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Chapter 44 Late Night Surgery

 Under the influence of time regression, Yu Zhesen's consciousness was quickly brought back to reality from the edge of extinction.

The liquefied air also returned to its original state.

The Armor Hunter's abilities seemed to have been forcibly canceled by some force that overcame the rules of the world, but he himself did not immediately realize this change.

Yu Zhesen's figure that was originally stagnant in the liquefied air quickly landed on the ground. The exoskeleton armor's mobility was fully activated, and the lightsaber pulled out a long afterimage light curtain driven by the silver lightning.

The lightsaber sliced ​​open the bionic spine at the junction of the skull and body, sparks flying.

"Why..."

The armor hunter whose head was separated from his body was still able to speak, but Yu Zhesen pierced his head flying in mid-air with a lightsaber in the next second.

The blazing sword pierced Tianling Gai, burning its remaining human brain and modified neural circuits.

"The target's electronic signals and vital signs have disappeared." The armored microcomputer confirmed that the armor hunter had died both physically and physiologically.

Yu Zhesen turned off the lightsaber, and the burned head suddenly fell to the ground and rolled to his feet.

Switching the baton back to tactical flashlight mode, Yu Zhesen squatted down and took out a destroyed thinking chip from the highly cybernetic-modified head.

"Arclight 3..." Yu Zhesen murmured.

Yu Zhesen could not determine with the naked eye whether this thinking chip and Ke Ziqian's one came from the same source, but he just intuitively felt that there might be a connection between them.

"Commissioner A0717 report." Yu Zhesen connected to the communication of the Security Bureau's command center, "Please record my current location and send someone to recover the remains of the illegally modified body."

"Received, the coordinates have been recorded, and the nearest patrol personnel will be dispatched immediately." The personnel on duty had obtained Claire's permission in advance, and Yu Zhesen's request was temporarily given the highest priority.

After ending the communication, Yu Zhesen did not forget to check the prosthetic arm that he had chopped off before leaving, and recovered four martial arts chips from it.

In addition to the A-level martial arts Fenglan Fist and B-level martial arts energy-gathering shield that the armor hunter had demonstrated in front of him, there were also two disposable C-level chips.

"C-level martial arts recharge", a one-time support martial arts chip, can replenish 25% of the armor's energy life.

"C-level martial arts metal regeneration", a one-time support type martial arts chip, uses memory alloy to repair some damaged parts of the armor.

Yu Zhesen put all four recovered chips into the preparation slot of the martial arts module under the arm armor, and has no plans to use them for the time being.

Only the front breastplate of his Silver Flash Armor was damaged, but the light particle decomposition and chain transmission functions were intact. The environment he was in was not a dangerous area that could not be disarmed, so there was no need to waste precious one-time support.

Chip.

Two seconds after activating the weapon recovery, the armor on Yu Zhesen's body decomposed into light particles and dissipated in the air. These light particles will return the armor to the equipment warehouse of the Security Bureau for reorganization and maintenance.

In terms of the efficiency of the Technical Section of the Security Bureau, repairing this kind of damage that does not involve internal precision equipment should not be too simple, because the entire armor is modular, and only the damaged parts need to be replaced with new breastplate module parts.

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"Commissioner A0717, good evening, Yiguang is responsible for informing you that the armor 'Silver Flash' No. 1007 assigned to you is expected to complete maintenance in 30 minutes. During this period, unless there is a special emergency, please do not use the light particle transmission function."
"Understood." Yu Zhesen glanced at the bracelet and silently remembered the time when the maintenance was completed.

It is night after all. Although the technical department has logistics personnel on duty around the clock, the maintenance work will definitely be slower than during the day.

The pistol Claire handed him had also had its magazine empty, and he did not carry any spare ammunition before setting off.

In other words, in the next 30 minutes, the only weapon he can rely on is the multi-functional baton.

Without armor support, the baton can only switch between the two forms of tactical flashlight and extended baton, which is the "security-level weapon" that Yu Zhesen has always despised.

It should be enough to deal with the gangsters and gangsters in this old city, right? He thought that the citizens of Qidao were quite simple, and they wouldn't have outlaws openly attacking uniformed security bureau commissioners, right?

"Didn't you just get rid of such a dangerous person?"

Shi Xin suddenly appeared, his tone seemed to be dissatisfied with his taking things for granted.

"Yes, it should be almost done after finishing one, can there be another one?"

"I think you should be more responsible for your own safety and at least wait for the armor to be repaired." Shi Xin said.

"But now I'm just looking for a small advertisement along the street. I'm not going to fight with anyone."

Yu Zhesen felt that it was a bit stupid to stay in place and wait for the armor to be repaired for such a trivial matter.

Shi Xin was silent.

Yu Zhesen took a flashlight and examined the telephone pole in front of him carefully for a while, and suddenly felt that he had not heard Shi Xin speak for a long time.

In fact, it’s good to have someone to chat with you at this time.

As for why I didn’t choose Yi Guang... Nonsense, how could I, a great man of the new era, be associated with a loser like Sun Minghang!

"Time Heart?"

"What are you doing?" The answer in my mind was a little listless.

"You're still here, I thought you were offline."

After Yu Zhesen checked the telegraph pole, he still found nothing, but he was not discouraged and continued looking forward with a flashlight.

"As long as you are alive, I will always be on standby."

"Thank you just now."

"What are you referring to?"

Yu Zhesen smiled: "Although I was suffocated and my brain was a mess at that time, I heard those words."

"What did you hear?"

"You said you created a new world for me." Yu Zhesen sighed softly, "It's a pity that you can't appear in front of me, otherwise I would like to give you a hug."

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking." Shi Xin's voice sounded a bit resentful, "If my appearance was different from hers, would you still want to hug me?"

"Then what will become of you?"

"You haven't answered yet..."

"I'm not avoiding your question. I must know what you will become before I can answer it."

"The correct answer at this time is 'No matter what you become, I am willing to hug you'!" Shi Xin was a little crazy.

"But you can know what I'm thinking, right? I can't lie to you."

"Actually, I don't completely know what you are thinking. There is a strange connection between us, which I call the 'synchronization rate'. Only when the synchronization rate is very high can I think what you think and what you think."
Yu Zhesen peeled off an advertising flyer from a telephone pole and responded casually: "It sounds more and more sci-fi."

This is exactly the advertising flyer he is looking for.

The advertisement above matches the clues provided by Ma Yingxi.

"Which hospital is better for craniotomy reconstruction? Find Lao Zhang on Qinglong Street. Don't let your brain become a cage that imprisons your soul. The Arclight 3rd generation thinking chip integrates 36,000 microelectronic neural unit high-speed processors to enjoy the pleasure of thinking explosion.

You deserve it. For details, please consult Dr. Zhang’s contact number..."

Yu Zhesen stared at the address and contact information listed above, temporarily held the flashlight under his arm, took out his mobile phone and entered the phone number on the advertisement.

After waiting for more than ten seconds, the call was connected.

Yu Zhesen didn't speak, and the other party didn't make a sound either. The two sides remained silent for about 5 seconds.

"Hello? Is this Dr. Zhang?" Yu Zhesen took the initiative to speak.

"It's me, who are you?" The other party's voice was calm and calm, unique to engineering men.

"That's right, I saw the advertisement you left and I'm very interested in your surgery..."

"Do you want to implant Arc Light 3 thinking chips? I still have ready-made products here." Hearing that Yu Zhesen was interested in the surgery, the other party's voice became a little excited.

Yu Zhesen hesitated for a moment, then continued: "I have this idea, but I haven't made up my mind yet. Can I ask about surgery first..."

"Cost? I can give you a very favorable price here. Don't worry, the surgery is absolutely safe. I am professional." The other party began to persuade.

Yu Zhesen pretended to ponder for a moment and then said: "The cost is not an issue, it's just..."

"Just what?"

"I wonder how many successful surgical cases you have had before? Uh... I'm sorry, don't misunderstand me. I'm not questioning your academic level and operational ability... I'm just..."

"Just?"

"I'm just a little nervous, it's my first time after all..."

Dr. Zhang on the other end of the phone responded to him almost without hesitation: "It's okay, you can come to my clinic to learn more about it. You are welcome at any time."

At this time, Yu Zhesen vaguely heard a woman's voice on the phone.

A rapid and vague cry, seemingly meaningless language.

"Dr. Zhang, are you busy over there? Did I hear wrongly? A woman seemed to shout."

"I'm preparing for an operation. If there's nothing else, just come here first." After the other party finished speaking, he quickly hung up the phone.

Yu Zhesen held his cell phone and stared blankly for a while, then his eyes fell again on the address in bold font at the bottom of the advertisement.

No. 241 Qinglong Street.

"Are you still having surgery so late?"


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