Author: Shangyao Yuchen’s Home

The farce in the sky is not over yet.

Brother Lang walked alone through the edge streets of Plum Street and walked into the cross street.

He has made all the mental preparations he should have.

This area is far more deserted than Plum Street, with abandoned industrial plants everywhere.

It's too quiet.

Brother Lang opened the game map, and his location coincided with the location provided by the female owner of the Beauty Bar.

The Claw mercenaries' station is right here.

Bang!

A bullet shot from the sky, hit the ground in front of Brother Lang's feet, and raised a pile of soil.

This is a warning.

Brother Wolf stopped.

He raised his head and found the shooter's approximate location in the darkness.

"I'm looking for your leader," Brother Wolf's voice was particularly clear in the darkness, "the man in black, the Godfather."

No response.

Light and shadow flickered, and twelve drones flew out from somewhere.

There are guns installed under their balance wings; and at this moment, the muzzles of the guns surrounded Brother Lang.

He looked at the drones around him and said again: "I want to find the man in black, the 'Godfather'."

"I haven't seen you," one of the drones said. "If you want to join our Talon mercenary group, then I'm sorry, but now is not the time for us to recruit new soldiers."

Brother Lang said: "I have no intention of joining you. I just want to ask your leader a few questions."

"Heh," the controller on the other side of the drone smiled, "Come in."

Twelve drones flew forward, and the light spots they illuminated formed the shape of a door on a wall.

The mechanical gears rattled, and the station door, which was disguised as one with the wall, opened.

Brother Wolf walked in step by step.

Two automatic machine guns rose from the ground and were aimed at him.

Behind the small window next to him, a man came over and glanced at him through the window: "I hope he's not a weirdo who can't tolerate the world."

Brother Wolf could tell that this was the person talking to him through the drone.

He said to the people inside through the window: "Aren't you responsible for leading the way?"

The man inside the window spread his hands: "Welcome, VIP or something, I'm sorry, I have never shouted such words. Just go inside by yourself, someone will come to say hello to you."

Brother Lang asked clearly and walked forward directly.

The man in the window was left asking: "Hey, don't you want to say a few words?"

…

This place is literally a military fortress.

Automatic machine guns from all directions, well-trained militants, and snipers sitting high up with sniper rifles aside.

The passage is downward, and the underground part is much larger than it looks from the outside.

"Do you still feel pain?" A prosthetic doctor in a white coat held a special saw.

"One more thing," said the man lying on the operating chair, "is this going to start?"

The prosthetic doctor said: "Do you regret it?"

The man smiled: "A real man never regrets! Ah - ah -"

He screamed in pain and looked hideous.

The prosthetist held his saw and cut off the man's left arm, moving quickly and steadily.

"Four seconds and three, I broke the record." The prosthetic doctor looked at the stopwatch and calmly took out a prosthetic arm and installed it on the incision of the man's severed arm. "Did the anesthetic not go deep enough? It doesn't matter. In fact, there is no anesthetic."

, the surgical effect is the best.”

The man lying on the operating chair had exposed veins in his neck and was in so much pain that he could not speak.

"Let me connect to the nervous system... Yes, perfect. The immunosuppressant administered in advance has taken effect, but the effect is average. Well, this is good. Maybe you have the potential to become a high-level cybernetic warrior."

The man lying on the operating chair had red eyes and shortness of breath.

"That's it. Move a little. Do you hear me? Move a little."

The man turned his head and looked at the metallic shiny prosthetic arm he had just installed.

On his prosthetic arm, the five prosthetic fingers moved.

"It's very simple, right?" The prosthetic doctor picked up the still bleeding severed arm and threw it casually into the trash can. "There's nothing to be afraid of."

Brother Wolf was silent.

He had just witnessed a horrifying operation.

The man took several bags of powder that the prosthetic doctor called "immunosuppressant", and with the painful sweat on his forehead and the joy on his face, he walked towards the depths of the station.

"I'm looking for the man in black, the Godfather." Brother Lang said to the prosthetic doctor.

The prosthetic doctor glanced at him and began to clean the operating chair: "Are you looking for Mr. Godfather? Take the elevator to the fifth underground floor."

…

Two floors underground, three floors underground, four floors, and five floors.

bite!

The elevator door opened.

The red carpet was laid from the elevator door to the end of the open space.

This place is very wide, with various skulls placed around it, normal ones, deformed ones, and all kinds of weird ones.

Brother Wolf could only make out the human skull among them.

A man wrapped in black clothes sat on a high chair and opened his eyes.

"Are you the 'godfather' of the man in black?" Brother Wolf asked.

"What's the matter?"

Brother Lang said: "Some time ago, you massacred a small mercenary organization——"

The man in black interrupted him: "There is such a thing. Then what are you here to avenge them?"

"Why did this happen? I just want to know the truth."

"The truth?" The man in black sneered, "Many people want to know the truth, and then they die. You are no exception."

He stood up from the chair: "Let's do some exercise. If you can survive a few moves, I'll have a chat with you."

The man in black didn't have any weapons, he just walked down the stairs with his bare hands.

"I'm not here to fight." Brother Wolf said.

But it was useless. The man in black was obviously ready for a fight.

A simple whip kick came with a terrifying sound of breaking wind.

Brother Wolf followed the normal human response method and prepared to block and counterattack - however, this time the opponent was not a normal person.

Snap!

Broken bones and tendons.

Brother Wolf's calf bone was broken and the stubble was exposed.

These are not the whip legs of a normal person, they are as hard as special solid steel.

"My skills are good, but my brain is not very good." The man in black commented.

Brother Wolf immediately pulled out his pistol and shot directly.

The bullet hit the man in black, but immediately rebounded, not even breaking the seemingly thin black clothes.

Another leg kick.

Snap!

Brother Wolf got down.

Both of his legs were broken.

"It's strange, isn't it?" The man in black knelt down and said, "You obviously have two legs, purely physical, but you gave them up unconsciously. This kind of exertion is very disharmonious. In this case, why not change to a pair of prosthetic legs?

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To be continued...