Will Cyber ​​Omega fall in love with electronic pets?

There is something wrong with this world.

Me too, what's wrong.

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Little Jack's uncle, Harold, is a man of great things.

The middle-aged beta fat man in his 50s found that the white-haired young man who looked like a devil was standing in a rainy night with a confused look on his face. When he didn't leave the memory card bar too far, he hesitated for a moment and sent a message to the scavenger he knew .

180 seconds later, faster than a police car, four people in black raincoats came to the memory card bar, did not communicate with anyone, and took away a few gangsters on the first floor of the bar, as well as the body of "Iron Arm" Berkeley in the basement .

The bulging body bag was loaded into the truck of the scavenger at the front, and the speeding car with flashing red and blue police lights landed on the open space in front of the memory card bar.

Harrow immediately went up to meet him, exchanged pleasantries as if he was an acquaintance with the policeman getting off the car, then took out a bottle of spray can with unknown ingredients, and slipped it into the policeman's hand.

Little Jack couldn't help breaking into a cold sweat because of this blatant bribery.

The young man often heard his uncle brag that he had great powers when he was young, and he had friends in every way, but now his uncle even needed his mother's help, and little Jack only regarded his words as bragging.

If the police threw the spray can backhanded and shot the uncle, how would he go up and save the uncle?

The innocent young man still had a positive impression of the police in his heart, thinking worriedly.

"what."

He heard a soft exclamation. The white-haired young man had packed up his mood. He returned from the rain at some point, and stood beside him with dense moisture, watching Uncle Little Jack's actions.

Seeing both of them, the smile on the policeman's face got bigger.

"Officer, you are a kind man of gold," Harrow said, with the same smile on his face, waving goodbye to the jet-flying police car.

Then when he turned around, he saw his nephew standing with the white-haired devil, and they both had the exact same expression of "猫猫喜欢.jpg".

Forget about his nephew, the white-haired devil showed such a cute expression, it just makes people shudder.

Haro was beating his heart, but the flattering smile on his face remained unchanged.

"Sir," he said deliberately, "you seem to need some help."

The white-haired devil raised his hand and made a pressing gesture.

"What's that?" he asked softly, pointing to the aerosol can that Harrow used to pay his bribes.

"Endocatins," Harrow replied.

The middle-aged Fatty Beta found this thing from the counter of the memory card bar. It is an expensive and powerful analgesic. Apart from being addictive, it has not many side effects.

Little Jack showed a confused expression. The word "endocatin" is a little complicated for minors.What surprised Harrow was that the white-haired devil, who was obviously not familiar with this era, understood it, and seemed to understand the efficacy of endocatins very well.

Solving his own doubts seemed to make him feel better. The white-haired devil walked towards the door of the bar and pulled the shutter halfway down.

This allows them to detect the movement outside the door, and prevents snipers from snooping.

A seasoned fighter, Harrow thought.

Perhaps, relying on him is not a very good choice...

Harrow had all kinds of calculations in his mind, and when he turned around and saw his nephew's silly smiling face, he could only sigh.

The white-haired devil sat down in the booth of the bar.

It is a position where the doorway and stairs can be seen, but it is difficult to be directly perceived by the doorway or stairs.

"Push the freezer up." He gave the order to Little Jack as a matter of course, and then turned his head to look at Haro.

"Sir," the white-haired devil repeated Harrow's words, with a casual and nonchalant attitude, "you look like you need some help."

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Shit, of course Harrow and Jr. need help.

The freezer containing the white-haired devil was obtained by Little Jack's mother from a dead customer, and it was their uncle and nephew who sent it to the memory card bar. The death of "Iron Arm" Berkeley can be said to be inseparable from their family.

Yes, yes, Harrow and Little Jack didn't know that there was such a white-haired devil in the freezer that hadn't been opened for 50 years. They just came to sell nuclear batteries. The one who is not guilty.

But the skull gang dominates the eighth district of Spiral City, can they reason with them?

[Uncle Hello: I have already greeted the owner of the favorite nightclub, telling your mother not to work, and avoiding people as soon as possible. 】

[Uncle Haro: The Skull Gang did not directly attack. It seems that as long as this white-haired devil stays here, the memory card bar will be safe for the time being. 】

【Jack: Safe?I heard that the Skull Gang has dozens of younger brothers, and there is also a very powerful hacker. Skull Shotaro has a high-level prosthetic body. How can he stand alone in this bar? 】

[Uncle Haro: That's what you say, but Skull Shotaro doesn't know who the white-haired devil is. He doesn't have information, so he won't do it easily. 】

[Uncle Harrow: They may stand for hours, or a day, and we must find a way to survive during this day. 】

"What are you sneaking about?"

asked the white-haired devil.

The fluorescent blue message flickering in Little Jack's vision stopped.

The Iceworm IV intelligent freezer was pushed to the front of the deck, side by side with Harrow.

The fat middle-aged Beta rubbed his hands in embarrassment, seeing the white-haired devil jam the lead box he took out earlier into a groove in the freezer.

The indicator light of the freezer that had been turned off turned on. It turned out that the lead box was the nuclear battery that the uncle and nephew wanted to sell at first.

The white-haired devil, as a person who has been lying in it for 50 years, does not need the black system to have the authority of this freezer, and successfully calls up the menu that Harrow and Berkeley Iron Arm couldn't find before.

All the data is blank, as if someone deliberately deleted it, leaving only one name.

It was a foreign language that Little Jack didn't know, and he heard the white-haired young man read it out.

"Ju...Qing?"

"J...King?"

Knowing his name at last, the young man repeated it like a parrot.

The white-haired youth looked a little speechless.

"green."

"King." Little Jack repeated affirmatively.

It seemed that the white-haired young man named King didn't speak any more.

He pulled out a data cable from the freezer, brushed aside his hair, and inserted it into the brain-computer interface on the back of his neck.

"Ah," Harrow glanced at the brain-computer interface, and said in a relieved embarrassment, "What an old model."

Brain-computer interfaces are generally implanted in the back of the neck, side of the skull, etc. Some people add a spare brain-computer interface on the wrist, where the data cable can be pulled out more conveniently to connect with humans and machines.

The brain-computer interface of the white-haired devil is very classic, implanted on the back of the neck.And its ancient model still retains a finger-thick data socket.

Such a data socket is not even covered with a dust cover, which makes the brain-computer interface easy to get dusty and difficult to clean.

The brain-computer interface used by Little Jack today is also implanted in the back of the neck. Although it is a cheap model, the data socket is about the same thickness as the pinhole, and the surface is covered with a layer of deformable soft plastic skin, which is waterproof and dustproof. Once connected, just press lightly, and the data socket will no longer be visible.

"The medical examination procedure is being carried out for you..."

The freezer, which was as old as the brain-computer interface of the white-haired youth, hummed, making a distinct noise.

The noise grew so loud that anyone who heard it could imagine the freezer radiator working hard.Just when Little Jack wondered if the old antique would be stuck, a picture of a human body appeared beside the menu.

Little Jack subconsciously looked away, but Harrow relied on King not to drive them away, so he glanced at the picture of the human body cheekily.

"...This is really amazing."

The middle-aged fatty Beta subconsciously sighed.

"Are both legs and right hand replaced with prosthetic bodies?" He commented, "Although Mr. King, your one-piece suit blocks the details of the prosthetic body, but only from the appearance, you really can't see the degree of your prosthetic body. So high."

I don't know what kind of advanced prosthetic body it is, it can withstand the cold and low temperature, even if it has not been activated for decades, there are not many failures in use, and the movement is very smooth.

With such a prosthetic body, it's no wonder that just after waking up from the freeze, he can hold a gun and fight a big battle without stopping.

Haro had nothing to say.

This kind of prosthetic body with a completely simulated appearance and no difference from the human body requires extremely expensive customization even in 2077.It is simply impossible to estimate what the price was 50 years ago.

"In addition to the two legs and right hand, there is also the skull." Haro couldn't help but look at the scan carefully. "There is a history of intracranial hematoma, so the skull was cut off. Is it the prosthetic skull that was replaced later in the data?"

"you are a doctor?"

The white-haired young man turned to look at him.

"Hey," Harrow replied, "when I was young, I worked as a technical doctor for several years."

The white-haired young man expressed doubts about the word "technical doctor", and Little Jack rushed to answer: "It's a doctor who gave people a cyborg prosthetic body, but he had a medical accident later, so he had to..."

【Uncle Hello: Brat, don't talk too much! 】

Little Jack shut up.

"Hmm." The white-haired young man who got the explanation didn't pay attention to the small eyes of his uncle and nephew.

Assuming that the real name in the freezer database is the white-haired young man called Ju Qing, then Ju Qing's physical examination data can be said to be very embarrassing.

When his uncle and nephew were arguing, he pressed his right arm.

Blurred light and shadows emerge from nothingness.

There was a humming that couldn't be heard clearly, and the severe pain almost made people faint.

Someone was yelling something, he couldn't see the other person's face clearly, he could barely make out the shape of the mouth.

"...medical soldier, medical soldier!"

"Second Lieutenant Qing's right hand was blown off!"

The brief flashback ends, and he talks to himself.

"It exploded."

Ju Qing pressed the heel of her leg again.

"Two together, were bitten off?"

Relying on the pain at that time, he dug out a little memory.

Why is it bitten off?Modern society has such a beast?He went to the African savannah to poach lions?

Finally, Ju Qing pressed the edge of the upper forehead and temporal, and pondered for a long time.

The symptom of intracranial hematoma is more like being hit on the head by a car, but no matter how he thinks about it, he can't remember how he got this injury at that time.

Take your time and don't rush.

Ju Qing said to herself, unplug the data cable.

He sat down in the booth again, and placed the heavy automatic pistol seized from "Iron Arm" Berkeley, as well as the pistols and pistol bullets from other punks, on the round table in the booth.

Ju Qing felt familiar with these weapons, but at the same time, he didn't have much affection for them.

He could use it deftly, but his precious hands weren't made for that, instinct said.

"Tell me about how this freezer warehouse came into your hands, and the information about the Skull Gang." Ju Qing decided to think about the present first, "By the way, the women who were caught in the basement before escaped by themselves, don't worry about it." Will there be any problem?"

Before the police arrived, the women disappeared in a flash without thanking Ju Qing.

"Without a gang as masters, they can't stay in the city. They have to get out of the city as soon as possible." Harrow replied, "They are wilderness people, and they haven't undergone ABO transformation. If they are caught by the transformation committee, it will be miserable."

Ju Qing tilted her head.

ABO, makeover?

Even though he couldn't even remember who he was, he still felt that he had been sprayed in the face by car exhaust.

Ju Qing had to confirm with his uncle and nephew.

"The ABO you're talking about is the one I know?"

"I don't know which ABO you're thinking of, Mr. King," Harrow explained. "The ABO I mentioned just now refers to Alpha, Beta, Omega, three directions of prosthetic body transformation. According to the wartime management law, everyone in the When you become an adult, you must undergo a transformation operation in one direction, but..."

The descendants of the consortium elite have been trained since birth to adapt to the Alpha prosthetic body, and only they have the money to undergo Alpha transformation surgery.

People like Harrow or Little Jack can only afford the cost of the Beta transformation at most, and for that, they may need to sell a few organs to make up for it.

Many young people are willing to accept Omega transformation to gain the opportunity of class transition, but it is more likely to use corpses to repay the transformation loan.

Fortunately, Little Jack does not reject the mediocre Beta transformation direction. Even so, in order to collect the operation fee, their family has fallen into the current situation where they cannot advance or retreat.

"A law enacted in 2035," Harrow said hesitantly, "eight years after your freeze, sir."

Wartime Administration Act...

Is the war not over yet?

No, what war?He was in the war?He seems to have a military rank. The reason why he lost his memory is because he was injured in the war?

And most importantly, if he is involved in a war... then, who is the enemy?

Big African lions that need to be bombed?

"I really don't have any memory of this," Ju Qing said calmly, "Looking at it this way, the reform committee will also come and arrest me?"

After all, as an antique from many years ago, it is impossible for him to have done this kind of modification.

Little Jack: "Ah!"

Harrow: "Oops!"

"Search by the reform committee!" A speeding car with flashing police lights crashed into the bar roughly at this moment, "We have received a report! There are adults here who have not accepted ABO reform!"

The author has something to say:

Second Lieutenant Qing, can't remember who he is, but after hearing abo, countless stories about "Little Yellow Mosquito" appeared in his mind.

outrageous.

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Because this chapter was accidentally posted when I saved the manuscript a year ago, since it was updated, I will unlock it directly.

This chapter is an update on the 24th, and the next update will be at 25:[-] pm on the [-]th.