Superman's Journey

Chapter 309
What happened to Johnny and James was just a small microcosm, and similar things began to repeat themselves in various places across the United States.

In this world, there will always be people who want to take out their mobile phones to take a video no matter how desperate the situation is. One after another, videos about prosthetic transformation are uploaded on the Internet by them after the Killing Day is over.

As a result, more and more people saw the brutal acts of these killers on Killing Day.

But what they focus on is not the killing that those people do, but the modified prosthetic limbs that seem to come out of the cyberpunk world to help them kill.

"What's that? It looks so cool!"

"I know them. This kind of prosthetic modification often appears in cyberpunk games. I didn't expect that they already existed in reality. Those killers even used it in Killing Day."

"Damn! As I said, the government hides a lot from us, we have the right to know, we should protest!"

"Why does that prosthetic look so much like the disabled prosthetic from Project Gospel? Is it my illusion?"

"No, you're not mistaken, that's the prosthetic limb that the Gospel Project will appear in. I have a friend who told me that in addition to the civilian version, there is also a military version of the prosthetic limb, which are the murderous prosthetic limbs you see now."

"What? How can the Gospel Project do it? Selling this kind of murderous prosthetics? They're a crime! They should be put in jail!"

"Does anyone know where this kind of prosthetic can be purchased? I want to play with it."

"Damn Killer! Why didn't you die on Killing Day?"

"Bastard! I've memorized your ID, you'd better be lucky not to be found by me before next year's Killing Day!"

"Sorry, I was wrong! I apologize for my recklessness, please don't argue with me, I really know I was wrong, I am a bastard."

"Bitch! Now that you know you're wrong, go home and drink your mother's milk, and don't let me see you again!"

The emergence of modified prosthetic limbs makes many people feel uneasy, but it also makes some people's eyes light up.

In the United States, guns are not bought casually, and a gun license is also required. It is illegal to buy and own guns without a gun license, but prosthetics are different. Prosthetics are not illegal at all.

For some people, maybe they have guns in their hands, but they definitely don’t mind changing themselves to a stronger metal arm. Look at the combat and surprise capabilities of the prosthetic owners in those videos, which is in line with Everything they think about new age prosthetics.

Of course, they didn't know that the videos that circulated were actually screened after a round of screening, and those guys who could be killed with prosthetic limbs were not made into videos and released.

The video of Killing Day made people all over the United States have a strong interest in prosthetic limb transformation. After all, it has its own sci-fi color, and many people have a natural filter.

Some people have even started to act early to arrange stronger prosthetic limbs for themselves.

It’s just hands and feet, and it’s not worth mentioning compared to the more cool mechanical prosthetics!
At the same time, more prosthetics have entered every corner of society driven by several super companies.

If the heart is not good, replace it with a mechanical heart; if you have fibrosis in your lungs, replace it with a mechanical one; if you are blind, replace it with an electronic prosthetic eye;

In just a few months, apart from William, the passive bearer, the first guy who truly pursues flesh and blood and mechanical ascension appeared.

He arrogantly replaced almost all parts of his body except the brain, and possessed the most powerful combat power at this stage.

Except for the brain, every part of his body can be disassembled and upgraded. The controllable electronic nervous system does not weaken any of his senses, but can be enhanced when necessary.

His brain is protected by full metal, and he has no fear of being killed by a sniper.

Relying on the convenient Internet, he showed his current steel body in front of people all over the world. He earned all the cost of the reconstruction surgery, and even arranged more than a dozen full-scale reconstruction surgeries.

The heat of the explosion has made many people extremely envious of it. Either out of enthusiasm or following the crowd, more and more people have come into contact with prosthetics.

On the other side, Capitol Hill.

The evangelical plan and the creation of several megacorporations so disturbed the New Founding Fathers that they even called an all-hands meeting about it.

If someone can blow up the terrifying meeting of ministers, generals, and congressmen, more than [-]% of the high-level positions in the United States will be vacant.

So, is anyone back?

Lincoln's answer to this was of course.

The quarrels of all the people in the hall were extremely loud, but amidst the noise, the movement of the door being pushed open was so clear. Seeing Lincoln who walked into the hall with a black cloak behind him, everyone frowned. "Who are you! This is not the place for you to come in!"

Boo!
boom!
Lincoln didn't speak, but just looked at the man coldly, his eyes flashed red, and he exploded like a flesh bomb.

Ignoring the other people who were already frightened, Lincoln tapped his feet, flew up to the high platform, and looked down at everyone: "Is there anyone else who doubts or questions me coming here? I will give you a chance."

"you!"

Boo!
The crimson laser swept across again.

Bang bang bang!

Another series of voices burst out. This time, it was not just one person who died, but everyone in that area. In an instant, a bloody 'spot' emerged in the hall.

Looking at the bloodstains, bone residues, and various tissue fragments scattered on the ground, no one dared to speak anymore, even those with the toughest attitudes were subdued.

Just because of one word, everyone in an area was going to be killed. Lincoln's brutal approach conquered everyone.

No one wants to join the pile of filth on the ground, and they even want to stay away from the pile of blood.

But Lincoln sneered and pointed to the bloody hell: "What are you doing? Can't you see that there is still a lot of empty space over there? Go over there and fill it up!"

His voice was as cold as ice in the frozen world, but the crimson that bloomed in his eyes was as dazzling as the sun.

Facing Lincoln's solidity, no one dared to raise any objections. Their steps moved in fear, resisting the discomfort in their hearts, and stood on the sticky filth, daring to speak out in their hearts.

(End of this chapter)