met free Chapter 122 Mechanical Modifier
Chapter 122 Mechanical Modifier
"Brother Dao, that guy looks like he's insulting you!" the little girl said, getting angry.
Xu Si glanced at the little girl.
"Old Fu, Old Fu, hurry up! We have customers coming in, what are you dawdling about for!"
"Please excuse my poor skills, this is just how our captain is! Who has taken a fancy to my old skills?" A man in his early fifties with some bald patches got off the truck.
"Old Fu, you really have no eyes! Didn't you see this lady has lost an arm? For my sake, give her a discount!"
"You want to have a limb amputated? Great! Just two rare items! High quality and low price, no cheating!" As he spoke, the old man looked Cheng Xinyi up and down.
The surroundings were quiet, and the old man didn't seem to mind. He introduced himself.
"I forgot to introduce myself. I am Fu Qiangmin, Sequence 2 - Mechanical Modifier!"
As the people on the little train disembarked, everyone was able to see the full picture of the convoy.
A large portion of them are equipped with various mechanical prosthetics, just like the cyborgs in novels.
Xu Si did not sense any energy fluctuations from these people; they must all be ordinary people.
Those that haven't been modified at all should be Sequence Extraordinaries.
Wu Dazhao frowned even more, his gaze sweeping over the team members who silently got off the bus, their bodies adorned with various metal prosthetics, pausing for a moment, especially on Fu Qiangmin, who called himself a "mechanical modification expert."
Sequence 2, and it's a mechanical and modification-related sequence, which is extremely rare in the post-apocalyptic world.
After what happened last night, Cheng Xinyi has completely sided with the Martial God Racing Team. She doesn't even have a car anymore, so how can she have a racing team?
She did indeed still have two rare items on her at this time, but that was all she had left. This guy must have known that, which is why he offered such a price.
Smiling on the outside, but ruthless in ripping people off.
Those damn stinky men.
However, her gaze towards Xu Si contained little resentment, but rather awe for the powerful.
When Wang Yanhua heard the price of the "two rare items," the corners of his mouth twitched up almost imperceptibly, clearly indicating his satisfaction.
He put his arm around Fu Qiangmin's shoulder, waving his other hand exaggeratedly: "Hey! Old Fu! Look at this lady, and look at this place! We're all working for Boss Martial God, we're all brothers! We're family! Talking about money hurts feelings! Just consider this a rare item to make friends!"
As he spoke, he kept winking at Fuqiangmin.
The two of them, working in unison, really treated Cheng Xinyi like a fool and tried to scam her.
"Captain, this is a rare item, but we can't even cover the costs! At this rate, the convoy will go bankrupt!"
The people around them were dumbfounded by their awkward performance.
Cheng Xinyi's lips twitched. If she didn't only have one arm, she would definitely have given those two shameless people a big nose roll.
Wu Dazhao watched coldly from the sidelines.
He was actually more interested in knowing what was going on with these robots.
Cheng Xinyi's expression shifted as she watched the prosthetic limbs of the cyborgs move freely like those of ordinary people. The waves of pain emanating from her severed arm constantly reminded her of her lack of strength.
Losing an arm is quite a heavy price to pay for her.
After trading with Jia Zhenxin, she only had two rare items left: a "Time Ring" for survival and "Cloud Shoes" for escaping.
Giving up either one is tantamount to cutting off one's own arm.
but……
Fu Qiangmin squeezed out an extremely painful expression on his wrinkled old face, and under Wang Yanhua's "aggressive" gaze, he finally "very reluctantly" stomped his foot.
"Sigh! Captain, since you've spoken, what can this old man say? One item at a time! Consider it a small gift for Martial God Boss and this young lady!"
He turned to Cheng Xinyi, rubbing his hands together, his small eyes gleaming with shrewdness.
"Miss, would you like it done now, or...?"
Cheng Xinyi's chest heaved violently a few times.
She had never seen such shameless people, and two of them at once.
She glanced coldly at Wang Yanhua, who was all smiles, and Fu Qiangmin, who looked helpless, before finally looking at her own empty left shoulder.
"Now." Her voice was dry as she forced out the two words through clenched teeth.
She knew those two guys definitely wouldn't lower the price, because if she were in their shoes, she wouldn't either.
A replacement robotic arm, though perhaps not as good as the original, can at least restore most of its functions.
In the apocalypse, it doesn't seem like such a bad deal...
What she fears even more is that if she continues to be incomplete, she will lose even the last bit of value she has left.
"That's great!" Wang Yanhua slapped his thigh, grinning from ear to ear.
"Old Fu, show us what you've got! Let everyone see!"
Fu Qiangmin ran quickly towards the second carriage of the "little train" and pressed a few buttons on a seemingly ordinary panel on the side.
"laugh--"
The side walls of the carriage slid open and folded like Transformers, revealing the interior.
Even from a distance, everyone present couldn't help but gasp.
Inside the carriage was a small but fully equipped mechanical workshop!
Various oddly shaped robotic arms, tools gleaming with cold light, screens displaying fluctuating data, and rows of neatly stacked metal parts and pipes of unknown material.
They all showcase the beauty of industry.
Even more striking is the presence of several completed or semi-finished mechanical limbs displayed on a fixed frame in the center of the workshop.
From arms to legs, and even a complex mechanical spine!
"Mechanical modifier... so that's what it means." Fu Xiaojian muttered to himself, his eyes serious.
Xu Si's starry eyes flickered slightly, and his "Star Track" perception quietly covered him.
He could clearly "see" the faint, steady flow of energy flowing inside those mechanical parts, which was completely different from the life energy of flesh and blood, and also naturally different from strange objects.
This is more like a sequence product.
Moreover, the workshop itself seems to be a large and strange object.
This "Tiger Team" is indeed no ordinary group.
Fu Qiangmin quickly began selecting and matching items in the workshop.
"Beautiful lady, please come this way and relax. I need to scan your wound and any remaining nerve tissue."
Cheng Xinyi endured the discomfort and let his rough hands caress her wounds, even when they landed in places they shouldn't.
Seemingly embarrassed by the stares of the crowd, Fu Qiangmin finally stopped and began to control the robotic arm to assemble the parts on site.
The various sounds in the workshop intertwined, like a cold industrial symphony.
Everyone watched with bated breath, as if they were watching an artistic performance.
Even Fire Man put away his disdain, and a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.
Jiao Jiao stood on tiptoe, her eyes wide, muttering, "You can do that...that's so cool!"
Xiao Luo shrank back in fear, feeling uncomfortable with the cold, mechanical objects.
In less than ten minutes, a mechanical left arm, gleaming with a dark silver metallic luster, with an ingenious structure and smooth lines, was assembled with the help of the robotic arm.
It is not a simple biomimetic structure; fine energy patterns are faintly visible on the outer side of the arm, the five fingers of the palm are flexible, and there seems to be some kind of emission port hidden in the fingertips.
"Give it a try." Fu Qiangmin wiped away non-existent sweat from his forehead and pressed it directly onto the wound on Cheng Xinyi's left arm.
With a soft "click," the interface automatically attaches and locks in place.
Cheng Xinyi felt a slight numbness, followed by countless tiny, needle-like stings.
That was a tiny probe inside the robotic arm trying to establish a connection with her remaining nerve bundles.
"Ugh..." Cheng Xinyi couldn't help but let out a painful groan, cold sweat beading on her forehead.
"Bear with it, nerve reconnection is a bit painful..." Fu Qiangmin explained.
hum...
Cheng Xinyi finally felt it; her left arm seemed to have truly returned. The dark silver mechanical fingers trembled very slightly... and bent a little.
Then came the second, the third... the movements gradually became smoother.
She tried to raise her arm, and the robotic arm, accompanied by a slight metallic scraping sound, steadily lifted her to her chest.
Clench your fist, open it, rotate your wrist... Although it's a little stiff, all the basic movements have been accomplished.
"It's done!" Fu Qiangmin breathed a sigh of relief, a proud smile spreading across his face.
"Just get used to it when you get back to it, it will definitely be better than your old arm."
Moreover, it's custom-made with shape memory metal, so you don't have to worry about it getting damaged; it can be repaired by itself!
Just make sure they don't cut it down completely again!
Fu Qiangmin explained a few things to make Cheng Xinyi willing to pay.
Everyone: You really know how to talk.
Cheng Xinyi's face was ashen. She took off her light blue boots, which felt as light as a feather, and left them on the ground before turning and leaving without saying a word.
This old pervert didn't hesitate and picked it up directly, even delivering an epic lung thrust that sent chills down everyone's spine.
"Sorry, sorry, it's just a professional habit, a professional habit."