"Bang—"
His right leg delivered an extrely fast whip kick to the target, bending the entire target down, and without waiting for it to rebound, his right foot touched down as the pivot, his whole body spinning around, and his left foot unleashed another fierce spinning back kick at that target.
"Crack—" The elastic tube supporting the target couldn’t withstand the huge impact and was kicked apart instantly, sending the whole target flying towards the wall, where it exploded on impact, taking out a large chunk of the wall surface along with it.
Such was the ferocity of his leg strength that even the wall now exhibited hairline fractures.
"It looks like you’ve recovered quite well." The door to the training room had opened at so point, and a blond man leaned against the doorfra, watching him with a satisfied smile.
"Mm." The man standing in the center of the training room simply nodded slightly, without much conversation.
Yaxi examined Gary from top to bottom and nodded in satisfaction once again.
Nowadays, over half of Gary’s body had been replaced with chanical versions, a unified black alloy prosthetic body gleaming under the light with a profound shine, concealing the explosive power within.
The other half of his body was still flesh, but it was also fitted with a sturdy exoskeleton to enhance physical strength; otherwise, the imnse driving force of the prosthetic body during an explosion would twist him in two.
On Gary’s back, there was also a pair of chanical wings, not very large, barely enough to wrap around Gary’s upper body even when extended forward.
This was completely out of proportion with that of birds, and the reason was simple: these chanical wings were not reliant on flapping to generate lift.
Under normal circumstances, a person with average weight and body structure would need wings nearly twenty ters in wingspan to enable flight, and for soone as massive as Gary to be fitted with such wings...
It would be more normal to simply take a plane.
Therefore, on his back were the kind of afterburning turbofan engines used for jet aircraft, and to protect the human body, his back was also equipped with high-intensity armor.
If the chanical wings were to be fully activated and he were to deliver a kick at the sa ti, the effect would be almost like...
Have you ever been kicked at the speed of light?
However, as he wished, the prosthetic limbs fitted on Gary’s upper body were of the Desert Civil Type One, which compared to the rest of the body looked like withered branches, conveying an indescribable sense of incompatibility.
"I’ve already found your target for the first mission," Yaxi continued, "If you’re willing, you can start tonight."
"Who?" Gary turned his head, and for so unknown reason, his face always bore an expression of gritted teeth, seemingly an inexplicable anger.
But his tone remained consistently flat and eerily calm.
"Mike Adams." Yaxi tapped on her wristwatch, releasing a Simulated Light Screen displaying a fat, bald middle-aged man.
He spoke slowly, "Aren’t you curious? Why would they allocate Desert Civil Type One to you as your prosthetic limbs, even if you’ve outlived your usefulness, it shouldn’t co to this."
Gary turned to face Yaxi squarely, still silent, but his eyes narrowed, combined with his constant teeth-clenching expression, it looked like a rage beyond containnt.
"He’s in the high echelons of Social Sequence, in charge of logistics for the Huang Kong Company," Yaxi explained, "He’s behind these things, it’s not his first ti doing sothing like this. And according to the intelligence I’ve received, the last weapons leak was also intricately connected to him."
"Why is such a person still in a high position?" Gary furrowed his brow deeply.
"Because a society like this needs worms," Yaxi suddenly chuckled, a coldness in her eyes.
She continued at a steady pace, "If you don’t trust , you can investigate on your own. As for the rest... it’s your choice."
"Mm." Gary nodded, it wasn’t clear if he was agreeing with one of Yaxi’s points.
At this mont, he had no interest in understanding why Yaxi was doing this.
Yaxi’s purpose wasn’t important.
What was vital was that he was standing once again, stronger than before!
And with strength...
There were many more things he could do.
Scenes of his past life as a police officer, eradicating evil and combating cri, flashed through his mind, a scene that brought him peace.
Life could soon return to this sort of normalcy, couldn’t it?
Even though he couldn’t walk side by side with his colleagues at the police station anymore...
Suddenly, a severe pain shot through his prosthetic right hand and leg, snapping him back from his reminisces like countless fractures sending jolts of pain directly into the depths of his brain.
He took a deep breath, held it again, clenched his teeth even more tightly, and his facial muscles tensed a bit more.
"Right, I think you need a bit of ceremony," Yaxi spoke again, "Like a codena and a signature mask."
Gary furrowed his brows and asked directly, "Why?"
"Why?" Yaxi paused for a mont, echoing Gary’s question, then laughed, "Don’t you think it would be cool?"
"Not really," Gary shook his head.
"Then I’ll give you a good reason," Yaxi bead, "Let think..."
She quickly ca up with a suitable reason, "A codena can help you rember your current thoughts."
"Hm?"
"It can remind you of what you’re thinking now, and the aning of your resurgence. And then, never fall from grace." Yaxi gazed at him deeply, "As for the mask... whether they can recognize you from your prosthetic body or not, you need so sort of disguise, don’t you?"
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