People in Cyber, using skin to create legends

"Highest level...highest level..." Molly murmured the word.

The cowboy swallowed, looked at Molly in disbelief, and then asked the receptionist:

"Excuse me, what is the annual fee for the highest level of insurance...?"

The receptionist did not answer. Suddenly, a middle-aged man in a suit appeared from the side. He saluted Molly in a very friendly manner, and then explained to the cowboy:

"To become the highest-level user of our Xita Bioinsurance, the minimum application fee is 10 million US dollars, and Miss Mo... your security level is the highest even among high-level users... Miss Mo, don't you know?"

Molly hadn't recovered from her shock yet. When she heard the man's voice, she looked over with a somewhat empty look in her eyes and asked:

"Who are you?"

The man in the suit saluted again and said elegantly, "I am the general manager here, John Token. You can just call me John."

It turned out to be the manager of this branch company...

Molly regained her senses for a while before she remembered something. After calming down, she frowned and asked:

"Are you sure I'm your high-level customer?"

"Sure, Miss Mo."

"I remember that if a high-level user is attacked, you will immediately send out an emergency rescue team to rescue them, right?"

"Yes."

"That…"

Molly recalled the scene when she traveled through time and her previous incarnation died miserably in the alley, and she felt inexplicably heavy:

"If... I mean if, if a high-level user has an accident and you don't respond and send an emergency team... is this possible?"

When Molly said this, the manager's smile faded a little, but perhaps because Molly was a big customer, he still maintained his smile and explained in a kind tone:

“Dear guest, please do not question our service level. We have a complete monitoring system that will detect your vital signs based on your biochip.

"Let alone being seriously injured, even if you are scratched, we will contact you immediately and start contacting the nearest rescue team to rescue you, so the 'if' you mentioned will never happen!"

"…biochip?"

"?"

As Molly subconsciously muttered to herself, the manager in front of her was stunned. He leaned in front of Molly, took a look, blinked in surprise, and said:

"Guest...are you actually a pure natural person?"

In this world, humans are divided into two types: one is the new human whose body has been modified by prosthetics, and the other is the natural human who has not undergone body modification.

Although they are divided into two types, the division is actually not that detailed. Both are human beings, but the modified humans have more parts than natural humans.

When a cyborg is transformed, a biochip is usually implanted in the body to assist in controlling the transformation equipment. In other words, it is the so-called brain-computer interface.

With this thing, the cyborg can freely control the prosthesis in his body without any failure or loss of control.

Of course, such people are also very easy to be hacked.

But these are not important now. Before the manager spoke, Molly asked directly:

"If there is no biochip, what do you rely on to detect the vital signs of your employer?"

"…We will give you a monitoring watch, but you… don't seem to be wearing it."

The manager glanced at Molly's wrist, remained silent again, and then replied: "Even without the watch, we can confirm your status based on nearby surveillance and the authorized information on your communicator.

"Although this method will slow down the rescue, we can still save your life to the greatest extent possible."

“…I see. Thank you.”

Not being able to detect a lie in the manager's expression, Molly took a deep breath, thanked him, and then left the hall with a blank expression.

The cowboy noticed something was wrong, but he was sensible enough not to say anything in the hall. He waited until Molly left and sat in the passenger seat of his old van before he asked:

"What's wrong with you? Is there a problem with the insurance?"

"Nothing, I'll think about it, you just drive."

Molly said perfunctorily to the cowboy.

It’s not that she doesn’t want to say more, but she has no idea about this matter right now and needs to think carefully.

It must be said that the original body's high-level insurance made Molly's head very confused.

The insurance of Sita Biology was definitely not bought by the original body herself. She simply didn't have that much money, so it was her family who bought it for her.

Molly also heard clearly what the manager said just now. The processing amount for the highest level of insurance is at least 10 million US dollars a year. How could an ordinary family come up with so much money?

From this point of view, the original body's family was definitely not simple. Perhaps it was because of this that he suffered a fatal disaster!

But if this is the case, then another question arises.

If the original body had such a level of insurance, then why did no rescue come until the day he died?

Although the original body did not bring the monitoring watch that Sita Bio gave to customers, there were surveillance cameras outside that street!

Every move of the original body should be under the protection of the Sita creature. Even without a watch, with the help of surveillance, someone in the Sita creature should be able to discover that the original body is in danger.

But the reality is that until the original body died and Molly traveled through, there was no emergency rescue team from the Sita Biology to support her...

And the black-handed attack at the station...

Thinking of this, Molly's face turned ugly.

If... Sita Bio did not fail to discover it, but just did nothing about it, or maybe Sita Bio's monitoring system was interfered with by hackers.

Does that prove that the guy who wants Molly's life may have a bigger background than she thought? ?

Molly felt heavy-hearted when she thought of this.

If that were the case, there couldn't be worse news in the world.

Chapter 27 Codename: Red Wolf

The cowboy actually wanted to know what was going on with Molly's insurance, but seeing that Molly's expression was not right, the cowboy finally didn't feel comfortable asking.

In the end, the cowboy said nothing along the way and took Molly to the small restaurant where they had agreed to meet their client this time.

On the way, the cowboy was telling Molly some precautions.

"From today on, you are also considered a mercenary. As a mercenary, you generally do not act under your real name, so you have to come up with a code name for yourself."

"Does it make sense?"

Molly asked in confusion.

Anyway, in the eyes of the top management, using a code name is almost the same as using the real name. After all, the appearance and personal characteristics are so obvious that it is impossible to hide them even if you want to.

Unless you conceal your appearance when you are in action.

But Molly didn't plan to hide her appearance. She had already been targeted anyway, and her wolf claw 'prosthesis' was probably exposed to others. There was no point in hiding it, so the code name seemed to be of no use to her.

"Don't worry about whether it makes sense or not, you have to choose one for yourself, otherwise..."

The cowboy said this with a malicious smile on his face: "When you become famous in the future, you won't be able to decide what code name you want."

"... "

Looking at the smile on the cowboy's face, Molly shuddered instinctively.

The other person's smile made Molly guess why he gave her a nickname.

The main reason is not to hide the identity, but more importantly, I don’t want people to give me an ugly code name...

Thinking of this, Molly quickly said her code name:

"Red Wolf, call me Red Wolf from now on."

The code name Red Wolf comes from Molly's dress and abilities. Because she always wears a red hoodie and her abilities are similar to Wolverine, she calls herself Red Wolf.

However, when the cowboy heard this code name, he looked at Molly in surprise and said:

"Red Wolf? I think the code name 'Little Red Riding Hood' suits you very well..."

"Do you want to try dying once?"

“…Just ignore me.”

The cowboy quickly admitted his mistake, but he didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said.

Compared to the popular code name "Red Wolf", the fairy-tale code name "Little Red Riding Hood" is obviously more suitable for Molly, a girl who is only sixteen years old.

But since Molly didn't want it, the cowboy didn't say anything.

After becoming partners with Molly, Cowboy thought he knew this girl quite well, she behaved in a cool way on weekdays, so it was normal for her not to like cute titles.

Arriving at the restaurant and walking in, the two soon saw their client in the corner of the restaurant.

A middle-aged man who looks a little haggard and a little old.

He was wearing a slightly worn coat and sitting in the corner, drinking coffee quietly.

The darkness in the corner swallowed him up, without a single ray of sunlight shining on him, making him look very eerie.

Hearing the sound coming from the restaurant door, the man raised his head and looked over.

Molly and Cowboy also saw his appearance.

He had a standard oriental face, with thin features and stubble on his chin. His face looked a little dirty. When he looked at Molly and the cowboy, there was not much spirit in his pupils, and his eyes seemed dead.

When he saw Molly and the cowboy, the man just raised his head for a moment and then quickly lowered his head again.

It was not until the two of them sat opposite the man that he raised his head again. His pupils, like dead water, finally showed some movement. He asked:

"You...are mercenaries?"

The sound was hoarse and sounded like sand falling on paper.

Molly didn't answer, and the cowboy said in a professional manner:

"Yes, I'm Cowboy, and this is Red Wolf. We're both mercenaries from District 22. We came here because we heard that you wanted to meet us in order to complete the mission."

“…Cowboy, Red Wolf?”

The middle-aged man looked at Molly, his expression didn't change much, but it was still obvious that he didn't seem to trust Molly.

After all, Molly is too young.

The cowboy was a veteran mercenary. He knew what the middle-aged man was thinking from the look in his eyes, and he explained immediately:

"Don't underestimate Red Wolf because she is young. She has undergone prosthetic transformation and is a qualified mercenary."

"Is this so..."

The middle-aged man still seemed unconvinced.

The cowboy sighed, looked at Molly beside him, and said:

"Red Wolf, show us your abilities?"

Swah——

Molly didn't waste any words. As soon as the cowboy finished speaking, she suddenly popped out her knife claws.

As soon as the sharp claws popped out, they cut off a corner of the metal square table. The corner of the table fell to the ground with a crisp sound, which made the middle-aged man stunned.

The cowboy's mouth twitched when he saw this. He glanced at Molly, then smiled and said to the middle-aged man:

"Well? Do you believe it now?"

"…If you damage something in the store, you will have to pay for it. This compensation…will be deducted from your commission fee."

"..."

"..."

Molly's mood dropped a little. She glanced at the corner of the table that had fallen to the ground, then silently picked it up and put it on the table.

After trying a few times to get the corner of the table back in place without success, Molly took a deep breath and asked the middle-aged man with a bad look:

"What about the commission? Now you should tell us about the commission and the reward, right?"

The middle-aged man didn't waste any words this time. He took out an old photo from his coat pocket. The photo was a family portrait of a black man, with a wife and a son.

After taking out the photo, the middle-aged man's deep voice came over: