course!" The man didn't laugh at him, but asked carefully: "For the price of 9400, some large parts of prosthetics need to be removed, and most of the rest are single-part prosthetics like palms and soles."

The gap between front and back made Johnny look disappointed: "Is that all?"

"Their functions are also powerful enough." The man chuckled: "For example, this gun finger-B3 is completely made of bionic shell, with an excitation structure inside, which can fire bullets as powerful as a rifle. Seven thousand five hundred dollars."

"Or this iron fist, which has a built-in micro-power engine. When the power is sufficient, the punching force is enough to reach 500 kilograms. The price is [-] US dollars."

"The hook claw is also very good. You can launch one to grab the protruding structure and pull yourself. It's very suitable for being an urban spiderman"

The man talked eloquently, but suddenly, the topic changed: "From the perspective of Killing Day, I recommend you to choose gun fingers. There is nothing more reassuring than bullets, isn't it?"

Seven thousand and five hundred dollars, plus a hand, in exchange for a hidden prosthetic hand that can fire bullets, Johnny was a little puzzled for a while.

The man didn't speak, but put a few prosthetic videos in front of Johnny. Looking at the high-end usage of the prosthetics shown in the video, Johnny was moved and gritted his teeth: "Okay! I bought it. !"

Prosthetic limb transplantation is originally very complicated, especially this kind of operation that directly replaces the native hand with a robotic hand.

But this is only for ordinary people. For people like Lincoln, he directly took out the modified and regenerated cradle of the Marvel world.

This thing can even directly create a phantom body, and the prosthetic surgery only needs to set the parameters in advance, and everything can be done by the machine itself.

Ten minutes later, the sleepy Johnny got up from the bed.

At first, his mind was still a little fuzzy, but then he felt the special touch from the left prosthetic. Looking at the prosthetic in front of him, which was no different from a normal palm, but could be turned into a gun at any time, Johnny's eyes were full of amazement : "What a novel feeling!"

"Would you like to try it?" The man walked up to Johnny at some point, "Try and see the new experience this prosthetic limb brings you."

"Of course!" Johnny nodded without any hesitation, and followed the man into the special training room.

Gun Finger-B3, Type 3 bionic casing conceals its essence, the power of Type B bullets is enough to compare with ordinary rifles, and even in terms of grip strength and other aspects that it is not good at, its performance has completely surpassed Johnny's original palm.

The more he experienced the function of the prosthetic in the training room, the more excited Johnny's face became palpable: "This is really, this is really great! Hahaha!"

"If you have other needs, welcome to continue shopping next time." The man said while handing out a black card: "Military Technology, I am very happy to serve you."

Johnny took the black card and nodded with a smile: "I will prepare the money. Next time, I want better prosthetics."

"We will be ready." The man smiled: "I wish you a happy killing day."

(End of this chapter)