Disaster Artist

Chapter 56 Invitation

Victor took out the black stockings wrapped in a silk scarf from his pocket and took a deep breath to calm down.

The driver kept his eyes straight and concentrated on driving, and did not dare to discuss the leader's personal hobbies.

Victor was born in the outer suburbs of Nova and, like many others, grew up in a welfare school.

Welfare schools are called schools, which are essentially public care institutions. They began to be established and operated on a large scale after the "Reproductive Promotion Act" was officially passed 37 years ago.

For most residents of Star City, the high cost of living and endless consumer demand make it difficult for them to afford the cost of raising children.

After major breakthroughs in consciousness replication and consciousness uploading technologies, countless people began to save money in the hope of achieving immortality in electronic life forms.

At that time, Nova's population began to decline, even with the continuous influx of immigrants.It was against this background that welfare schools began to operate.

Victor's parents signed a Type B entrusted custody contract. Type B contract is for 16 years. They need to pay 15% of the child support and have the right to visit their children every week, but Victor has no right to inherit property.

His parents work in the same drone business, a subsidiary of a company affiliated with Tiandu Heavy Industry Group.

At that time, Victor felt like a mass-produced pet, no different from the cat and dog puppies bred in cages by pet companies.

The original parents who meet him every week are more like the owners who come to feed him snacks and are considering whether to take him home.

Until the age of 15, he was no different from other cubs.

Victor will always remember that day.In the test uniformly arranged by the welfare school, his nerve interference load value reached 36, 20% higher than the standard value of 80.He was the second tallest among hundreds of students in that class.

The load value of 36 means that under the same standard, he can withstand nearly twice the information impact and electronic interference of ordinary people.He is a natural cybernetic.

Within a few days, Victor, who had just celebrated his 15th birthday, signed an employment agreement with a small security company.

He did not apply to join the Sheriff's Department.People like him who came from a welfare school will never get ahead by following the ordinary path. Like his parents, he will rent a grid apartment in the outer city for the rest of his life, undergo physical transformation and work until he retires at the age of 75, or he will be laid off and unemployed early.

After joining the company, Victor did not hesitate and applied for the largest welfare school graduate loan to get limb and spine prostheses at once.

He continued to take on tasks, the tasks became more and more difficult, and the commissions increased.

After repaying the prosthetic loan in 36 installments, Victor borrowed another 20 yuan based on proof of income, and replaced the prosthetic hand with a C-type model, installed electronic eyes and ears, and replaced it with artificial skin.

He jumped from the original small company to a subsidiary of Letu Pharmaceutical, and his level of prosthetic transformation was only average.So he continued to take out loans after repaying them, and kept climbing the ladder.

The total reference load value of the whole body prosthesis has been increased from 9 to 18, 28, and 35.Like other colleagues, Victor began to take out loans to buy targeted immunosuppressants and take regular injections to prevent cyberpsychosis.

He was not at his limit.As long as the total reference load value of the prosthesis does not exceed 1.5 times its own load value, adverse reactions can be suppressed by inhibitors.

One day, after completing an assassination mission with no action record, Victor was invited to an office on the top floor of the company at sunset.

After receiving permission, he pushed open the door. A woman with long dark green hair was lying on a massage chair and taking a nap. Her legs were crossed on the desk, and royal blue high heels were thrown casually beside the table.

The black stockings are mottled with light and shadow, projecting the characters of the company's expansion plan.She opened her eyes and stretched out her hands lazily, motioning for him to come over.

Victor did not dare to look directly into her sapphire eyes. He lowered his head and glanced past Jacqueline's toes.

Jacqueline Knightley, President of Operations at Letu Pharmaceuticals.

She praised Victor's excellent execution of multiple missions, indicating that she was selecting personnel for a secret operational plan.

He stood there, his body stiff, but he seized the opportunity without hesitation.

Jacqueline sent him the action plan, and the encrypted email was automatically destroyed after 60 seconds.

"Do you like this?" She turned her chair and lowered her thighs from the table.

Victor was about to defend, but he saw Jacqueline slowly taking off the translucent stockings from her slender and straight thighs and throwing them into his hands.

"Go."

He put the things in his pocket at a loss, bowed to Jacqueline, and quickly escaped from the office.

Not long after, he was fired from the security company and deported to the border area.Fast forward four years.

Victor, who was trapped in memories, was in a trance.He took another deep breath, wrapped the collection in a silk handkerchief, and put it in his pocket.

He will definitely go back.The next time I meet her, I won't keep my head down anymore.

Looking across the street from the window, Victor tensed up his body for a moment, and the prosthetic body that received the danger signal began to operate at the highest power.

In his eyes, the world slows down, and the movements of people and objects are divided into clear frames.

His body bounced off the seat, his right hand reached the driver's seat steering wheel, and he hit it hard to the right until he died.

Victor looked at the muzzle of the shoulder-mounted rocket launcher protruding from the corner. Dangerous fire slowly bloomed from it, and the loud bang sounded in his ears.

The car lost control due to the sharp steering and slid on the road, making a screeching sound from its tires.

The shell exploded less than two meters away from the front of the car. The fire was blazing and the windshield cracked into a spider web shape.

The car body tilted and rolled, and the deployed airbag pressed the driver against the backrest.

Victor relied on his extreme reaction speed to balance his body, and when the vehicle stopped rolling, he smashed the door with his elbow and escaped from the car, and then pulled the unconscious driver out of the driver's seat.

The world around him returns to normal speed.

Victor's heart rate soared, and his brain was filled with buzzing noises. Using this prosthetic body was also very taxing for him.

The guys from the Fuma Society ignored the rules and arranged assassins to ambush him with RPGs on the street during the day.

He raised his hand and fired two shots, hitting the heads of the two assassins at the corner.

Reactions are accelerated.

Victor turned on the prosthetic body again, accurately dodged the bullets fired from all directions, and fired back at the same time.

Everyone's movements looked so slow in his eyes, and he easily formulated dodge and counterattack plans in the divided and stretched frames.

After 0.2 seconds, the prosthetic body closes.

He rolled sideways, activated his prosthetic body again and fired back.

Just like this, it turned on and off, and exploded instantly. Before long, Victor killed all the members of the Fuma Society who were ambushing him.

Do these scumbags think they can kill him with a sneak attack?

Victor grabbed a car, stepped on the accelerator and drove towards the Sheriff's Department.

El Moussa is in danger.While the people from the Fuma Society ambushed him here, they would definitely intercept El Moussa who had just been released from prison.

　The past two days have been a bit slow (physics), and the update will resume at 17:30 tomorrow.

　　The cat at home is a British short-haired cat. I don’t know what breed it is, but it was given to me by a neighbor.There were five cubs in the litter, and they all went their separate ways when they were 3 months old.
　　
　
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