The Villain Knight Doesn't Want to Be a Hero

To be honest, Saburo Arasaka was indeed a little moved.

But putting aside the risks on the road, he then thought of his second son, Arasaka Yorinobu, who had been fighting against him every day since he was young and wished that Arasaka would close down.

As the leader of the hawkish faction within Arasaka, if he and his men knew about the Chimera's Box, I'm afraid some trouble would arise.

So, staying here is the best option?

Thinking of this, Saburo Arasaka narrowed his eyes.

No, that's not the case.

To him, this rebellious second son was just a substitute who was pushed out to handle things because he had physical disabilities in the past and his daughter, Hanako Arasaka, was not a woman who could convince the public.

Besides that, the reason for keeping him was just to be able to replace himself with a body with less rejection reaction after the relic was made.

But now, he has the Chimera Box.

Then is there any need for this good son of mine to exist?

Saburo Arasaka seemed to have figured something out and was just about to send someone to kill his eldest son to avoid future trouble.

But then Lin Qiao used his brain to delete everything with one click, and he forgot everything that had just happened.

"Well..."

Temporarily suppress Saburo Arasaka's personality.

After thinking for a few seconds, Lin Qiao looked at Jenkins next to him - he had his own plan for this.

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Chapter 331: Studying Medicine Can't Save Americans

Time flies, and several years have passed. Night City...well, it is still Night City.

This place, located on the border between Northern and Southern California, is equivalent to a bridgehead for the New America to fight against other forces that do not want the New America to be unified. It would be a miracle if it could be peaceful.

Gangs fight, mercenaries kill, kidney-snatchers look for their next target, and corpses are found in corners every now and then, while those unlucky newcomers think they can become the next legend...

In short, it's still the same old thing, people keep dying and there's never any peace.

The only thing that remains unchanged may be Taiping Prefecture.

Who said that place is already a cesspool? It can't get any worse.

In the entire city, except for the municipal center which is barely safe, other places are really not safe at all.

Almost any time you walk into a dark corner, you will be harassed by someone with bad intentions, or you will come across a murder scene.

In the nearby waters, if you are interested in trying some diving, you can probably see many champions of diving competitions on the seabed - all of them are former company employees or gang members whose bodies were sunk.

Perhaps the only good news is that Night City was not voted the worst city in 2077.

The bad news is that this year is not 2077 yet...but all the previous ones have been rated.

In a city like this, it is not uncommon to pull the trigger on others or be shot by others...but the former is always better than the latter.

In this case, wealthy people or small executives in a company can also get themselves a membership in the trauma group.

Civilians and poor families can only make do with the cheapest medical packages in Night City's public hospitals that are like garbage dumps, or in small clinics on the street, and pray that they will never need them.

After all, sometimes whether it can be rescued is one thing, but whether it will be sold to scavengers is another.

In order to earn more money, many public hospitals and clinics have medical staff that have connections with scavengers... or are even run by scavengers.

Therefore, it is really important to find a reliable prosthetic doctor in Night City.

You may not necessarily use it, but if you do, at least you can ensure that it will not be disassembled into parts and sold on the black market.

——Especially for mercenaries, a profession that requires one to put their heads on the line.

Combat injuries or prosthetic maintenance both require dealing with prosthetic doctors.

Not to mention that in order to complete their employer's commission and increase their chances of survival, most of them will invest the money they earn into upgrading and replacing prosthetics.

This results in the fact that compared to ordinary people, the prosthetic bodies of mercenaries who have been in the industry for a longer time are often very valuable.

If there is no trustworthy prosthetic doctor, you might be sold to a scavenger in the blink of an eye.

"That being said, I have not taken the Hippocratic Oath."

In a small detached building in Heywood, Lin Qiao put down the tool he was using to adjust his prosthesis and sighed.

In fact, let alone a doctor's declaration, he doesn't even have a basic medical license.

The speakers were playing the famous song "Bobo Chicken" by the Ganglie band... This should not be played during surgery.

No, it would be better to say that maintaining silence during surgery is the best option.

The voice of the cute idol made the atmosphere inside and outside the operating room extremely lively.

Although the volume was not loud, it made Man Yin, who was waiting outside, sigh deeply... How to put it, he felt powerless in many aspects.

I turned my attention to the news on TV, but I was so disturbed by the brainwashing "Bobo Chicken" in my ears that I couldn't calm down.

After waiting for about ten minutes, the tightly closed door opened with a "ding" sound like a microwave heating up something.

"How is Rebecca?" Maine asked.

"It's okay. Just a glass shard scratched my head and two bullets got stuck in my hand prosthesis. Everything else is fine."

Lin Qiaoshen waved his hand to indicate that nothing was wrong.

"I gave her anesthesia. It will probably take a few minutes for her to wake up."

Nebula gas has excellent anesthetic quality and can also control a person's coma time.

The most important thing is that you don’t have to spend any money.

Looking at the relieved Mainin, he has changed a lot compared to a few years ago.

Specifically, he has more prosthetic parts on his body, and he looks stronger as a result.

Although the transmitter on the hand is not the latest model, it is indeed a military-grade prosthesis.

Looking around, Lin Qiao asked, "Where's Pira?"

"Like Rebecca, he was injured, but more seriously than Rebecca. Dolio sent him to another prosthetic doctor."

"So that's it."

Nodding to show his understanding, he said that his sister was injured, so why was there only Man Yin, but not his brother Pira?

I feel like I'm also a wounded person.

At this time, the door of the operating room opened again, Rebecca stretched her arms and walked out.

There was a bandage tied around his head, and he was only wearing basic underwear under his black cyberpunk-style jacket.

As she moved and stretched, her black fat was faintly revealed...

Having said that, that flat body is really a bit disappointing.

Of course, we have to admit that there are indeed many people who are interested in her type.

Compared to Maine, who has changed significantly over the years, Rebecca... is still the same Rebecca, the unchanging Rebecca.

So she really isn't taking any anti-aging drugs?

“…What’s that look in your eyes?” Rebecca raised her eyebrows at Lin Qiao’s condescending gaze.

"It's okay. I just lament the huge gap between people. Some people don't take anti-aging drugs, but they can easily achieve the results that others can only achieve by spending a lot of money."

Rebecca grinned like an angry Chihuahua, showing her back teeth.

But in the end, it didn't happen.

How should I put it? I guess I've accepted and gotten used to the fact that I can't grow taller over the past two years...even though I really don't want to accept it.

Moreover, when completing the commission, her appearance was indeed very deceptive and also brought a lot of convenience.

"Also, knocking on someone else's door so early in the morning is really disturbing..."

“…Stop talking nonsense. Just smile secretly if it can help you increase your sales.”

Because he did not have a medical license, and because he was too lazy, and because he turned left and walked less than 400 meters out of the door, he saw another prosthetic doctor with all the necessary credentials.

So apart from acquaintances, generally no one would come to his place...

Logically speaking, he should be living a life of poverty.

Well, logically speaking.

Lin Qiao spread her hands helplessly: "Even if you say so, I never intended to make a profit from this kind of thing... After all, it's just a hobby."

"Tsk, damn rich man...I've transferred the money to you." Rebecca curled her lips.

Living and surviving are different.

She and Manyin were sad again and experienced this on Lin Qiao.

At present, Lin Qiao's identity is set as a distant relative who left the Arasaka high-level due to failure in factional struggles... and made a living by running a small clinic on his own.

At least that's what it looks like on the surface.

No matter what, he was once a relative of Arasaka's top brass, so it's normal for him to have a few hundred million dollars, right?

...Although this is still on the surface.

Chapter 332 This is a wake-up call

Kaoru Fujioka is dead, he died a long time ago.

Factional struggles are of course just excuses used to cover up the truth.

The main reason is that with the ultimate tool of Arasaka Saburo, his value to Lin Qiao has become almost nothing.

Rather than allocating an extra portion of genetic genes and mind to control an insignificant and inferior substitute, it would be more convenient to get rid of it directly.

Besides, there is no need for him to worry about what is happening in Arasaka now.

——Arasaka Saburo has the overall situation in control, all he needs to do is control Arasaka Saburo.

In this way, instead of sitting in the office every day at the company, it is better to do something that interests you.

As for the knowledge about anti-justice entities, one can just find a few relevant researchers or cyborg doctors and get it for free.

And he hides himself in the city.

If the time traveler on the opposite side really intends to take action, the company's senior management will be more likely to be targeted.

But even so, with Arasaka's strength, they have been searching for several years but still haven't found any trace of him. This guy is a bit too good at hiding...

"By the way, do you have any Sian Westin here?"

Just as Lin Qiao sat down and was still thinking about something, Man Yin suddenly asked.

Then he was met with Lin Qiao's gaze that said, "You're asking questions even though you already know the answer, right?"

Sian Westin, nicknamed the accelerated tenderloin.

Like Krenzikov, it can greatly enhance the user's reaction ability in a short period of time by stimulating the brain - in layman's terms, it is bullet time.

But it is different from Krenchikov, a lower-level substitute who can only increase reaction ability.

While enhancing reaction power, Sian Westin will also greatly enhance the human body's movement ability, achieving an acceleration effect that is on par with reaction ability.

Although the burden it brings is extremely heavy because of this, its obvious toughness is still sought after by people in Night City where street gang fights are serious.

Even though Lin Qiao never really expected to make a profit by running a clinic from the beginning.

Or as he himself said, it was just pure interest and disguise.

But this kind of best-selling item must be prepared, otherwise it would be too unnatural.

"No, no, no, I don't mean those regular models!"

Seeing that Lin Qiao had misunderstood something, Manyin quickly waved his hands.

Just when he was about to say something, he saw the latter raise a finger and make a "shh, keep your voice down" gesture.

——Is there still someone sleeping upstairs?

Maine, who understood this, could only lower his voice and lean closer to say: "...Anyway, I'm talking about military-grade, military-grade Sian Westin, do you have it?"