Abyssal Wanderer

Even though he understood what the other party meant, Luo An still seemed very hesitant.

After pondering for a moment, he asked cautiously:

"Then after you fake it, you can't possibly plan to fake your death and hide it for the rest of your life. If you reveal the fact that you're not dead later, won't we still get into trouble?"

This proposal from the other party sounds like it is to make his own subsequent investigation more convenient. Maybe as long as you cancel the order and then compensate for the delay fee of the order, the whole thing has nothing to do with you.

Maybe the little slug and this middle-aged man both think too much and take themselves too seriously.

Luo An thought so.

But Jim just shrugged and gave no further warning.

"If this is the case, I will try my best to ensure your safety. But the final choice is yours. I am only giving my own suggestions."

In fact, for Jim, whether he conceals the fact of his death and investigates secretly, or lets the murderer know that he is not dead as soon as possible and comes back again, it is just a choice of different investigation strategies - after being fully prepared, he As a Depth 2 path adjuster, I won't die so hastily anymore.

The reason why he kept the two people in front of him was because he didn't want to see innocent people die because of him.

Of course, if the other party is unwilling to cooperate, he will never force it.

"So, do you know who the guy who shot you is?"

At this time, the little girl on the side asked the key question again.

"I know who the shooter was, but it doesn't make much sense. As for the forces behind her, I just have some speculations for the time being..."

Jim replied vaguely.

Although there was no direct evidence, he speculated that Wheely's previous shooting was most likely related to the Icarus Liberation Front's recent intensifying terrorist attacks and sabotage movements at the ground level.

After all, to be able to alert the riot control task force to dispatch a hunter, the mission previously assigned to Wheely by Ikaros would most likely not be simple. From this point of view, it is normal for someone to manipulate her into killing herself, an insider.

Thinking of this, Jiang Zhou couldn't help but frown.

But if this is really the case, what is Booker Irvine doing?

Does he really control the entire Icarus Liberation Front and the underground situation in the settlement area now?

"If you can't even get out of this room, how can you have any so-called choice?"

At this time, Luo An's complaint pulled Jim out of his thoughts.

In response, Jim just closed his eyes and raised his head slightly, then immediately opened his eyes and said:

"Okay, now you can go out normally...if you are really sure you want to do this."

He made one last attempt to stay.

In response, Luo An grabbed the girl next to him without saying a word. He didn't even pick up the work equipment that had been dropped on the ground. He walked to the door of the room where the door was torn down.

This time they didn't get lost.

But when he reached the door, he suddenly stopped - it was the little slug that struggled to hold him back.

"Brother Luo An, I think we can trust him; if he really had any malicious intentions, we would have died long ago."

The girl held Luo An and persuaded him anxiously.

Upon seeing this, Luo An stared at the girl's expression for a long time, and then turned back to look at Jim whose face was extremely ferocious due to the gunshot wound.

"If we... cooperate with you, can you absolutely ensure our safety?"

After hesitating for a long time, he asked.

"No one dares to give an absolute guarantee on this kind of thing."

Jim answered truthfully.

After all, he had been shot in the head before, but he was never willing to make promises he couldn't fulfill.

But at the same time, something that could be called pride or dignity deep in his heart still drove him to continue:

"But if you are willing to help me, then you will be able to get the protection services of the best private detectives in the entire Nord settlement area."

He said that he helped the other party pick up the vital signs detector that had fallen on the ground before, walked over slowly and handed it to the young man.

"I will put my professional reputation on the line to protect your safety."

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About half an hour later, the three of them went to the "Porcupine Clinic" located in an inconspicuous corner of the fourth floor of the resettlement area.

This is a private prosthetic clinic purchased from the underground black market in the resettlement area. Jim Leiter used to be a frequent visitor here - Jim is an out-and-out corporate conspiracy theorist when it comes to prosthetic installation. He believes that any prosthetic body manufactured from the company's production line will be installed with a backdoor. The only products that can be truly trusted are prototypes produced from multi-purpose printers, and no matter how bad they are, they have to be hacked and disposed of as second-hand products.

After synchronizing the memory of "the first deep diver" Jiang Zhou, Jim first sighed with relief that his past caution was not unnecessary. Those companies would really install various backdoors in prosthetics; but at the same time, He also despairedly discovered that even the prosthetics produced by the multi-purpose printer were not pure. They were just installed with backdoors and transformed from corporate to darknet AI.

In this world, there is no absolutely safe system.

Even behind the upgrade path, there are shadows of some indescribable existence hidden.

The owner of the Porcupine Clinic is nicknamed Old Hans. As the leading underground prosthetic doctor on the fourth floor of the resettlement area, he has only undergone brain-computer interface modification. In terms of body modification level in this era, he is close to native people. He usually only uses Surgery is performed with the assistance of external devices and AI.

Because of the small degree of modification, the work and rest time of the old Hans are similar to those of the old guys from the AD era. Because of this, he was initially impatient about being woken up from a warm bed in the middle of the night.

But his cursing attitude stopped the moment he saw the wound on Jim's head.

"My lord Loa... how the hell did you survive?"

After helping Jim onto the operating table and turning on the shadowless light, Old Hans sighed as if he had seen Jesus crawling out of the grave.

"Maybe a miracle has happened."

Jim answered and then asked:

"Can you cure it?"

"Cure it? You think highly of me. I have to leave the job of repairing your wounds to the multi-purpose printer."

Old Hans shook his head like a rattle, and then continued:

"Right now, the shrapnel from that bullet is still embedded in your brain, but I don't even dare to touch it - I can't tell if the metal of those shrapnel maintains the signal transmission of part of the brain-computer interface. It depends entirely on bugs. At the drive...seriously, you shouldn't be alive right now."

Relying on the metal of the bullet to maintain signal transmission is not so outrageous... Probably Jiang Zhou's brain acts as hardware redundancy to make up for some physiological functions for himself.

Jim thought.

Of course, there was no way to say this, so he continued:

"Then you can just replace me with a prosthetic eye and then sew up the superficial wound, right?"

Old Hans hesitated for a moment and nodded:

"Yes, yes, but you have to settle the money first."

"Why? Doesn't this follow the usual rules?"

Jim asked confused.

"Because I'm not sure whether you will die here in the next second."

Old Hans replied. (End of chapter)