Bionic Era

【Backstab my teammate】

Luo Ruyan usually thinks that only he can do this kind of thing.

In other words, only he can do it at the most correct time.

When he was young, he acted with others, and when he encountered danger, he would often maim or kill other teammates, delaying himself, and claiming that his teammates had an accident.

Such accidents are fairly common, and if done well enough, they go undetected.

The backstab of the glasses was something he never expected.

"Do you think I didn't pay enough? Or are you worried that I'll kill the donkey?" Luo Ruyan looked gloomy, looking at the thin figure.

"Actually... I'm...a bit..." The glasses stammered, and they looked at the people at the door asking for help.

Luo Ruyan was in a hurry, turned the gun and pointed it at the skinny man wearing thick glasses.

In addition to being curious, most of the personality of this glasses is occupied by weakness.

According to Luo Ruyan's past experience, this kind of person should be quite easy to control. It stands to reason that such a situation of defection on the spot should not happen.

"Since you don't want to, I'll send you on your way first."

With that said, Luo Ruyan pulled the trigger.

"boom--!"

The glasses screamed, eyes closed, trembling.

The severe pain imagined did not come.

He has seen many realistic videos of being shot on those gray websites. If the shot is not fatal, the person who is shot should be crying in pain. The pain is quite severe. It is difficult to be shot like on TV. A few shots can also run wild and counterattack.

He can still think now.

The description is not dead.

"Is this what it feels like to be shot? Why is there no feeling? Could it be that the videos are all lies?"

Confused, he tentatively opened his eyes.

Luo Ruyan's face was pale, his whole arm exploded, and flew far away, leaving only the bloody bone stubble on his shoulder, and the gun in his hand fell to the ground.

This is the power of a sniper rifle from a distance.

If it was even slightly off, half of his body would explode.

...

Duan Tiannan was still very particular, he knocked out Luo Ruyan with one shot, and left Xia Chuluo to deal with the rest.

He hates this kind of relatives killing each other and gossips.

"Hongye, go downstairs to drink. Just now I heard Lu Wen and the others eating skewers, which made me hungry."

"You don't have much physical activity at night, so you should eat lightly to reduce the burden on your stomach. Eating too much greasy food will easily cause fat accumulation." Duan Hongye gave him a light look.

"Who did you learn these crooked principles from?" Duan Tiannan yelled.

"You taught me that when you were young."

"Really, how did I forget?"

When people reach middle age, they unconsciously become greasy.

Duan Tiannan rubbed his stomach, and began to miss the eight-pack abs he had when he was young.

...

The sky is not what one wants.

This is probably Luo Ruyan's truest thought now.

He felt that he still had a lot of backhands that were useless, as long as he was given time, he could reverse the current situation little by little, instead of falling slumped on the wall of the shop like it is now.

Blood gushed out quickly from the cut in the shoulder.

If he is not treated in time, he will pass out due to blood loss and eventually die.

"Xiao Xia, I remember that time... not long after you were born, I even came to the hospital to hug you. At that time, your skin was wrinkled and you kept crying..."

"What is this? The link between a dying man and his words being kind?" Xia Chuluo looked at him indifferently.

"A person like your father is strong and decisive. There are countless friends in the nine major cities, and many people support him, but even he died in the hands of Floating Void City in the end."

"He died in your plan."

"Uncle just wants to remind you before he dies, those who oppose Floating Void City will finally..."

"boom--!"

Gunfire rang out in the evening in the city.

This middle-aged man who had been cunning for half his life ended up in this dusty street shop.

According to the traditional blood relationship, the person who shot should be her niece.

But because of something at the beginning, their relationship became uncle and niece.

It looks a little strange.

Xia Chuluo's indifferent expression was similar to that of killing a stranger.

She turned and walked out of the shop.

It's time to go back to the hotel to rest.

"Has the surveillance around here been fixed?"

"It's done, Ms. Xia, don't worry, there will be no mistakes in such trivial matters. I have changed the street surveillance along our way."

Everyone left the shop one after another.

The night was silent.

Liveliness and hustle and bustle are spreading in the street next door, and this side is relatively deserted.

The glasses are a little confusing, are these guys just gone?

He thought about where he would go in the future, and planned to do some small projects and play games for the rest of his life, and never come out to find excitement again.

"That kid, come here."

Glasses looked up.

It was the fat man in Xia Chuluo's team, he had always been his opponent, and he had a weird name.

"Fat Jiang...Brother Jiang, do you have any orders?" He walked over quickly and asked.

The two followed at the end of the entire team.

"The skills are good. How old are you this year, less than forty?" Fatty Jiang asked.

"I'm twenty-seven this year, and I'm still a little far from forty." Glasses smiled awkwardly and answered truthfully.

"Twenty-seven? Are you kidding me? With just a few hairs on your head, thousands of degrees of myopia, sallow skin, and a stooped body, it looks like you haven't lived for a few years, and you're only twenty-seven?"

"Brother Jiang, how old are you this year?"

"Me? I'm twenty-nine this year!" Fatty Jiang said seriously: "When I was more than ten years old, I owed Xia Zheng a favor. I wanted to pay him back in a few years, but I heard the news of his death not long after."

"But...but it seems to you that at your age, you should..."

"Huh?" Fatty Jiang stared at him with rounded eyes.

"Also...it's only less than twenty."

Glasses swallowed, and forcibly swallowed the phrase "forty next to the side" from his throat.

"Young people should talk more if they can talk."

Fatty Jiang smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

That thick, fat hand almost broke the bones of the glasses.

"Glasses, I see you..."

"Actually, I have a name. My name is Lu Yang."

"Lu Glasses, I think your skills are not bad, but not comprehensive enough. Do you want to learn from me for two years? At that time, the two of us, master and apprentice, will go to invade the air defense system of the floating city so that Miss Xia can knock down that city."

"I... I actually want to live..."

"I understand, we are all young people in our twenties, who doesn't want to pursue excitement."

Fatty Jiang slapped back the second half of Lu Yang's words.

Lu Yang's face was pale.

With Fatty Jiang holding his shoulders, he couldn't think of anything to say no to.

I could barely squeeze out an ugly smile.

"By the way, this USB flash drive was given to me by Luo Ruyan, who asked me to upload the contents to his account on a website. Later, I stopped the transfer and did not upload it." Lu Yang took out the USB flash drive , to Fatty Jiang.

"This thing...is Lu Wen's previous data in it?"

Fatty Jiang called Lu Wen and threw the USB flash drive to him.

As soon as he threw it out, he regretted it.

"How big is this USB drive? It can actually hold more than ten days of memory videos of a bionic person, and Lu Wen is still a customized model. The specifications of the memory videos are quite high, movie-level videos..."

Fatty Jiang covered his heart, feeling as if he had just thrown a flat out of his hands.

The price of this kind of USB flash drive is ridiculously expensive in the market, and only the red and blue companies sell it.

Ordinary data storage is slightly larger, and a larger mobile hard disk is used.

"Just format the data in this thing when you go back, and give it to you. Although this thing is expensive, but now I have a certain authority over Bilan, internal personnel, and can buy it at a discount." Lu Wen waved his hand, quite indifferent , this u disk is useless to him.

His current data backup needs more storage space.

But anyway, he has three bodies, and the other two bodies are used as mobile data backups.

"Speaking of which, if I were Luo Ruyan, I would definitely use Lu Wen's data of more than ten days to create many Lu Wens to confuse us." Fatty Jiang said.

"As long as the real me doesn't act with you, it's fine."

"Makes sense."

"And... I'm a special bionic person. Luo Ruyan can't control me. The more me he creates, the more likely he will be backlashed by me. I think Luo Ruyan already understood this when he was studying my data. It's one o'clock."

"There is no way to control it?" Fatty Jiang was a little puzzled, "As long as it is a machine, there is a way to control it."

"That's why I'm special."

Lu Wen smiled lightly and didn't explain too much.

The crowd drove slowly on the road back to the hotel.

There is no way to hurry up, the roads are blocked.

The colorful neon lights reflected the night sky of this dilapidated city very charmingly. Regardless of the rain, young people walked on both sides of the street on skateboards, and the sound of pulleys sounded in the streets and alleys.

At around ten o'clock in the evening, the light rain turned into a drifting heavy rain.

Fortunately, no matter which city it is, the drainage system is doing quite well.

Everyone returned to the hotel.

Most of the rest of the team went back to wash and prepare to rest. They all knew that there were thirteen guys on Xia Chuluo's list, and they would be busy in the next few days.

Fatty Jiang was sitting in the lobby on the first floor, doing psychological work for Lu Yang.

He said solemnly: "Our team has no salary, and it all depends on enthusiasm. Are you very happy?"

Lu Yang: "..."

"Believe me, hang out with us for a while, you will never regret it."

"..."

Xia Chuluo and Lu Wen sat in the corner by the window.

Although the girl wanted to stare at Yujing in a daze, Lu Wen still blocked most of her body.

According to the Qi Jun who was at the secret door in the morning, the people from the temple had broken their halberds in this hotel several times, and they must have been eyeing the people inside the hotel. It is very dangerous to sit by the window at this time.

"Do you feel a lot more relaxed?" Lu Wen asked.

"As long as that city is still floating, there is little time to experience relaxation."

Xia Chuluo rarely wanted to find some time to be in a daze.

The rain scene of this old city is very suitable for killing time, the rainwater flows down the glass windows, knocks on the ground, and makes a tinkling sound.

The mechanic and the doctor still sat in the hall.

The two of them also came here for those precious invitation letters. They both have strong personal abilities. If they can go up, they might be able to stay in the floating city and settle permanently.

The shop owner sat at the front desk, counting the income of the whole day today.

Earnings are zero today.

After the incident in the morning, the wreath is still placed not far from the store entrance. If it weren't for the heavy rain, the relatives of the deceased would have already started burning paper and incense at the door.

"It's raining so much, and it's still so late, no one should come."

When he thought this way last night, Xia Chuluo's team came back.

Thinking about it again tonight.

Not long.

The door was suddenly pushed open.

The sound of the rain, which was originally blocked by the glass, suddenly became louder, and the sound of howling wind also poured into the hotel, making everyone's hair flow.

It was the middle-aged gunman who opened the door.

He was drenched, the rain dripped slowly down his cheeks, and his face was pale.

The mechanical arm that replaced the left arm was completely torn, and various parts and circuits were shaking slightly.

These metals have a silvery luster under the baptism of rain.

No blue blood, it's a separate robotic arm

There was blood at the corner of the middle-aged man's mouth, and there were two horrible lacerations on his right arm, as if torn apart by the claws of some ferocious beast. The blood was dripping, and the pale skin was turned up, revealing the pale flesh and blood beaten by the rain.

He stumbled to the front desk and asked for a cup of hot water.

"My ancestors, can you stop coming back after you go out to fight and make trouble? What crime did I do? With so many tenants, can't there be a few normal ones..."

The boss sighed.

He has been running a hotel for some years, and he has never been so frightened like these days.

In the past, when the invitation letters were issued every few years, the atmosphere was only relatively tense, and those bloody incidents were all on the side of the dark night street that could not be seen.

This year has not yet started, gunshots have been heard one after another, and the death toll has also begun to surge.

"Hot water."

The boss placed a glass of water at the front desk, along with some white pills.

"It's a painkiller. Fortunately, I always have it ready."

"Thank you very much."

The middle-aged man did not hesitate.

He swallowed two pills with hot water.

Without the washing of the rain, the pale flesh on his right arm began to ooze red blood again.

The doctor hurried back to the second floor and took his case to the hall.

"The wound is deep. Fortunately, no bone is injured, but try not to go out for action during this time. Life is the most important thing. Living is more important than anything else."

Although the two hadn't known each other for long.

But adhering to the concept of saving lives and helping the wounded, the doctor still gave a few serious instructions.

The wound needs to be cleaned, then stitched and bandaged.

The mechanic likewise went upstairs and came down with his great pile of metal tools.

All kinds of tools are dazzling.

He put on the monocle, carefully observed the left arm of the middle-aged man, and said: "Your mechanical arm can still be repaired, but...it is difficult to return to the previous state, and the repair cycle is quite long. It is recommended that you change to a new arm directly, so that the time spent is the shortest, and everything is up to you to decide."

"I only have this arm." The middle-aged man replied.

"I have more here, and the effect should be better than your current arm." The mechanic said.

"Then please help me get a new one, money is not a problem."

This rainy night treatment lasted for a long time.

The clock hanging in the hall on the first floor passed by every moment.

The shop owner couldn't hold it anymore, went back to sleep, and left a contact information at the front desk, so someone can contact him.

It was just early morning.

The middle-aged man handled both arms at the same time.

The right arm is tightly bandaged, and there is no major problem in daily use, but it will take a long time to recover.

"Try not to take a bath during this time. If you really want to take a bath, don't let your right arm touch the water, otherwise it will be easy to get infected." The doctor warned.

"It's time to work."

The middle-aged man returned to his own room, took out a box of cash, and gave a stack to the doctor.

The doctor didn't say no, he deserved it.

More money for mechanics.

This new left arm is stronger and more flexible than before, with a bronzed sheen reminiscent of mechanical monsters from medieval legends.

The two went back to rest after collecting their respective fees.

Fatty Jiang had already convinced Lu Yang to the point that they hooked their shoulders together, one tall and one short, one fat and one thin, and went upstairs talking and laughing, leaving behind two endlessly imaginative backs.

In the hall on the first floor.

Now only Xia Chuluo who was staring at the rain screen in a daze was left.

Lu Wen, who is always on guard against the outside world.

And the middle-aged man and his remaining half of the box of money.

He carried the box, walked up to the two of them, put the box on the table and opened it.

The neat stacks of cash looked very attractive under the not-so-bright lights in the hall.

"I know that the team of the two is very strong, and the abilities of the two should be quite strong, so I would like to ask the two to help me kill a person."

The middle-aged man spoke earnestly and looked at the two of them.

Lu Wen felt that Xia Chuluo should refuse.

This is Xia Chuluo's usual style. Most of the time, she is indifferent, planning her next steps in the shortest time, making a perfect plan, and then executing it.

concise.

She rarely interferes with other things.

"The leader of the temple?" Xia Chuluo asked lightly.

"Yes." The middle-aged man nodded.

"There are quite a lot of people in the temple, scattered in every corner of the city. Judging from your appearance, you should have found an opportunity today to compete one-on-one with that temple leader."

Xia Chuluo turned her head with calm eyes.

"You are very confident in yourself. You have been away from the central city for so many years, you have ventured into many places, and you think you are strong enough, but you still failed, and the defeat was complete. The fighting power of the leader of the temple is beyond your expectations?"

"He... is strong, really strong."

The middle-aged man did not deny it, and affirmed the strength of his opponent.

"When I left this city nine years ago, I met him and fought against him. I was still an ordinary person at that time, but he was not too strong, and his status was not high."

"Is he a human or a bionic?"

"It should be a human, a modified human whose whole body has undergone a major transformation, is quite powerful, and is also very skilled in various fighting skills."

"How sure are you that it's a human?"

"this……"

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, then shook his head.

He wasn't sure.

"If you want me to help you, let's talk about your daughter first."