Cyber ​​Swordsman 2121

Chapter 217, Unsuitable painting style
As they chatted along the way, Zhang Baoren and Zhang Baoren soon came to the outermost edge of the familiar garbage mountain again.

This is the earliest garbage dump, so I don’t know how many times it has been searched by people. The good things have been picked up long ago. Usually, no garbage guy comes here, so I hid the piano box in a certain place here.

Then he crossed the mountains all the way, headed towards the city on the other side of the garbage, and halfway found a broken thigh-thin, scroll-shaped vertical Sony speaker.

He put the sword box in, and found a belt to tie it on his back, which was just the waist in the real appearance.

The piano case was used before because there was also an anti-material sniper rifle in addition to the sword box, so there must be enough space, but not long ago, I ran too fast in Qingshui Lake, and the anti-material sniper rifle had no time to put it away.

Only the sword box is left, and such a cylindrical speaker is enough.

At the same time, Zhang Baoren has changed his appearance, so it is also necessary for a mouthful. The pumpkin shell must not be used anymore. It has been replaced by a blue and white cat coat with a big head, and the blade-shaped propeller has been replaced by a bamboo dragonfly.

"This is finally appropriate." Zhang Baoren nodded in satisfaction.

He walked around Zhang Baoren in one breath, "Why do I feel like we don't get along..."

"It doesn't matter what looks on the outside, the important thing is to hide from being discovered."

"Ok."

...

After the camouflage was done, it was time to deal with the injuries on his body.

Naturally, you need to go to the hospital to see a doctor, but for Zhang Baoren, you must not go to a regular hospital, because in the current state, the identity information test cannot pass the test.

And there is no need to go, although the injuries on his body look terrible now, but in fact they are all superficial injuries, not fundamentally injured, which is nothing in this era.

As long as you find a small clinic equipped with a surgical treatment table and will not inquire about the patient's origin, it will be enough to meet your needs.

And for such a place, a name just pops up in my heart as soon as I think about it.

"Watson's Old Military Clinic".

This black clinic that specializes in serving people in gray and black areas fully meets Zhang Baoren's requirements, and at the same time, he is at ease because he has been there before.

But before that, money must be prepared, no matter what you do in this city, you can't do without this kind of thing.

Zhang Baoren asked, "Have you sold anything over there?"

He replied at once, "Ms. Wang Ling's side has already dealt with everything. Many people are interested in this top-level martial art of a big company, and it will be sold out soon."

"How did you buy it?"

"There are three kinds of martial arts we sold, namely, 'Jade Immortal Bone' for 14 yuan, 'Xuanmo Iron Skin' for 13 yuan, and 'Fire Eyes' for 10.5 yuan."

"Why so little?" Zhang Baoren was a little puzzled when he heard the words, "Fiery eyes are second-hand martial arts, so it's understandable that the price is lower. Jade fairy bones and black mill iron sheets are fresh goods."

He explained, "It's the first-hand new martial arts, but these two martial arts are the most basic external martial arts, not the core martial arts organs, and the value is not high."

"When I watched the auction process, the buyer who bought our martial arts, 'Master 3 Cats', asked if there were any, 'Quantum Monkey Brain' and 'Wuji God and Demon Furnace', and the direct price was more than 70, which was even okay. Plus."

"700000+, even in the same martial arts system, the gap between different martial arts and different martial arts is really too far." Zhang Baoren said.

"That's the difference in technology content."

"Well, forget it, don't think so much, 37.5 is 37.5. For us, this is a big money that we have never seen before."

Zhang Baoren ordered, "First settle the debt with Daoist Sanmao and the lending company, then call a car, and we will go to the old military doctor Watson."

The place where the old military doctor is located is in the south of the city, and there is still some distance from the garbage dump. Zhang Baoren has been walking for half a day, and he really doesn't want to continue walking.

If you take the sky train, firstly, you need an identity check, and secondly, it is crowded with people, which is not conducive to hiding. Just at this time, your pockets are full, so you can call a taxi extravagantly for comfort.

As the order was sent, within a few words, a yellow unmanned sky train came from the sky, landed beside Zhang Baoren and opened the door automatically.

Then, when the two of them got into the car, the car started without any bumps, accelerated, and under the control of the Sinan system, merged into the air lane and rushed towards the destination quickly.

A few minutes later, a dilapidated street with the architectural style of the last century in the southern suburbs.

Once again standing under the plaque written crookedly in paint, "Watson, an old military doctor, bone setting, massage, acupuncture, cupping, strengthening yang and nourishing kidney", Zhang Baoren's heart was no longer jerky and restrained from last time.

"Great...great...great..."

"who?"

A familiar voice came from the clinic. An old man with a hunched body and half of his face transformed by a prosthetic body appeared from the darkness following the sound with an electromagnetic rifle in his hand.

He looked at the two people outside vigilantly with his prosthetic eyes flashing red, "The guest looks a bit unfamiliar, is it from the Health Bureau or the Food and Drug Administration?"

"The hospital just saves lives and heals the wounded. What is the purpose of checking the patient's household registration? What kind of bad guys can appear in this bright world."

Zhang Baoren casually lifted the hem of his clothes, casually exposed the Leihuo 13 pinned to his waist, and the cylindrical hilt containing the lightsaber, and said with a kind smile: "Everyone is a serious and kind person, what do you say?" right."

"He is indeed a good person. The official people are not as pleasant to speak as you, and they will not wear such a rough and individual optical invisibility mask like you."

The old military doctor Watson put away his rifle and stepped sideways out of the way into the clinic.

"What's wrong?"

"Some skin trauma."

Zhang Baoren went into the clinic with his head down, and then took off his shirt, revealing the criss-cross wounds all over his body.

The old military doctor Watson naturally stepped forward, "It's a severe injury, and it's been a while, and some places are infected... Well, it doesn't seem to be an infection. This wound is a bit unnatural. I said... Your optical mask is It’s not that it’s opened too much, just cover your face, there’s no way to see a doctor.”

"Feel sorry."

Zhang Baoren touched his earlobe, his tall and strong body suddenly shrunk, revealing his original body and the face of a middle-aged man with vicissitudes.

"Well, it looks much more pleasing to the eye this way."

The old military doctor scratched Alloy's forehead, "Let me see, this injury... Well, it can't be cured without 800."

"800? This is just a skin trauma."

"But you have a large area, and you use a lot of sutures." The old military doctor approached slightly to explain, "Don't think it's expensive, and I won't give you that kind of expired sutures."

(End of this chapter)