binary dead train

Chapter 22 Branch Evolution
Looking at the five evolutionary branches, Turing fell silent.

If a little technical value can light up one icon, now he can light up two icons.

Heater, high-pressure water gun, and concentrated suction, these three seem to be of little use.

As for the other two, one is the evolutionary mechanical proliferation, the special ability of the phantom limb itself.

One is to make phantom limbs capable of energy extraction.

Judging from the current situation, there is no doubt that the latter two Turings are more needed.

Mechanical proliferation is the first choice anyway, and from Geller Sting's conjecture in his notes, the potential for this ability is huge.

As for energy extraction, Turing is just worried about the problem of excessive energy consumption of phantom limbs, which is tantamount to giving pillows when he falls asleep.

Turing did not hesitate to add the technical value to the mechanical proliferation.

Bright colors poured into the grid of mechanical proliferation along the black line, and then...

Backed out again.

Turing was confused: "What do you mean?"

He tried again, but was squeezed out.

So he tried to add technical value to [enhanced energy extraction].

The grid was instantly lit up, and Turing still had 1 technical point left.

"Is it because... the technical value is not enough?" Turing tried again, but the mechanical proliferation still refused to give up.

Judging from this situation, it can only be that the technical value is not enough.

It's a pity, but then you can only choose one from the heater, high-pressure water gun, and concentrated suction.

However, Turing felt that these abilities were inexplicably familiar.

"Wait... aren't these just a few strange abilities evolved by phantom limbs?"

Heater officer: electric iron.

High pressure water gun: toy water gun.

Concentrated Suction: Vacuum Cleaner.

The water spray and suction felt a little weird, and Turing finally chose to light up the heater organ.

Turning off the technology tree in the retina, Turing suddenly felt an itchy back.

Without thinking about anything else, he immediately took off his coat and second layer of clothing.

The next moment, the last layer of woolen sweater was instantly torn apart by phantom limbs, violent tentacles danced wildly, and layers of mutated unit structures were set off on the surface, as if the inside and outside were undergoing high-speed transformation and upgrading at the same time.

Small tentacles as thick as thumbs drilled out from the back of Turing's head, looking for any visible power points in the dilapidated subway station, and frantically poured in.

The roots of the eight phantom limbs changed. Turing felt that the exoskeleton had spread across his entire back. Incomparably crimson, exuding a high temperature of thousands of degrees.

In the gaps of the phantom limbs, a strong heat wave erupted, and the roiling high temperature made Turing's skin feel a little hot.

Those small tentacles scattered in all directions were crazily absorbing the electricity of the entire subway station, and the already dim lights around kept flickering, until they gradually stopped after a few minutes.

Feeling that the transformation was gradually over, Turing had the opportunity to look at the evolved phantom limb.

The tentacles, which are originally the structure of the spine, have become thicker at this moment. You can see the temperature conduction line coming out from the bottom of the shell. When the high temperature is excited, it lights up like a red light, and the inside is still emitting high temperature. gas.

The exoskeleton that wraps around Turing's neck extends halfway down the spine.From the exoskeleton of the back of the brain, there is an additional container space controlled by nerves, inside which are dozens of small tentacles for absorbing energy.

Turing grinned as he looked at the tentacles with flashing red veins, extremely hot claws, and several circles larger than his own arm.

"It seems a bit too big... I don't know if it can be reduced..."

The nerve conveyed the idea of ​​shrinking the phantom limb, and the eight tentacles rolled over the metal unit, shrinking to a size that could be hidden, and the cloak was usually put on Turing's back.

"That's much better."

Turing put on his clothes again, covered his phantom limbs, and prepared to leave the subway station.

"Huh? Why is it hot down here?"

A voice suddenly came from the entrance.

Four idle young people came down, and immediately saw Turing who had just put on his clothes.

"Damn it, it's him!"

The leader's black jacket pointed at a distance, and the three younger brothers saw Turing standing beside the track who seemed to be in a daze, and rushed up immediately.

Seeing the three men rushing towards him aggressively, Turing was still a little dazed, but his nerve reflex speed far surpassed that of ordinary people allowed him to dodge the opponent's first attack in an instant, and knocked one of them to the ground with his backhand.

The other two were stunned for a moment, pulled out two black steel knives from their trouser legs, and greeted Turing.

Turing was a little speechless. He seemed to have underestimated the gangster's ability to hold vengeance. In this case, it would be good to test the new function of the phantom limb by the way, and immediately raised an arm.

The two gangsters are also experienced in besieging them. Usually, when they rush up with a knife in their hands, the victim will run backwards. They are also prepared to run a few more steps to outflank them. Unexpectedly, the other party dodges and throws a backhand. I was beaten down by myself alone, thinking that I was a master, and I was a little panicked, but this made me suddenly raise a hand to let them chop, and I became even more panicked.

Holding a knife is just to scare people, doesn't this guy know how to hide?
Seeing Turing raised his hand, the black jacket behind him panicked.

He was no match for a terrorist who ran a big truck on the street. He didn't dare to cut off his staff, and he opened his mouth to let the two younger brothers stop.

But it was too late now, the knives of the two had already touched Turing's arm one after the other,
I only heard the "嗙" vibration coming from my ears, a powerful shock came from the tiger's mouth, and the whole blade made a buzzing and ear-piercing sound, and the heads of the two of them almost didn't faint.

"Iron cloth shirt??!"

"Golden Bell Shade??!"

Hearing the reaction of these two guys, Turing rolled his eyes on the spot, punched and crutched, and the phantom limb hidden under the clothes knocked them to the ground on the spot.

"Shogunate martial arts?!"

Seeing the two younger brothers being beaten and laying on the ground, the black jacket was stunned for a moment. He didn't know whether to be lucky or to rush up with the knife. He was a little at a loss, but seeing Turing walking up quickly, he was afraid. After being beaten, he still pulled out the knife on his trouser leg and cut it subconsciously——

Of course, this is just a verb, not referring to his sword skills.

Turing pinched the opponent's blade, and a strong scorching heat spread from the blade, and soon dyed the entire blade red.

When he let go, the indestructible steel knife fused instantly and fell to the ground with two bangs.

The four street boys suddenly opened their mouths and looked at Turing in horror.

"Brother... We have met a folk expert..."

Turing was speechless, the four guys felt like they had been poisoned by martial arts novels for a long time.

Of course, he didn't catch it with his hands, but before the opponent cut him, the phantom limb under his sleeve was already pinched on the opponent's blade. Melted his little broken knife.

"What age is this, and you are still pretending to be a young and Dangerous boy and running around the street with a machete? I thought that the young and Dangerous boy would not use their mobile phone to scan codes to cheat food and drink."

Turing also recognized the black jacket at this time, and took out a pistol from his pocket with a speechless face, and pointed it at the black jacket with a click, and the latter's face turned pale instantly.

"Why don't you even come out with a gun? The times have changed a long time ago."

After a few minutes.

Seeing the four youths apologizing and walking away from him with swollen noses and faces, Turing touched the phantom limb in his sleeve.

Four idiots.

Turing felt that this kind of person still existed in Yezhou, where tens of thousands of mercenaries were secretly operating.

By the looks of it, there are more homeless people than gangsters.

……

Shortly after they left, two men in black walked into the subway station.

The two of them exuded a mixed smell of hot pot and beer, obviously just finished eating.

"Is the energy fluctuation coming from here?" One person took out a small instrument with a red LED light flashing on it.

"Well, it's right below. Really, it's hard to take a single vacation... Hey, why is it so hot?"

The other person wiped his mouth and shook his clothes, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"It should be here, let's check it..."

A small screen popped up on the instrument, and the values ​​jumped wildly.

"12.3...23.6...wait a minute, break through 30!"

"Is it one of us?"

"No, it's not." The man stared at the screen with a gloomy expression, "The value is still rising... Neither we nor the Bureau of Crime Strategy have taken any action in this area... It has broken through 40!"

The value keeps jumping, and finally stays in the range of 56.4-73.8.

"The fluctuation range is very large..."

"When did such a powerful constructor come to the city again?"

"Today's discovery is very important, and the higher-ups must be notified..."

"Xiao Wang asked if we would go back and eat?"

"Fuck you, go back to Nine Divisions."

(End of this chapter)