Copy of the reckless man: I can see the status bar

If he really chose a gun, then the two top-notch prosthetic limbs that Fifth Brother spent a lot of effort to make for himself and the Overlord Spear, Flowing Fire, would probably be wasted.

This is a good treasure that is enough to create a top mercenary.

Just a broken gun is enough to attract the attention of four strong mercenaries.

Three hours later.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the day begins.

The sun had risen to mid-sky, casting a ray of warm light, illuminating this fallen free city.

The night owls, who had just finished their nightlife revelry, walked towards the slums arm in arm and staggeringly.

Some people who inhaled too much hallucinogenic drugs fell to the side of the road and simply fell asleep on the spot, or died suddenly from overdose.

At this time, many scavengers who had been eyeing the corpse would rush over and drag the still warm body into the dark alley to kill it while it was still hot.

While the patient's body is still hot, they can remove any prosthetic parts that may exist on the opponent, as well as any organs that are still functioning normally. They can then be stored in a constant temperature box and sold to the flesh and blood factory.

Some people really do it while it's hot, but that's after others have finished dismantling their prostheses.

In this city, you can see almost everything releasing XP, and it is released on the streets.

Almost everywhere on the street you can see men and women, neither man nor woman, or both man and woman having deep discussions with each other.

As one shot after another of cheap medicine was pushed into the body, suppressed shouts of excitement mixed with groans like a wild beast sounded, and the absurd beauty that made the brain almost faint emerged every moment.

Full of the breath of freedom.

In the mixed buffer zone between the urban area and the slums, a young man wearing a blue jacket, a melon-shaped hat and a pair of small round gold-wire sunglasses is setting up a small stall on the street.

There was a metal box on the stall covered with red cloth, and next to the box was a skewers bucket made of scrap iron, which was half filled with flat iron skewers.

Next to it is a "crystal" ball the size of a human head and a deck of tarot cards.

Behind him, a blue half-flag was held high on a metal pole. On the top was a Bagua pattern, and at the bottom corner was the Buddhist swastika.

In the middle were three bright gold-plated characters - Wang Banxian!

If you look closely, you can see that the horizontal and vertical lines in the middle of the character "王" in "王板仙" are in the shape of a cross, which makes the whole character look a bit strange.

A row of small vertical characters on the left read: Knowing five hundred years in the past, believing in bionic gods and Buddhas.

There is also a vertical column on the right, which reads: A thousand years later, I will become a cyber priest.

A long metal plate on the table with a QR code engraved on it also has the person's full name written on it.

But because his name is too long, people who are not familiar with him call him Wang Banxian, while people who are familiar with him call him a charlatan.

In general, this is a guy whose main job is to tell fortunes at a stall, exorcise evil spirits and look at feng shui, and work part-time as an information dealer.

After all, he has all kinds of people here, and many gang leaders and big mercenaries are impressed by his eloquent tongue. Before going on a mission, most of them will come to pray for blessings, or take out their equipment to ask the master to bless them, or ask for an amulet or something.

Over time, this small stall became a famous intelligence point.

Due to the survivor bias, many people will come here after hearing the news that "someone bought the information/blessing and became rich overnight", making this place even more popular.

Wang Banxian, who accidentally caused all this, was very helpless about it.

At first, he just wanted to set up a stall and make a living using his ancestral skills.

How did things turn out like this?

Especially after the scavenger bird man said yesterday that he had really dug up a treasure according to his information, more people came here to visit.

Looking at the resentful person who had just been sent away by his auspicious words, Wang Banxian rubbed his temples.

I just heard from a customer that the butcher and fifty of his brothers died of unknown causes, and even the reactor exploded.

Because of this incident, the people of the Scavenger Birds seemed very angry, because Liu Quezi, the only one who got the news before the Big Butcher, mysteriously disappeared after returning from the garbage dump, and the baby also disappeared without a trace. They were so angry that they directly blew up Liu Quezi's shack to pieces.

I hope that cripple is alright.

Wang Banxian sighed again.

It has been a year since I came to this world of trenches, and I am still a long way from completing the main quest, and I don’t know when it will end.

Liu Quezi was the only person he knew who looked like a human being, and could probably be considered a friend.

If he died, I wonder if there would ever be a normal person in this unnatural society.

Should I just change to artificial bulletproof skin?

Why not get a second heart and two artificial lungs?

I don't feel safe.

Just as Wang Banxian was daydreaming about business, a shadow covered his stall.

A tall, strong, heroic man who looked like a god of war lowered his head and whispered, "Wang Lama (half-immortal), the great priest of the Shaolin Temple's Wudang Mountain Office? Nice to meet you. I am the invincible Tyrannosaurus God of War, Lu Wenwu."

Chapter 408: A long-lost player, and an egg-filled pancake lover

In front of Lu Wenwu, the panel belonging to Wang Banxian suddenly appeared.

[Wang Banxian/Xuanling Sect's direct disciple Wang Yang (A+)]: 58 3000/58 3000

【Cultivation】: Yuanying Great Perfection

[Current Status]: Digitally compiled soul, cultivation seal, surprise, Zulong·Tang-level 3 black dragon alloy reinforced skeleton, Zulong·Tang-Dayan Gui-type visual feedback set, Zulong·Yuan-type B-type fluidless thruster, Zulong·Han-intermediate gene enhancement transformation.

[Analysis]: A direct disciple of the Xuanling Sect, an A+ level player who is currently participating in the advanced trial. The degree of his body prosthetic transformation exceeds 50%. He is now surprised and a little wary of your arrival.

It's normal to be wary.

After all, there was something wrong with the way Lu Wenwu looked at him, and the name he called out was very strange.

Invincible Tyrannosaurus God of War?

With such a childish name, he might be a cyber psychopath.

Wang Banxian complained in his heart, raised his head to take a look at Lu Wenwu's half-smile, and his guard became even stronger.

There is definitely something seriously wrong with this person in front of me.

How could there be someone in this place who could take a big golden retriever out for a walk that hadn't undergone any biochemical enhancement or prosthetic modification?

Are you kidding me? Do you think this is the wealthy area uptown?

The moment he saw Maomao, the enhanced heart in Wang Banxian's body began to accelerate blood supply, and his genetically modified muscles tensed.

The auxiliary supercomputing chip has mapped the calculated optimal escape plan and optimal attack plan onto the artificial eye projection screen in the Dayan visual feedback kit for users to call up and select at any time.

Lu Wenwu did not move, but watched all his actions with great interest.

Just as the atmosphere between the two was becoming increasingly tense, a man wearing a steel mask and covered in a layer of black metal armor like a war machine walked forward.

It was Liu Linan who was one step behind.

"God, change the place, something big is happening."

The cold electronic synthesized voice, whose timbre was changed by a voice changer, came faintly, without a trace of emotion.

"you are?"

Wang Banxian looked suspiciously at the strangely dressed iron man in front of him.

The three words "something big" are known only to old customers, and they are jargon used to discuss sensitive information in private settings.

But he was sure that he didn't know such a strange-looking guy.

The scan results of the artificial eye told him that the man in front of him was covered in iron and looked very handsome, but his defense was very poor.

But I don’t know what was installed under the iron sheet, and the detection module couldn’t detect it.

The right leg and left arm are actually modified armor. Judging from the fluctuations, they are most likely prosthetic limbs or have a large number of prosthetics installed.

Just when Wang Banxian was wondering, he suddenly received a message from a friend in his righteous eyes.

Note: Liu Quezi.

Wang Banxian’s eyes suddenly widened.

Shit, this old cripple is not dead! ?

Liu Linan made a gesture of silence, indicating that they should go somewhere to talk in detail.

At this point, Wang Banxian finally let down his guard, nodded slightly, turned the small iron plate on the table to read "Closed", then turned and left into a small alley.

Even Liu Linan, who revealed his identity, was unable to slow down his blood pumping speed and energy transmission speed.

Don't trust anyone in this city easily, and be wary of everyone at all times. This is the lesson Liu Linan learned with his right lung, half of his chest, and liver.

The friends who were just laughing and joking together while scavenging for trash can now turn around and sell their personal information for a few hundred credit points.

This is Coconut Milk City.

The bond of emotion is not solid; only money and interests are eternal.

It was also from that time that Wang Banxian, for the sake of his own safety, began to let go of his mental cleanliness regarding prosthetic transformation and began to embrace cyber evolution completely with a desperate attitude.

Not everyone is like Lu Wenwu, who possesses the complete dream law and the great Nine Breaths of Submission.

It is really devastating for the mysterious and extraordinary people to enter this spiritual land with a cyberpunk background.

All I can say is that Wang Banxian is an unlucky guy. It might be because he leaked too many secrets and this is the retribution - if he really knows how to calculate.

After walking around for about five minutes, the three people and the dog finally entered a hidden house.

The inside looked eerie, with only a few chairs and a low table placed there. A dim light made the place look as scary as a ghost cave.

“Is it okay for your stall to be placed there?”

After Wang Banxian closed the door, Lu Wenwu sat down on the largest chair with a familiar look and asked curiously.

"I have another question. I think there are normal lights on your roof, so why do you make the light so dim? Although I can see, don't you feel uncomfortable?"

Liu Linan also took off his mask, revealing a smiling face underneath.

The more he looked at Wang Banxian, the more he liked him.

If it weren't for the free information he provided yesterday, how could my shitty life, which had long since been extinguished by all light, have been set on fire like it is now!

"No one dares to touch my stall, Wang Banxian."

Wang Banxian leaned back in the chair behind the table with his hands behind his head, looking very cool.