The absurd game of a performance artist

Chapter 153 The Guidance of Fate

In the city that never sleeps, a secret room filled with dense screens of large and small grids.

A series of sophisticated instruments are continuously analyzing and calculating the pictures collected on the screen.

【drop--】

[Detection of the face image of the target [V]]

[Image source is garbage dump No. 13, information collector number Y-15286]

Soon, this information was transmitted to the customer's receiver instantly through the encrypted network.

In the VIP room of an underground boxing stadium in the city that never sleeps, a hunchbacked man with prosthetic eyes on his head and a mountainous body suddenly said in surprise.

"Huh? Commander Q! According to the information sent by [Black and White Communication], the underground boxer Mr. Ruo was looking for has been found!"

Soon, a mechanically synthesized voice sounded in the room.

[Where is the source of the news]

Spade, a hunchback and strong man who specializes in intelligence work, replied.

"Garbage area No. 13, the image is obtained from a trash guy with a [Black and White Communication] prosthetic eye. Speaking of which, that area happens to be the area controlled by our [Zoo], who is in charge of that area? ..."

Large companies in the information field like [Black and White Communication] often carry out charity activities to install prosthetic eyes for poor people for free.

This will not only enhance the company's reputation, but more importantly, it can obtain mobile intelligence collectors that do not need to abide by any privacy regulations.

Soon, the voice of a black-skinned woman with an exposed figure came from another corner of the room.

"Hmph, [Wild Gorilla] Il of [Monkey Group], that trash who failed in the assassination mission and whose ID was cancelled..."

Spade, who was full of prosthetic eyes, seemed to suddenly realize.

"Oh oh oh! Bitch, isn't that your old friend! Look at me, I have taken too much tincture, and my memory is not very good..."

Taking out a big gun from her crotch, the black-skinned woman said with a grim expression.

"Fuck you! I've dumped that moron full of boxing, don't talk to me!"

The hunchbacked man with the gun pointed at his head had no choice but to raise his hands to signal that he understood.

He can't guarantee whether a woman who takes too many drugs will shoot her gun without thinking.

While the two were arguing, the cold mechanical sound sounded again.

[Let's go, dare to tease Mr. Ruo's reptiles, I will be responsible for crushing them to death myself]

……

"finished!"

In the small room, Momo excitedly shouted.

After a whole night of hard work, Boxing Mech V1.0 is finally done.

Looking at the mech in front of him, although V knew nothing about it, he could still feel the painstaking efforts condensed on this pile of steel.

No matter what parts are used, it is no joke to assemble a complete mech.

It's not difficult for him to imagine how much effort the little guy in front of him has put in on this mech.

Momo stared at V with anxiety and excitement and finally asked.

"How about it! V, would you like me to install this mech for you?"

Transplanting a mecha is not a joke. Once something goes wrong in the process, or there is a problem with the mecha, it will have an indelible impact on the boxer.

But for this decision that could affect his life, V did not hesitate at all, but wrote lightly.

"of course."

Eyes intertwined, this trust and tacit understanding no longer needs to be described in words.

creaking-

jingle--

Because of the background of mecha boxing before, V's body has been modified by assembling the mecha. The assembling process of the mecha went very smoothly. Momo quickly assembled the parts on V's body one by one.

The cold steel attached to the body, feeling the weight of the body gradually, V seems to have found some familiar feeling from the past.

A mecha boxer without a mecha is soulless and incomplete.

As the mecha on his body gradually became complete, V felt that his soul seemed to be slowly filling up.

He had a strong premonition that maybe... in the next journey, he could get back what he had lost in the past.

When the last template was assembled, V's body was covered with steel again.

Next, only the last step of injecting the soul is left, and he can become a complete mech boxer again.

The last step is to insert the 【Machine Core Driver Chip】.

[Machine core drive chip], the hub connecting boxers and mechs.

It is like a medium, a bridge, which closely fits flesh and steel, boxer and mecha.

A mecha without [Machine Core Driver Chip] is just a pile of lifeless scrap iron.

Only under the action of the [Machine Core Driver Chip], the life and soul of the boxer can be extended from the biological body to the mecha, and integrated with it.

At that time, the armor and boxers will become more and more closely integrated in each battle, and the connection between the chip and the two will become irreplaceable.

After long-term running-in use, pulling out the chip rashly is like cutting off the brain tissue, which will have an immeasurable impact on the boxer's sanity.

At this last moment, Momo showed a solemn expression that had never been shown before.

At this moment, she is like a priest holding a grand ceremony, holding out a box with fine texture like leaf veins with both hands with a sense of ritual.

The box was slowly opened, and a bright red chip was quietly lying in it, emitting a red light that made the heart beat faster.

"V, this is the chip my grandfather left me. As long as you access this chip, you will become the strongest mech boxer in the world. Are you ready?"

V's answer is as usual.

"of course."

click-

The chip is inserted into the machine core interface, and the interface is locked firmly.

Like broken pieces of a jigsaw puzzle fitting together perfectly, V feels that he is now complete.

then……

1 minute has passed...

2 minute has passed...

10 minute has passed...

However, V's body did not respond to any mecha activation for a long time.

Despite this, V firmly believes in the mecha on his body and the inserted chip.

In his mind, Momo is the best mechanic.

He is wearing the strongest mecha.

The reason why there is still no movement must be because the waiting time is not enough.

bang——

However, after V waited for a long time, what he waited for was not the buzzing of the mech starting, but the sound of the door opening.

The iron door made of steel plates was slammed open, and what appeared in front of V was a group of heavily armed thugs, among whom Il stood out.

Each of these thugs has indifferent eyes, and their tall bodies have either undergone a high degree of prosthetic transformation, or are covered with a powerful outer mech.

At this time, Yier has completely lost the domineering appearance he had when he was in the garbage mountain.

If he was a wild orangutan then, he is now a tamed monkey.

"Commander Q, the person you are looking for is here, I wonder if he is the [V] you are looking for..."

(End of this chapter)