Chapter 96: The tis have changed at nine_3
So he could only pat the young man in front of him, “Young man, I’m in a hurry, could you switch seats with ? I’m willing to offer a reward.”
The young man, annoyed by the shoulder pat, turned around, cursing, “What’s the hurry? Am I not in a hurry too? The chanician I found earlier didn’t attach my prosthetic properly, and I’m injured right now… Dammit, are you freaking bleeding?!!!”
Gerard looked down at his abdon again and said indifferently, “It’s alright, it’s just a minor wound. Since you’re not willing…”
“Willing, willing, I am very willing! Please, co ahead of instead of possibly dying behind . That would be frightening.”
The young man quickly let Gerard move ahead and placed himself behind Gerard.
Gerard thanked him, then overheard the young man muttering behind him, “But what if he dies in front of later?”
...
But soon the young man didn’t have to worry anymore because Gerard tapped the shoulder of the person in front of him.
“Hello, miss.”
“What’s good? I’m not… Holy shit, man, why are you bleeding?!”
It was through this progression, from one person to the next, that Gerard quickly made his way to the middle of the line.
This naturally caused so commotion.
Carol looked up and, upon seeing Gerard, his pupils slightly constricted but he didn’t say much and continued with his work.
Gerard did not continue to move forward as this spot was sufficient and he was sure Carol had seen him.
So from that mont, the conversation had already begun.
Carol faced the young man in front of him and asked, “Are you sure you want to install our newly released V4 model prosthetic?”
“Yes, yes,” the young man nodded eagerly, describing excitedly, “the one that goes up to the shoulder.”
“Are you certain it’s that one?”
“Yes, yes, I’ve looked long enough. It’s the kind that lets you install so small devices inside the shoulder,” the young man said with a smile, “I’d like to install a couple of grappling hooks inside, you know, so that…”
“So it ans cutting off your entire arm,” Carol said, looking at the young man’s already halved arm and calmly cut him off, “You should know, this process is irreversible. Once you choose a shoulder model like the V4, you must stick with that model or larger ones in the future because the cut-off arm won’t regenerate… do you understand what I’m saying?”
“I get it, you’re just saying this model isn’t cheap,” the young man said, “Don’t worry, I’ve brought enough money. Just start.”
Seeing the young man’s determination, Carol fell silent for a mont, then nodded, “Alright then.”
He then had the young man sit on a machine.
This machine was similar to the one Gerard thought of using for self-harm the night before. Carol operated the machine, it started working, and several needles containing dicine pierced the young man’s right shoulder.
Consequently, the young man’s right side began to visibly weaken.
It seed to be an anesthetic.
Bai Wei was seeing the installation of a tal prosthetic for the first ti and watched with interest.
The machine continued to operate, and soon a rapidly spinning blade appeared. It hovered above the young man’s right shoulder, emitting a sharp, piercing noise which made the seated young man tense.
Carol, holding the machine, told the young man, “You have one last chance. Once this blade cuts, you will permanently lose your natural arm, and whether you like it or not, you will only be able to use prosthetics from now on, so…”
“Got it, got it, just start,” the young man urged impatiently, then made faces at his companion, excited about the chanical arm he was about to receive.
Carol finally said no more and pressed the lever.
The blade swiftly chopped down.
Flesh is so fragile before tal; in just a blink of an eye, the young man’s entire arm was severed.
The young man imdiately showed a pained expression.
But perhaps it was the effect of the dicine from earlier; the injury didn’t bleed much, so the young man didn’t pass out right away.
Moreover, the machine did not let the young man remain armless for long; it quickly began to attach the chanical arm he had purchased.
Honestly, looking at this scene, it was hard to believe that Lyra and Rhein were from the sa era.
After so operations, the young man successfully had the chanical arm installed. He instinctively wanted to stand up and show it off to his companions, but Carol stopped him, “Wait, the ‘lock’ hasn’t been properly installed.”
The young man paused, not understanding at first, “Lock? What lock?”
“What do you an ‘what lock’?” Carol glanced at the young man, “This prosthetic is military-grade. Naturally, it cos with a ‘lock’ to prevent you from using it to harm Lyra… didn’t you know that?”
“Ohh, of course, I knew. It’s common knowledge, I just didn’t think of it,” the young man waved it off and again urged, “Then hurry.”
“It’s already done,” Carol, impatient, patted the young man’s shoulder, “Go ahead.”
The young man joyfully left, and even as he exited the store, his praise could still be heard.
All the while, he didn’t give a second glance at his severed arm.
Just like throwing away trash, it was tossed aside, then Carol threw it into a tal bin.
The blood from the arm dripped onto the edge of the tal bin, as if being devoured.
“Next,” Carol said to the people behind.
The sa procedure was repeated: one by one, young n cut off their limbs, got new prosthetics, and left cheerfully without looking back.
One arm after another was thrown into the bin as if feeding an insatiable fat man.
Finally, it was Gerard’s turn.
Carol, without looking up, said, “It’s different from your ti. You used prosthetics to protect other parts of the body, but they don’t… tis have changed.”
Gerard asked, “You know ?”
Only then did Carol look up at Gerard, “People from that era, nobody wouldn’t know of the Knight of Night Star.”
Gerard fell silent for a while, just about to speak when Carol continued.
“You’re here for Officer 44, aren’t you?”
Reviews
All reviews (0)