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Most of these soldiers who use long-range prosthetics to fight are transformers discovered by companies. Because of their decent combat capabilities, they are granted the qualification to use prosthetics, and the corresponding condition is that they work for the company until their death.

Unlike the precious prostheses of the company's top executives, these soldiers' prostheses are cheap, made of inferior materials, lacking power, and poor defense. The most important remote control sensor, which is the "brain" of the mechanical prosthesis, is basically installed in the brain, probably in the cerebellum of the human brain, and is easily damaged. The reason for this design is said to be that the early prosthesis production models were designed in this way, and for such cheap prostheses, no company was willing to spend a lot of money to redesign and remanufacture the production line, and as a result, it has continued for so many years.

The result is what it is now. After the combat effectiveness of the prosthetics can no longer gain an advantage, Carl can easily destroy these mechanical prosthetics.

"Damn it, what's wrong with this guy?"

Gunshots rang out again, and a series of bullets landed on Carl's body, splashing blood of varying sizes.

Carl, who was under attack from the enemy, stood up, lifted up the discarded prosthesis whose head he had just ripped out, and threw it directly at the prosthesis man who was firing not far behind him. The man hurriedly dodged, and then was knocked to the ground by Carl who rushed forward.

Clench your fists, one punch, two punches, three punches.

Next to Carl who stood up again, the cyborg warrior's head had completely sunk into the collapsed ground, and the entire head was smashed into a mass of intertwined parts.

The cyborg warriors who were still trying to chase Deadpool who was running farther and farther away gradually began to realize the terrifying power of this tall and ugly man. They turned around and tried to stop Carl's actions with enough fierce firepower. The gunshots were fierce, and Carl's wounds quickly increased. The flesh flew, rolled or exploded. Then, the metallic luster under the flesh and blood appeared.

"Full body prosthesis? Who on earth is this guy?!"

"Automatic weapons are totally useless, bastard. As an indoor force, we don't have any heavy firepower."

"What the hell is wrong with this guy's prosthetics? Even a soldier's prosthetics from a big company can't withstand so many attacks without being damaged!"

The thwarted attack, unexpected situation and unmanageable reality caused these cyborg warriors to fall into a brief state of distress.

But after all, they were hunting dogs specially raised by the company. Without hesitation, these guys quickly chose close combat when guns were ineffective. Blades popped out of their arms and they rushed towards Carl.

click-

Amid the harsh friction sound, a large piece of flesh was cut off from Carl's arm.

Boom!

With another heavy roar, Carl, who was grabbing a cyborg, tore off the other's arm.

bang——

Amid the sound of collision, two cyborgs rushed up and knocked Carl back two steps. Then Carl knocked them to the ground, and one of them stepped on their heads, smashing their heads on the spot.

No, there is absolutely no possibility of dealing with this guy.

The performance gap between the two machines was despairing. Their prosthetics, which were originally lightweight and weighed less than 150 kilograms, crashed into this guy, but it was like crashing into a rock without any movement. This guy's machine probably weighed more than 300 kilograms, and the material was completely different. Which company would be willing to spend money to equip a prosthetic with such performance?

Amid the sound of shattering, Carl was tearing half of a cyborg's head off its body.

Parts stained with blood and foam rolled to the ground, and among the cyborg warriors who tried to stop Carl, almost none of them were still standing.

"You're so powerful, which company's elite cyborg killer are you from?"

Aaron watched the whole thing, neither helping the cyborgs nor chasing after Deadpool who had already disappeared. He just stood there admiring Carl's performance. It was not until he had eliminated almost all the cyborg warriors that he chuckled and spoke.

"..."

Carl, with blood all over his body and his skin torn to reveal his internal mechanical structure, did not answer Aaron's question, but continued to move forward with an expressionless face, striding towards Aaron who was blocking him in front.

"Well, it seems that you are not the type who likes to talk. It just so happens that I am not the type like Abel who wants to complete the task quickly and go home to be with his wife and children. I like the refreshing feeling of this kind of machine against machine. Come on, let me see how advanced your performance is."

Aaron sneered, then took a step forward and walked towards Carl with the same big stride.

Chapter 10: Hey, you're finished~

Unlike those who were struggling in the mud and were just a little bit lucky to be noticed by the company and thus have the opportunity to obtain prosthetics, Yalong was trained by the company and existed to protect the company since birth, and he has been controlling the prosthetics to fight.

His genes have been specially modified, and his neural activity far exceeds those of the modified ones. He is an outstanding talent who was born to be the leader of the execution team and a cyborg warrior. He is completely different from those mud-legged trash.

However, this idea seemed to be more of his wishful thinking.

After failing to compete with Abel for the position of the leader of the executive team, he was originally going to be treated as a failure, but Abel kept him as the deputy leader to assist him in his actions. Then, he saw that Abel promoted the cyborgs to become members of the executive team's cyborg team and even spent a lot of effort to train those cyborgs. As a result, even he, the deputy leader, was assigned a cyborg team promoted by the cyborgs by Abel.

It's not that he couldn't understand the leader's desire to improve the team's combat effectiveness, and he was also grateful for the opportunity to continue to prove himself. However, he couldn't accept fighting with these naturally humble reformers, getting along with them as colleagues, and sharing the results together.

So, you have to prove yourself.

Prove his ability as a leader, prove that he doesn't need to associate with these damn low-level transformers.

And now, a very good opportunity is in front of me.

"Your prosthesis looks quite strong. Let me see how strong it is!"

He took a step forward and charged towards the man in front of him.

The mechanical structure of the legs hidden in the bionic flesh and blood suddenly exerted force, bringing with it a violent force and instantly charging forward.

Aaron arrived in front of Carl in an instant, crashed into him and knocked him away. The two figures flew forward together, crashed through the wall not far away, and rolled into a large office room that had been abandoned for a long time in the ruined building among the shattered stones.

Before landing, Carl in mid-air suddenly swung a punch and hit Aaron hard in the face, sending him flying and hitting the ceiling, while he himself hit the partitions in the office, causing dust and debris to fly all over the sky with a series of cracking sounds.

“It’s really powerful.”

Laughter rang out in this dark room without light. Carl had just gotten up from the ground when Aaron rushed in front of him and punched him in the side of the face, knocking him to the ground. Then he was lifted up by the collar, and Aaron laughed while activating the power system of his hand joints, and punched Carl in the face again, knocking him to the ground and cracking the concrete floor.

Lift up the collar again, and activate the power system of the hand joints to punch forward.

But this time, Carl stood up even faster and hit Aaron's head with a headbutt. Aaron fell to the ground on his back with a crisp sound of metal collision. Without giving him a chance to get up, Carl immediately grabbed his neck and pressed Aaron to the ground, then threw him up and smashed him onto a desk beside him. With a loud shattering sound, Aaron's head smashed through the entire desk and hit the floor, leaving a shallow pit. Then he was lifted up by Carl again. In the struggle, Aaron grabbed Carl's arm and tried to fight back, but Carl pushed him forward and smashed through a large area of ​​desks and partitions with a series of roars, forcibly breaking a path in this large office and finally hitting the wall at the edge of the house.

Damn it, what's the matter with the power of this machine? Why is it stronger than a high-level prosthesis like mine?!

The competition of strength did not give him any advantage at all, and his own fighting rhythm was completely disrupted by the opponent's fierce attack. Aaron did not continue to act recklessly, and quickly activated the weapon that came with the prosthesis. Two fine needles penetrated the bionic skin of the prosthesis's fingers and pierced Carl's body with a strong electric current. Carl let go of Aaron's hand amid the harsh electric shock, but before Aaron could withdraw to a safe distance, Carl clenched his fist and hit him in the face. This punch directly blew Aaron's eyeball, and his side face was slightly sunken, and even the mechanical eyeball under the bionic skin was slightly exposed.

"It's impossible for lower class people to get this kind of prosthetic body. Where on earth did you come from?"

Touching his smashed eyeball and looking at his high-end suit that was already riddled with holes, Aaron's voice at this moment carried a hint of helplessness.

Still without any intention of communicating, Carl took a step forward and continued walking towards Aaron.

Is this guy really human?

Why does it feel like a pure machine or something?

Wasn't the production and research of artificial intelligence banned by law a long time ago? Could it be that this was created by some underground organization?

Forget it, no matter what it is, just solve it.

After stretching his body again, Aaron looked at Carl with a cold expression.

It was obvious from the fight just now that the opponent was much stronger than himself, and his physical strength was also quite impressive, but his speed was obviously insufficient.

Therefore, all you have to do is make good use of the opponent's weaknesses and then play to your own strengths.

"bring it on."

The bionic structure of the arm tore apart and ejected spikes.

The leg power system was instantly strengthened, allowing Aaron to bypass Carl at an extremely high speed and stab him from behind, piercing Carl's chest.

Hmm, with this feeling, is it the gap in the metal structure that has been pierced?

He quickly pulled out the spike and stepped back to avoid Carl's fist. Aaron swung out again, cutting a bloody wound on Carl's neck, and then kicked him out and knocked him into the rubble.

Reaching out and grabbing the steel bar in the collapsed concrete wall at the side, Aaron grinned grimly and swung the steel bar at Carl who had just climbed up. With one blow, the opponent rolled on the ground twice, and bloodstains appeared on Carl's back where he was hit.

"This is the result of being too bulky. Today's new prosthetics emphasize flexible and powerful combat capabilities, not the slow movements of a 90-year-old man like you."

Throwing away the steel bar in his hand, he activated the power system to raise the temperature of the spikes that popped out of his arm, transforming them into piercing weapons with a temperature of over a thousand degrees. As he spoke, Yaron slowly walked towards Carl in front of him.

"Being able to defeat the team I was assigned to proves that you do have good abilities. You are quite capable."

"But if that's all, then you're just that good. I'll just leave this prosthetic body of yours here!"

Use force to swing the spike in your hand.

At the same time, Carl looked up the next moment, stretched out his hand and grabbed the spike that Aaron was swinging.

The high temperature instantly burned and destroyed the flesh on the surface of Carl's fingers, revealing the internal metal structure. However, the mechanical structure that should have continued to be traumatized remained stable at such a temperature, with no tendency to melt at all.

What's going on? What grade is this guy's body made of?!

Realizing that something was wrong, Aaron cut off the connection between the spikes and the body without hesitation, disconnecting the weapon from his arm, and then quickly stepped back.

As a result, just as he made a move, Carl stood up and stabbed at him with the spike in his hand, the temperature of which had not yet completely dropped. With one strike, he pierced through the chest of Aaron's prosthesis and penetrated the wiring on the edge of his power core, causing the power of half of his body to drop by a level immediately.

"damn you……"

"You talk too much."

Without waiting for Aaron to say anything else, in Carl's cold voice, he stretched out his hand and pressed it directly on Aaron's shoulder, then exerted force suddenly, lifted the other person up in the air, and then slammed him hard on the ground, making a big hole.

Realizing that the situation was getting out of control, Aaron roared and struggled to get up, but Carl grabbed his long, shiny black-gray hair and pressed his head against the concrete wall. With a sound of tearing and friction, a long dent was left on the wall, and the flesh on half of his face was completely torn away, revealing a skull-like head with a metal structure underneath the flesh.

With a sudden kick on the wall, Aaron turned around and punched Carl without caring about his bionic scalp being torn. However, the opponent did not move at all and he punched him back. Then, with a loud bang, Aaron crashed through the wall and rolled into an abandoned toilet.

"You bastard……"

When he got up again, he was met with a desk thrown by Carl. Aaron, who was hit on the head, fell backwards and hit the bathroom sink. Carl rushed forward and hit Aaron, crashing through the bathroom sink and the wall behind the sink, rushing into the bathroom, flipping over the partitions of the bathroom cubicle layer by layer, and finally grabbed Aaron and pressed him directly against the wall on one side of the bathroom, hitting his rotten face against the dusty bathroom mirror.

Damn it, this guy has been attacked so many times, why doesn’t he react at all?

How strong is his body's ability to withstand blows?

Activating the electric shock function again, Aaron tried to grab Carl's arm and shock him in a hurry. But Carl, who had been hit by this trick before, let go before his attack hit him, and then kicked Aaron, and with another loud bang, the wall in front of him was directly kicked down, causing Aaron to roll into another toilet next door amidst a pile of flying rubble.

The stench spread. Although the toilet here had been abandoned, some recent reformers had obviously used this place. Aaron struggled to get up from the rubble. When he turned around, he saw a pile of indescribable things on the floor. His expression twisted.

Then Carl followed up and kicked Aaron, burying his face directly into the thing.

"Ugh...you bastard..."

Amidst the emotions of nausea and anger, the simulated olfactory system and the simulated taste system, which had not yet stopped working, diligently analyzed and sent back the taste of the indescribable object for Aaron, who was remotely controlling the prosthesis.

In such intense stimulation, Aaron had just turned over when Carl punched him hard in the face, and his head hit the toilet floor hard, leaving a big hole.

The next moment, Carl reached out and grabbed Aaron's chin directly.

This guy...what does he want to do...

A huge pulling force began to come the next moment.

“No… stop…”

Reaching out to grab Carl's arm, Aaron tried his best to resist at this moment, but found that his strength had no effect at all.

Click——click——

The connecting parts of the mechanical structure gradually fell off and were torn apart.

"Ah...ah..."

The data transmitted by the simulation function becomes more and more chaotic and difficult to describe.

He's... He's tearing my...

Amid the increasingly chaotic neural signals, all that could be seen was Carl's indifferent gaze, which seemed to be devoid of any human emotion.

tear-

Aaron's entire jaw was torn off alive by Carl.

"Ah...ah..."

He then reached out his hand and reached directly into the mechanical structure from the torn mouth.

Carl swiftly pulled out Aaron's neural remote control device and crushed it, thus ending the vitality of the prosthesis.

"You are terminated."

Carl, who finally stood up, looked at Aaron's prosthetic body that would never be able to stand up again, left only these words, and then turned and left.

Chapter 11: The Abandoned

The underground area of ​​this dilapidated building left over from the old times has now completely fallen into darkness.

Deadpool hummed a little tune and stepped into the underground hall of the building. It was obvious that the underground space of the building was originally used as a research facility, and it was probably a military research facility. The heavy metal door, the detection equipment that had long stopped working, and the various defense weapon units that had been dismantled all clearly showed how heavily guarded this place was in the past.

However, with the global wasteland transformation after the nuclear war, this place eventually became a ruin like other places.

"Hmm, I can see it used to be an interesting place. There's a slogan? Hmm... Face your soul and create the future? Well, it's a good thing it's not Face your fears, otherwise I would have deleted the game and run away right now."

Deadpool, complaining quietly, walked through the hall in front of him and then reached a deeper part of the underground area.

It seems that there are no enemies.

He encountered many enemies on the first floor, and it took a lot of time and effort to get rid of them. But when he really entered the underground area, the area with a large number of shielding devices detected by Mr. Neet, the surroundings became quiet.