courier in movie world

Chapter 608 Mawson's Discovery

With Mo Sen's character, of course, he doesn't want to help others for no reason.

But in the process of treating Roman, he discovered something special.

These low-level workers use the most basic engineering prosthetics, which are durable and easy to assemble and maintain.

There is not much advanced technical content in these mechanical prostheses, and due to many irregular repairs, their mechanical prostheses come in all kinds.

But that doesn't mean these mechanical prosthetics are completely useless.It embodies the wisdom and compromise of the lower-level people. Through these things, Mo Sen can most intuitively understand the technological level of Scrap Iron Town.

Taking this opportunity, he could also test a certain conjecture in his mind.

Without talking all the way, the group soon came to the factory where the Beards and the others were located.

When he came to the main entrance of the factory, a row of cars drove out of it. The bald head touched his forehead and spit on the ground.

"Pooh!"

"Just know that we are exploited. If the work intensity is less, Roman will not have any accidents."

"Shut up, you don't want to live anymore?"

The bearded man showed a man-eating expression, "This factory is just one of the many assets under his name. If it weren't for the fact that the products produced by the factory can be sent directly to Salem through the channel, how could he come here with his identity? ?”

Everyone stood by the side of the street, watching the convoy drive away.

"Who is he?" Mason asked.

"Victor, the owner of the factory, is also the biggest sponsor of the deathball competition in Scrap Iron Town."

"Many people have rumored that he knows big names in Salem, and he even clearly marked the price, if someone can bring him 100 million, and at the same time his body has not undergone other modifications."

"He can take that person to Salem and step into heaven from now on."

The bearded man replied.

"Salem doesn't accept people who have undergone mechanical transformation?" Mo Sen noticed something special.

Bearded nodded.

"According to rumors, the residents living on Salem are all natural people who have not received any transformation, but they will have a control chip implanted above the eyebrows from birth."

"That thing looks like a crystal, with different colors and permissions depending on the citizen level."

The bearded man explained.

Hearing this, Mo Sen couldn't help but looked at the bearded man in surprise.

Although this kind of information is not classified as confidential, but with a low-level status like a bearded man, there should be no chance to get in touch with it.

"Haha, don't be surprised." The bald head laughed loudly.

"When he was young, Colt was a well-known handsome guy in the neighborhood. It is said that he once fell in love with a girl who came down from Salem...but he was dumped later, hahaha!"

"Snapped!"

"Ouch!"

"Shut up!" The bearded man glared angrily, with a strange look in his eyes.

Mo Sen didn't ask any more questions, but he felt that things would not be as simple as the bald man said.

Instead of going through the main entrance, everyone went around in a big circle and entered the factory along the back door of the factory.

This factory covers a large area and is mainly responsible for some food processing. Because of the work, the workers here eat well, at least much better than most people in the town.

It can be seen that the bearded man is very prestigious here, so he found a separate room for Mo Sen.

Next, Mo Sen opened his bag and took out the tools. The workers outside lined up and accepted Mo Sen's maintenance one by one.

Time passed and a whole day passed quickly.

"ended."

After attaching a robotic arm to the last worker, Mawson stood up and began to clean up.

"Thank you for your hard work, Dr. Mawson."

"It's a little bit of our mind."

The bearded man took a stack of thick banknotes. Although the pile of money looked thick, it was not worth much. He collected it from the workers who accepted maintenance.

Mo Sen didn't even look at it, and put the money in his pocket casually.

"That's it for today. If maintenance is needed next time, you can notify me."

Mo Sen opened the door and walked out. It was already dark outside.

"I'll ask Matt to send you back. The night in Scrap Iron Town is not very safe, and you have money on you, and people are always attacked by those lunatics recently." The bearded man was a little worried.

"No need, I have already notified my friend to pick me up." Mo Sen waved his hand and strode out, and soon his voice came from a distance.

"Don't worry, no one will make fun of their own safety."

The bearded man thought for a while, and felt that what Mo Sen said made sense, and no matter how he looked at it, Mo Sen did not seem like a reckless person.

"Be careful on the road!"

he yelled.

Mo Sen didn't respond, just shook his hand and disappeared into the darkness.

With his hands in his pockets, he walked towards the clinic the same way he came, sorting out what he had seen that day while walking.

"It's a little weird."

Mawson muttered in a low voice.

Throughout the afternoon, he maintained at least hundreds of workers, each of whom underwent one or two prosthetic modifications.

Some are in the limbs, and some are in the facial features. In short, they try their best to enhance their working ability.

In the real world, people who receive prosthetics need to connect their nerves through special means. The more complex and powerful the mechanical prosthetics used, the greater the mental pressure.

But here, these mental pressures are diverted, transferred to a special device.

Mawson shook a disc the size of a thumb in his hand.

It is this thing that completes the control of the machine for the recipient of the transformation.

This is a control module.

Although the transformation techniques on the workers in the factory are various, none of them can get around this device. Without this thing, no mechanical prosthetic body can be driven.

But after asking Mo Sen, he learned that this thing was not produced by any factory in Scrap Iron Town, but came from the sky.

Salem city.

Only there can such a control module be manufactured.

This is somewhat intriguing.

No channel, no history, but it's been a long time since I've heard of a shortage of this control module.

"Is it some kind of special form of control?" Mo Sen frowned, and put the control module in his hand into his pocket.

Although he was thinking about things, his speed was not slow. He quickly left the factory area, then passed through a large residential area, and came to a remote place near the clinic.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a rushing rattling sound from the alley behind him. He turned around and saw a young woman in a tight windbreaker and heavy makeup stumbling in the dark alley. Come running.

Farther away, there seemed to be a black shadow looming.

The woman's eyes lit up when she saw Mo Sen.

"Sir, save me, save me quickly!"

"I'm being followed!"

The woman's pretty face was full of panic, as if hearing her shout, the footsteps in the darkness became more hurried.

Mo Sen glanced sideways at the woman and continued walking forward without saying a word, as if he had no intention of helping.

"Sir, please help me!"

Quickly ran to a place not far from Mo Sen. It seemed that because of panic, the woman's feet were unsteady, and her high-heeled shoes got stuck in the gap between the stone slabs. She tilted her body and fell to the ground.

A look of pain flashed across her face.

There was a looming snow white in the collar.

At this moment, the black shadow behind finally appeared.

(End of this chapter)