My cyberpsychosis is a task prompt

Chapter 129 129: Physical Examination

Jurassic ZT15 runs through the streets.

The sun was so bright that the yellow and white lines and traffic lights were distorted by the scorching sun.

John was driving to the East End.

The music on the radio was tasteless and the news anchors continued to report without emotion.

[A gun battle broke out at Sakura Cross Street last night, and a large number of cyberpsychotics appeared on the scene. The situation is currently under control, but in some polls, the efficient killings of the special operations team caused panic...]

Red light jumps.

The zebra crossings began to flash alternately, creating the visual effect of rolling to both sides.

There is a huge LCD screen diagonally opposite.

It is broadcasting Eden City's most popular variety talk show "Cyber ​​Night Talk", and the theme of this issue is also discussing the Special Operations Team.

But it has withstood the test of the market.

The Xiaoding Gang has great power in the city.

John heard a very distinctive engine sound and looked at the oncoming car through the rearview mirror.

TV shows are indeed much more lively than dry car radios.

The host of Cyber ​​Night Talk is a sexy and thin man. It is said that he is a model. I have seen movies with his name when browsing super-sensory chips before.

John thought for a moment and looked astonished.

It is more than five meters long, but it is a sedan. It is equipped with a giant front and six wheels. It has two axles at the front end and the silver wheels shine in the sun.

They understand what their customers need, so they use exquisite interiors to achieve vanity, giving passengers the feeling of sitting in a low-profile floating car.

The vehicles that were blocked just passed by one after another.

"The rights of these lunatics must be restricted."

Fifemond is a very good company.

Cruising and passing by the Jurassic.

"Did we go in the wrong direction? Listen to the news, friends. There were a bunch of cyber lunatics in the city last night, and gunfire rang out all night long."

"Cyber ​​maniacs broke into my husband's shop. He was forced to take up arms to defend himself, but those people who jumped from the floating car... oh no, killing machines, shot him six times, damn. , that’s six shots!”

John looked at the back of the car and smiled.

"Maybe when you leave the studio, you'll be shot in the head on the street on the way home!"

She was so emotional that she choked several times.

The more he spoke, the more excited he became.

John was awakened by the sound of a trumpet.

The passenger in the car originally wanted to have a "friendly" argument with him, but he chose to endure it after seeing the Owl Town Gang-style leather jacket.

The sofa is raised on the glass platform, and the front and back appear after the light pollution fades.

The host raised his hand, interrupted him with a smile and asked the gentleman to control his emotions.

John frowned.

John raised his hand to turn off the radio and lowered the window.

The friction between the two largest gangs is also turbulent for other forces caught in the gap.

Street stars and gang members all think this unique style is very cool, and every time you hit the accelerator, you seem to be showing off something.

John's sudden stop seemed to them to be preparing to take out a gun from the passenger seat, and he sped away from the scene.

He started the car and crossed the intersection, parked on the side of the road and planned to watch the show again.

The first person to speak was a woman.

"Gang friction is already very serious. We all know that things will get worse. Sixty people died last night. What if one hundred and twenty people die tonight?"

John privately thought this design was silly.

There was a gap left in the car window, but when it got closer, it increased its speed and raised and closed it.

[Vehicle: Fafmond-Cruise]

Why didn't the host say anything just now?
The company dog ​​straightened his tie and sat back.

This issue is a guest debate.

This executive who seems to be a member of Jingkrypton Heavy Industry occasionally expresses his opinions on social platforms and seems to have a certain fan base.

beep-

SAT killed her husband during law enforcement.

"SAT has no discrimination ability at all. Any living creature that is close to the weapon will become a target. How is that different from using nuclear bombs to resolve disputes?"

When he looked up again, another guest had already spoken.

Wearing a sexy pink and white suit, he greeted the audience with high spirits.

"It is impossible for the ECPD's equipment and personnel to cover the entire city. Do you expect them to fight cyber lunatics with their meager salary?"

"SAT is our last hope. Yes, I know what you are thinking, but only these guys will never run away from any battle..."

"Excessive equipment and violent law enforcement, yes, but that's how they should be. You can't expect a hunter to kill a tiger with a toothpick!"

"Damn it, the city is in such chaos, no one is discussing gang friction, but we are grabbing the only team that enforces the law on the streets to suppress it?"

The show was extremely lively.

The host started to interrupt again, and he was obviously biased despite his neutral sign.

"OK, calm down, friends~"

he asked.

"There is no objection at present that the special operations team does have the strength to fight against cyber lunatics, so how can we be sure..."

"When our city is out of control, will these guys still stand on the side of reason and humanity? With a gun that is powerful enough to hunt monsters, who can ensure that it will not misfire?"

……

John watched on the side of the road for a long time, and didn't leave until the commercial break started.

Every TV show needs sponsors.

The ingredients of "Cyber ​​Night Talk" are very complicated. Faqi Industry is the financial sponsor, but it is not the exclusive one. Due to conflicting funding sources, it has become a more credible talk show.

But that's about it.

[Eastern District Underground Shopping Mall-Prosthetic Clinic]

A sign on the porch said CLOSED.

John sent a message in advance to make an appointment. At this time, the locked door gave him a bad association, so he silently moved the widow to a position where he could take advantage.

puff.

The metal sliding door opens automatically.

There was nothing unusual in the clinic. Lian was sitting at the metal table drinking wine and watching a very old movie on TV. The room was a little dark without the lights on.

"Sang Ma Re Bichi..."

Rian muttered a curse.

"You can indeed control the clinic system...that thing called black light has been restored? Ah, that's right. After all, you still know the way and are alive and kicking."

"Who messed with you?"

John looked around, put away the gun, picked an empty tabletop and put the sealed box down.

Li An glanced at the logo of Fuki Industries.

He spat into the trash can, raised his middle finger, and said get out of here written all over his face.

"I don't operate on dead people."

"Hey, doctor, what's going on? You promised to help me. Why did you say that you would give me a discount in the future?"

"That was before, man."

Rian lowered his legs from the table.

It hadn't been long since John last left. If compared with the time he had known the doctor, there had been no news for a long time.

"You left your last words and then disappeared. No news came from you again. Oh, no, a girl came over and asked for medical data..."

"Oh, Falk."

John sighed with his hips.

"You think I didn't treat you as a friend and didn't report to you after I survived? Listen, the bad things I have experienced during this period are very ridiculous..." "Of course, John, look at you."

Lian waved his big hand on him.

"What is that? Sian Westan? The subcutaneous armor has also been repaired. The upper body prostheses are all customized. The parameters are not low. From the dick above, I can recognize a skater arm."

He sneered.

"You're awesome, John. He's covered in valuable high-end gadgets. He's so damn good at it. Why are you here to scare people?"

"Hey, doctor, I..."

John wanted to explain, but after organizing a long conversation, he felt that he was in the wrong.

Eden reminded him:

It is very lucky to have a life-saving prosthetic doctor in the city of Eden.

Ryan is still outputting.

He has a hard-working character.

"To be honest, it's better for you to be dead. It's better than showing up at the door of the clinic half-alive and repeatedly challenging my technical limits... Get out and find a private hospital or someone else."

"I can trust you, doctor. I swear, our interests are bound to each other, remember?"

John completely surrendered.

"It is indeed miserable to be frightened by the dead, but it is not easy for the dead to crawl out of the graveyard... To be honest, I have had no choice in several prosthetic surgeries, my spine is broken, and my arms have been trampled into paste. What can I do? manage?"

"...You're such an asshole."

Lian frowned and sighed, seeming to have nothing to say except a few curse words.

John sat down too.

The two of them poured wine and chatted, mainly about life after leaving and a series of bad things.

Rian didn't make a fuss.

John set out on the point of no return very early, and he was normal in any situation he encountered, just like a short-lived big shot on the street.

The topic finally focused on prosthetics.

John was lying on the operating chair, and the prosthetic body information jumped and refreshed on the computer screen.

Li An finished browsing and frowned.

This is the evaluation he gave after seeing all the parts of John's body.

“Foie gras and caviar.”

"What do you mean?"

"You have a lot of good things in you. When I implanted the prosthetic eye in you, I originally thought that saving my life would be meaningful after all. I also thought it would be a waste to put it in your head... Now, it is quite suitable."

Ryan continued to inspect the components.

"How much do you know about these implants?"

"The relationship between the patient and the bone."

John gave an analogy.

Bones support the body through flesh and blood. Everyone knows how to use them, but they are confused about the limits and specific information of bones.

The doctor asked Iggradius emphatically.

This alloy frame not only makes John's fists extra hard.

The arms are only part of it. Of course, after the big ghost crushed a section, only the right hand was left.

But John was still narrow-minded.

His neck to the middle of his lumbar spine was covered by Iggdrasius, which was connected to various organs internally and adapted to the spine at the back.

"It has reserved sockets and positions for all imaginable implants. Even if you end up transforming it into an Alpha level, you can still use it."

Rian took a deep breath.

"Remember what I told you? You have to be in awe of flesh and blood. This prosthetic body is terrifying. From the very beginning of its design, the user is not treated as a human being."

John lay on the operating table and said nothing.

Orosi designed and developed Iggdrashu, which should be reserved for Armor Beamon. The heavy reformer needs to reduce the configuration of the prosthetic body.

This theory was told to John by Serum.

If Tiezu Kunbu wants to come out of the big ghost mecha alive, he must change into a lighter body.

If Armor Beamon wants to get rid of his current lethargic state, get rid of the nutrient solution and wires, he will probably need a new set of implants.

Ryan knocked on the table.

“Do you know the difference between Sianwestein and how often are they used?”

"Um, I don't know."

John said thoughtfully.

"The recent work is much more dangerous than before. Without this spine, it would have become braided earlier. I use it every day, and there are signs of overload every time..."

John described his feelings in detail.

Lian frowned, glanced at him from time to time, and couldn't help but ask proactively.

"Are there any ghost images after turning off the device? When you first started using it, did you fall flat on the ground, hit obstacles uncontrollably, twist your neck, or sprain your feet?"

"..."

John pursed his lips.

Lian felt that the situation was serious.

"Both?"

"No, doctor, this thing is just a slow-motion player. I can use it very easily."

"Farke, you are a monster."

Lian sighed after taking a deep breath.

Sean Westan is an obvious dividing point for heavy modification. In order to be able to move freely in a time-stop environment, various new players need to be matched, and the stimulation of the nerves will be doubled.

This "node" gave birth to many crazy people.

Even if most normal people cross the threshold of surgery, they will still have sequelae. It is very easy for them to become cyberpsychotic in the process of adapting to the time-stop.

"Although you are different, you are a madman. It's just that the thing called black light suppressed the symptoms and prevented you from being penetrated by the implant."

Lian seemed a little unable to accept it.

John hesitated for a moment and then spoke.

"Doctor, do you remember what I told you about the robbery of Tiebang Logistics?"

He told Ryan Randall all the news he got at Silver Port.

The doctor's world-weary face finally showed an expression of genuine surprise for the first time.

This kind of thing has a big impact on ordinary people.

"Fortunately, I'm not the person involved. As a bystander, just listen to an urban ghost story. Well, if that's the case... a lot of things will be explained."

Ryan tried to treat John as an experimental subject.

He had noticed abnormalities the first time he operated on the guy, including subcutaneous bleeding and various drug tests.

"Put these nonsense aside. Anyway, I have seen your face from beginning to end, and I don't know that Welch either. Just don't come into contact with me in a new body in the future."

Ryan started working on the keyboard again.

Each implant in John's body was adjusted to a very suitable state, as if a professional designer was calibrating it for him day and night.

There are limits to this kind of "adjustment."

People usually add programs or match them according to personal habits to create a unique and perfect feel.

Ryan added some things to John that are commonly used by novices to help him detect the status of Sean Westan more intuitively.

"Open your eyes and look."

John did as the doctor said, and after the progress bar was loaded, a groove appeared in the lower right corner of the retina.

There are several scale values ​​in it.

John could clearly feel that this thing was connected to his spine.

(End of this chapter)