Chapter 562: Chapter 95: Prosthetic Body Activation Program
Near a pre-World War II city, aboard a flying yacht, inside a soldier deploynt chamber—
"Hey hey hey, Boss Baozi, I’ve reached the location you ntioned. Reporting coordinates, East Zone 3, coordinate position 1141·3134·9242."
"Very good, I’m initiating the airdrop."
"Wait, I haven’t finished my churro."
Before he finished speaking, there was a ’whoosh’ sound. The controller’s display showed the hatch button activating, and four ’airdrop chambers’ were directly emptied. The next mont, from the belly of the nuclear-powered yacht, four fridge-like deploynt chambers were ejected, shooting through the white clouds, breaking the sound barrier, and plumting rapidly towards the ground.
"Do a good job, these days, ancient ruins are hard to find, I spent a fortune to get the coordinates of this ’Atomic City.’"
"Baozi, you idiot!!!"
When the ’airdrop chamber’ was about 3km from the ground, the ergency program was automatically triggered. Nurous vents flipped open on the surface of the airdrop chamber, beginning to spray steam as the parachute deployed. Under the combined effect of both, it started flying towards the designated location.
However, only three of the airdrop chambers were working, with one remaining. It continued plunging into the sea at a missile launch, full throttle pace.
On the communications channel—
"Uh uh uh?"
"What the hell, did the fridge cool down?"
"Didn’t it trigger the landing program?"
"Baozi, what’s going on?"
"It can’t be. My airdrop chamber is exclusively used by the special forces of a large military group. The failure rate is 0.0041%, it’s impossible for an issue to arise."
Curious, Baozi said, "Could it be that when the hacker hacked the program back then, it wasn’t done thoroughly?"
"Damn, I thought it was the genuine article, turns out Baozi, you bought a pirated version!"
"Nonsense, the authentic ones are so expensive. You’re only losing a life, but I’m losing money!"
"Ugh, Baozi, you capitalist, I’ll hang you sooner or later!"
"Hang ? Believe it or not, I’ll hit the self-destruct button on the ’airdrop chamber’ right now."
"Damn, this thing can actually self-destruct!"
Without the slightest awareness of employer and employee, both sides started cursing each other out until the airdrop chamber landed safely, the hatch opened, and this graceful exchange of words finally ended.
With a ’whoosh’, as the sound of a gas pump echoed, the two doors lifted slowly. Two fully ard prosthetic warriors stood face to face, and I’m a Big Muscle Dominator got sprayed with so unknown white liquid.
"Is it that thrilling?" Justice’s Security Manager exclaid, decisively keeping a safe distance.
"Thrilling my ass! It’s the soy milk I just drank," I’m a Big Muscle Dominator furiously wiped his face and conveniently tossed away the half-eaten churro.
"The fridge is down, where’s the cook?"
Both of them looked toward the last airdrop chamber. Big Muscle Dominator extended a tal finger and knocked on the door.
"Cook, are you dead yet?"
The door slowly opened, revealing another heavy-duty prosthetic warrior. As soon as he appeared, he was perplexed and said, "Just now, it seed like my exoskeleton was talking to , did you hear it?"
The other two exchanged glances.
"Combat exoskeleton, talking? You must be hearing things. Do you even have the money to buy a combat program?"
At this mont, the usual sleazy laughter of Baozi ca from above.
"Little ones, dig those graves well. After the seventh day, Boss will co to pick you up. Rember, you must find the legendary prosthetic activation program. If you find it, there’ll be great rewards!"
In response, three middle fingers were raised skyward.
After a brief rest, Justice’s Security Manager, I’m a Big Muscle Dominator, and Rock Chef God, the three players headed towards the Atomic City of the Civilization Era. Their goal was to ’grave-dig’.
Any ruins from the Civilization Era hold great value. Baozi sohow caught wind that there was a highly unique ’prosthetic activation program’ in this ruin. Any prosthetic body implanted with this program would see efficiency improve by 20%-30%. As a Prosthetic Doctor, the temptation was unbearable, and he imdiately called his buddies to get involved.
"Hold on," halfway there, Justice’s Security Manager suddenly halted the two. On the bulletproof helt, a small green dot began auto-calibrating. Once calibration completed, the tactical prosthetic on his arm raised and with a ’bang’, a small black dot from the sky dropped down.
"Drone from the Civilization Era, Level 18 Common Monster."
Nowadays, the Security Manager no longer wore just the whiteboard set of the Prosthetic Body Security but a fully automated Tier 1 Advanced Exoskeleton, all custom-made, with an automation rate reaching 70%.
"Drone? Is there a controller?" I’m a Big Muscle Dominator curiously asked.
"No idea, Baozi did say, we aren’t the first to co to this grave. Perhaps so tomb raiders before us accidentally triggered sothing."
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The Rock Chef God stared at the dilapidated concrete wall for a mont and suddenly said, "I sll the scent of war, and the scent of gasoline roasting chips."
The other two did not doubt his judgnt, after all, as a level 24 Prosthetic Knight, he ca from a legitimate military faction with a scavenger-style profession, possessing countless battlefield skills.
But this Rock Chef God is a bit unusual; he is not a legitimate combat personnel, but a logistics cook, also known as a canteen cook.
Even more bizarre is that those he serves are chanical n.
He is a professional at cooking for robots.
"Let’s go, let’s go. The earlier we find what the capitalists want, the sooner we can loot and see if there’s any good stuff in the grave."
And at the spot where the drone wreckage fell, strange electronic sounds began to ring out.
’Outsider, yet another outsider.’
’Beco one of us.’
’No, beco one of us.’
’All for the great ideal!’
...
anwhile, Gao Gong was sitting in Mas Sharpness’s nuclear-powered helicopter, passing through layers of radiation clouds, heading towards a mobile base of Mas Sharpness.
"Mr. Gao, the radiation level of the cloud layer is too high. You can choose either a radiation needle or a radiation protective suit."
The robot’s palm extended forward, revealing a green syringe and a button.
Gao Gong shook his head and looked out the window. Beneath the thick clouds, black, red, blue, and white lights flickered alternately. Besides the radiance, there were also sounds resembling ammunition explosions.
In this radiation cloud layer 10,000 ters high, the radiation level is terrifyingly strong; even passing through so clouds, it reached the strength of an S-Level Radiation Field.
Throughout this process, Gao Gong remained calm, but on the exposed skin, crimson veins occasionally bulged. Thanks to these veins, he seed to transform into a black hole, absorbing all the radiation energy in the cabin without any leaking out.
"Your biological implants are excellent, indeed worthy of a senior leader of the Du Gao Group."
After the robot gave a complint, it suddenly changed its tone, "So, do you mind if I beco a part of you?"
"Huh?"
"Look at , as an advanced solid-state robot, I can regulate temperature, efficiently save energy, reduce noise, and besides that, I can also do housing renovation, furniture crafting, coffee making, playing mahjong, and even possess one hundred and twenty-one special sleeping postures. If you allow it, I can now connect to your skeletal system and complete the implantation."
As the robot spoke, the wires on its exterior quivered provocatively.
"If you need, I can also install various entertainnt modules to et your other needs."
"..."
Gao Gong was silent for a mont, then said, "Is your group getting this competitive now? Even service robots have KPI requirents?"
"It must be so unruly employee who secretly implanted the transformation program. I will teach him a lesson."
Accompanied by a helpless female voice, a screen automatically flipped out of the seat in front of Gao Gong, the screen lit up, revealing a cat-eyed beauty, with dark skin, cat pupils, a curvaceous figure, and a suit, exuding an inexplicable Egyptian vibe.
"But I didn’t expect President Du would let you co over."
"...orange cat?"
The cat-eyed beauty rolled her eyes gracefully, "We are old acquaintances, and you can’t rember my na?"
"It’s not that I forgot, I just never really knew," Gao Gong humbly said.
"..." The cat-eyed beauty was a bit taken aback, gritting her teeth, "Okay, let
officially introduce myself, Mas Sharpness Sales Departnt Manager, Miao Miaomiao."
’That na has less dignity than an orange cat,’
Gao Gong internally mocked but outwardly smiled and asked, "So, old friend, happy to see
again?"
"That depends on what you’re bringing over, well, we can have the courtesy talks when we et. You can disembark now."
Gao Gong seed to sense sothing, looked out the window, and suddenly had a clear view. The radiation cloud layer seed to be dispersed by so formless energy, revealing an orbital spaceship, commonly known as a Sky Carrier, but the massive energy shield spanning nearly 500 ters showed this flying device’s uniqueness.
It’s well known that the radiation layer of the chanical Split Star is no less than so low-threat cosmic environnts, and yet this carrier can maintain stable operation in such conditions, quite incredible.
This is a Tier 2 spaceship but is experinting with Tier 3 Interstellar Navigation Technology.
As the flying device entered the helipad, the tal doors slowly opened, and Gao Gong finally t an old acquaintance once again.
"Happy to see ?" The Catgirl, with erald pupils, tilted her head and asked a certain soone.
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