Chapter 187 Holographic Electronic Rose 8 It's mine, mine alone...

Most of the cyborgs are company dogs. After all, from the cost of chips to maintenance, ordinary people simply cannot afford it without huge amounts of money.

Entering such an era, countless people assert that knowledge, force and power have been monopolized.

The familiar feeling of powerlessness from having his hands and feet cut off filled Yan Ze. From the noises he heard, he could guess that they were already fighting.

In this age where people would rather cut off their limbs and dig out their eyes than replace them with prosthetics, 07 is an extreme freak, but Yan Ze inexplicably doesn't want him to die.

At least it shouldn't be that metal idiot outside who does it.

There was no particular reason, probably because all the junk in the house had been repaired and left there, and what would happen to it after he died?

Yanze half closed his eyes and tried to gradually decode the control code that 07 left in its program.

The exploded glass was blown away by the air wave, and the fragments flew everywhere, cutting 07's body into pieces. Blood and dust smeared his cheeks. His left leg staggered unnaturally before he could stand firm.

"You hide fast, like a mouse."

The moment the voice came, 07 quickly retreated to the alley in the opposite direction. Most of the buildings here are half-finished and unfinished. Even homeless people would not come here to find a place to live.

The narrow terrain makes it difficult for the highly prosthetic big guy to perform well, but reinforced concrete is not a reliable shelter either. The prosthetic limbs it carries can punch through the wall with one punch.

“It’s boring…”

The artificial eye equipped with infrared scanning kept turning, and an infrared figure kept moving between the corridors. He was already a little bored. What was the challenge of having the artillery blow him into mud? He put away the artillery and punched through the wall on the right.

"The mice that escaped were always crushed to death."

The wall beside 07 was suddenly broken through, and a mechanical arm came out. 07 did not look nervous at all. He stood up and dodged to the side, avoiding the attack of the mechanical arm. With a relaxed posture, he raised his hand and touched the mechanical arm in a mocking manner.

This behavior immediately angered him, and he suddenly blew up the entire wall. After the dust settled, 07 stood there with his hands in his pockets.

The unfinished building with half of its wall destroyed was like a box with one side torn off. He glanced inside and saw no exits and the door was still sealed.

No wonder I can't escape. I have reached a dead end.

"Why bother? Originally I just wanted to beat you half to death and take you back for questioning, but now you have to cut off your arms and legs."

As he said this, he proudly kicked away the concrete blocks blocking his way and strode in.

The room with no light sources on all sides is so dark that you can't see anything with the naked eye, but for the user of the prosthetic eye, the moment you enter the new environment, everything it scans will be reported one by one.

Their advantages are too obvious to be ignored by the human eye.

07 took two steps back, raised his head and leaned against the wall, facing the wall with a hole in it. The neon lights outside were accompanied by the gray sky and no light could be seen.

He remained silent in response to its provocation, but at this moment he leisurely took out an old-fashioned, wrinkled rolled-paper cigarette from his pocket.

The fire lit up, and the cigarette butt in the mouth lit up a little in the darkness. The blood-stained jaw was clear, the drooping eyelids were slightly raised, and the dark blue eyes were ignited by the fire with a little bright color.

"three"

"Playing tricks." He shook the dust off his arm. The beautiful coating on the mechanical arm was scratched by the gravel. He felt even worse and decided to let the mouse watch its arm being torn off consciously.

"two"

He continued to walk in, scanning with his prosthetic eyes, but found no signs of an ambush. How could an ordinary mercenary like him, without any prosthetic limbs or brain-computer equipment, be so arrogant? The last trace of subtle vigilance in his heart was dispelled.

He raised his hand and prepared to pinch this ignorant man.

"一" 07's voice was a little hoarse due to the smoke.

Just as he finished speaking, there was a clanging sound of metal falling to the ground, like some metal garbage being dumped in a landfill.

Red lights lit up on the walls of the dark room, and there was no sound at all.

The cyborg who had originally extended his mechanical arm fell to the ground, his voice fragmented and sometimes loud and sometimes soft. One could only vaguely hear him wailing "noisy" and "I can't hear you anymore".

07 then took the initiative to walk in, squatted down and pinched his mechanical arm, with a cigarette in his mouth, and commented vaguely: "It is indeed a good product."

"The arm and leg parts are nice."

At this moment, the sound that had been interrupted to the point of breaking the ear canal stopped, and the voice that was loud enough for the cyborg to hear clearly continued in a calm voice.

"Why don't you unscrew it and give it to me?"

The pop-up window in front of the cyborg flashed an ominous red color, and in the gap, he saw 07's slightly cold face.

He lost control, but could clearly feel 07 reaching out and tapping his outer coating lightly, like picking pork, grabbing his arm and preparing to tear it off violently.

The neural elements faithfully transmit every inch of touch and feeling to the brain...

A shrill, out-of-tune roar sent chills down my spine.

Yanze stood up shakily and was leaning against the wall, anxiously searching for 07.

Although it only let out a scream, it couldn't help but tremble all over and quickened its pace to scan the infrared.

Soon, it walked to the half-broken house, holding on to the wall. As soon as it entered Yanze, it felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

After I cracked the code, my hands and feet were still sluggish. Now, I felt an itch like ants gnawing at my back, and my hands and feet felt weak.

"Hello!"

The smoke and dust were so thick that Yan Ze could only scan him sitting on the ground. The thermal image of a large mass on the ground was shattered and no human shape could be seen.

Yan Ze was prepared to see 07 with broken arms and legs, but he didn't expect to see 07 sitting on the steel torso of the cyborg, cigarette in one hand and holding the Pro-made mechanical prosthesis in the other. The exposed wires and the torn neural sensor lines were exploded and hanging, and the blood mixed with engine oil had stained his leather boots.

Yanze looked at 07 in disbelief and subconsciously took several steps back.

The artificial eyes of the cyborg, whose only head was left, were still open, staring at Yan Ze who was at the door.

"Didn't you say you would wait for me right here?" 07 stepped on the cyborg's head, and his two artificial eyes fell out of their eye sockets.

Cyborgs are like this, they don't even know which one is more oil or blood. 07 twisted his foot in disgust and kicked the cyborg's head away.

Yan Ze was speechless for a long time before he replied in a low voice: "I'm worried that something might happen to you."

07 came to his senses, nodded, and said calmly: "You have untied my restrictions. Now, theoretically, you are free."

"So you want to run now?"

Yan Ze was worried at first, but after seeing this scene, he became completely alert.

07 was far more brutal than he had imagined, both in terms of ability and mind.

He didn't even seem to regard the modified humans as his own kind, and his attitude was so normal that it was as if he was dismantling home appliances.

Madman, he really is a madman. In his eyes, cyborgs and bionic people are just like household appliances and machines. It's no big deal to take them apart and decompose them.

Yanze did not go in, but was wary of 07 attacking him at any time, and slowly backed away. 07 just looked at it, like a stressed kitten, sensing a threat, and for the first time wanted to escape from him at all costs.

"According to your human definition, cyborgs are still your kind. Their nerves retain the sense of pain."

07 suddenly realized, took a look at the mechanical arm in his hand, threw it on the ground, and stood up shakily.

"Are you afraid of me? Afraid that I will tear you apart like this? Do you think I would?"

Yan Ze quickly scanned the limping 07 and found that his left leg was indeed injured. It was impossible for him not to be injured at all. His tall body was hunched over, and 07 kept walking towards Yan Ze.

Yanze kept retreating, fearing that 07 might have a trick up his sleeve, so he didn't dare to turn his back on him.

07 staggered, and when he walked outside Yan Ze saw that he was covered in blood, with obvious hematoma and his left leg hanging unnaturally.

Now is the best time to run, Yan Ze made a prompt decision.

It took one last look at 07 from a distance, turned around and ran, then heard a loud thud behind it.

Yan Ze stopped almost subconsciously, hesitated for only two seconds, and turned around to look at him.

07 has fallen to the ground.

Do you want to save him? Yan Ze could sense 07's attitude towards him - just a toy.

They were in a relationship of mutual struggle, there was no need to be overly sympathetic at this time...

Yanze took a deep breath. Compared to 07, Yanze often felt that he was a real "human".

Yanze turned around and ran towards him, propped up 07 from the ruins and dragged him out.

"I... I'm just a kind person passing by... I have nothing to do with him."

Yanze sent him to the "dirty talk bar" that he had heard about on 07's phone call, and left him there.

The purple-haired bartender raised his hands teasingly, refusing to take over 07, and suddenly moved closer to Yanze, continuing to ask Yanze with a smile.

"Good-hearted person? Why not do the good deed and stay here to take care of me..."

Suddenly, a bloody hand pressed the bartender's face that was leaning towards Yanze. 07 used the force to stand up and turned to look at Yanze. The emotions in his dark blue eyes surged and then settled down.

Yan Ze didn't understand. He just kept thinking about how 07 dismantled the cyborg alive with an expressionless face.

"Give me a box and I'll handle it myself."

The person who was clearly leaning limply on it just now was able to walk on his own again inexplicably. Yanze suspected that he was just pretending to test the obedience of this home appliance.

And it was ridiculous that he couldn't bear it, a bionic man's lack of compassion, so stupidly he didn't run away and even wanted to save him.

Yan Ze had a sullen face and did not go to the box with them. He sat quietly at the bar, counting his fingers.

A beautiful blonde bionic man quietly stood behind Yanze, watching it blatantly.

This is the second time Yan Ze has met someone of the same kind in so many days.

It tried to talk to it with its chin in hand, but it only heard repetitive chatter, unlike the singing fellow in front of 07's house...

Soon it couldn't wait any longer, so it quietly jumped off the chair and walked towards the inner box...

"It's rare to see you so interested in someone... Where did this beautiful child come from?"

07 silently treated the wound on his left leg and whispered to him, "It's a bionic man."

The bartender was silent for a long time, and then he blurted out three words: "Impossible."

He looked at 07 in disbelief and repeated, "Absolutely impossible."

07 didn't know what he was thinking of, but he suddenly laughed: "It's very special."

The bartender paced around the room, then suddenly stopped and looked at 07. “So the high-quality product you wanted to sell is this… This is simply… incredible.”

"Its chips, core algorithms, and even materials must be the most perfect creations currently available."

The bartender's face was almost flushed, and he finally looked at 07 and concluded: "You've made it. Whether you sell it separately or sell it as a whole to Pro's rival company, maybe... Les? They have always been suppressed by Pro. Once they get it, my God."

"You're going to make it big, bro."

The bartender sighed and suppressed his excitement: "I will definitely help you with this order."

Yan Ze stopped outside the door, leaned against the wall silently, his eyes suddenly turned cold, turned around and left quietly, walked around and returned to the bar, with a calm face.

The bartender inside the door said, but 07 calmly announced, "No."

"It's mine, mine alone." 07 twisted his fingers, recalling the warmth he felt when leaning against it.

“No one can take that away from me.”