Chapter 7 Injury

"With great power comes great responsibility, right? You can't just let me go, after all, you are made of metal and bulletproof." Sun Jieke said to Ta Pai earnestly.

"Fuck you." Ta Pai clenched the gun in his hand, kicked his legs hard on the ground with his joints turned, and rushed directly to the people behind him.

The various bullets shot from the front quickly caught up with Ta Pai's figure, and finally attracted a lot of curses from the other side.

"Haha! It's done!" Sun Jieke looked at the two sides shooting at each other, and immediately clenched his fists excitedly.

With a "puff", the smile on Sun Jieke's face froze in place.

He looked down tremblingly, and saw a bloody arc blade piercing through his abdomen. As the blade was pulled out, hot blood spurted out directly.

Sun Jieke, who was holding his stomach, turned around and looked behind him, but found that there was no one, only a bloody blade suspended in the air.

Under his gaze, a bald man with metal prostheses on both arms and an inverted cross brand on his neck sneered and cancelled his camouflage, revealing his true form. "batard"

"Fuck you!" Sun Jack roared and raised the rifle in his hand.

But with a flash of cold light, in just a moment, his right arm holding the gun was cut into three pieces.

Time seemed to stop at this moment. Watching the bone marrow in his broken bones tumbling and flying out in mid-air, Sun Jack instantly felt the extremely desperate gap between the prosthesis and the flesh. "Am I going to die?"

The next moment, time returned to normal, fierce gunshots rang out, and bullets were fired from the left, blocking the bald man.

Looking at Sun Jack, who was almost turning into a blood gourd at this moment, the other party sneered, quickly activated the camouflage, and disappeared on the spot.

Just when Sun Jack was about to fall to the ground, Ta Pai, holding a rifle, rushed over quickly and dragged him out of the battlefield.

Because of his contribution, the two sides had already started fighting, and they could not take care of them for the time being.

"Am I going to die?" The delayed pain finally came at this moment, and Sun Jack's consciousness began to blur.

Ta Pai quickly dragged Sun Jack to a low-lying place where there was no threat of bullets. "You can't die!"

As he stretched out his hand, the thin optical fiber that had invaded the computer before quickly drilled into Sun Jack's body, sutured the ruptured blood vessels at a very fast speed, and the amount of bleeding was rapidly decreasing.

But this was not enough, Sun Jack was almost in hemorrhagic shock at this moment.

Ta Pai quickly used the induction line to measure Sun Jack's blood type, quickly scanned left and right, and pulled back a tattered corpse from outside. As the induction line was inserted into the blood vessel, the translucent induction line began to gradually turn blood red, and another one was inserted into Sun Jack's body.

"Wait! I'm not dead yet!" The other party struggled to open his eyes.

Ta Pai raised his fist and hit him hard on the head, directly hitting the other party's skull. "You are dead now."

As the blood with residual heat was quickly injected into Sun Jack's body, his dead white face gradually regained its blood color.

Ta Pai quickly scanned everything around him with radar. Finally, as the painkiller stimulant found by Ta Pai from the corpse was injected into Sun Jack's body, he finally woke up.

Sun Jack, who opened his eyes again, looked at the gray sky with rain, and cursed fiercely, "Fuck!"

At this moment, Sun Jack was extremely glad that he brought Ta Pai down with him. If he didn't have such a prehistoric robot, he would have died just now.

"Let's go quickly. If you don't leave, you can't do anything. I don't have anti-infection medicine. Your wound was soaked by acid rain. If you don't find a doctor, you won't live long."

After Ta Pai finished speaking, he supported Sun Jack and prepared to leave.

"Wait." Sun Jack, who endured the pain, stopped and looked at the corpse with a sunken head.

This man also looked like a mercenary. The black prosthesis of his arms looked very technological. His clothes were tattered by bullet holes, and he looked very miserable.

He has a skull tattoo on his left face, messy dreadlocks, and two big nose rings. He doesn't look like a good person.

Sun Jack glanced at his empty right arm, and then at the metal prosthesis of the corpse. "Can you put it on me?"

Thinking of the bald man who almost took his life before, Sun Jack couldn't calm down. Isn't it bullying him for not having a prosthesis?

Sun Jack was not just acting on impulse. You know, the other party might not have left yet, hiding nearby and ready to attack. At this time, he must restore his combat effectiveness as much as possible.

"If you wear too many prostheses, you will get cyberpsychosis."

"Look at the current environment. Is it time to discuss this issue? Let's get out of here alive first!" The sound of gunfire around made Sun Jack no longer care about so much. In this environment, what is the difference between a broken arm and a disabled person.

"Okay, you are the boss." Tapai's fingers quickly switched to tools and began to dismantle the other party's metal right arm.

While the painkiller was still effective, the broken meat and bones were cut quickly, and soon the matte black metal arm was transplanted on Sun Jieke.

With a sour and refreshing feeling of hitting the numb tendons, Sun Jieke found that his right hand could move again.

He put the metal arm in front of him, slowly opened and tightened his arm, and he felt his hand was back.

With a "clang", a sharp blade with an arc of electricity popped out from the forearm, and the blade reflected Sun Jieke's excited expression at the moment.

A "click" sound was heard, the sharp blade quickly rebounded, the five metal fingers bent back close to the arm, and the black muzzle spiraled open from the palm of the hand.

This prosthetic body can actually be equipped with cannons. Obviously, many explosions nearby were caused by this thing.

Sun Jack, who began to feel pain, picked up the analgesic stimulant on the ground and injected it directly into his thigh. As his pupils shrank, he felt like it was almost dawn.

"Looks like I found a treasure." Jack Sun, who had regained his mobility, put the last bit of painkiller stimulants in his pocket, gritted his teeth and stood up.

He did not retreat immediately, but went directly to the place where the two groups of people had fought before, and fired several shots directly at the group of people who had been chasing him.

Seeing the explosion flames in the distance, Jack Sun finally felt that his injuries were no longer so painful.

"Let's go!" Jack Sun took Tapai and was about to leave, but a trembling hand held his left foot. "Wait wait!"

Jack Sun lowered his head and found a guy with a sunken head and missing one right arm looking up at him. If he took a closer look, wasn't this the original owner of his right arm?