The villain knight doesn't want to be a hero

Located on the border of Northern and Southern California, this is the equivalent of a bridgehead for the war between the new United States and other forces that do not want the new United States to be unified. It would be damned if peace could be restored.

Gangs fight, mercenaries kill people, cut off kidneys and look for the next target everywhere. Bodies are found in the corners every now and then, and the new unlucky guys think they can become the next legend...

In short, it's still the same, people are dying all the time, and it's never peaceful.

The only thing that remains unchanged may be Taiping Prefecture.

Who said that place is already a cesspool, no matter how rotten it is, it won't get any worse.

The entire city, except for the municipal center which is barely dangerous, other places are really not safe at all.

If you just walk into a dark corner, you will be stalked by someone with evil intentions, or you will encounter a murder scene or something like that.

In the nearby waters, if you are interested in diving, you can probably see many diving competition champions on the seabed - all former company employees or gang members who were sunk to death.

Perhaps the only good news is that Night City was not voted the worst city of 2077.

Bad news, that's because this year hasn't reached 2077 yet...but all the previous ones have been rated.

In a city like this, it's not unusual to pull the trigger on someone else, or to be shot by someone else...but the former is better than the latter.

In this case, a rich person or a small executive in a company can also make himself a member of a trauma group.

The common people and poor people can only make do with the cheapest medical packages at the public hospitals in Night City that are comparable to garbage dumps, or at small clinics on the street, and then pray that they will never need them. .

After all, sometimes it's one thing whether you can save it, but another thing whether it will be sold to a scavenger.

In many public hospitals and clinics, in order to earn more money, the medical staff there are related to scavengers... or even opened by scavengers.

Therefore, it is really important to find a trustworthy prosthetic doctor in Night City.

It may not be possible to use it, but if it is used, it will at least ensure that it will not be dismantled into parts and used to buy on the black market.

——Especially the mercenary profession, where one’s head is tied to one’s belt.

Combat injuries or prosthetic maintenance are inseparable from dealing with a prosthetic doctor.

Not to mention that in order to complete their employer's commission and increase their chances of survival, most of them will invest the money they earn in upgrading and replacing their prosthetics.

This leads to the fact that compared to ordinary people, the prosthetic bodies of those mercenaries who have been around for a long time are often worth a lot of money.

If you don't have a trustworthy prosthetic doctor, you may end up being sold to a scavenger.

"Having said that, I have not sworn the Hippocratic Oath."

In a small single-family building in Heywood, Lin Qiao put down the instrument used to adjust the prosthetic body and sighed.

In fact, let alone a doctor's declaration, he doesn't even have a basic medical license.

The famous song "Bobo Chicken" by Ganglie Band was playing on the speaker... No matter how you think about it, this should not be played during surgery.

No, rather, staying quiet during surgery should be the most correct choice.

The cute idol's voice made the atmosphere inside and outside the operating room extremely exciting.

Although the volume was not loud, it still made Man Yin, who was waiting outside, sigh deeply... How should I put it, he felt powerless in all aspects.

He turned his attention to the news broadcast on TV, but he was too disturbed by the "Bobo Chicken" brainwashing in his ears to calm down.

After waiting for about ten minutes, the closed door opened with a "ding" sound like a microwave heating up something.

"How's Rebecca?" Main asked aloud.

"Fortunately, my head was only scratched by a piece of glass and two bullets were lodged in the prosthetic hand. The rest is fine."

Lin Qiao stretched out her hand to indicate that it was nothing serious.

"I gave her anesthesia. It will probably take a few minutes before she wakes up."

Nebula gas is of excellent anesthesia quality and can also control the duration of a person's coma.

The most important thing is that you don’t have to spend any money.

Looking at Man Yin who was relieved, he had changed a lot compared to a few years ago.

Specifically, there are more prosthetics on the body, and the whole person looks stronger because of it.

Although the transmitter in the hand is not the latest model, it is indeed a military-grade prosthesis.

Looking around, Lin Qiao asked, "Where is Pila?"

"Similar to Rebecca, he was injured, but more serious than Rebecca. Dolio sent him to other prosthetics doctors."

"So it is."

Nodding to express his understanding, he said that his sister was injured, and why did he only see Manin, but Pila, his brother, did not come.

Emotions themselves are also wounded.

At this time, the door of the operating room opened again, Rebecca moved her arms and walked out.

There was a bandage tied around his head, and he was wearing only basic underwear under a black cyberpunk style jacket.

As she moved and stretched, her black fat belly was vaguely exposed...

That being said, that flat figure is really a bit off-putting.

Of course, I have to admit that there are indeed many people who are interested in her type.

Compared to Mann, who has changed significantly over the years, Rebecca... is still the same Rebecca, the same Rebecca.

So is she really not taking anti-aging drugs?

"....What's that look in your eyes?" The look down from Lin Qiao made Rebecca raise her eyebrows.

"It's okay, I just lament the huge gap between people. It is obvious that some people do not take anti-aging drugs, but they can easily achieve the results that others can achieve by spending a lot of money."

Rebecca grinned like an angry Chihuahua, showing her back molars.

But in the end there was no attack.

How should I put it? Over the past two years, I have accepted and got used to it. Although I don’t want to accept the fact that I can’t grow taller.

And when completing the commission, her appearance was indeed very deceptive and brought a lot of convenience.

"Also, coming to someone else's store early in the morning and knocking on the door is really disturbing the public..."

"....Stop talking nonsense, it can help you increase your sales, so just smile."

Because I don’t have a medical license, I am too lazy, and I turn left when I go out and walk less than 400 meters, I find another prosthetic doctor with all the certificates.

So except for acquaintances, generally no one would come to his place...

Logically speaking, one should live a life of poverty.

Well, it stands to reason.

Lin Qiao spread her hands helplessly: "Even if you say so, I never wanted to make money from this kind of thing... In the end, it's just a hobby."

"Hey, damn rich man...the money was transferred to you." Rebecca curled her lips.

Living and surviving are different.

She and Manyin were very sad again, and realized this in Lin Qiao.

At present, Lin Qiao's identity is set as a distant relative who finally left Arasaka's senior management due to failure in the factional struggle. He is living a hard life by running a small clinic alone.

At least on the surface.

No matter what, it's normal for someone who was once a high-level associate of Arasaka to have hundreds of millions of dollars, right?

.....Although this is still superficial.

Chapter 332 This is a wake-up call

Kaoru Fujioka is dead, died a long time ago.

Factional struggles and such are naturally just excuses to cover up.

The main reason is simply that after having Saburo Arasaka as the ultimate tool man, his value to Lin Qiao has almost disappeared.

Rather than dedicating an extra portion of genetic factors and mind to control a dispensable substitute, it would be more convenient to dispose of it directly.

And now there is no need for him to worry about the affairs over Arasaka.

——Arasaka Saburo is in control of the overall situation. All he needs to do is control Arasaka Saburo.

In this way, instead of going to the company and sitting in the office every day to show off, it is better to do something that interests you.

For anti-justice knowledge, you only need to find a few relevant researchers or prosthetic doctors for free.

And it is hidden in the city.

If the time-traveler opposite really plans to take action, the company's top executives will be easier to target.

But having said that, through Arasaka's strength, he has been searching for several years without finding any trace of him. This guy is too good at hiding...

"Speaking of which, do you have any Sian Westan here?"

Just when Lin Qiao sat down and was still thinking about things, Man Yin suddenly asked.

Then he met Lin Qiao's look, "You know what you're asking, right?"

Sean Westan, nicknamed Accelerated Tenderloin.

Like Krenzikov, it can greatly enhance the user's reaction ability in a short period of time by stimulating the brain - in layman's terms, it is bullet time.

But unlike Krenzikov, a lower-level substitute who can only increase his reaction ability.

While Sianwestein enhances reaction ability, it will also greatly enhance the human body's movement ability, achieving an acceleration effect that goes hand in hand with reaction ability.

Although it is also because of this that the burden it brings is not as big as usual, but in the Night City where street gangs are fiercely fighting, its obvious powerful characteristics are still sought after by people.

Even Lin Qiao never really expected to make money by opening a clinic from the beginning.

Or as he himself said, it's just pure interest and pretense.

But this kind of best-selling product must be prepared, otherwise it will be too unnatural.

"No, no, no, I don't mean those regular models!"

Seeing that Lin Qiao had misunderstood something, Man Yin quickly waved his hand.

Just when he was about to say something, he saw the latter raising a finger and making a "shh, lower your voice" gesture.

——There are still people sleeping upstairs.

Man Yin, who understood this, could only lower his voice and said closer: "...Anyway, I'm talking about military-grade Si'an Westan. Do you have any?"

"Military grade?"

Lin Qiao looked Man Yin up and down.

Most of his body has been transformed into a prosthetic body for combat, and the hard subcutaneous armor cannot be penetrated by bullets.

It's just that the consequence of this is that while the combat power is much stronger than others, the burden on the body is not as heavy as usual.

After all, not everyone is V Zhentian.

What if there was another military-grade Sian Westan...

"Let me ask first, have you had any symptoms recently such as hand tremors, loss of muscle control, or tinnitus?"

"No."

Man Yin shook his head decisively. After so many years since his debut, he probably knew the purpose of Lin Qiao's questions.

"You don't suspect that I have cyberpsychosis, do you?"

"No, I'm just reminding you in advance based on the principle of a doctor's benevolence. After all, the burden that military-grade Sian Westan puts on the body is unmatched by other prosthetics."

"I know that."

Main said solemnly, Dolio had already talked to him about this, but the reward for this order was too generous... Although that bastard Faraday was unwilling to reveal the contents of the commission in advance, which made people feel uncomfortable. of.

Besides, at his point, it would be unrealistic to downgrade the prosthetic body.

There are too many enemies on the road. Although the commission given by the middleman is high in reward, it is also very dangerous. At this time, the prosthetic body is downgraded, which is completely seeking death.

What's more, as long as he completes this order, he will be a big step closer to his dream.

——Like most dream chasers who come to Night City, he wants to become a legend.

"Anyway, just tell me if you have it, right?"

Manyin scratched his head a little irritably.