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Chapter 95 Prosthetic Activation Procedure

Near a city before World War II, on a flying yacht, there is a soldier drop pod——

"Hey, hey, Boss Baozi, I've arrived at the place you mentioned. Report the coordinates, East District 3, the coordinates are 1141·3134·9242."

"Very good, I airdropped."

"Wait a minute, I haven't finished eating the dough sticks yet."

Before he finished speaking, there was a 'Puch' sound. On the controller display, the hatch button was opened, and the four 'airdrop chambers' were emptied directly. The next moment, four 'refrigerator'-shaped projection chambers were sprayed out from the belly of the nuclear-powered yacht, passing through

Passing through the white clouds, it raised a sound barrier and fell to the ground at a very fast speed.

"Good job. It's hard to find ancient ruins these days. I spent a lot of money to get the coordinates of this 'Atomic City'."

"Baozi, you idiot!!!"

When the 'airdrop cabin' was about 3km above the ground, the stress program was automatically activated. A large number of pores were dug out on the surface of the airdrop cabin, and steam began to be ejected. At the same time, the parachute opened. Under the combined effect of the two, it began to fly towards the agreed place.

.

However, there were only three functional airdrop silos, and there was one left, which was launched with a missile and resolutely crashed into the sea at a furious speed.

In the communication channel——

"Uh huh huh?"

"Damn it, the refrigerator is cold?"

"He didn't trigger the landing procedure?"

"What happened to Baozi?"

"It's impossible. This airdrop warehouse of mine is exclusively used by special forces of a large military group. The probability of failure is 0.0041%. It's impossible for anything to happen."

Baozi asked doubtfully: "Did the hacker not hack thoroughly when he hacked into the program?"

"Damn, I thought it was a genuine product, but I didn't expect you actually bought a pirated version, Baozi!"

"Nonsense, the genuine version is so expensive. You only lost your life, but I lost money!"

"Hey, Baozi, you are a capitalist, I will hang you sooner or later!"

"Hang me, believe it or not, I will turn on the self-destruct button of the 'airdrop warehouse' right now."

"Damn it, this thing can actually self-destruct!"

The two sides had no consciousness of employer and employee at all, and began to quarrel with each other. It was not until the airdrop cabin successfully landed and the hatch was opened that this elegant conversation came to an end.

With a 'puff' sound, and with the sound of the air pump, the two load-bearing doors were slowly lifted up, and two fully armed prosthetic warriors faced each other. Among them, I, the big muscle tyrant, sprayed white unknown liquid on my face.

"So exciting?" the righteous security steward said in shock, resolutely keeping a certain distance.

"It's exciting! This is the soy milk I just drank," I wiped my face angrily and threw away the half-eaten fried dough sticks.

"The refrigerator is hung up, where is the cook?"

The two of them looked at the last airdrop warehouse together. The big muscle tyrant stretched out his metal finger and knocked on the door.

"Cook, are you dead?"

The door slowly opened, and another heavy-duty prosthetic warrior was revealed. As soon as he appeared, he asked doubtfully: "My exoskeleton seemed to be talking to me just now, did you hear it?"

The other two looked at each other.

"The combat exoskeleton is still talking. Are you hallucinating? Do you have money to buy a combat program?"

At this moment, Baozi's usual obscene laughter came from above.

"Young men, dig your grave carefully. After the first seven days, I will come to pick you up, boss. Remember, you must find the legendary prosthetic body activation program. If you find it, it will be of great benefit!"

What responded to him was three middle fingers pointing upward.

After a short rest, the three players - Justice Security Steward, I Am Big Muscle Master, and Rock Chef God - rushed towards the Atomic City in the civilized era, and their purpose was to 'dig a grave'.

The relics of any civilization era are of great value, and Baozi heard from somewhere that there is a very special "prosthetic body activation program" in this relic. Any prosthetic body implanted with this program will be more efficient.

It will increase by 20% to 30%. As a prosthetic doctor, it is natural that he is itchy and can directly call his friends to start doing things.

"Wait a minute," halfway through, the righteous security steward suddenly stopped the two of them. On the bulletproof helmet, a small green dot began to automatically target. After the target was completed, the tactical prosthetic body of the arm was raised directly.

, with a 'pop', a small black dot in the sky fell.

"A drone from the civilized era, a level 18 ordinary monster."

Today's security butler is no longer a three-piece set of prosthetic security guards, but a set of first-level advanced prosthetics from the assembly line, all customized, with an automation rate of 70%.

"Drone? Is there a pilot?" I asked curiously.

"I'm not sure. Didn't Baozi say that we were not the first ones to come to this tomb? Maybe the tomb robbers before us accidentally touched something."

The Rock Chef God stared at the tattered concrete wall for a while and said coldly: "I smell the smell of war, and the smell of gasoline baking chips."

The other two did not doubt the other's judgment. After all, as a level 24 cybernetic knight, he was from a serious military camp, a scavenger-type profession, and did not have too many battlefield skills.

But this rock chef god is a bit strange. He is not a serious combatant, but a support cook, the so-called cook in the cooking team.

What's even weirder is that the people he serves are robots.

When it comes to cooking for a robot, he is a professional.

"Let's go, let's find what the capitalists want as soon as possible, and then search the graves to see if there are any good goods."

And where the drone wreckage fell, a series of weird electronic sounds sounded.

'An outsider is an outsider again.'

'Become ours.'

'No, it's to be who we are.'

'All for the great ideal!'



On the other side, the senior engineer was sitting on Mas Edge's nuclear-powered helicopter, passing through layers of radiation clouds and heading to a certain mobile base of Mas Edge.

"Mr. Gao, the radiation content in the clouds is too high. You can choose radiation needles or radiation protective clothing."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The robot's palm poked out a green needle and a button.

The senior engineer shook his head and looked out the window. Under the thick clouds, black, red, blue, and white lights flashed alternately. In addition to the light, there was also thunder similar to the explosion of ammunition.

In the radiation clouds at an altitude of 10,000 meters, the radiation level is so strong that it even reaches the intensity of an S-level radiation field when passing through some clouds and fog.

During this process, Gao Gong's expression remained calm. Only on his exposed skin were bright red blood vessels bulging from time to time. Under the influence of these blood vessels, he seemed to have turned into a black hole, and the radiation that permeated the cabin

Everything can be sucked in, and nothing leaks out.

"Your biological implants are excellent, and you are worthy of being a senior leader of the Dugo Group."

After the robot complimented him, he suddenly changed his words and said, "So, do you mind if I become one of you?"

"kindness?"

"Look at me, as an advanced solid-state robot, I can help you adjust temperature, save energy, and reduce noise. In addition, I can also decorate houses, make furniture, make coffee, play mahjong, and even own a hundred

Twenty-one special sleeping positions, as long as you allow me, I will now connect to your skeletal system and complete the implantation."

As the robot spoke, the wires on its exterior trembled violently.

"If you need it, I can also install various entertainment modules to meet your other needs."

"..."

The senior engineer was silent for a while, then said: "Is your group so busy now? Even service robots have KPI requirements?"

"It must be some unruly employee who secretly implanted the transformation program. I will teach him a lesson."

Accompanied by a helpless female voice, the seat in front of the senior engineer automatically flipped up a screen, and the screen lit up, revealing a beauty with black skin, cat eyes, a bulging figure, and a suit. She had an inexplicable look.

Egyptian style.

"But I didn't expect that Mr. Du would ask you to come over."

"...Big Orange?"

The cat-eyed beauty rolled her eyes, "We are old acquaintances, and you can't even remember my name?"

"It's not that I can't remember it, it's that I don't know it at all," Gao Gong said modestly.

"..." The cat-eyed beauty choked for a moment, gritted her teeth and said, "Okay, let me formally introduce you, Miao Miaomiao, the head of the sales department of Mars Edge."

'This name is not as dignified as Daju.'

Gao Gong complained in his heart, but smiled on the surface: "So, old friend, are you happy to meet again?"

"It depends on what you brought over. Okay, if you want to be polite, we can wait until we meet. You can get off the plane first."

The senior engineer seemed to have sensed something. He looked out the window and saw that his vision suddenly opened up. The radiation clouds seemed to be dispersed by an invisible energy. What appeared in front of him was an orbiting spacecraft, commonly known as a sky aircraft carrier.

, but the huge energy cover covering nearly 500 meters shows how unique this aircraft is.

As we all know, the radiation layer of the Split Star is no longer as strong as some low-risk cosmic environments, and it is incredible that this aircraft carrier can maintain a stable operating attitude even in such an environment.

This is a second-order spacecraft, but it is a spacecraft that is testing third-order interstellar navigation technology.

As the aircraft entered the tarmac, the metal door slowly opened, and the senior engineer finally saw his old acquaintance again.

"Are you happy to see me?" Cat Lady stared at someone with emerald eyes and tilted her head to ask.


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