Reincarnation Paradise: Start with an original sin object

Chapter 236: Twenty Years of Professional Bionic Prosthesis

The patrols sent by the bigwigs on the first level are responsible for monitoring the ecological conditions at the bottom level. Once a problem is found, the upper-level army will come down to investigate.

I don’t know what’s so special about this gatekeeper who emerged from the tenth floor.

After obtaining the intelligence, how to deal with this team leader became a new concern.

Xinghan frowned slightly: The team leader has a sensor chip installed in his body, and if he is killed, the alarm will be triggered immediately.

According to the threats made by the other party during the interrogation, the death of the squad leader would lead to the higher-ups sending an army of more than 5000 people.

This is definitely not something Xinghan can handle now.

The last time a team leader disappeared, the higher-ups directly sent troops to sweep the area and blocked all passages after the troops entered. Xinghan would then completely lose the chance to escape.

Xinghan thought it over carefully, and the gleam in his eyes while thinking made Assad tremble with fear.

He built a sealed metal coffin, intending to dismantle Assad into parts and reassemble them, and then sank it into the metal swamp.

While he was making the coffin, the "copy" stripped off the other person's remaining clothes, took out the "Eye of Hate" and began to scan.

The next second, the replica melted and reorganized like a candle, eventually becoming exactly the same as the patrol team leader.

The "clone" Xinghan looked down at the little kid under him, sneered, put on a patrol uniform, and prepared to go to the gathering place to investigate.

According to the results of the interrogation just now, the gathering place is located 200 meters deep underground.

This multi-purpose entertainment venue usually requires a credential to enter, and the credential represents the possession of resources or strength on the tenth floor.

Poor refugees are not allowed to enter - the air here will become polluted because of them.

As the patrol team leader at this moment, Xinghan naturally has no obstacles.

The entrance to the gathering place is an alloy gate with a diameter of 30 meters, and the surface is covered with a honeycomb structure that resists acid corrosion.

Six guards were standing on both sides, their breathing masks connected to the filtration system at the spine, and their modification style was exactly the same as that of the previous refugees.

When the guard bowed his head to greet him, the Eye of Hate hidden in his sleeve began to scan.

[Comparing the charm attributes of both sides... The comparison is completed. Our charm is 76 times that of the enemy's, and we have obtained 100% of the enemy's information. 】

Name: Gathering Place Sentinel
Category: Mechanical Family·Contaminated Body
Level 19
Health value: 100% (mechanical organ maintenance rate 72%)

Mechanical Energy: 0/120
Pollution Energy: 380/380 (20% loss for each mechanical core destroyed)

Strength: 38 (Exoskeleton Overload +15)

Agility: 17
Physical strength: 46 (metal skeleton +20)

Intelligence: 4 (brain nerve metallization)

Charisma: 1
Skill 1: Metal Hunger (Passive Lv. 22) You need to eat metal every 8 hours, otherwise all attributes will decrease by 40%.
技能2：脉冲刀过载（主动Lv.21）消耗140点污染能量，对目标进行5段斩击（每击造成67物理伤害+34辐射伤害），使用后陷入8秒「过热」状态（防御力-50%）

Skill 3: Symbiotic Exoskeleton (Passive Lv.19) The spinal mechanical support provides 25% physical resistance, but takes an additional 49% critical damage when taking electrical damage.
技能4：触须自毁（终结技·主动Lv.26）生命值低于5%时激活，六条倒刺触须进行无差别攻击（每秒造成95真实伤害），持续6秒后本体融化为腐蚀脓液
Skill 5: Rust Intuition (Passive Lv.16) The combat instinct cultivated by the tenth level of Ji Guotian, dodge rate on rusty land +29%
技能6：劣化增殖（场地技·被动Lv.9）死亡时释放机械寄生虫（3秒后孵化出Lv.5腐蚀甲虫，继承本体12%属性）
Skill 7: Cooperative Defense (Lv.20) Six people share 30% of the damage
Skill 8: Corrosive Saliva (Lv.18) Attacks with additional metal rust effect
……

Xinghan was shocked that 80% of the guards' abilities were the same as those of the wilderness refugees.

This is very unusual. You know, the wilderness refugees are the lowest level of existence even on the tenth floor.

The guards of the gathering place are far superior to the wilderness refugees in terms of status and strength.

And the two of them actually shared a similar transformation system, which made Xinghan smell an even stronger strange aura.

He was extremely alert, but Xinghan could only play the role of patrol captain at this time.

He walked right past the guards and into the elevator.

Xinghan took the vertical elevator into the gathering place.

The feeling of weightlessness as the elevator descended lasted for twelve seconds.

The moment the gate opened, a warm current mixed with the smell of blood rushed towards us.

Xinghan instantly identified and analyzed 87 chemical compounds, no less than thirty of which were psychotropic drugs.

The gathering place occupied the entire underground cavity, and the neon tubes hanging from the vault were constantly dripping condensation.

The circular bar on the left is transformed from a whole piece of spaceship wreckage, and its surface is inlaid with a twitching bionic brain.

Some biological components acting as bartenders are connected to infusion tubes, and the liquid splashed when the robotic arms mix cocktails corrodes the countertop and produces blue smoke.

In the medieval-style bar, some people were smoking unknown powders, some were drinking and making noise, and some men and women were having physical sex directly on the table.

The modified metal "thing" of one of them was particularly eye-catching.

Xinghan looked calm and found an empty table and sat down.

The appearance of the patrol team leader did not cause much commotion, and everyone was used to it.

Although these patrol teams rely on the early warning chips to bully others on the tenth floor, the soldiers and officers who can be dispatched to this harsh environment are not the type who are very successful.

Even if it is gilded, no one would choose such an environment that would shorten one's life.

As for anyone having any malicious intentions towards the patrol team, no one did. After all, the chain reaction caused by the death of the team leader last time was still fresh in people's memory.

Xinghan ordered a drink using the currency he got from the team leader.

Two hours later, the cocktail glass had been emptied five times. Of course, according to Xinghan's habit, all the drinks were currently thrown into the team space.

From beginning to end, Xinghan has not obtained any valuable information.

Not far away, the wilderness hunter equipped with a metal bionic "***" was still attacking crazily, and the woman under him had already fainted.

Just when Xinghan was about to order another glass of wine and change his seat to be farther away from the pile driver.

A drunk man staggered over with a wine glass in his hand and sat down naturally to the side of Xinghan.

He drank the wine in the glass with one hand and handed over a business card with the other.

Xinghan took it casually.

"Bionic prosthesis professional for 20 years, long-lasting and durable"

Xinghan looked up and saw the man with a pointed face and monkey cheeks winking in the direction of the violent output.

"Captain. Hiccup. Is the last batch of goods any good?"

"The guy who was in contact with you before was very unlucky. He suddenly disappeared a few days ago. This is my business card. I will be the one to contact you from now on."

As he spoke, the drunk took out an object half a meter long and as thick as his forearm from his arms, which made Xinghan feel a chill.

Xinghan was about to speak when his pupils suddenly shrank and murderous intent filled his eyes.

He suddenly thought, if he couldn't defeat Assad, then he would be facing a terrifying... purgatory.

Comparing the size of the thing in the drunk's hand with his eyes, Xinghan's murderous intent became stronger.

At this moment, Xinghan had secretly made up his mind that the first second after leaving the tenth floor, he would detonate the time bomb in the metal coffin to make that disgusting creature disappear completely from this world.

Seeing that Xinghan didn't say anything, the drunk man thought that Xinghan was not satisfied with his "goods".

"Captain, I have something else here. Would you like to take a look at my side?"

The patrol captain was obviously an old customer of the other party, so Xinghan did not refuse the other party's invitation at this moment.

Xinghan forced a stiff smile, stood up, followed the drunk, and left the gathering place together.

He followed the drunk for about ten minutes and came to a place that was many times larger than the shack occupied by Xinghan. It looked like it should have been a huge warehouse.

The drunk man spat a mouthful of thick phlegm mixed with alcohol onto the biometric identifier at the door.

The metal door recognized the drunkard and slowly opened.

"Sir, please come in!"

Xinghan did not hesitate. On the tenth floor, no one would harm a patrol team leader unless they wanted to die.

What's more, Xinghan is a clone now and is not afraid of ordinary dangers at all.

When the metal door closed behind him, the breathing mask on Xinghan's face automatically filtered out the strong smell of organic solvents in the air.

A space of about 15 square meters in the corner is filled with transparent culture chambers, with various bionic organs floating in the light green nutrient solution.

His tactical eyepiece scanned the neatly stacked rows of boxes in the corner, with some black liquid still remaining on their surfaces.

"The latest vibration module, suitable for any model."

The drunk began to introduce the goods to Xinghan.

He used his fingernails to pry open the dust plug at the end of a prosthesis, revealing the silver-white quantum chip inside.

Xinghan noticed the etched codes on the edges of the chips - the numbered part representing the date clearly indicated that the chips were produced three months ago.

These chips were obviously not recycled from the garbage dump on the tenth floor, but were new products that had just been produced.

The condensed water from the metal culture chamber slid down the cabin wall, reflecting tiny spots of light on Xinghan's tactical eyepiece.

He picked up the bionic forearm joints one by one and stroked the laser etched codes on the inner wall with his fingertips.

"They are actually from the same batch." Xinghan muttered to himself.

He was now 100% sure that there was something wrong with the drunk in front of him.

This guy definitely has a channel to communicate with the upper world.

Upon closer inspection, the drunkard's clothes were disheveled and had a sour smell mixed with organic solvents and low-quality lubricants.

But the material of his clothes was obviously softer, more comfortable, and more wear-resistant than most people's clothes seen in the bar.

“What is the damping coefficient of this batch of joints?”

Xinghan asked casually, and saw out of the corner of his eye that the drunk's right little finger was twitching unnaturally, and he was obviously a little nervous.

The drunk man didn't expect Xinghan to stay and refused to leave. He thought Xinghan would leave after buying what he wanted.

After several transactions, the patrol captain couldn’t wait to find a place to “test” the bionic prosthesis he purchased.

Xinghan is not in the mood for this.

Looking at Xinghan's inquiring gaze, the drunk man answered with gritted teeth.

"I'm just a small workshop that assembles things casually. I haven't paid attention to the official parameters."

The drunk man picked up a spherical joint from the culture medium. The surface suddenly lit up with a faint blue light pattern. He changed the subject and said, "Feel the coating. It's a three-layer composite."

Before he finished speaking, Xinghan had already taken out the detection probe he usually used in experiments, and when the drunk turned around to take the sample, he quietly inserted it into the gap of the box next to him.

Although the replica cannot use personal space and team space, it is common practice to hide some small objects inside the body.

At the same time, the scan data from the Eye of Hate flowed across the retina like a waterfall.

Xinghan randomly picked up a bionic prosthesis from the shelf, and with his other hand he took out the patrol captain's authority chip and signaled the other party to pay.

Although he didn't know why the patrol captain, who had always used cash for transactions, suddenly wanted to swipe a card this time, based on the principle that the customer is God, the drunk man still took out an old card machine.

“How long does it take to customize a complete motion system?”

Xinghan swiped the patrol captain's authority chip across the card reader.

"Hey, why didn't you brush it?"

Xinghan picked up the card and pretended to check it while tearing off a transparent sticker as thin as a cicada's wing.

This was a fake card that he had prepared in advance with a simple Trojan program.

At this moment, the built-in decryption program begins to parse the other party's transaction records.

In the flashing moment of the information flow, he caught an encrypted entry from twenty-three days ago. The suffix characters of the transaction party's code name "Raven" were similar to the graffiti marks in the upper sewage pipe.

Xinghan remained calm and swiped the card again.

“Ding, payment successful.”

The drunk took a quick glance, confirmed the payment was successful, and immediately smiled and said:

"The production cycle of the entire motion system depends on the nerve bundle material you choose. If it is the same as SEG."

He opened his collar to reveal the marks of modification on his neck. The dark red hyperplastic tissue was embedded with densely packed peripheral interfaces - these interfaces could be connected to various machines and limbs, and were very practical for the natives of this world.

"I need a custom-made motion system and a pair of prosthetic eyes, as well as 20 soft tentacles, the highest configuration."

Xinghan held the ID card between two fingers, indicating to the other party that money was not a problem.

The drunk's Adam's apple rolled twice, and his modified vocal cords made an unnatural tremor: "This kind of precision goods must be ordered three months in advance."

Before he could finish his words, Xing Han interrupted him with a wave of his hand.

"Time is no problem. As long as the quality is good enough, I can wait."

After saying that, Xinghan laughed at himself.

Looking at Xinghan's smile, the drunk seemed to understand something.

He knew very well that the person who was assigned to the 10th floor as patrol captain must have done poorly above or offended someone, or at least must be a small figure with no background.

Every patrol team leader must stay in this harsh environment for a certain period of time before they can return to the upper level.

Just now, he saw Xinghan lingering here and refused to leave, and thought that the other party had discovered something.

At this moment, he thought that the captain in front of him was just one of those guys who couldn't stand the blow and became extremely perverted.

From the set of items that Xinghan wanted to pre-order, he had already imagined what kind of perverted gameplay the other party would use after receiving the goods.

But it has nothing to do with him, he just needs to get paid to do the job.

These patrol captains come to this harsh environment and have a high salary that ordinary people can hardly imagine.

Although it is called salary, it is actually another form of spiritual and physical compensation.

The drunk man quoted a high price without hesitation.

Xinghan pretended to hesitate for a moment, and finally turned and left after paying a 30% deposit.

The door opened and closed again.

The drunk man was so overjoyed after receiving the huge sum of money that he didn't notice the curve at the corner of Xinghan's mouth.

The fish is hooked.

(End of this chapter)