Having said that, Song Lan was still a little moved.
In this strange 2166, there is a person who is worried about his own safety, and is even willing to use up his savings over the years for himself.
But, after Lu Xiang talked about the two methods of assessing rescuers, she ignored the third method, which was the most critical and what Song Lan wanted to know the most.
His ability is obviously not directly related to prosthetic body modification and physical training, so there is only the third way to explain it. However, from Lu Xiang's few words, Song Lan got a piece of information-can People who take the third path are not only extremely rare, but they should also receive "special care."
In other words, once this secret is discovered, his peaceful life will become farther and farther away from him.
Before this, he also tried to search for this kind of information on the Internet, but apart from fans boasting about their idols, he couldn't find any clear and instructive reference at all.
Even the three evaluation standards for rescuers were the first time he had heard of them.
Lu Xiang asked him about science for a long time, but still couldn't solve Song Lan's biggest question.
What level is he at now?
Before, he just realized that it was enough for him to avoid those mohawk-headed gangsters on the street. In addition, he was in the civilian department. In fact, there was no need to use violence to solve problems in his daily life and work. .
As a civilized person, Song Lan has never advocated using violence to solve problems.
But now the situation is different. He has to prepare for possible unexpected situations. The first step is to have a relatively accurate understanding of himself.
Song Lan was once a comic book lover. In addition to comics, he would often pay attention to the combat power lists of some comic characters. Therefore, he knew that the fastest way to determine the combat power of a new character was to introduce a combat power reference.
Therefore, Mr. Chai Ke, whose head is worth as much as 600,000 yuan, has become his best reference for combat power.
And now the person who can best answer this question is sitting next to him.
He pretended to be casual and asked, "Who is this Chai Ke? The reward of more than 600,000 yuan is worth my salary for several years."
"He is one of the largest smugglers in District 17. His usual job is to transport things from the city out of the city, and then transport things from outside into the city - supplies, arms, prosthetics, and people. There are many things outside. Many notorious wanted criminals were his clients, and his death caused the supply chain to be interrupted, and District 17 will not be peaceful for a long time to come."
While speaking, Lu Xiang turned his face toward the window with a thoughtful look on his face, looking at the city shrouded in night.
In fact, before today's incident, she had heard rumors that Chai Ke's clients were planning to rob the prison, but she didn't expect that Chai Ke would die in District 17 before those people could rob the prison.
"So, he should have had many prosthetics implanted, right?"
"The implantation level of Chai Ke's prosthetic body is 21%, and many of them are black goods that are not available on the market."
Considering that Song Lan may have no idea about this number, Lu Xiang added, "The degree of prosthetic implantation is a coefficient created by the assessment agency. You only need to know that in the event of an encounter, Chai Ke can solve it single-handedly." Get rid of our three special operations teams."
"real or fake?"
Song Lan was shocked, because for a long time in the past, he thought that the special operations team of the law enforcement department was the ceiling of their combat power here. The screening of the special operations team was extremely strict, and everyone who could join that team was a ruthless character.
But with such a group of ruthless characters, can Chai challenge three teams alone?
"Well, all of Chai Ke's bones have been modified, and bulletproof coatings have been implanted under his skin. Ordinary bullets are ineffective against him. To penetrate his skin, anti-equipment weapons are needed. In addition, he also transplanted a special graft on his left hand. Sla Technology’s 3701 model arc gun is a black product that cannot be bought on the market.”
The shock on Song Lan's face became more and more obvious. Although he couldn't understand some of the professional terms mentioned by Lu Xiang, he could roughly imagine that Chai Ke was almost equivalent to a humanoid Terminator walking on the street.
And he...
Actually punched a hole in the body of the "Terminator" that requires anti-material weapons to deal with?
Song Lan looked at his right hand almost subconsciously. Compared to Chai Ke, he was more surprised by his right hand.
If he had known in advance that Chai Ke had modified himself into a terminator, he would not have dared to punch the opponent directly from behind. What if he failed to break the defense and fractured his wrist?
After Lu Xiang's explanation, he realized what kind of terrifying thing he had hit before.
"Don't be nervous, I'm not asking you to transform yourself into Chai Ke."
Lu Xiang noticed the change in Song Lan's expression and said, "You only need to modify your hands and forearms, which will be enough to deal with Chai Ke's men."
"...Can I ask another question?"
"Just ask."
"How on earth did you catch Chai Ke?"
"Work confidential."
Lu Xiang said, "If you want to know, you can consider transferring to the special operations team."
"No, I'm afraid my colleagues will report me and kill someone intentionally."
Song Lan waved her hand quickly, "I think it's getting late, so you should rest early."
"Um."
…
After Lu Xiang returned to the bedroom, Song Lan sat in the living room for a long time. After confirming that there was no more noise in Lu Xiang's bedroom, she turned off the lights and quietly returned to her room.
Normally, he would have fallen asleep until the alarm on his phone woke him up the next day.
However, today, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking closely at his right hand.
Could it be that he has actually mastered skills such as the Fist of the North Star?
Besides, even the Fist of the North Star probably can't penetrate the bulletproof coating that requires anti-material weapons to penetrate, right?
In order to verify his suspicion, Song Lan finally turned his attention to the small safe under the bedside table. He vaguely remembered that when he promoted this safe online, he boasted that even Gatling could not penetrate its bulletproof coating.
Song Lan took a deep breath and clenched her fists.
The next moment, his eyes froze and he punched in one go.
"Boom——!"
Almost at the same time, his body twisted into the shape of a shrimp. He had to hold his breath to reduce the pain. In just a few seconds, Song Lan's face turned red.
Facing the fatal blow from the "Fist of the North Star", the safe remained motionless, seeming to be silently laughing at Song Lan's overestimation.
Chai Ke, it belongs to your uncle!
Song Lan turned her anger on Chai Ke. Just tell me, did your prosthetic body buy a fake when you went to X Duoduo?
After rolling around on the bed as Xiami for a while, Song Lan suddenly thought of something. He endured the pain in his right hand, sat up with renewed vigor, and then glanced at the clock on the wall.
May 7, 2166, 2:24 in the morning, Chai can harm me!
Song Lan silently made a note for Chai Ke in her heart.
His right hand was severely injured and it was obvious that he would not be able to fight again in a short time. He had to raise his left hand.
Having learned from the past, he just extended his index finger this time.
Holding his breath and concentrating, everything around him seemed to have nothing to do with him anymore.
The outstretched index finger lightly pressed against the side wall of the safe.
This time, Song Lan didn't use any force. He just moved his index finger forward slightly, and the fingertip was embedded into the inside of the safe.
I see.
Song Lan retracted her index finger and looked thoughtfully at the knuckle-sized hole on the safe.
2:35 am.
He looked up at the clock on the wall again.
He moved the chair under the wall clock and adjusted the time on it back to 2:24 with ease. After completing all this, he lay back on the bed.
It seems that I can sleep a little more peacefully today.
