Start with a prosthetic shop

Chapter 1 Prosthetic Body Shop

Outside the city of Anning, where the firefight took place.

Lynn's Prosthetic Body Shop.

The light rain was pattering outside the window, and the inside of the store was damp and dark. A purple electric light streaked across the sky, revealing the wires lying on the ground in the store, adding to the chaos.

Passing the old rubber wires, in the backyard, there is a thin man sitting on an iron chair and working at his desk. His filthy right hand is twisting a few extremely thin optical cables, and is carefully inserting them into a mechanical right arm. In the hole of the Nalu groove.

The thunder rumbled, and Lynn shook his hand.

The pinched optical cable collection bundle is scattered.

He sighed softly, threw the thing in his hand as if he was angry, rubbed his hands on the rag, and gently opened a corner of the curtain.

The rainwater fell on the ground and merged into streams. The hideous bloodstains on the stone street have faded away, as if the dozen or so people who fought to death this afternoon were a joke.

Lin En was in love with the scene, and a drifting sense of uneasiness suddenly gushed out from the bottom of his heart.

He thought about taking the postgraduate entrance examination step by step, taking the doctoral exam, and also thought about finding a job after graduation to be self-reliant, but he never thought that he could travel to a cyberpunk world a few days ago and become a hero in the most chaotic "firefighting place". Body repair shop owner.

This is the outermost area of ​​the "surrounding area" of Anning City. There are many gangs in the city, and the giants of the chaebol cover the sky with one hand. When you look out, you can see everything is darkness. .

There are risks and opportunities here, and bloodshed happens every moment, so that
Dead man's lottery in the city doesn't count firefight data.

"The branches of the world, each rides the stream"

Lynn shook his head, pressed down the bathroom doorknob with his elbow, turned the faucet to the maximum, and washed his hands.

The mirror in front of him was split into three pieces, and under the light, a handsome and tired face of a young man was reflected.

There were often gunshots in the middle of the night in the firefighting area, and Lin En woke up in sleep frequently, tossing and turning and having trouble falling asleep, and naturally his energy was not as good as before.

Lin En tidied up his mood, folded his clothes and was about to fall asleep when he keenly heard the sound of hurried footsteps coming from outside the window.

One person walked quickly, the metal parts on the clothes collided, making a unique sound, finally stopped in front of the prosthetic body shop, and rang the doorbell.

"Ding dong."

Lin En rearranged his clothes and pinned an energy pistol to his waist, feeling a little emotion in his heart.

He really wanted to go far away and settle in the safer and more prosperous Upper City, never to see this turbulent firefight again.

But he has no choice now.

He has no money and is unfamiliar with the city of Anning, so he can only use this prosthetic body shop as a bridgehead to explore the new world.

A person who runs a prosthetic body shop is also called a mechanic.

This prosthetic body shop was passed down to Lynn by his long-gone father, whose craftsmanship was undoubtedly far superior to his.

In its heyday, it was once located in the center of the entire downtown, established a registered company, provided services to the leaders of countless gangs, became the main supplier of arms companies, and won the praise of black and white people.

At that time, my father always asked Lin En to learn more about mechanical maintenance and get in touch with prosthetic bodies, so that he could take over his craft in the future and let the company that was still in its seedling stage grow into a towering tree. The giants snapped their wrists.

Later, the father died.

Many people came to mourn the funeral, casually dressed, with earrings, and exoskeletons.Some people also asked Little Lynn how he was doing with his skills.

The original body made a haha, patted his chest and said, "Look at you", and then the business was not good for years, and the prosthetic body shop went from bad to worse.

He doesn't know how to make prosthetic bodies at all, and the name of this shop is also a trick to sell dog meat, but it is actually a repair business.

After the company's capital chain was broken, it was finally unable to pay the high rent. It moved out of the downtown center and lived in a corner of the city called "Xiaohuodi". The most lowly job, and Lynn would be a good match.

Later, some colleagues also set up a door on this street, and Lynn's prosthetic body shop completely declined, and now it has not opened for three full days.

There is cold rain outside the window, the old house is gone, and the past should be let go.

The door opened with a creak, and outside the door was a man dressed in rags, who looked like an old beggar, but he happened to reveal the exquisite pattern of ebony with a gun handle on his waist intentionally or unintentionally.He has a wisp of goatee, a pair of muddy strokes twirling around, and a knot of unknown something wrapped in white linen behind his back.

Lin En knew that this was a regular customer who lived in the street next door and used to take care of the business of the small shop, so he hurried forward to ask for details.

"...The rain is falling too fast, Boss Lin, I'm sorry to bother you so late."

Yang Gui chuckled, untied the white linen cloth on his back suddenly, and handed Lin En a broken barrel.

He raised one hand slightly, and the dripping flesh and blood had already stuck to his clothes.While talking, he squeezed the sewage on his sleeve in vain, for fear of infection.

It has been a long time since there has been normal rain in Anning City. This kind of acid rain contains dissolved sulfides, and the pH value is quite low. Once the weak constitution catches a cold, it is quite corrosive to the skin.

Drugs are scarce in the firefighting area. If you really have a high fever, no one can say whether you can live or not.

Lin En invited him to the store, used alcohol and iodophor for emergency treatment, turned on the oven lamp, brewed a pot of synthetic tea, and said in surprise:

"...With such great luck today, can you pick up the A product from Lufton Military Factory?"

"Hehe." Yang Gui smiled, stroked his goatee quite complacently, and leaned over pretending to be mysterious: "I picked it up from Nailhead Dock! A bastard from the Lizard Gang wanted to hit me with an iron rod, and told me two Gun killed!"

"A few days ago, I even picked up half a holographic scanner, which is very expensive. I sold it on the black market, and I made more than 4000 points at once, which is much more than your turnover in a few months! "

"I told you a long time ago to stop working in this maintenance industry. Anyway, your level is not good, and you can repair parts. Why don't you make a fortune with me!"

Nailhead Wharf is the largest garbage station in the crossfire area, and it is also the transfer station of the garbage treatment plant. In Yang Gui's words, she is like a kind mother, raising a large-scale group of waste pickers.

But it was firmly occupied by several gangs, leaving few opportunities for retail investors to fish in troubled waters.

And Yang Gui is one of the most powerful retail investors among them. He has a great reputation and even established a garbage picking organization called "Bronze Medal" with a bronze medal hanging from his waist as a symbol.

"...too dangerous." Lynn shook his head.

He has never planned to risk his life, not only will he not go to Nailhead Dock now, but he will not go in the future.

Seeing that Lin En didn't want to make progress, Yang Gui also lost the mood to ramble. He has made a lot of money these days and spent all his money on buying weapons and armor, but he doesn't care much about wearing them.

Kindly remind him a few words, but don't listen to him.

Holding the severely worn barrel, Lynn took the blowtorch and baked it for a circle, and the frosty white metal oxide film on it melted as quickly as a hot summer and white snow.

I pressed a few more buttons to connect the power supply of the bed, started to check the spindle box, and moved the oil level of the tool. Unexpectedly, the vision suddenly blurred, and the pale text that was different from the portable electronic terminal slowly emerged in the darkness.

[Mechanical maintenance: exp+1]

[Mechanical maintenance LV1 first glimpse → LV2 a little success]

　The newcomer asks for a recommendation ticket...

　　


(End of this chapter)