Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

Arriving at Puwei, I was hungry, so I ate a plate of layered cake. (Arriving at Puwei Village, I was hungry, so I ate a plate of layered cake.)

Eat a plate of layered cakes Eat a plate of layered cakes (eat a plate of layered cakes, eat a layer of cakes)

Kamijou, Shimojo, I've visited both Kamijou Village and Shimojo Village.

……

This song, which is said to be from the old times, is quite popular among the young people in New Malaysia.

Fang Bailu turned to KC who was humming along with the music: "KC, is there any news on the street recently?"

Asking about the latest news casually is Fang Bailu's professional habit.

A useful piece of intelligence often represents a considerable profit:

There was a conflict between the bandits and the barbarian tribe outside the city? Then we must quickly purchase a batch of ammunition and gunpowder weapons, which will surely sell for a high price.

Is there a rising star swordsman who has made a name for himself in the city? Hurry up and sign an agency contract with him or her. The agent's commission will be indispensable in the future.

Which grassroots executive of a company wants to be promoted? Whether you help him arrange a skilled assassin or provide bodyguard services to the boss, there is money to be made! More often than not, the agent of both the bodyguard and the assassin will be Fang Bailu.

But it usually costs money to obtain this profitable intelligence, so collecting all kinds of information in a free way is also one of Fang Bailu's daily tasks.

However, this information is often fragmented and needs to be sorted out, analyzed, and distinguished between true and false in order to weave it into a complete and useful intelligence.

Fang's Hardware Store was closed for the past two days, leaving Fang Bailu without most of her sources of information.

"Wow! Let me tell you, the streets have been extremely peaceful these past two days! There are no more fights between gangs. The gang leaders have all huddled in their territories, and they are very peaceful."

A gang leader is a leader of a violent underground organization.

Fang Bailu also had a lot of business dealings with these gangsters: after all, street fights also require excellent equipment and weapons.

KC slapped the steering wheel twice, as if to vent his anger:

"My delivery business has decreased recently. I don't know if it's because of the peaceful atmosphere. Hahaha, of course I don't know if the goods I usually deliver are from corner dealers. I have deleted all my memories on time, haha."

He touched his smooth black forehead, and then waved the word "Secret" on the display screen on the back of his hand towards Fang Bailu.

The peddlers’ confidentiality is trustworthy. Once there is a risk of leaking secrets, the sharp blades from gangs and companies will fall on their heads sooner.

"Whether it's the division of territory, conflicts of interest, or personal grudges... Usually, those gangs always fight with each other for these messy reasons, but they have calmed down in the past two days..."

Fang Bailu vaguely felt that this was also related to the so-called "immortal body".

He recalled the question he had asked Ambenola:

"You want that immortal body, right?"

"Yes."

Somehow, Fang Bailu felt eagerness and desire from the mechanical voice coming from the Anbennola mask.

……

KC carried the prosthesis and Mr. Huang Wu to the second floor, and helped to place the still comatose Erni on the recliner, then said goodbye and left.

As soon as he left Fang's Hardware Store, the chip in his brain automatically deleted his memory as the mission was completed.

Fang Bailu jumped to the workbench on one foot and put the defense system that had been shut down by Mr. Huang Wu back online.

"Transferring souls to other bodies is a very dangerous operation." Anbennola looked at Fang Bailu's prosthetic body and said calmly. "It's fine if you want to transfer your three souls and seven spirits to other bodies, but to transfer them to a prosthetic body... are you trying to become a demon?"

After Fang Bailu activated the defense system, he sat down on the workbench to relieve the pressure on his one foot:

"I think it was easy for that demon to possess me." Fang Bailu patted the lead-coated box beside him, which contained the head of Master Huang Wu. "It was just a joke. Don't worry, I have no intention of becoming possessed by a demon and turning into a madman."

The number of prosthetic limbs a normal human can install is closely related to his level of understanding of alchemy. If the number of prosthetic limbs exceeds what alchemy can bear, there is a risk of becoming possessed.

Apart from the Qigong practitioners who can practice alchemy and its profound skills and have their spirit leave their bodies, other people will inevitably become possessed once they transfer their three souls and seven spirits - that is, their thoughts - into the body.

The manifestations of being possessed by a demon are varied and varied.

However, what Fang Bailu intended to do was not to transfer his own thoughts, but to copy a copy of his thoughts into the artificial body so that the two thoughts could exist at the same time.

This approach would definitely cause Fang Bailu in the artificial body to become possessed, but he had also thought of the corresponding means and awareness.

Fang Bailu did not continue the topic:

"You said last night...the Microcomputer Taoism Research Society would find a zombie corpse today, but it might not be mine. Did they find it?"

This was originally a threat from Anbennola to Fang Bailu last night. But after the two of them confirmed their partnership, it became a promise to help Fang Bailu conceal his identity.

"Yes." Anbenola nodded slightly, "I left a corpse of a living dead in the south of the city. He was already brain dead, and I gave him a few gunshot wounds. I think it can delay the situation for a few days."

She rolled up her sleeves and waved at the lead box containing Master Huang Wu's head:

"That monster from the Yanshi Club... never mind. If you have something you want to know, just ask it directly."

Anbenola turned and went downstairs:

"Next time, don't contact me in such a weird way."

Fang Bailu watched Anbennola leave, turned around and looked at Mr. Huang Wu's body piled next to the workbench, rubbing his hands:

"Let me see what good stuff you have on you..."

Chapter 25: The Road is Narrow and the Grass is Long (Part )

Fang Bailu moved Mr. Huang Wu's torso to the workbench - the lightness of its weight was beyond his expectations.

He ran his hand over the soft hair on the outer layer of the torso and gently pressed the skin with his fingers: it did not return to its original shape, but left a faint mark.

"This is not your average bionic skin."

Fang Bailu picked up the impact drill from the toolbox and pressed it against the fur.

Zizizi!

The high-speed movement of the drill made shallow dents in the skin of the torso, but there was no damage at all.

He looked at the neck that was cut off by Erni's knife - there was a transparent layer under the fur, and some liquid was flowing in it.

"It should be a liquid bulletproof layer installed under the skin... I just don't know if it is a 'shear thickening fluid', 'magnetorheological fluid', or 'hydrogel soft film'?"

These are the liquid bulletproof fillers that are popular nowadays. They can weaken or even completely absorb the impact of most caliber bullets. Compared with the old-fashioned bulletproof materials, they are very flexible and light.

"Good stuff!" Fang Bailu almost laughed out loud.

This can be sold for a huge sum on the black market, and you can't even buy it in a regular weapon store! Only the elite security forces of large companies can be equipped in large quantities.

It's a pity that Huang Wuye's bionic mimicry is a yellow dog, so the skin area is not large. But whether it is installed on the vulnerable parts of the prosthesis or converted into a bulletproof vest, it can be of great use.

"Fortunately, Erni used a knife. If she had used a gun..."

Thinking of this, Fang Bailu couldn't help but feel a little scared. He estimated that this set of liquid bulletproof layer alone could be sold for 200 yuan.

He felt down along Master Huang Wu's limbs: there were patches of dark stains on the tip of the prosthesis, which were Fang Bailu's dried blood. Seeing this, the wound on his thigh couldn't help but ache.

Traces of modification can be seen at the joints, which is quite different from the "Wumingzhao-A" prosthetic limb that Fang Bailu had seen before.

“What an amazing modification.”

Although Fang Bailu is not a blacksmith, he has sold at least a thousand prosthetic limbs.

Modifying prosthetic limbs is extremely complex: every prosthetic limb, from development to market, is the result of countless trials and tribulations in the laboratory. If you can manually modify a prosthetic limb and improve its performance, you are considered an excellent blacksmith.

Fang Bailu was deeply impressed by Mr. Huang Wu's smooth and flowing changes in the structure of his prosthetic limbs.

He did not continue to disassemble Huang Wuye's torso: professional matters are best left to professionals. Unlike the strong outer shell, the internal parts are generally delicate and fragile.

If something is damaged, it will be difficult to sell it at a good price.

"Do the right thing first."

Fang Bailu opened the lead box containing Mr. Huang Wu's head: he had many questions that needed answers from this spirit.

"Ah, ah, ah!" Uncle Huang Wu let out a few dry barks, and his dog's eyes revealed human-like hatred and malice.

"Ah, I forgot you don't have a voice-generating device." Fang Bailu took out a few wires from the toolbox, connected one end to the broken end of Mr. Huang Wu's neck, and the other end to the socket on the workbench.

After some adjustments, Mr. Huang Wu's dog barking turned into human voice.

"...Don't kill Master Huang Wu! Master Huang Wu is willing to do anything!" A hurried voice came from the loudspeaker on the workbench.

It begged for mercy with its mouth, but its eyes were rolling around.

A melodious Buddhist chant suddenly sounded - this was the firewall alarm of the workbench, indicating that someone was trying to hack in.

"You're begging for mercy, but you're still not being honest..."

"Don't waste your energy... I asked a Buddhist master to bless my firewall." Fang Bailu flicked Huang Wuye's forehead and glanced at the data on the display screen; "If you crack it again... 412 years, 75 days and 20 hours, you can successfully hack in."

Asking a guru to consecrate a Buddha is not cheap, so Fang Bailu only bought this service for the workbench. When Master Huang Wu forcibly shut down the defense device before, he relied on the nerve line in the nose to establish a direct physical connection, bypassing the firewall extending from the workbench.

Master Huang Wu's dog face wrinkled up severely, and he looked very angry:

"Do you know who Master Huang Wu is? If you have the guts, save me right now, or I will dig your brains out..."

Listening to Master Huang Wu's chatter, Fang Bailu found it a little funny: they were all meat on the felt board, but they still looked like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water.

"Okay then, I'll do as you wish now."

Fang Bailu took out a disk from the toolbox: on it was a picture of a furious King Kong, which was a little blurry due to wear and tear. In the middle were a few large characters:

"The Tightening Curse: Revised".

"I've wanted to try this for a long time." Fang Bailu put the disk into the workbench. "This is made in Thailand. I wonder how many demons and monsters it has converted."

This disc, "The Tightening Curse: Revised", was banned by the New Malaysia authorities because it was too violent and cruel.

After some debugging, Fang Bailu connected the tight hoop directly to Master Huang Wu. He pressed the activation button -

"!!!!!!"

Deafening screams exploded from the speakers on the workbench, and Fang Bailu was so scared that he quickly turned off the sound.

Under the silence, Master Huang Wu's face was distorted, his eyeballs almost popped out of his sockets, and his pain was beyond words.

"Wow, its expression center is also high-end, so vivid..."

Fang Bailu watched Master Huang Wu struggling to survive, and even his injured right leg felt a lot lighter.

"Do you think that because you are a spirit, you can't feel pain?"

"I advise you to be honest, otherwise I will send the activation code of your magic spell to the digital space, and then someone may activate your magic spell 24 hours a day."

Fang Bailu turned off the tight hoop, and Master Huang Wu began to breathe heavily.

"The mimicry details are so well done, worthy of the Yanshi Club..." Fang Bailu felt a little amused when he saw Master Huang Wu, who clearly had no respiratory system and was still gasping for breath and looked weak.

He turned up the volume again and began to interrogate Master Huang Wu:

"First question, are you from the Yanshi Club?"

"…Yes and no."

Fang Bailu knocked on the workbench, and the murmur of the tight hoop as it was about to be activated sounded again:

"Are you trying to play philosophy with me? Explain yourself clearly!"

Huang Wuye began to chatter like beans pouring out of a bamboo tube:

"Master Huang Wu is not a member of the Yanshi Club! Master Huang Wu is just a dog under his master!"

This is consistent with Fang Bailu's guess and previous rumors: the members of the Yanshi Club should be mostly blacksmiths and mechanics, and Master Huang Wu should be the creation of one of the members.

"Next question, who is your master?"

While Fang Bailu was asking questions, his eyes were fixed on the screen on the workbench: it displayed the fluctuations in the goblin's thoughts every time it answered a question.

This is somewhat similar to the lie detector used on humans in the "previous life". It is a means for Fang Bailu to distinguish whether Mr. Huang Wu's words are true or false.

Once the mind fluctuates excessively, the chances of the answer being a lie are higher.

"It's a pity that my programming skills are limited, otherwise it would be much more convenient to directly hack into its memory."

……

After hearing Fang Bailu's question, Master Huang Wu suddenly became quiet, and the light in his eyes seemed to have disappeared.

Fang Bailu looked at the thinking curve on the display screen: the curve had turned into a straight line, and Master Huang Wu had stopped thinking.

"Hmm...it's down. It seems that whoever owns it has set up confidentiality measures for such issues."