If we want to say that the most complex and sophisticated instrument on this planet is undoubtedly human beings themselves.
All man-made things born in the prosperous era are nothing compared to the miraculous craftsmanship of nature.
And even if they spent their short lives, the old scholars could not completely decipher all the secrets hidden by the Creator in this living organism.
This "machine" is almost omnipotent.
Although he always has more unsolved problems than solved ones, in the face of time, all known problems seem to have solutions in the end.
However, this machine is not designed for a single purpose, so it will inevitably have its limits in specific fields.
And if you want to break through this limit——
You must give up your identity as a human being.
The moment you wake up from the resurrection point, the midnight chicken killing is decided.
In order to become stronger——
He is no longer a human being!
At least this life is over!
…
"Have you thought about it? Once you embark on this road, the heavy shackles will accompany you for the rest of your life, and you will never have the chance to look back... quack quack."
Boulder Military Industrial Building.
Prosthetic modification laboratory.
Looking at the man lying on the operating table, Yin Bosi had a twisted smile on his face.
Although he could smile more amiably, he didn't really want to.
The engineers and doctors nearby have long been accustomed to their boss's bad taste and have become accustomed to it.
All construction tools including saws, wrenches, hammers, countless flexible robotic arms and various cutter heads suspended above the operating table have been prepared.
As long as the customer nods his head in front of the camera lens and establishes the final status of life and death, they can immediately start extensive construction on this guy's body.
However, what made Yin Bosi slightly disappointed was that the man lying on the operating table did not show any fear or anxiety because of his words.
That crisp answer was as if the person lying on the operating table was not himself at all, but something else.
"Hurry up! Stop dragging your feet."
Seeing this guy urging him, Yin Bosi was slightly stunned, and then said with a smile.
"as you wish."
After that, he waved.
The doctors and engineers waiting aside didn't waste any time and immediately started working on the equipment.
Lying on the operating table, he simply killed the chicken in the middle of the night. He closed his eyes and didn't even look at the bloody scene. He just went offline to do other things.
The human skeleton determines the basic framework of the human being and also determines the upper limit of the human being.
Even if the quality of a powerful awakened person in a certain field far exceeds that of ordinary people, it will not break away from the category of human beings and become a monster.
Therefore, the first thing Jushi Military Industry has to do is to replace the entire vertebrae, as well as the bones in various parts of his legs, arms, etc., using titanium alloy to replace calcium salts, and using pure electronic control units to replace complex bioelectrical signals and chemicals.
Exchange of signals.
Then, the construction workers replaced his original organic skin with 10-thick special prefabricated steel plates, and used complex and reliable motors and power units to fill his body, which was larger than one circle.
There was a buzzing sound in the operating room.
Sometimes it was the sound of sawing bones, sometimes it was hammering metal, and sometimes it was the buzz of arc welding. Blood flew everywhere, and burnt charcoal residue fell on the ground.
This place doesn't look like an operating room at all, more like a workshop.
that's the truth.
Under the flicker of electric sparks, a "metal giant" nearly three meters tall and burly and majestic gradually took shape.
His left arm is fitted with a one-meter-long chain saw, which can be replaced with the manipulator at the front end, while his right arm is a 19-caliber barrel of the same type as the XB-1 "Roarer" bolter.
It is as foldable as the one-meter-long chain saw, and can also be combined with the mechanical mechanism on the front of the forearm.
Hand replacement.
It can be used as a heavy rifle to fire armor-piercing rounds, or as support equipment to fire air-burst grenades of the same caliber.
As for the power source of the armor, it is a metal hydrogen battery that weighs three kilograms and has a battery life of up to one week.
It is no exaggeration to say that he is a walking woodcutter + a self-propelled recoilless gun, and he also has front armor with a thickness of 30 mm.
The helmet is the hardest part.
After all, that is the place with the most flesh and blood left in the entire body, and it is also the center of information processing for the entire armor, so it naturally needs to be protected intensively.
If possible, Midnight Killer actually plans to install two rocket launchers on his chest.
But unfortunately, this suit of armor was not ordered by him, but a new experimental product produced by Jushi Military Industry. As a "guinea pig", he only has the right to choose whether to wear this piece of equipment for free, and does not have the power to DIY it.
power.
The entire set of armor was completely designed by the product research and development department of Jushi Military Industry, and the name of the project is the "Power Warrior" project.
As the name suggests, it is to directly replace the redundant burdens on the human body with wearable power armor, thus creating self-propelled armor driven by humans.
Under such a design, one can still survive even if the heart is punctured, because there is no such thing as a heart. Instead, there is a blood pump with a simple structure. The digestive system has also been completely omitted, replaced by a system that inputs nutrient solution.
material port, and a waste port for discharging metabolites.
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As the transformation progresses, this weapon system called "Power Warrior" has completely become a part of Midnight Killer's body.
Standing next to the operating table, Yin Bosi watched with an intoxicated smile on his face, admiring with satisfaction that the masterpiece he conceived was gradually taking shape.
This was his idea after watching the combat video of the Jungle Corps.
In pursuit of greater power, those green-skinned guys actually transformed themselves into half-meat, half-mechanical lumps of iron.
In his opinion, this idea is simply brilliant!
It is worthy of vigorous promotion in the society of organisms!
If the residents of Boulder City had such high awareness and pursuits, Jushi Military Industry would have become the world's number one military industry company!
Unfortunately, most people are opposed to using mechanical prostheses to replace body parts. Instead, those "flashy" bionic prostheses are more popular.
Most mercenaries only cautiously install one or two prosthetics when they have to.
Fortunately, there is no shortage of good people with high-level interests and pursuits in the Alliance.
Their ideas are completely different from ordinary people's, even to the point of being deviant in the eyes of ordinary people. They are extremely receptive to all kinds of weird mechanical prosthetics, and they dare to install any inexplicable parts on their bodies.
With the support of such a group of lovely people, more professional equipment, and rich experience in designing combat prosthetics, there is no reason why Jushi Military Industry cannot come up with something more awesome!
Yin Bosi is full of confidence in this.
His "Power Warrior" plan will innovate on the traditional "power armor" concept and completely integrate people and weapons into one!
This will be like never before!
Of course, because many bionic parts are too scarce and expensive, his design idea is even simpler and cruder than those of mutants' prosthetics, directly using machine structures to replace some parts that originally required the installation of bionic organs.
As for the power source, due to the lack of nuclear fuel, even if the Alliance has a black box that can make fusion batteries, it can only temporarily use chemical batteries instead.
However, even if there are numerous inconveniences, they still cannot affect the power of this war machine.
This equipment is tailor-made for the Jungle Corps!
However, unlike Yin Bosi, who looked appreciative and intoxicated, the surgeon standing next to the operating table had a numb face.
Especially when he saw the intestines and minced meat discarded in the plastic bucket at his feet, he couldn't help but smack his tongue.
"……this home
This guy is probably crazy."
"Be more confident and change 80% to 100% and you're right," an engineer wearing a hard hat couldn't help complaining after wiping off the blood stains on the tablet terminal. "Who in their right mind would change themselves to 100%?" This look.
No need to doubt.
If one day he changes himself like this, his wife may have to divorce him before the next day.
No one would want to live with a monster. To become like this is basically equivalent to giving up all the attributes of a human being.
After all, why should we pursue strength and pursue this?
Isn’t it bad to be a human being?
“Are all those guys living in shelters freaks?”
"What the heck, hand me the saw."
"Give."
Of course, in addition to the guys who had similar ideas to him, there were also people who looked at the iron lump on the operating table with admiration.
These guys gave up being human in order to pursue the ultimate power that can fight against the many evils in the wasteland. These guys are true warriors!
The engineer operating the tool respectfully installed the 19-barrel that symbolized his identity, and tightened the last screw.
A power warrior costing as much as 500,000 yuan is now completed!
Killing the chicken at midnight is still sleeping and has not woken up.
Yin Bosi stared at this perfect steel body and admired it for a while. When his eyes stopped on his face, he suddenly let out a light sigh and touched his chin.
This face...
Why does it look familiar to him?
I always feel like I’ve seen it somewhere?
At this time, the midnight killer who was lying on the operating table shook his head, woke up from his sleep, and then sat up from the operating table.
The doctor next to him was startled and said quickly.
"Sir, it's best for you not to exercise strenuously now. Although we have given you tissue repair fluid to speed up wound healing, it's better for you to take it easy."
Hearing this kind reminder, Midnight Killer smiled innocently, raised his huge arm and touched the back of his head with his unskilled robotic hand.
"It's okay, I feel like I've almost recovered."
Although the recovery speed of players of the Strength system is not as good as that of the Constitution system, it is still outstanding compared with other systems.
He feels so good now!
I can't wait to go to the nearby city immediately and find some crawlers to practice with.
wrong--
With his current equipment, it would be a waste to find a Creeper to train with. If he wanted to find one, he would have to find an evolved form like Tyrant or Decay Rider.
How else to demonstrate the combat effectiveness of this set of equipment?
Seeing the midnight-killing chicken jumping off the operating table, Yin Bosi put away his previous suspicions and said with a satisfied smile on his face.
"Your recovery speed is indeed different from ordinary people. Generally speaking, even if you fully recover, the phantom pain and discomfort after surgery will last for about three or four days... How do you feel anyway?
He knocked on the breastplate with his fist, listening to the crisp and muffled sound, he grinned.
"I feel so full of strength that I can even twist my own head off!"
Yin Bosi coughed when he heard this and quickly gave instructions.
"I advise you not to do this... After all, this is equipment worth half a million yuan. If you die accidentally before going on the battlefield, I won't be able to recover the precious experimental data."
Midnight Killer said with a smile.
"Don't worry, I'm not stupid, how can I screw my own head for fun.
After that, he walked out the door.
The doctor on the side saw that he was about to leave and quickly stopped him.
"Wait a minute. In order to prevent possible rejection, I suggest you stay here for observation for a few hours before leaving."
Any foreign tissue that enters an immunocompetent host will inevitably undergo rejection reactions of varying severity.
While this can technically be eliminated, the
They have never implanted so many prostheses into a client at one time.
Midnight Shaji waved his hand and said nonchalantly.
"It's okay, it's okay. If there's anything wrong, I'll just come back and take a look. I've received a mission here and I have to set off now."
"Task??"
The doctor was stunned for a moment and looked at him in surprise, as if he were looking at a monster.
Midnight Killer smiled heartily, nodded and said.
"Well, it's a coincidence that I just came to work."
He was browsing the official website when he went offline, and suddenly saw a pop-up window popping up on the taskbar. He couldn't help but get excited and immediately returned online.
Coincidentally, when he came up, the NPC next to the operating table happened to be tightening the last screw on his "Power Warrior" system.
This operation was almost completed in a step-by-step manner!
"But……"
The doctor's expression was still hesitant, and he obviously wanted to persuade him again, but Yin Bosi stopped him.
"Let him go."
Looking at the young man who turned around and walked towards the elevator, Yin Bosi continued speaking slowly with an appreciative smile on his face.
"For such a positive kid, you actually have the heart to pour cold water on his enthusiasm... Tsk, tsk, that's really inhumane."
The doctor turned around and looked at his boss with a dumbfounded look.
It’s okay to have no humanity…
Who is inhumane?
After a pause, Yin Bosi continued in a cheerful tone.
"Besides, I also want to see the actual combat data of this equipment as soon as possible so that I can improve the next version."
He was extremely grateful for his original decision.
It’s great to be a part of the Alliance!
…
Pinecone Farm.
The sunshine in winter is not strong, and is even a bit cold. It shines on people's faces as ice-cold as if they were soaked in cold water.
A confused expression is printed on every face in this settlement.
People looked at each other with eyes full of fear, as if they were looking at a wild beast, fearing that it would suddenly go crazy in the next second...
In fact, in a sense, the serfs living in a huge settlement like Pinecone Farm can be regarded as free people. They do not work in shackles, they are just tied to the land.
You are not allowed to leave the ground beneath your feet without permission.
They are slaves, but not entirely. They work 15 hours a day instead of 24 hours. They have their own property, but they do not own it completely. They only have the right to use "the part that the master allows him to use."
The average family here usually has a wooden house, a few children, a small piece of arable land or "allotment", and a few fruit trees.
The food grown in the allotted land is mainly eaten by themselves, and in addition to cultivating their own land, they also need to cultivate the farmer's fields.
If you want to use the farmer's mills, machines, fertilizers and other production tools, or the high-yielding seeds occasionally brought by wastelanders, you will need to pay an additional tax.
Since there is no currency here, the type of tax is usually not fixed. Sometimes it is three chicks and fifteen eggs, sometimes two jars of jam. It is usually announced at the beginning of the year.
This is farming.
And if you are running a hotel, making paper pulp and making furniture, or other handicrafts, the products that need to be offered will become something else.
Hammer is a serf here, and he is the most common kind of serf.
Although this name is a bit strange, it is not strange at all when placed in Pinecone Farm.
His neighbor also had a young man named Bench. Unfortunately, half of his face was chewed off by his mother-in-law last night and he has already passed away.
The memory of last night was not very clear. He only remembered that he went to bed very early and when he woke up, he was not lying in bed, but standing on the street with many people.
At that time, he was scared to death. He thought it was a miracle from the Holy Son, and he quickly knelt on the ground and prayed to the Holy Son...
It was not until the alliance later reported what happened at night on the radio and saw corpses being carried out of the settlement and buried that he gradually remembered the memory of Mohu and realized what had happened to himself and others.
…
That's a nightmare.
He was only thankful that he and his family were still alive. Although he was crazy, he did not eat anyone or was killed.
Before dawn, he went to his neighbor's house to take a look and found that the crazy woman had hanged herself, leaving only a child huddled in swaddling clothes and crying there.
Maybe it was a mother's instinct, maybe it was because she had been chewing on her husband's body for a long time, but she didn't eat the child as well.
Hammer couldn't bear it anymore, so he took the poor child back to his home and gave him the same scrawled name as his father.
From now on, the bench has changed from a young man in his twenties to a half-grown child.
He would have to talk to the person in charge for a while.
I believe that the adult will understand him and count the child as his. In this way, he will be able to pay less rations this winter.
In order to change his mood, he walked outside the house and took a deep breath. However, the lingering smell of blood made his mood never get better.
But now is not the time to be in a daze.
According to the rules, he must rush to the cowshed with farm tools before dawn and wait for the supervisor in charge to arrange today's work.
After running through several dirt roads, he panted and pushed open the fence and entered the door, finally reaching the cowshed before being late.
There were many people standing under the dilapidated wooden shed.
Seeing that everyone was almost there, Bangtou panicked, thinking that he would probably be whipped, so he walked over bravely.
However, at this time, he was surprised to see that the supervisor who usually guarded the door was missing.
Strange!
The sun is really shining in the west today!
Walking into the shed, Haotou soon realized that he seemed to be happy too early. It was not that the supervisor had not come, but was standing with several servants under the housekeeper to discuss something.
His heart that had just been relieved tightened again, and he walked over timidly.
"grown ups……"
He was just about to explain the matter to the bench family and ask if he could pay less rations at the end of the year, but the supervisor impatiently drove him away.
"Get lost, I have no time to care about you."
Not even bothering to look at the hammer, he warned the mud-legged guy to stay away with his eyes, and then continued to discuss quietly with the servants.
"Captain Luo Feihui seems to be dead too..."
"Don't he have a younger brother?"
"His brother is just a centurion, what good can he do!"
"It's difficult to handle. He seems to have the most ideas."
"Where are the other officers? What do they think?"
"It's hard to say..."
I could vaguely hear the whispers of those people, and a confused expression appeared on Haotou's face.
What are they talking about?
What made him most uneasy was not the rebellious words they said, but the fact that they stood here and said them unscrupulously.
This settlement seems to be changing...
Unable to fit into that circle, Hammer could only go where he should go, standing with the farmers standing in small groups.
Perhaps because they saw the supervisors talking about the master and his family unscrupulously, these guys who were usually obedient became bolder.
"The master is gone...what should we do?"
"Oh, if he didn't want to plant those fruits and invited those magic sticks from the south to chant scriptures, how could this happen?"
"That's right! Isn't it good to plant camu camu?"
"There's nothing I can do about it, the camu camu can't be sold at a high price. The factory owners in the north don't accept it this year for some reason."
"Why!
"
Everyone sighed more and more as they talked, feeling worried about each other, but there was nothing they could do.
They were not entirely worried about the uncertain future, but more importantly, they didn't know who to blame.
yes.
Who is to blame?
Should we blame the factory owners in the River Valley Province for not taking care of their business, or should we blame the farms in the Luoxia Province for taking away their business? Or maybe it’s the slanderous people around the master, or the master himself is a little bit confused.
Already.
Of course, the alliance is not a good thing either.
If they hadn't sneaked in and irritated those gangsters, those people wouldn't have suddenly done such an extreme thing.
Pinecone Wood Farm is the largest settlement in Jinhe City. Will sacrificing this settlement bring any benefit to the church?
They have joined the Torch Church a long time ago and dedicated everything to the Supreme Son. There is no reason for those people to come to harm them.
After all, this makes no logical sense at all.
The shepherd would occasionally take a sheep out of the pen and kill it, but no madman would kill all the sheep at once.
This is no good at all!
Seeing everyone shaking their heads and sighing, Ye Tou couldn't help but say.
"What are you talking about...doesn't the master still have a daughter alive?"
Everyone looked at each other in disbelief.
A man with a wrinkled face couldn't help but remind him.
"She's only eight years old."
"So what? Even if she is only eight years old...she still has the blood of the master, and she is also the heir to this farm. If such a big thing happens, she must take care of us." When he said this, Hammer's head
In fact, I have a little bit of selfishness in my heart.
The master is hard to deceive and has a hard heart, but the child should be easy to deceive, and his nose and tears will definitely make him soft-hearted.
If that young lady is really allowed to be a farmer, life in the future will not be easier. After all, he is just a farmer, so who should he farm for?
The farmer on the side agreed.
"Someone really has to take care of it."
Although he didn't think that an eight-year-old child could take care of anything, he agreed with the second half of this guy's sentence. Someone really had to take care of it.
Other farmers also nodded in agreement.
At this moment, a loud voice came from the side.
"That's right! It can't go on like this. Someone really needs to take care of it!"
While he was talking, the supervisor came over.
When everyone saw that face, they dispersed in fear, but they didn't expect that the usually fierce-looking man now had a warm smile on his face.
Coconut head is the most surprised.
Because just a few minutes ago, he was glared hard by the supervisor.
That vicious dog-like look...
But he was almost scared out of his soul.
Not paying attention to everyone's scared expressions, the supervisor continued with a smile.
"Whether it's the respected young lady, a captain, or someone under the steward... there has to be someone who can take charge of the situation."
Looking at the people who were whispering and even nodding in agreement, the smile on the overseer's face became brighter, although there was a bit of ridicule behind the smile.
These guys are born to be animals, just like sheep in a sheepfold. Even if you take them outside, they can't go far at all.
Things have changed in this farm. These guys are still thinking about what work to do today and whether they can pay less rations tomorrow.
Sure enough, slaves remain slaves for life.
But he was different.
What others saw was the sky falling, but what he saw was the hope of becoming a master.
Looking at the smile on the overseer's face, Hammer suddenly shuddered.
What made him shudder was not the coldness in the smile, and he couldn't see anything at that level, but that something like that happened just a few hours ago.
Wow, this guy can still laugh.
The overseer didn't look at him at all, but continued in his loud voice.
"Now is the time when future farmers need us. Let's go to the gate of the manor to fight together. Whoever is willing to come out and take charge of the overall situation, we will support him."
"Who wants to go with me?"
If he can stand by his future master when he needs it most, with this merit, he might even be able to become the steward of the farm and reach the sky in one step!
However, he kept an eye on it and cleverly used the word "future farmer" so that even if he bet on the wrong thing, he could change his mind in time without losing track of his words.
What if?
It is not completely impossible if the officers reach a consensus and decide to support the young lady.
Everyone looked at each other, but they didn't think as much as he did, they were just plain scared.
There is an unwritten rule on this farm. Unless the steward orders them to help in the manor, they are not allowed to go near the master's manor.
Moreover, farming is their job.
Running around before finishing work is not something you can get away with with a few whips. You might even get shot.
Seeing the concern in those eyes, the supervisor smiled and continued.
"Don't worry, today is an exception! I can guarantee that even if you don't do farm work today, no one will punish you!"
After hearing these words, everyone finally put aside their worries and agreed excitedly, completely siding with the overseer.
Under the call of the supervisor, everyone carried farm tools and headed towards the manor. Although Hammer didn't want to get involved and just wanted to do farm work, seeing that everyone had gone, he had no choice but to follow.
Perhaps because of the horrific nightmare last night, there were no people on the relatively spacious streets, and there were no soldiers on patrol.
However, when he arrived at the gate of the manor, the supervisor was dumbfounded. He saw that there was already a sea of people in front of the grand gate, and there were all kinds of people.
Obviously, he was not the only one with opportunistic ideas, and everyone happened to come up with the idea together.
But unfortunately, the most crucial person who stood up and took charge of the overall situation was missing.
There is no competition here for the position of farmer.
He neither saw those powerful officers, nor the eight-year-old young lady, nor the master's confidant housekeeper.
Only a few Union soldiers stood at the door.
Seeing more and more people gathering on the street, the man who was standing at the door to quit smoking felt very nervous.
The alliance's Guards Corps had already controlled several officers on the farm. Those guys were very cooperative after seeing the power of the mind interference device, but they didn't expect that the serfs who were least likely to cause trouble actually started making trouble.
The murderous dagger glanced guiltily and quit smoking.
"What on earth do they want to do..."
These people just stood there and didn't say anything.
I quit smoking and swallowed.
"How would I know……"
They had just received intelligence from the Army Command and heard that mutant troops were on their way here, but they didn't know exactly from which direction they were coming.
The manager asked them to be more careful and protect the psychic interference device located in the annex.
At this juncture, they have no time to care about these guys.
Staring like this is no way to quit smoking. He cleared his throat and shouted loudly in a less than standard Chinese couplet.
"Friends from Pinecone Wood Farm, what are you doing here?"
There was a commotion in the crowd.
After a while, one person mustered up the courage to shout.
"We want to know... who the new farmer is and where the housekeeper is. Someone has to arrange today's work."
Someone soon responded, and everyone nodded along.
"without
wrong!"
"Please...help us call the master here.
Harmful!
That’s it!
Quit smoking smiled when he heard this and answered without thinking.
"Don't worry, there will be no more farmers here!"
"You have been liberated, and the food you grow is your own. Go home!"
After finishing his pretense, he quit smoking and was waiting for people to cheer, but he didn't expect that as soon as he finished speaking, the originally peaceful scene suddenly exploded.
Hearing that there were no farmers here anymore, Bangtou, who was standing in the crowd, felt panicked. Just as he was about to speak, the supervisor next to him changed his face and shouted before him.
"How can that be done!"
This chapter has been completed!