Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

"Yeah, okay... I understand. I'll let you know when I have any news."

Fang Bailu hung up the phone and returned to the dining table.

Shin propped his chin with his hand, and seemed to have regained some vitality - at least he no longer looked like a worker whose soul had been cut off:

"boss."

He nodded slightly at Fang Bailu, and his brows relaxed a lot.

Fang Bailu tapped Xiaoxin's back with the bottom of his fist and didn't say anything in response.

"Who are you? Why would a thing like Shou Niang want to kill you..."

Erni raised her hand excitedly and called out:

"Boss, are you done with your work? Let's chat together!"

Fang Bailu raised the corners of his mouth and tried his best to smile: he didn't want to ruin this long-lost harmonious atmosphere.

Chapter 130 Great Misfortune (End)

The glass door of the hardware store was pushed and swayed by the howling wind. The floor inside the door was slippery and anyone who passed by would fall down if they were not careful.

The bricks outside the store were specially built with different heights to prevent the constant rain from flooding into the store. But the effect was not significant: the raindrops splashing in when the glass door opened and closed still covered the place with a thin layer of moss.

"It should be moss, right?" Fang Bailu was not sure.

"Xiao Xin, grind that floor. Otherwise, when guests come in, they will fall again."

The boy carefully screwed and engaged the hilt and grip, and used the tip of the sword to scratch deep grooves on the concrete floor.

buzzing-

He stood on the newly processed "anti-slip mat" and rubbed his soles back and forth, then jumped heavily a few times - landing steadily and safely. Xin turned around and gave Fang Bailu a thumbs up.

Fang Bailu forced a smile and nodded, watching him walk back into the shelves:

"Well...I should also work hard."

Fang Bailu came up with several backup plans - they had been brewing in his mind since he had glimpsed the strange scene in his visualization that day.

The purpose of planning these back-up plans is simple: to deal with possible difficulties and to maximize the survival of oneself and those around you in the coming disaster - and of course, this store.

Adapt to circumstances, act according to circumstances... this survival philosophy that he originally followed is no longer sufficient to deal with the current situation.

Fang Bailu felt like he was playing a game of mahjong, but he didn't even know who his remaining opponents were. But even if he had a hand that was difficult to make a winning hand, as long as he defended the cards well, he might still be able to win.

For example...how to find an opportunity to knock down one of the opponents with a stick.

"Shou Niang uses Anbennola as her agent to run around the city."

Fang Bailu checked the contacts in his address book one by one, preparing to contact the client for the next communication. At the same time, he never stopped thinking:

The birthday goddess needs to be "new" - not necessarily alive, dead ones are also fine.

"I don't know what she wants to do with Xiao Xin, but... the important thing is, why did she ask 'me' to find it?"

After Xiaoxin joined the company, Fang Bailu easily found a piece of gossip titled "A wild opera troupe was slaughtered on the street in an unknown thick fog, and no one picked up the bodies to sell them": he recognized at a glance which respirator the colorful blue-gray smoke in the video came from.

Xin has left the wilderness and entered Kuala Lumpur...but Shou Niang knows nothing about this and only has a vague description of what she is looking for.

The simplest answer is also the most likely: she has no one else available except Anbennola and Fang Bailu; even the channels for obtaining real-time intelligence are very limited.

If Fang Bailu's guess is correct, the three corpses of the immortal are the "superego" Microcomputer Taoism Research Association, the "ego" Shou Niang, and the "immortal flesh body" of the ego...

If Shou Niang could exchange what she had with the research institute, wouldn't it be much more convenient than asking me to be the middleman? Not to mention that once she had the power of the research institute, she wouldn't need to coerce or bribe Fang Bailu to cooperate - she could just come and capture me and take me away.

Combined with her sneaky style of doing things...Shou Niang's every move ensures her own concealment.

Who are you hiding from?

Fang Bailu knocked on the drawer under the counter. The "smart drugs" in it were almost gone:

"Who else can I hide from? I must hide from the 'other parts' of myself..."

Although the "I" is chaotic, the "Ego" and "Superego" probably still have some kind of consciousness.

So once they "unite", will the stronger side take the lead? Or will they merge into one another like the crushed Yin spirits?

But no matter which one it is, the intentions of both parties are probably not so synchronized:

Shou Niang is also avoiding the Microcomputer Taoism Research Society.

As a "one-third immortal", she should be far more isolated and helpless than Fang Bailu originally imagined.

He lowered his head and weighed the chips on an imaginary scale, estimating the gains and losses.

Fang's Hardware Store's business scope covers almost everything, but it has to sell its own employees...

Fang Bailu declined the offer: the money is barely good, but it is so hard to find good employees! Regardless of whether it is the 20th century, the most expensive thing is talent.

But how to "reject" Shou Niang thoroughly enough is a decision worth considering.

……

He pressed the throat microphone and used the vibration of his vocal cords to send a message:

"The goods you requested have arrived. Send someone to pick them up immediately."

This message was sent to the donor. The firearms and weapons she wanted were delivered to the store a few days ago, but Fang Bailu did not have time to deliver them.

Fang Bailu originally wanted to use the donors and her many "little brothers" as the periphery of the hardware store: it would not only reduce the attention of various forces, but also buffer the turmoil of the power struggle in A Luo Street...

Unexpectedly, by some mistake, Fang Bailu had to personally chop off the hand that was extended from Qingyun Temple.

Now that Qingyun Temple has been cleared out of A Luo Street, it is easy for the donor and her bodyguards to completely clear the remaining obstacles in the street. But this is not what Fang Bailu wants: he does not like the donor's eyes, the fire of ambition burning in them will one day spread to his head.

Things are different now - being just one of the hubs in Kuala Lumpur's underground network can no longer meet Fang Bailu's security needs.

Fang's Hardware Store must become stronger and bigger.

If the hardware store is regarded as a "person", then this run-down storefront is now just a naked brain without even a few wrinkles. It needs a strong skeleton that runs through every corner of the block and alley; it needs strong and fully armed muscle tissue that is sufficient to support movement; and it also needs soft and hard skin and camouflage that wraps it.

Xie Shouzhen’s wild thoughts were not entirely wrong: the window for growth was now open, and Fang’s Hardware Store needed to lick and swallow every bit of nutrients within reach.

Fang Bailu dialed the next communication code - this time it was not a message, but a real-time communication:

“Hornhead? It’s me, Bai Lu. Hahaha, I’m fine, I’m fine!”

Ever since most of their food was eaten by Mr. Kui and his little devils last time, Fu Yisheng's remaining gang members have been hiding in some corner of the city to recuperate.

"You've moved the 'Guan Di statue' away, right? Eh? What, you can't find it? Don't be so quick to refuse! I just want to borrow it to protect my house... Three hours? Is your brain running out of nutrients? You have to keep it here for at least three weeks! What are you afraid of? Only your red sticks and incense masters have the authority..."

Fang Bailu returned to his usual busyness - compared to the flying swords and spears, this was the way he was more familiar with and more handy.

"Remember the favor you owed me? Oh, I didn't ask you to pay it back now! I know you are broke and can't afford it. I want to give Fu Yisheng a big gift this time to help you make a comeback: now you have a chance to get back on the street."

Filling the half-dead Fu Yisheng into the power vacuum of A Luo Street again to check and balance each other with the donor - this is actually a stopgap measure that pleases no one, but it is more than enough to gain the short period of stability that Fang Bailu needs.

"Two weeks? Oh, you really... forget it! After all, you are the elder, so two weeks is two weeks. Um, um... remember to send me the code words in the 'old way'."

Satisfied, he closed the communication: he had only planned to bring the "Guan Di statue" for one day, but the more time this kind of relic can be used, the better.

"Daozai! Have you eaten yet? Tsk, what time is it? Go eat quickly. Are you having trouble with your studies?... How can you talk like that! What do you mean I called you specially to nag you? You have no respect for your parents... Okay, okay, after you finish your homework, help me find something. It's urgent. Huh? Have you finished your homework? Have you checked it?..."

"KC, it's me! Ah, ah... I don't have time to drink, I'm too busy! Drink my share for me. The little brother you introduced? Oh, he's very serious about his work. That's why I always think of you when I get good business! I'll send you the address, please help me get the goods back; I will give you the codeword and identification code..."

……

Fang Bailu pushed open the door of the shop. The rain-soaked ground in the alley reflected the brilliance from the sky above Kuala Lumpur, and every puddle was filled with colorful neon lights.

A giant dragon formed by holographic light swam over the city, and a brightly animated advertising cloud was spit out from its gigantic mouth and cast into the steel jungle.

I wonder how long this scene can last?

He drew back from the heavy rain and stretched himself lazily:

There is something that should have been done long ago -

"Hey, you two! Come here, there's work to do."

Fang Bailu clapped his hands vigorously, and used a crisp sound to signal the two new employees to gather together:

"I'm going to deal with a Qigong practitioner these days. He's quite... no, he's 'very' difficult to deal with. I need your cooperation."

He glanced at the startled Erni, then at the still confused Xin. The "cell phone" in his trouser pocket felt heavy, reassuring.

It's time to terminate the cooperative relationship with Shou Niang that has not yet officially started.

"I wonder which is faster, my phone or her 'Bluegrass'?"

"To capture him alive - don't worry, I have a way."

Chapter 131 Stars (I)

Fang Bailu used to hate her body.

This aversion mostly comes from chemotherapy hundreds of years ago: first, the drug is injected intravenously and then enters the body, causing a burning pain.

At that time, he often hung the "Big Four" - three bags of white medicine (paclitaxel "liposomal formulation") and one bag of red medicine (demethoxydaunorubicin); this was a joking name used by fellow patients to ease the atmosphere.

What does it feel like?

It was like a red-hot dog dick (Fang Bailu couldn't think of a more sinister derogatory term) was inserted into his wrist, running along his blood vessels all the way to his internal organs, pumping it vigorously and vigorously.

What followed was the never-ending vomiting: it was as if the internal organs were eager to change places with the skin, but after turning halfway out of the esophagus, they regretted it and shrank back again - and the cycle continued for 24 hours.

So now that he has regained his health, Fang Bailu would bow to his body every morning when he wakes up:

All the organs in my body are working well, I am so grateful!

Therefore, in the three years since Fang Bailu woke up, he never seriously thought about replacing his limbs.

It would be best if he could be healthy and free from illness, so he was too lazy to create trouble.

Therefore, when Fang Bailu saw some people's enthusiasm for prosthetic limbs, he always felt an indescribable weirdness -

"Oh my god... this is so damn handsome..."

Erni's eyes widened, and she licked her lips in circles with the tip of her tongue. She carefully stretched out her arm and poked the prosthetic hand in front of her with the tip of her little finger.

It was an extremely crude thing: the uneven surface was covered with undulating neural tubes and regulatory modules; each thick finger was equipped with seventeen joints to adapt to the grasping and fixation of various cold weapons such as swords, spears, axes, hooks and forks; several hideous and tangled bionic muscles were entwined around the dark red bones like snakes, twisting from time to time.

A long spike extended from the end of the prosthetic hand. A transparent plastic card was taped to it with a few blood-red words printed on it:

"Jade Bamboo Shoot Tip (trial production)".

In addition to the mechanical handwriting, the card also smelled of alcohol - no one knew what the drowned ghost had done with the plastic before.

Fang Bailu spread his hands helplessly, finding it difficult to understand Erni's excitement.

"Is this beautiful? Also, isn't the term 'jade shoot tip' used to describe hands that are tender and beautiful? This thing looks like it was pinched out with pliers and scrap metal."

As soon as he opened the store door at noon today, he found three large packages lying outside - they were the visualization machine promised by Mr. Kui, the repaired and improved prosthesis left at the Drowned Ghost's place, and the "Jade Bamboo Shoot Tip" in front of him.

This prosthetic hand was naturally not independently developed by Drowned Ghost: it was impossible for a shabby workshop at the end of an alley in a slum to create a brand new prosthetic limb from scratch.

The birth of each self-developed prosthetic limb in New Malaysia is usually accompanied by the coordinated cooperation of multiple design teams and laboratories; it has gone through countless drafts, prototypes, trial and errors, and only after the cost acceptance of the marketing department can it be put into chain stores in commercial areas.

Fang Bailu left Erni's severed hand in Drowned Ghost's blacksmith shop, hoping that he would use the data of the limb and use the standard prosthetic limb purchased in the shop to make some minor repairs on it and provide Erni with it for a while.

"I didn't ask you to modify it into something like this!"

But it must be said: compared with most of the prosthetic limbs on the market that are designed with the idea of ​​"most profitability", Fang Bailu prefers the trial works that have been manually forged by drowned ghosts - they may be ugly in appearance, or have no user experience... but their functions are the most ferocious.

"Okay, come here." Fang Bailu clapped his hands and signaled to the excited Erni.

Since the store did not have the corresponding parts, the online doctor did not reserve a port for Erni to install the prosthesis during the remote consultation. After communicating with the drowned ghost, he proposed a solution of connecting the prosthetic hand directly to the remaining half of Erni's upper arm, the Sanyang Meridian: this does not require an additional independent power source, and the Dantian furnace implanted in Erni is sufficient to maintain daily operation; it also saves the connection of the nervous system - the artificial meridians are sufficient to transmit the nerve signals sent by the three souls and seven spirits.

This installation method is extremely painful and inconvenient to disassemble. Erni is afraid that she will suffer a lot.

Fang Bailu shook his head and continued to greet:

"We'll take out the sterile cabin and prepare to perform the installation surgery on you—"

Cluck, cluck...

He had only said half of his words when he saw Erni pick up the "Jade Bamboo Shoot Tip" with one hand and stab it into the left half of the broken arm.

With a strange, painful sound, the long tip pierced into the new skin covering the half arm bone: