Chapter 1 Prosthetic Shop

Author: drinking luck

Chapter 1 Prosthetic Shop

Outside An Ning City, there was a firefight.

Lynn Prosthetics Shop.

There was light rain outside the window, and inside the store it was damp and dark. A purple light flashed across the sky, revealing the wires lying on the ground inside the store, adding to the mess.

Walking past the old rubber wires, there was a thin man sitting on an iron chair in the back yard working at his desk. His dirty right hand was twisting several extremely thin optical cables and was carefully inserting them into a mechanical right arm.

Among the holes of the Nalukou.

Thunder rumbled, and Lin En's hands shook.

The bundle of kneaded optical cables fell apart.

He sighed softly, threw the thing in his hand away as if out of breath, rubbed his hands on the rag, and gently opened a corner of the curtain.

The rain fell to the ground and merged into streams. The ferocious blood stains on the stone street had faded away, as if the dozen or so people who fought to death this afternoon were a joke.

Lin En was moved by the scene, and a vague feeling of uneasiness suddenly emerged from the bottom of her heart.

He thought about taking the postgraduate entrance examination and the Ph.D. examination in a step-by-step manner, and he also thought about finding a job after graduation to support himself. However, he never expected that he would be able to travel to a cyberpunk world a few days ago and become a volunteer in the most chaotic "firefight area".

Body repair shop owner.

This is the outermost area of ​​the "surrounding area" of Anning City. There are many gangs in the city, and the plutocratic giants cover the sky with one hand. Looking as far as the eye can see, everything is dark; outside the city, monsters are rampant, entrenched and ready to move, and sometimes they invade, and no grass grows wherever they go.

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Risks and opportunities coexist here, and bloodshed occurs every moment, so that

The Dead Man Lottery in the city does not count the data of the firefight area.

"The branches of the human world each ride on the current"

Lin En shook his head, pressed the bathroom door handle with his elbow, turned the faucet to the maximum, and washed his hands.

The mirror in front of him cracked into three pieces, reflecting the delicate and tired face of a young man under the light.

There were often gunshots in the middle of the night at the firefighting sites. Linn was often awakened in his sleep. He tossed and turned and found it difficult to fall asleep. Naturally, his energy was not as good as before.

Lin En gathered her emotions, folded her clothes and was about to fall asleep when she heard the sound of rapid footsteps outside the window.

A person walked quickly, the metal parts on his clothes collided, making a unique sound, and finally stopped in front of the prosthetic shop and rang the doorbell.

"Ding dong."

Lin En rearranged his clothes and put an energy pistol on his waist, feeling a little emotion arise in his heart.

He really wanted to fly away, settle in the safer and more prosperous upper city, and never see this bustling place of war again.

But he has no choice now.

He has no money and is unfamiliar with the people and places in Anning City, so he can only use this prosthetic shop as a bridgehead to explore the new world.

People who run prosthetic shops are also called mechanics.

This prosthetic shop was passed down to Linn by his father who had passed away long ago. His father's craftsmanship was undoubtedly much better than his.

In its heyday, it was located in the center of the entire downtown, established a registered company, provided services to countless gang leaders, became the main supplier of arms companies, and was praised by both black and white people.

At that time, his father always asked Lin En to learn more about mechanical maintenance and get more exposure to prosthetics, so that he could take over his craftsmanship in the future and let the company that was still in its seedling stage grow into a towering tree, truly competing with those in the city.

The giants have a show of arms.

Later, my father died.

Many people came to pay their respects, dressed casually, wearing earrings, and wearing exoskeletons. Some people also asked Xiao Lin in a subtle way how he was doing at his craft.

The original person laughed aloud, patted his chest and said, "How do you like it?" Then the business went bad for several years, and the prosthetic shop went from bad to worse.

He doesn't know how to make prosthetics at all, and the name of this store is a false one, but it's actually a business repairing rags.

After the company's capital chain was broken, it was finally unable to pay the high rent, so it moved out of the center of the lower city and lived in a corner of the city called the "Firefight Area". The people coming and going were all unscrupulous people.

He works the most low-end job and is a good match for Lin En.

Later, some colleagues also set up shop on this street, and Lin En's prosthetic shop has completely declined. It has not been open for three full days now.

Cold rain falls outside the window. The old house is no longer there, so we should let go of the past.

The door opened with a creak. Outside was a man dressed in rags, who looked like an old beggar. But he happened to reveal the exquisite pattern of ebony on his waist and the handle of a gun. He had a goatee and a pair of

The muddy moves were spinning around, and there was something unknown wrapped in white linen on the back.

Lin En recognized that this was a regular customer who lived on the street next door and used to take care of the business of the shop, so he hurried forward to ask for details.

"It's raining so fast, Boss Lin. I'm sorry to bother you so late."

Yang Gui chuckled, suddenly untied the white linen cloth behind his back, and handed Lin En a broken barrel.

He raised one hand slightly, and the dripping flesh and blood had stuck to his clothes. As he spoke, he squeezed the dirty water on his sleeve in vain, for fear of infection.

It has not rained normally in Anning City for a long time. This kind of acid rain contains dissolved sulfides and the pH value is also quite low. If a person with a weak constitution is exposed to a cold, it will also be quite corrosive to the skin.

Drugs are scarce in firefighting areas. If you really develop a high fever, no one can say whether you will survive.

Lynn invited him into the store, made some emergency measures with alcohol and iodophor, turned on the baking lamp, brewed a pot of synthetic tea, and said in surprise:

"You are so lucky today, can you pick up the A product from Lufton Arms Factory?"

"Haha." Yang Gui smiled, stroking his goatee quite proudly, and approached him pretending to be mysterious: "I picked it up from the nail dock! A bastard from the Lizard Gang came to hit me with an iron rod and called me two

Shot to death!"

"A few days ago, I picked up half a holographic scanner, which was very expensive. I sold it on the black market and made more than 4,000 points in one fell swoop, which is much more than your sales in a few months.

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"I have long told you not to work in this maintenance industry. Anyway, your level is not that good. You can only repair parts. You might as well make a fortune together with me!"

Naitouwu is the largest garbage station in the area where the fire broke out, and it is also the transfer station for the garbage treatment plant. In Yang Gui's words, she is like a kind mother, raising a large group of scavengers.

However, it is firmly occupied by several gangs, leaving few opportunities for retail investors to fish in troubled waters.

Yang Gui is one of the most powerful retail investors. He is so famous that he even established a garbage-picking organization called "Bronze Medal Customers", which is symbolized by a bronze medal hanging around his waist.

"It's too dangerous." Linn shook his head.

He has never intended to put himself in danger. Not only will he not go to Nailhead Dock now, he will not go there in the future either.

Seeing that Lin En was unwilling to make progress, Yang Gui also lost his mood to talk anymore. He had made a lot of money these days and spent all his money on buying weapons and armor. He just didn't care much about what he wore.

Kindly give him a few words of advice, but don't push him down.

Lin En held the badly worn gun barrel and took a blowtorch to bake it in a circle. The frosty white metal oxide film on it melted away as quickly as the white snow in the hot summer.

After pressing a few more buttons, he connected the power to the machining machine and started checking the spindle box and tool oil level. Unexpectedly, his vision suddenly blurred, and pale text that was different from a portable electronic terminal slowly emerged from the darkness.

[Mechanical maintenance:exp+1]

[A first glimpse into mechanical maintenance LV1 → A slight success in LV2]

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