Fault Utopia

Chapter 452 Don’t deserve to die

Justin@ opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling with a sudden strong sense of unreality. He subconsciously looked at the time when he suddenly realized that he only needed to work 12 hours a day and no longer needed to take company stimulants.

"It only takes 12 hours a day. It's so cool! It's really so cool!!" He rolled happily on the bed holding the sex robot in the quilt.

He raised his scarred wrist and stretched hard, then went to the small sink and started washing. While brushing his teeth, he looked at the man in the mirror.

He wore a pair of prosthetic eyes with black pupils and his long elf ears were pierced with earrings. When he noticed the scars from his previous suicide attempt, Justin couldn't help but be glad that he didn't succeed in committing suicide, otherwise he wouldn't be living the happy life he has now.

The suicidal tendencies I had in the past disappeared without a trace after my working hours were reduced from 22 hours to 12 hours. I felt that the whole world was filled with joy and happiness.

After lowering his head and kissing the portrait of Sun Jack on his pajamas, he prepared to go out to work.

When he came to the street, Justin opened the music software of the system and began to hum along with the music. When he came to the subway, he ordered a hot dog at the hot dog stand.

"15 bitch." "Sweep it over."

After taking a bite, Justin felt extremely happy. You know, this kind of organic food used to cost at least 200 dog B, but now it is so cheap, even though his workload has been reduced and his salary has been cut.

But now that food is so cheap, I, who used to live paycheck to paycheck, can actually save more money than before.

"But if they sell it at such a low price, won't United Fruit really lose money?" Justin thought about this question as he walked down the subway exit.

The smell in the subway station was much better than before. There was no more smell of feces or urine. But what touched Justin the most was that there were finally not so many people jumping on the subway.

In the past, the subway was basically never on time because it had to clear out corpses every day, which resulted in me being fined for being late for work.

Justin walked past a black man who was arguing with a drone with two arms. "Fuck! I didn't say I won't pay you back. Don't scare me. I wasn't raised to be scared. The Metropolitan Government has a new rule that since I only have one organ, you are not qualified to harvest my organ! The most you can do is monitor my dog ​​B account!"

When he saw that the black man was also wearing a Sun Jack T-shirt, he and he immediately smiled at each other.

Not long after, the subway arrived on time. When the subway door opened, two BCPD agents wearing combat prosthetics walked out with grim faces, dragging a tattered corpse.

"Control panel, NO:12234 has been killed, over." "Control panel received."

Others walked into the subway walking on the blood as if nothing had happened. When the subway started again, the sweeping robot had already rushed over and quickly cleaned up the blood and internal organ fragments.

Justin lifted his feet and let the robot clean his bloody soles.

He glanced around and saw that many people in the carriage were wearing Sun Jack's clothes and had Sun Jack's tattoos. When he saw a woman with a cockscomb haircut holding Sun Jack's electric toy and stuffing it into her miniskirt, as a fan of Sun Jack, he couldn't help but smile.

"My idol is really loved by everyone." As Sun Jack, who has completely changed the metropolis and brought more benefits to the citizens of the metropolis, he is very well-known among the citizens of the metropolis and even has some fanatical fans, and he is one of them.

Because it was Sun Jack who pulled himself back from the brink of death, and he did what he said, making his life much better than before, people like this make up a large part of Sun Jack's fans.

There is no need to even describe Sun Jack's life. Just by feeling the changes before and after, you can feel the obvious difference.

Whether it was the previous sharing of DNA modification technology or the subsequent reforms of various rules of Metropolis, he was indeed helping to gain benefits for himself. Such a person has never appeared in Metropolis before.

After arriving at the workplace, he, as a traveling doctor, followed the medical robot and got on the hovercraft. There was a two spiral logo on the top of the hovercraft. This was Micro-Tech Medical's hovercraft, specially prepared for VIP members who had subscribed to their company's medical packages.

He had to be on standby at all times. When the members' biological detection alarm sounded, they had to arrive at the location within 3 minutes. Suddenly, the lifting light of the hovercraft lit up, and the next second, a strong recoil force pressed down on him, almost deforming his bones.

Soon, he saw his employer lying among the corpses. His right arm was broken and he was lying in a puddle of water with several bullet wounds in his body. Around him lay a group of pedestrians groaning in pain.

"Hurry! The customer has no vital signs!" Justin rushed down with the captain. While others were alert to everything around them, his palms quickly cracked open and various needles extended from them, quickly connecting to the customer's blood vessels and nerves.

After he followed the medical robot's efforts, he finally saved the customer's life.

After watching the platinum customer take the hovercraft, he asked the pedestrians around him as usual: "Everyone, does anyone need medical services? It only takes 8.8% off to buy on the spot!"

As medical advertisements were projected from the hovercraft, he followed the others and asked one by one. As the company's account was credited, he and his companions began to make extra money.

Although they were all seriously injured, Justin could be saved as long as he was not dead.

After a busy period, there were fewer pedestrians lying on the ground. After asking again and confirming that the remaining few people really had no money to pay for medical expenses, Justin directed the medical robot to return to the hovercraft.

He had only taken a few steps when a hand that was pale due to lack of blood reached out from the side and simply grabbed his trouser leg.

Justin looked down and found a little boy of seven or eight years old. Half of his body was rotten and he was lying on the ground shivering. It was obvious that the child's pain editor seemed to have malfunctioned and he was in real pain.

Even though Justin felt a little bit sorry when he saw this scene, he couldn't do anything to help.

But just as he was about to leave, a message suddenly popped up on the system interface. "Warning, warning, there are injured people near you, please treat them as soon as possible."

Before he could figure out what was going on, he saw his captain walking down from the hovercraft in a rage, "Hurry up and save them, the cheapest kind! Just don't let them die!"

"Captain, are we going to ask them to pawn their internal organs?" another team member asked.
"Bullshit! According to the new regulations passed by the King through the Metropolitan Federation, all medical companies must assume some public obligations. As long as you are in the metropolis, no matter who you are or what your status is, you should not die even if you have no money!"

(End of this chapter)