Oulos and the state police were getting along well.
John fell asleep in the backseat of the business car. Perhaps due to the effects of surgery and Sianweistan, he felt extrely fatigued. By the ti he woke up again, the state police had already left.
[Eden City-Damascus Camp]
Only the old, weak, sick, and logistics personnel remained in the camp.
John t Screwdriver and Qiao there and learned from them that Nando had already crossed the Border Wall and returned to his family for treatnt.
"I’m really sorry, things got a bit too chaotic."
He was exhausted both physically and ntally and just wanted to return to his apartnt in Eden City.
But seeing the ss in the Damascus Camp, he couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt as if he was fleeing the battlefield, most familiar faces were still on the battlegrounds outside and inside Silver Port.
Oulos needed the camp and had promised to take care of them.
"Who knew things would turn out this way, I really..."
"It’s okay, John."
Qiao smiled and comforted him. "The Wanderers are different from any group you’ve ever seen. We have the strength and determination to get through this. You have no stance or reason to be with us. Have a good rest."
Qiao took out a pack of traditional cigarettes and placed it in John’s jacket pocket.
He saw John’s severed arm, the blood still lingering on his body, and the exhaustion all over his face...
Qiao hugged him and patted his back.
"You’ve worked hard, brother, you’ve done more than enough."
"Phew..."
John took a deep breath and answered earnestly.
"You have my number, just contact whenever you need, don’t hesitate, okay?"
They bumped fists and bid farewell.
John had two vehicles to take from the camp, so he asked Screwdriver to secure the motorcycle on top of the armored vehicle.
The sky was gradually brightening.
The wasteland still presented a scene of yellow sand everywhere, with thicker clouds on the distant horizon.
Hovercars and other flying vehicles occasionally swept past.
It seed like rain was coming.
Oulos and the Armored·Behemoth followed behind in the business car.
They passed through the checkpoint effortlessly, returning to the outskirts of Eden City.
[Vehicle detected and added to the equipnt center.]
Black Light scanned over Jurassic Armored Vehicle.
John confird it had connected to the Eden City network and let the vehicle leave through the auto-parking system.
He got out of the car and entered the backseat, heading to a private clinic in the city center with Oulos.
[Eden City-Celadon Aesthetics]
It was a heavily Chinese-style building.
Located near a bridge leading to Sakura Cross Street, the street had a noticeably higher proportion of Asians, and it was said that several small companies around were industries placed by the Kuang Xin family in Eden City.
The elevator went directly from the garage to the operating room.
John t the doctor who had originally implanted the Alloy Skeleton in him, along with his set of precise and sharp surgical prosthetics.
The Prosthetic Body Repair Center was located on the top floor.
It was usually a private costic surgery hospital for the wealthy, the hygiene and room decor were reassuring.
Screens hung from the ceiling.
Without a doubt, Eden City news focused on Silver Port, with major TV stations discussing the grudges between the Exile and the Wanderers.
Most interview guests expressed vigilance against the camp’s expansion.
To prevent them from developing towards the direction of terrorists.
Kuang Xin also appeared as the spokesperson for Tiebang Logistics.
Impeccably dressed, he faced malicious interview questions fearlessly—so guilty companies wanted to shift attention towards the backup machine room.
Politicians showed up too.
Silver Port’s nuclear radiation pollution and reconstruction issues once more beca slogans to attract votes.
Bang.
The spotlight turned on.
John lay down on the operating chair.
As the drugs were injected, his head started to feel groggy.
Igdrasir was a custom-made prosthetic limb, not only costly but also without any available stock for replacent.
The break was relatively clean.
Oulos replaced John’s left hand with a high-end product available on the market.
"This ti, we collected a lot of field data and conducted a destructive experint, it’s quite a gain. We’ll make targeted adjustnts and upgrades. When the goods arrive, we’ll perform another operation for you."
"I’m fine with that."
John activated the scanner and looked at his palm.
[Prosthetic: Igdrasir [Palm: Radium Grip]]
[Prosthetic: Glider [Arm Module Vacant]]
There was a slight color difference between the two arms.
The new arm had a reserved modification slot. If desired, a miniature gun barrel could be added, or sothing like a Mantis Blade could be inserted.
Oulos dismissed others and emphasized two things.
She needed to leverage the Silver Port situation to cooperate with the cyber surveillance, then maneuver among various companies, during which there would be many troubles.
John needed to help her unconditionally.
"Debts must be paid, dear. If you refuse, I’ll put you on the dishonesty list, and the relationship will beco very delicate then."
"Uh-huh."
John turned around and put his foot on the floor, observed his back in the projection mirror, examining the Sianweistan.
His skin was markedly discolored, like a vagrant with severe skin disease, and he looked very weary.
However, Oulos read other emotions from John’s face.
"Speak your mind."
"Ah, you can read minds, can’t you."
John picked up a plain T-shirt with the hospital’s logo and turned around to et Oulos’s eyes.
"You’re wary of , aren’t you? You don’t feel safe, so you had Armored·Behemoth co along."
Oulos waved it off.
She wanted to say that’s the nature of a diator, but John refused her explanation for it.
"I don’t have a high-tech algorithm, unlike you, playing charades with those bastards in the state police, going back and forth."
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