Chapter 590 I’m No Longer a Human Being! (Thanks to the Silver Alliance of "World Hall" For the Reward!!) (1/2)

To say that the most complex and sophisticated instrument on this planet is undoubtedly human beings themselves.

All man-made things born in the prosperous era are nothing compared to the miraculous craftsmanship of nature.

Even if they spent their short lives, the old scholars could not completely decipher all the secrets hidden by the Creator in this living organism.

This "machine" is almost omnipotent.

Although he always has more unsolved problems than solved ones, in the face of time, all known problems seem to have solutions in the end.

However, this machine is not designed for a single purpose, so it will inevitably have its limits in specific fields.

And if you want to break through this limit——

You must give up your identity as a human being.

The moment he wakes up from the resurrection point, the midnight killing of the chicken is decided.

In order to become stronger——

He is no longer a human being!

At least this life is over!

…

"Have you thought about it? Once you embark on this road, the heavy shackles will accompany you for the rest of your life, and you will never have the chance to look back... quack quack."

Boulder Military Industrial Building.

Prosthetic modification laboratory.

Looking at the man lying on the operating table, Ibbers had a twisted smile on his face.

Although he could have smiled more genially, he didn't really want to.

The engineers and doctors nearby have long been accustomed to their boss's bad taste and have become accustomed to it.

All construction tools, including saws, wrenches, knives, countless flexible robotic arms and various cutter heads suspended above the operating table, have been prepared.

As long as the customer nods his head in front of the camera lens and establishes the final status of life and death, they can immediately start extensive construction on this guy's body.

However, Ibers was slightly disappointed that the man lying on the operating table did not show fear or anxiety because of his words.

That crisp answer was as if the person lying on the operating table was not himself at all, but something else.

"Hurry up! Stop dawdling."

Looking at this guy who was urging him, Ibers was slightly stunned, and then said with a smile.

"as you wish."

After that, he waved.

The doctors and engineers waiting aside didn't waste any time and immediately started working on the equipment.

Lying on the operating table, he simply killed the chicken at midnight. As soon as he closed his eyes, he didn't even look at the bloody scene and went straight off the line to do other things.

The human skeleton determines the basic framework of the human being and also determines the upper limit of the human being.

Even if the quality of a powerful awakened person in a certain field far exceeds that of ordinary people, it will not break away from the category of human beings and become a monster.

Therefore, the first thing Jushi Military Industry has to do is to replace the entire spine, as well as the bones in various parts of his legs, arms, etc., using titanium alloy to replace calcium salts, and using pure electronic control units to replace complex bioelectrical and chemical signals. exchange.

Then, the construction workers replaced his original organic skin with 10mm thick special prefabricated steel plates, and used complex and reliable motors and power units to fill his body that was larger than one circle.

There was a buzzing sound in the operating room.

Sometimes there was the sound of sawing bones, sometimes of banging metal, and sometimes of the buzz of arc welding. Blood flew everywhere, and burnt charcoal residue fell on the ground.

This place doesn't look like an operating room at all, more like a workshop.

that's the truth.

Under the flicker of electric sparks, a "metal giant" nearly three meters tall and burly and majestic gradually took shape.

His left arm is fitted with a one-meter-long chain saw, which can be replaced with the manipulator at the front end, while his right arm is a 19mm caliber barrel of the same type as the XB-1 "Growler" bolter, and The one-meter-long chain saw is also foldable and can be replaced with the manipulator at the front of the forearm.

It can be used as a heavy rifle to fire armor-piercing rounds, or as support equipment to fire air-burst grenades of the same caliber.

As for the power source of the armor, it is a metal hydrogen battery that weighs three kilograms and has a battery life of up to one week.

It is no exaggeration to say that he is a walking woodcutter + self-propelled recoilless gun, and he also has front armor with a thickness of 30mm.

Its helmet is the hardest part.

After all, that is the place with the most flesh and blood left in the entire body. It is also the center of information processing for the entire armor, so it naturally needs to be protected intensively.

If possible, Midnight Killer actually plans to install two rocket launchers on his chest.

But unfortunately, this suit of armor was not what he ordered, but a new experimental product made by Jushi Military Industry. As a "guinea pig", he only has the right to choose whether to wear this free prostitution equipment, and does not have the right to DIY.

The entire suit of armor was completely designed by the product research and development department of Jushi Military Industry. The name of the project is the "Power Warrior" project.

As the name suggests, wearable power armor directly replaces the redundant burdens on the human body, thereby creating self-propelled armor driven by humans.

Under such a design, even if the heart is punctured, you can still survive, because there is no such thing as a heart, replaced by a blood pump with a simple structure. The digestive system has also been completely omitted, replaced by a feed port for the input of nutrient solution and a waste port for the removal of metabolites.

As the transformation progresses, this weapon system called "Power Warrior" has completely become a part of Midnight Killer's body.

Ibers stood next to the operating table and watched with an intoxicated smile on his face, admiring with satisfaction that the masterpiece he conceived was gradually taking shape.

This was his idea after watching the combat video of the Jungle Corps.

In pursuit of greater power, those green-skinned guys actually transformed themselves into half-meat, half-mechanical lumps of iron.

In his opinion, this idea is simply great!

It is worthy of vigorous promotion in the society of organisms!

If the residents of Boulder City had such high awareness and pursuits, Jushi Military Industry would have become the world's number one military industry company!

Unfortunately, most people are resistant to using mechanical prostheses to replace body parts. On the contrary, those "flashy" bionic prostheses are more popular.

Most mercenaries only cautiously install one or two prosthetics when they have to.

Fortunately, there is no shortage of good people with high-level interests and pursuits in the league.

Their ideas are completely different from ordinary people's, to the point of being deviant in the eyes of ordinary people. They are extremely receptive to all kinds of weird mechanical prosthetics, and they dare to install any inexplicable parts on their bodies.

With the support of such a group of lovely people, Jushi Military Industry, which has more professional equipment and rich experience in designing combat prosthetics, there is no reason why it can't come up with something more awesome!

Ibbers is confident.

His "Power Warrior" plan will innovate on the traditional "power armor" concept and completely combine people and weapons into one!

This will be unprecedented!

Of course, because many bionic parts are too scarce and expensive, his design idea is even simpler and cruder than those of mutants' prosthetics, directly using machine structures to replace some parts that originally required the installation of bionic organs.

As for the power source, due to the lack of nuclear fuel, even if the alliance has a black box that can make fusion batteries, it can only temporarily use chemical batteries instead.

However, even if there are countless inconveniences, they still cannot affect the power of this war machine.

This equipment is tailor-made for the Jungle Corps!

However, unlike Ibers, who looked appreciative and intoxicated, the surgeon standing next to the operating table had a numb face.

Especially when he saw the intestines and minced meat discarded in the plastic bucket at his feet, he couldn't help but smack his tongue.

"...This guy is probably crazy."

"Be more confident. Change 80% to 10% and you're right." After wiping the blood on the tablet terminal, an engineer wearing a hard hat couldn't help complaining, "Who in their right mind would change themselves?" It looks like this.”

No need to doubt.

If one day he changes himself like this, his wife may have to divorce him before the next day.

No one would want to live with a monster. To become like this is basically equivalent to giving up all the attributes of a human being.

After all, why should we pursue power and pursue this?

Isn’t it good to be a human being?

"Are all those guys living in shelters freaks?"

"What the hell, hand me the saw."

"Give."

Of course, in addition to the guys who had similar thoughts to him, there were also people who looked at the iron lump on the operating table with admiration.

These guys are true warriors who gave up their lives in order to pursue the ultimate power that can fight against the many evils in the wasteland!

The engineer operating the tool respectfully installed the 19mm barrel that symbolized his status and tightened the last screw.

A power warrior costing as much as 500,000 yuan is completed!

Killing Chicken is still sleeping at midnight and has not woken up.

Ibers stared at this perfect steel body for a while, admiring it. When his eyes rested on his face, he suddenly let out a light sigh and touched his chin.

This face...

No matter how he looked at it, it seemed familiar.

I always feel like I’ve seen it somewhere?

At this time, the midnight killer who was lying on the operating table shook his head, woke up from his sleep, and then sat up from the operating table.

The doctor next to him was startled and said quickly.

"Sir, it's best for you not to exercise strenuously now. Although we have given you tissue repair fluid to speed up wound healing, it's better for you to take it easy."

Hearing this kind reminder, Midnight Killer smiled innocently, raised his huge arm, and touched the back of his head with his unskilled robotic hand.

"It's okay, I feel like I've almost recovered."

Although the recovery speed of players in the strength system is not as good as that in the physique system, it is still outstanding compared with several other systems.

He feels so good now!

I can't wait to go to the nearby city immediately and find some crawlers to practice with.

wrong--

With his current equipment, it would be a waste to find a Creeper to train with. If he wanted to find one, he would have to find an evolved form like Tyrant or Decay Knight.

How else to demonstrate the combat effectiveness of this equipment?

Seeing the midnight-killing chicken jumping off the operating table, Ibers put away his previous suspicions and said with a satisfied smile on his face.

"Your recovery speed is indeed different from ordinary people. Generally speaking, even if you fully recover, the phantom pain and discomfort after surgery will last for about three or four days... How do you feel anyway?"

He knocked his chest armor with his fist, and listening to the crisp muffled sound, Midnight Killing Chicken grinned.

"I feel full of strength, I can even twist my head off!"

Ibers coughed and quickly warned.

"I advise you not to do this... After all, this is equipment worth 500,000. If I die unexpectedly before going to the battlefield, I won't be able to recover the precious experimental data."

Midnight Killing Chicken said with a smile.

"Don't worry, I'm not stupid, how could I twist my head for fun."

After that, he walked out the door.

The doctor on the side saw that he was about to leave, and hurriedly stopped him.

"Wait a minute, in order to prevent possible rejection reactions, I suggest you stay here for a few hours before leaving."

Any foreign tissue entering an immune-active host will inevitably cause rejection reactions of varying degrees.

Although this can be eliminated technically, they have never implanted so many prostheses in any customer at one time.

Midnight Killing Chicken waved his hand and said indifferently.

"It's okay, it's okay. If there's anything wrong, I'll come back and check it out. I've received a mission and I have to go now."

"Mission??"

The doctor was stunned for a moment and looked at him in surprise, as if he was looking at a monster.

Midnight Killer smiled heartily and nodded.

"Well, it's quite a coincidence. I just got a job."

When he went offline, he was browsing the official website and suddenly saw a pop-up window in the task bar. He couldn't help but go back online immediately.

Coincidentally, when he came up, the NPC next to the operating table just screwed the last screw on his "Power Warrior" system.

The operation was almost completed on time!

"But..."

The doctor's expression was still a little hesitant, and he obviously wanted to persuade him again, but Ibers on the side stopped him.

"Let him go."

Looking at the young man who turned and walked towards the elevator, Ibers continued to speak slowly with an appreciative smile on his face.

"Such an active child, you actually have the heart to pour cold water on his enthusiasm... Tsk, tsk, it's really inhumane." The doctor turned around and looked at his boss in amazement. It's okay to be inhumane... Who is inhumane? After a pause, Ibers continued in a cheerful tone. "Besides, I also want to see the actual combat data of this equipment as soon as possible, so as to improve the next version." He was extremely grateful for his original decision. It's great to be able to join the alliance! ... Pine Cone Farm. The winter sun is not strong, and it is even a little cold. It shines on people's faces and feels cold, just like soaking in cold water. A confused expression is printed on every face in this settlement. People look at each other with fear, as if they are looking at a beast, afraid that he will suddenly go crazy in the next second... In fact, in a sense, in a large settlement like Pine Cone Farm, the serfs living here can be regarded as free people. They did not work in chains, but were tied to the land and could not leave the land without permission.

They were slaves, but not completely. They worked 15 hours a day instead of 24 hours. They had their own property, but they did not own it completely. They only had the right to use "the part that the master allowed them to use".

An average family here usually had a wooden house, several children, a small piece of arable land or "share land", and several fruit trees.

The food grown on the share land was mainly for their own consumption, and in addition to cultivating their own land, they also needed to cultivate the farmer's field.

If they wanted to use the farmer's mill, machine, fertilizer and other production tools, or the high-yield seeds occasionally brought by the wastelanders, they would need to pay an additional tax.

Since there was no currency here, the type of tax was usually not fixed. Sometimes it was three chicks and fifteen eggs, and sometimes two jars of jam were usually announced at the beginning of the year.

This was for farming.

If you were a hotel owner, a paper pulp furniture maker, or other handicraftsman, the products you needed to offer would become something else.

Hammer is a serf here, and he is the most common serf.

Although the name is a bit strange, it is not strange at all in the Pinewood Farm.

His neighbor is a young man named Bench, but unfortunately his wife bit off half of his face last night and he is dead.

His memory of last night is not very clear. He only remembers going to bed very early. When he woke up, he did not lie in bed, but stood on the street with many people.

He was scared to death at that time. He thought it was a miracle from the Son of God, and he knelt on the ground and prayed to the Son of God...

It was not until the Alliance used the radio to report what happened at night and saw the bodies being carried out of the settlement and buried that he gradually remembered that vague memory and realized what happened to himself and others...

It was really a nightmare.

He was only glad that he and his family were still alive. Although they were crazy, they did not eat people and were not killed.

Before daybreak, he went to his neighbor's house and found that the crazy woman had hanged herself, leaving only a baby curled up in a cradle, crying and babbling.

Maybe it was a mother's instinct, maybe it was because she had been chewing on her husband's body for a long time, but she didn't eat the child as well.

Hammer couldn't bear it anymore, so he took the poor child back to his home and gave him a name that was as scrawled as his father's.

From now on, the bench has changed from a young man in his twenties to a half-grown child.

He would have to talk to the person in charge for a while.

I believe that the adult will understand him and count the child as his. And in this way, he will be able to pay less rations this winter.

In order to change his mood, he walked outside the house and took a deep breath. However, the lingering smell of blood made him feel unable to get better.

But now is not the time to be dazed.

According to the rules, he must rush to the cowshed with farm tools before dawn and wait for the supervisor in charge to arrange today's work.

After running through several dirt roads, he panted and opened the fence and entered the door. He finally reached the cowshed before being late.

There were many people standing under the dilapidated wooden shed.

Seeing that everyone was almost there, Bangtou panicked, thinking that he would probably be whipped, so he walked over bravely.

However, at this time, he was surprised to see that the supervisor who usually guarded the door was missing.

Strange!

The sun is really shining in the west today!

After walking into the shed, Haotou soon realized that he seemed to be happy too early. It was not that the overseer had not come, but was standing together with several servants under the housekeeper to discuss something.

His heart that had just been relieved tightened again, and he walked over timidly.

"grown ups……"

He was just about to explain the matter to the bench family and ask if he could pay less rations at the end of the year, but the supervisor impatiently drove him aside.

"Go away, I have no time to care about you."

Not even bothering to look at the hammer, he warned the mud-legged guy to stay away with his eyes, and then continued to discuss quietly with the servants.

"Captain Luo Feihui seems to be dead too..."

"Don't he have a younger brother?"

"His brother is just a centurion, what good can he do!"

"It's difficult to handle. He seems to have the most ideas."

"Where are the other officers? What do they think?"

"It's hard to say..."

I could vaguely hear the whispers of those people, and a confused expression appeared on Haotou's face.

What are they talking about?

What made him most uneasy was not the rebellious words they said, but the fact that they stood here and said them unscrupulously.

This settlement seems to be changing...

Unable to fit into that circle, Hammer could only go where he should go, standing with the farmers standing in small groups.

Perhaps because they saw the supervisors talking about the master and his family unscrupulously, these guys who were usually obedient became bolder.

"The master is gone...what should we do?"

"Oh, if he didn't want to plant those fruits and invited those magic sticks from the south to chant scriptures, how could this happen?"

"That's right! Isn't it good to grow camu camu?"

"There's nothing I can do about it. Camu can't be sold at a high price. The factory owners in the north don't accept it this year for some reason."

"Why!"

Everyone sighed more and more as they talked, feeling worried about each other, but there was nothing they could do.

They were not entirely worried about the uncertain future, but more because they didn't know who to blame.

yes.

Who is to blame?

Should we blame the factory owners in the River Valley Province for not taking care of their business, or should we blame the farms in the Luoxia Province for taking away their business? Or maybe it's the slanderous villain around the master, or the master himself is a little confused.

Of course, the alliance is not a good thing.

If they hadn't sneaked in and stimulated the group of magicians, those people would not have suddenly done such an extreme thing.

Pinecone Wood Farm is the largest settlement in Jinhe City. Will sacrificing this settlement be of any benefit to the church?

They had joined the Torch Church a long time ago and dedicated everything to the Supreme Son. There was no reason for those people to come to harm them.

After all, this makes no logical sense at all.

A shepherd would occasionally take a sheep out of the pen and kill it, but no madman would kill all the sheep at once.

This is no good at all!

Seeing everyone shaking their heads and sighing, Hammer couldn't help but say.

"What are you talking about...doesn't the master still have a daughter alive?"

Everyone looked at each other in disbelief.

A man with a wrinkled face couldn't help but remind him.

"She's only eight years old."

"So what? Even if she is only eight years old...she still has the blood of the master, and is also the heir to this farm. If such a big thing happens, she must take care of us." When saying this, Hammer's head In fact, I have a little bit of selfishness in my heart.

The master is hard to deceive and has a hard heart, but the child should be easy to deceive, and his nose and tears will definitely soften his heart.

If that young lady is really allowed to be the farmer, life in the future will definitely be easier. After all, he is just a farmer, so who should he farm for?

The farmer on the side agreed.

"Someone really has to take care of it."

Although he didn't think that an eight-year-old child could take care of anything, he agreed with the second half of this guy's sentence. Someone really had to take care of it.

Other farmers nodded in agreement.

At this moment, a loud voice came from the side.

"That's right! It's not okay to continue like this. Someone really needs to take care of it!"

As he was talking, the supervisor came over.

When everyone saw that face, they dispersed in fear, but they didn't expect that the usually fierce-looking man now had a warm smile on his face.

Hammer was the most surprised.

Because just a few minutes ago, he had been given a hard look by the overseer.

That vicious dog-like look...

But he was almost scared out of his soul.

Not paying attention to everyone's scared expressions, the supervisor continued with a smile.

"Whether it's the respected young lady, a captain, or someone under the steward... there has to be someone who can take charge of the situation."

Looking at the people who were whispering and even nodding in agreement, the smile on the overseer's face became brighter, although there was a bit of ridicule behind the smile.

These guys are simply born to be animals, like sheep in a sheepfold. Even if they were led outside, they wouldn't be able to go far at all.

Things have changed in this farm. These guys are still thinking about what work to do today and whether they can pay less rations tomorrow.

Sure enough, slaves remain slaves for life.

But he was different.

What others saw was the sky falling, but what he saw was the hope of becoming a master.

Looking at the smile on the overseer's face, Hammer suddenly shuddered.

What made him shudder was not the coldness in the smile, and he couldn't see anything at that level, but that this guy could still laugh after something like that happened just a few hours ago.

The overseer didn't look at him at all, but continued in his loud voice.

"Now is the time when future farmers need us. Let's go to the gate of the manor to petition. We will support whoever is willing to come out and take charge of the overall situation."

"Who wants to go with me?"

If he can stand by the future master when he needs it most, with this merit, he might even be able to become the steward of the farm and reach the sky in one step!

But he kept it in mind and cleverly used the word future farmer, so that even if he bet on the wrong thing, he could change his mind in time without losing track of his words.

What if?

It is not entirely impossible if the officers reach a consensus and decide to support the young lady.

Everyone looked at each other, but they didn't think as much as he did, they were just plain scared.

There is an unwritten rule on this farm. Unless the steward orders them to help in the manor, they are not allowed to go near the master's manor.

Moreover, farming is their job.

Running around before finishing work is not something you can get away with with a few whips. You might even get shot.

Seeing the concern in those eyes, the supervisor smiled and continued.

"Don't worry, today is an exception! I can guarantee that even if you don't do farm work today, no one will punish you!"

After hearing these words, everyone finally let go of their worries and agreed excitedly, completely siding with the overseer.

Under the call of the supervisor, everyone carried farm tools and headed towards the manor. Although Hammer didn't want to get involved and just wanted to do farm work, seeing that everyone had gone, he had no choice but to follow.

Perhaps because of the horrific nightmare last night, there were no people on the relatively spacious streets, and there were no soldiers on patrol.

However, when he arrived at the gate of the manor, the supervisor was dumbfounded. He saw that there was already a sea of ​​people in front of the grand gate, and there were all kinds of people.

Obviously, he was not the only one with opportunistic ideas, and everyone happened to think of it together.

But unfortunately, the most critical person who stood up and took charge of the overall situation was missing.

No one is vying for the position of farmer here at all.

He neither saw the powerful officers, nor the eight-year-old young lady, nor the master's confidant housekeeper.

Only a few Union soldiers stood at the door.

Seeing more and more people gathering on the street, the man who was standing at the door to quit smoking felt a headache.

The alliance's Guards Corps had already controlled several officers on the farm. Those guys were very cooperative after seeing the power of the mind interference device, but they didn't expect that the serfs who were least likely to cause trouble actually started making trouble.

Murderous Dagger glanced at Quit with a guilty conscience.

"What on earth do they want to do..."

These people just stood there and didn't say anything.

Quit smoking and swallowed.

"How would I know……"

They had just received intelligence from the Army Command and heard that mutant troops were on their way here, but they didn't know exactly from which direction they were coming.

The manager asked them to be more careful and protect the psychic interference device located in the annex.

At this juncture, they have no time to care about these guys.

Staring like this wasn't an option, so he quit smoking, cleared his throat, and shouted loudly in a less than standard human couplet.

"Friends from Pinecone Wood Farm, what are you doing here?"

There was a commotion in the crowd.

After a while, one person mustered up the courage to shout.

"We want to know... who the new farmer is and where the steward is. Someone has to organize today's work."

Someone soon responded, and everyone nodded along.

"That's right!"

"Please...help us call the master here."

Ouch!

That’s it!

Quit smoking smiled when he heard this and answered without thinking.

"Don't worry, there will be no more farmers here!"

"You are liberated, and the food you grow is your own. Go home!"

After finishing his pretense, he quit smoking and was waiting for people to cheer, but he didn't expect that as soon as he finished speaking, the originally peaceful scene suddenly exploded.

Hearing that there were no farmers here anymore, Bangtou, who was standing in the crowd, felt panicked. Just as he was about to speak, the face of the supervisor next to him changed drastically, and he shouted before him.

"How can that be done!"

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(Thank you again to Brother Jingjing for your Silver Alliance! I’m so ashamed that I asked for leave yesterday... I’m really sorry. T.T)