After putting the Qilusi prosthetic eye brought by Lucy into the professional equipment, Dr. Robert, who had helped David complete the whole body transformation, pulled out a data cable from the equipment and motioned for David to connect it himself.
Replacing artificial eyes is not a major surgery. You only need to remove the original eyeball and replace it with a new eyeball that has established nerve connections on the instrument. Therefore, Lucy did not need to leave the operating room. She could stand aside and watch David, who was stronger than before after the implant surgery.
"Qiluji! This is top quality!"
Without hesitation, he plugged the data cable into the back of his head, and David said excitedly: "And the new Sean Westin. Although I haven't used it yet, I can feel that it is at least better than the old model. Several times!"
"Be quiet, David, my head is about to explode after I have been operating on you for so long."
While adjusting the buttons on the instrument, Dr. Robert felt grateful that the operation, which lasted several hours and included new prosthetics, could be successfully completed.
"This prosthetic eye is equipped with Qilu's latest MKIII scanner, which can display various data directly on your cornea. And even if you enlarge the field of view to the maximum, the resolution will not drop significantly. Oh, by the way, there is another Set of built-in external lens jammers."
After taking out the old and worn-out prosthetic eyes and completely cutting off David's connection with them, Robert slowly placed the debugged Qilusi prosthetic eyes into David's empty eye sockets and said a little tiredly: "To put it in layman's terms, Nowadays, any surveillance camera that takes a picture of your face will show your face, which is a very practical feature for edge walkers.”
"Dr. Robert, you sound exhausted. Go get some rest and leave David to me."
Seeing that Lucy was willing to help, Robert quickly nodded and agreed: "Of course it's no problem, but before you leave, I have a few things to pay attention to David."
Squeezing David's arm on the operating table, Dr. Robert said earnestly: "Maybe you haven't noticed that when I was helping you replace the Sian Westan, I also removed the Clenchi that was connected to the spine in your body. Cove has been replaced together. But don’t worry, the performance is just as good as the original one, and it is more suitable for your new Sian Westan.”
"Without a suitable customer and a prosthetic body, it is useless for me to keep this Krenchikov. So there is no need to pay extra, just consider it a gift from me, boy David."
Unlike many people who think that they are working independently and have nothing to do with each other, Sianweistein and Klenchikov are actually a pair of very closely connected partners. The former is the operating system, while the latter is the nervous system, which can also be called the reflex enhancement system.
When the holder of Si'an Westan activates his ability, his body will enter a state of extremely taxing acceleration. If there is not a Klenchikov attached to the spine to help it enhance its reaction speed and share the pressure on the body, , to enhance the coordination and heat dissipation function of the prosthetic body, then the holder is likely to explode and die the moment the acceleration ends.
A regular and brand-new Klenchikov can fetch at least seven to eight thousand euros on the market. Now Robert is willing to directly give it to David as a gift. Behind this abnormal behavior is his appreciation for this young man. They are also worried that with David's current physical condition, if he is not careful, he may become a slave to the prosthetic body, an out-and-out cyberpsychosis.
"With so many new prosthetics in your body all at once, your body's rejection reaction will be very intense. Conventional inhaled inhibitors are no longer suitable for you, so I prepared this for you."
Placing a refrigerator full of bottles and cans at David's feet, Dr. Robert explained: "This contains an injectable liquid inhibitor, which is more than ten times more effective than inhaled ones. I have just given you an injection." One bottle. But it’s not enough. If you don’t want to become a cyberpsychopath, you’d better inject one bottle before using the prosthetic body. It depends on the situation after using the prosthetic body.”
"Thank you, doctor. And Lucy, thank you too."
Hooking the suitcase toward him with his feet, David looked at Lucy with eager eyes. Obviously, at this time, he didn't care about his body at all. On the contrary, the prosthetic body's ability was much stronger than before, which made him eager to try it. As for the side effects, he completely forgot about it.
"Perhaps David is really different from ordinary people. The fact that he has been able to use Sianwistan continuously before is the best proof."
Looking at the excited David on the operating table, Lucy, who originally wanted to say something sarcastic, just nodded in the end, thinking so in her heart.
...
In Watson District, in front of a gun store called "Second Amendment" located in a giant apartment building, Rebecca waved to the owner who was standing idle in front of the store and said hello: "Hey, Wilson, Come and be safe!"
As the one who knows best and is the best at using guns in the team, the first thing Rebecca did after getting the money was to send a text message to all the arms dealers she knew, asking them if they had any powerful guys. Money was not an issue.
Among them, Wilson, who was in Watson District, responded the fastest, so Rebecca went to the gun store he ran first, ready to see if the fat and grumpy boss had any secrets.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time. This is not the place to talk. Let's go in and talk."
After entering the store with the petite girl, Wilson saw no one around and asked in a low voice: "Still the same?"
"Yes, it's still the same." Rebecca, who put her hands in her pockets and chewed bubble gum, nodded: "It's just that this time I don't want those junk products produced by small companies. The low-priced firepower shotgun I bought from you last time It almost dislocated my arm."
Although she said she didn't like it, Rebecca knew very well in her heart that if it hadn't been for this windfall, the shotgun she named "Iron Gut" would have been far from retired.
Facing the walls of the "Second Amendment" and the dazzling array of firearms, the usually diligent and thrifty girl secretly thought to herself: "No matter what, I still have to thank Mr. "Star" for providing help in times of need. Otherwise, let me copy that "Iron Gut" to rob biotechnology. It would be better for me to have a one-on-one fight with Adam Hammer under Arasaka Tower. "
Just when Rebecca was looking at the weapons all over the wall and thinking wildly, Boss Wilson took out a boxy pistol box from under the counter. The thin layer of dust that had accumulated on the box from unknown time immediately made his guest Somewhat dissatisfied.
"I'm talking about Wilson, I said you don't want junk. You better not have military technology Lexington in this box, otherwise I can just find someone else to buy it."
Feeling that he was being questioned, Wilson quit. He raised his fat hand and pointed at the logo of Darra Polyte on the box, saying that this was the latest technology pistol from a large company and that most people wanted him. They all said it was out of stock.
Of course, if it weren't for Rebecca's bulging wallet, the box might actually be a Lexington pistol from forty years ago.
"Please take a close look at the DR-12 Quasar revolver. Although this little thing is a bit ugly, you will be satisfied with its power."
Wilson was right. When Rebecca saw the revolver with a disc magazine in the box, the first word that came to mind was ugly. But unlike ugly in the traditional sense, the DR-12 quasar revolver is reasonably ugly, and can even be called original.
The sharp-edged gun body, unique manufacturing technology, and four electromagnetic acceleration guide rails in the barrel all show the characteristics of this Dara Polytechnic's proud work. Although the steel ball pellets in the disc magazine look a bit like the birdshot used in antique shotguns, Wilson ensures that the lethality of these alloy balls after acceleration is enough to penetrate ordinary armored vehicles and body armor.
As for how to deal with beings that are stronger than armored vehicles and body armor, Wilson has other recommendations.
He took out a half-person-high gun box from the locked safe behind him. The eye-catching Arasaka logo on the box immediately caught Rebecca's eye for goods.
"Let's take a look at the assault rifle with the best overall performance that I have, the Arasaka HJSH-18 "Authentic". Don't ask me where I got it, you know I won't tell you. "
No further introduction is needed from Wilson. Rebecca, who has been eyeing this rifle for a long time, already has a deep understanding of this weapon that is used by many Arasaka soldiers.
As Arasaka says in its advertising, "Authentic, redefining power."
For those who know the goods, "authentic" is not just a rifle;
A beautiful piece of art. Designed in the 1950s using the finest durable materials, it is not only adaptable to all combat environments, but is also extremely lightweight.
Every element of "authentic", even the smallest screws and nuts, have been repeatedly demonstrated and tested by Arasaka engineers. For her owners, this can be fully confirmed when firing.
The control of this assault rifle is so simple and intuitive that beginners who know nothing about firearms can quickly start shooting, not to mention the top-notch software support, holographic sights and three-shot shooting mode that come with the gun from the factory.
It can be said that the "Authentic" may not be the most powerful or fastest-firing assault rifle on the market, but it does achieve a perfect balance between various performances. It is the perfect choice for street boys and edgewalkers when they have plenty of money. the best choice.
"Okay, I want both Quasar and Masamune, what else is there?"
Rebecca tapped the metal counter of Second Amendment Eucalyptus with her little hands, and the newly made manicure on her nails was very dazzling under the light.
"I know what you mean, it's the same old thing! That's the end of the hors d'oeuvres, now comes the really rough stuff."
"But precision cannot be lacking." Rebecca reminded while looking at the manicure: "I heard that you have a new batch of Kangtao's smart weapons here. Take them out and take a look."
"I really can't hide anything from you."
Wilson smiled helplessly when he heard this, and reached out to another box in the safe with his big fat hands.
"The Kangtao L-69 "Zhuo Style" smart shotgun is both rough and accurate, perfect for your needs. "
As the box slowly opened, a strange-looking, matte black shotgun appeared in front of the two men. It was the blockbuster product launched by Kangtao Company in 2069, the L-69 "Zhuo" shotgun.
For most people, shotguns have never been associated with sophistication. Their undeniable power is often accompanied by a bulky gun body and extremely poor accuracy.
But for Kangtao, the Asian arms giant that started out with smart weapons, breaking the rules is the business secret that allowed them to triple their market value in ten years.
Like all weapons produced by Kangtao, the "Zhuo" shotgun is equipped with the most advanced electronic components of its kind. The ultra-sensitive radar can complete the scan of the surrounding area before the holder fires to identify the target during a firefight.
After marking the target, the eight rounds of intelligent tracking ammunition hanging under the Zhuo gun barrel will tell their enemies that even if they are hiding behind the strongest bunker, they cannot avoid brutal shooting from all directions.
Although due to the high degree of automation of smart weapons, people tend to ignore the role of Kangtao soldiers themselves and regard them as weapon racks that can be reused, but this just proves Kangtao's success in smart weapons. Among them, the "Zhuo" shotgun The gun is a success among successes, a true masterpiece.
"Is there anything else you need, Miss Rebecca?"
Boss Wilson, who had no idea how much the other party had to pay, was almost respectful at this time, and Rebecca's answer did not disappoint him.
"The sniper rifle I used before is somewhat out of date, but I heard that Tsunami Defense, an ally of Arasaka Company, produced a very good technical sniper rifle a few years ago, called "Nekomata." Boss, do you have any idea about this sniper rifle? "
Upon hearing such a harsh request, Wilson's lips moved slightly, as if he was deciding whether to provide the girl in front of him with everything she needed.
After hesitating for half a minute, the owner of the gun store, who was a bastard who wanted to make money but not earn money, nodded heavily, took Rebecca into the private office behind the shooting range, and took out his own from a safe with better protection. love in my heart.
A "Nekomata" sniper rifle that is enough for Arasaka Company to personally send people to recover it to prevent it from being used to kill company executives.
As an extremely difficult weapon to maintain, the "Nekomata" sniper rifle requires its owner to check it regularly and carefully, and it also takes a lot of time to understand how to give full play to its performance. To put it simply, the running-in period required is much longer than that of ordinary firearms.
But after that, it was all worth it.
because of this
This electromagnetic sniper rifle is a technological miracle created by Tsunami Defense, and is recognized by all Arasaka snipers as one of the best sniper rifles. The tungsten spike projectiles she fires can penetrate the thickest armor and walls, and even titanium alloy prosthetic parts will fall apart under her attack.
The terrifying power makes it impossible for anyone to sit back and relax as long as they are within the shooting range of "Nekomata". Therefore, the sales of this rifle are strictly regulated by Arasaka Company. Under normal circumstances, only the government and major mainstream companies can obtain the right to purchase this sniper rifle.
For a poor fringe traveler like Rebecca, if it weren't for the long string of numbers that suddenly appeared in her bank account, she wouldn't even be qualified to touch this "nekomata".
But as the old saying goes, anything is possible. Just like the 250,000 euros lying quietly in her account, and just like the Nekomata sniper rifle that Boss Wilson had in his hands from nowhere.
After setting aside a small amount of money for prosthetic modifications, Rebecca spent almost all her money to prepare weapons for every member of the team.
But when she whistled and walked to the door of the store, preparing to go to a prosthetic clinic to install a reinforced tendon, Rebecca realized that she had forgotten something and walked back to the second amendment, reaching out to the boss Wilson: "Almost forgot, dessert."
"That's right, dessert..."
Wilson, who had expected it, smiled and pointed at the shining swords in the cold weapon display cabinet not far away, saying that they were things he had recently bought from the black market and were not worth a lot of money. If Rebecca wants, just package it all up and give it to her.
"There's no need to make such a big show of it. There aren't many people I know who know how to use knives. But since you opened your mouth, I'll just pick a few and take them away."
After looking at the blunt swords of various shapes in the display cabinet, Rebecca's eyes finally stopped on a katana with the Arasaka logo.
Picking up the extremely sharp samurai sword, Wilson, who was packing the weapon behind the counter, joked: "These days, only the Arasaka company can make samurai swords, but the single-molecule blade is still very silky when cutting things. If you like it, Take it."
So under the surprised eyes of the apartment residents and passers-by, a girl who was carrying a samurai sword and was not much taller than the sword hummed a tune and walked out of the Second Amendment with a step of disowning her relatives until she disappeared into the depths of the Night City. In the bottomless night.
Soon, the men and women of Night City, who were accustomed to all kinds of new things, forgot about Rebecca and her knife, and instead focused on how to spend the long night.
[In view of the general environment,
After all, in Night City, the fall of night does not mean the city rests. Especially for many gang members who work day and night, working in the dark is much more comfortable than facing the dazzling sunlight and violent terrorist mobile units.
