Start with a Mechanical Hunter

   Chapter 24 Military Contractors

  Rose Gasoline Bar

  Senior worker is sitting in the corner of the bar, with a classic cocktail from the bar in front of him, which is also Black Rose's favorite, called the "Flame Chariot".

   It tastes bitter, like gasoline and Coke.

  Although Black Rose didn't come back, the bar has resumed its usual liveliness. There are people who are looking for news, doing business, chatting nonsense, and spending money to get drunk. There are all kinds of things in the world.

   "Sir, someone bought you a drink," an android waitress came over with a glass of wine on her plate.

   It can be seen that the level of this android is not high, there are obvious stitching marks on the hands and feet, and the smile on his face is not natural, indicating that only the most basic AI services have been downloaded, and there is no personality template.

  The senior engineer did not speak, but waved his hand.

   secretly sighed.

   A bearded man turned black, drank the gasoline and beer in his hand, stood up, and walked out without looking back. He had no left hand, and instead he had a large shotgun.

   "Elephant hunters can't do it, his vision is too high!"

   "He's also a veteran."

   "Yeah, I saw with my own eyes that his large double-barreled shotgun shot an E-class radiation elephant in the head. It was a large radiation beast."

   "No way, people just have this capital."

   "Isn't he just an old man, what's so great," a newcomer suddenly said angrily.

   "Young man, don't be confused. In the desert, seniority is the least valuable."

   A mechanical hunter sneered and shook his head.

   "Yeah, if you can bring back a reaper leader's head alive, and four D-rank reaper corpses, you are also qualified to pick that."

  The newcomer was stunned and asked subconsciously, "Reaper, that melee monster that can't be cut by a chainsaw?"

   "Yeah, with five heads, Motor City hasn't had such a harvest for many years."

   "Amazing!"

  The senior engineer finished drinking the 'Chariot of Flames' and asked the waiter to make a glass of 'Beautiful Lady'. Sure enough, this brandy-flavored mellow cocktail was more suitable for him.

   There were more than a dozen people invited to drink today, but the senior engineer didn't take a drink.

   Not because the other party is a man.

   It's not that he is afraid of the other party's 'picking up corpses' - well, I'm still a little bit afraid.

  Women have them too.

   But their purpose is not pure.

  A woman who only hooks up with a man probably won’t hook up with him. People who often come to this bar for drinks know more or less about his relationship with the female owner of the bar.

   The woman of the male boss and the man of the female boss, these two types of creatures are not to be messed with - although it will be very exciting.

  The fundamental reason is that drinking the other party's wine is equivalent to agreeing to the other party's invitation to form a team.

  According to the aerial photos of the factory satellite, at least dozens of beasts appeared around the Motor City.

The    security team has given a death order. Within five days, no matter what they do, at least a three-person armed team must be assembled.

   This kind of free team, powerful mechanical hunters will naturally be welcomed.

As a central oasis,   Motor City is home to many famous mechanical hunters, but few lone wolves without a fixed team.

   And even among such special masters as Lone Wolf, those with a record like that of a high-ranking engineer are the only ones with a scorpion shit.

   When the senior engineer brought back five reaper corpses yesterday, the entire munitions warehouse was alarmed, and even the logistics supervisor, who had always looked down on hunters, took the initiative to speak to him politely.

  Everyone knows that the high-worker hunted down the C-level reapers - the second time!

   After another glass of wine, the senior engineer looked at the mechanical clock on the wine cabinet. It was almost time, and he went to the military warehouse to pick up the goods.

"and many more!"

  The senior engineer just walked to the door when a big bald man suddenly stood up, walked in front of him aggressively, and shouted: "My name is Black Death, I think I am qualified to be your teammate."

   In the muffled jazz music, the senior worker lowered his head and knocked on the bottom of the cigarette case, picked up a cigarette from the cigarette case, and looked at each other through his dim vision.

   This guy is very tall, just over two meters, but it is not the kind of body distortion of the indigenous people, but has undergone bone strengthening surgery - an enhanced version of bone hyperplasia.

   The muscles on his body are developed and bloated. They should be some kind of inferior biochemical muscles. I don’t know if there is a problem with the implant or the size of the muscles. It looks like I bought a large size clothes.

   The most striking thing is his pair of oversized metal arms, which are at least three circles larger than normal arms. The protruding part of the forearm should be a flamethrower, and the carrot-thick fingers have nine metal joints.

  This thing must be very painful to hammer people.

   "A gorilla arm imported from the city that never sleeps?"

   "Good eyesight!" The black gorilla's eyes lit up, he grabbed a wine bottle, folded his palms, "click", "click", and soon made a pile of glass scum.

"I have investigated you, I know you are good at using knives, and you have a great sniper," the black gorilla assumed the pose of a bodybuilder, his biochemical muscles bulging like air, no blue veins, only some pale artificial fiber.

   "I'm also good at melee combat, as well as mid-range and long-range. We can attack and snipe. We will be the most tacit partner!"

  The senior engineer let out a sigh of smoke and said, "I'm fine, the problem is that you can't."

   "Why can't I do it," the black gorilla widened his eyes and put a pair of gorilla arms under the eyes of the senior engineer.

   "You look good! This is the latest version of the 'Shock Type III'!"

   In all honesty, this equipment is good, and in the system panel, it can at least get a 'excellent' rating.

   means that people are not good enough.

  The senior engineer took a few more puffs, threw the cigarette **** into the ashtray, and was about to leave without explanation.

   "Wait, you can't go without saying it clearly!"

   The black gorilla was furious, the mechanical palm slammed on the shoulder of the senior engineer, and the mechanical grip hit the titanium alloy bone, making a squeezing sound.

   "The equipment is okay, but your legs are not good."

   "What are you—"

In the high metal music, Gao Gong suddenly turned around, grabbed his body and entered the middle door. He hooked his feet and protruded his legs and stepped on the inside of his ankle. The black orangutan fell to the ground with a 'boom', holding his legs and screaming.

   "Legs! Legs! My legs!!"

   "The transformation rate of the motion system is less than 4%, and you actually put such a big guy on yourself," the senior engineer shook his head, waved his hand, and let the bartenders who had already touched the handle of the gun retreat.

   "I can't think about it, my friend."

  Human transformation is a delicate and large-scale project that requires consideration of all aspects. It is not that the stronger the prosthesis, the better.

   In fact, the stronger the prosthetic body, the harder it is to put it on and remove it. It can be said that every high-level prosthetic body transformation is equivalent to breaking through a gate of hell.

   And once the prosthesis is not fit enough, this number will be scrapped.

   Players can start all over again if they are disabled. If the NPC is disabled, it is really hopeless.

  In the eyes of senior engineers, the mechanical hunters in the Motor City are more or less over-remodeled.

   Maybe they have no problem at this stage, but when they want to go further, such as crossing the 10th-level threshold of the main profession, the 20th level, they will find that the body modification has been overdrawn and cannot be changed.

  ‘This may be an opportunity. ’

  ‘Mechanical transformation has come to an end, and turning to biological transformation is also a way, but mechanical rejection is a big problem. ’

   Even a mechanical reformer with relatively balanced attributes such as a high-tech engineer is cautious in the face of mechanical rejection.

   And these guys who have extreme human modification, it is almost an inevitable result that they will encounter mechanical rejection.

   He also can't force the opponent to perform biological modification.

   That would just create a whole bunch of cyber psychopaths.

  High-tech went all the way to the south and drove to a modern military building.

  The building in front of you has a brand-new feeling that is rare in the desert. The main building, the airport, the shooting range, and various off-road obstacles are all real materials, but they give people a strange feeling of foam.

   This should have been 3D printed by a military contractor of a major corporation.

  This is the military warehouse of the security regiment.

   It can be seen that many members of the security regiment are conducting actual combat training, and their opponents are the 'radiation beasts' projected by virtual projection technology.

  Their melee weapons land on different parts of the 'beast' and get different levels of damage.

   And the VR glasses they wear deepen the immersion.

   "It's a good practice, no wonder the security team is getting more and more capable of fighting."

  The senior engineer smiled and looked to the other side. In a simulated concrete forest, an armed team of a security regiment was clearing the obstacles in the 'forest'.

   These experiences often require mechanical hunters to learn with their lives.

  Just, is this training method really advanced?

   At least the rout of the front did not prove it.

   "Mr. Gao, you are welcome," a robot greeted him and said in a smooth electronic voice.

   "How about it, is my loot confirmed?"

   "It has been confirmed, a total of 2124 contribution points, you need to see the details, or go shopping first, we have just imported a batch of new models of smart weapons, do you need me to show you around?"

   "Let's go and have a look first," the senior engineer blinked and said casually, "By the way, can I ask, which military contractors did this batch of weapons come from?"

   "Taber Defense System, Marubeni Global Security, Maas Edge."

   are some familiar names.

   "Mass Edge," Gao Gong repeated the name. This crazy company, which became famous for its radical body modification in the future, has already begun to enter the weapons and equipment market at this time.

   (end of this chapter)