High-Speed Micro-Machine Finger Tiger

"Ugh, ugh, ugh..."

Beside the Grass Cutting Hunter Blade 430, Black Rose frowned as she looked at Little Finger, who was completely disheveled and puking on the ground.

It turned out that being a lapdog wasn't that easy. When the latest heavy motorcycle model from Sleepless City accelerated to 350 km/h in 2.3 seconds, he had completely forgotten what the touch of that small waist felt like.

And when the Grass Cutting Hunter Blade 430 reached half the speed of sound in 30 seconds, Little Finger felt like he was in heaven in a daze.

Seeing the suspicious yellow stain on the back seat, Black Rose's eyes twitched fiercely.

"If you dare ride my bike again, I'll kill you!"

With that, Black Rose drove directly into the scrap metal recycling station.

Just as Gao Gong knew where Black Rose's garage was, Black Rose also knew Gao Gong's secret base.

After all, they had met in both places.

However, Gao Gong's recent series of actions made Black Rose feel somewhat unfamiliar.

Had he given up? Was he striving for success?

Neither seemed to fit.

This unfamiliarity, this departure from her control, made her somewhat unhappy.

The only thing she knew was that this young man had recently gotten a large sum of Mech Coins from somewhere and had spent a fortune at the military warehouse.

"Wait, wait for me," Little Finger, still dripping wet, hurried over. Hearing the familiar "buzzing" sound, he immediately became furious.

"You brat, you're messing with my surgical table, aren't you? Does he know how expensive this thing is? There isn't a second one in the entire Automobile City!"

Black Rose, familiar with the way, walked to the metal shed and saw Gao Gong, bare-chested, holding a scalpel in his left hand. The subject of his surgery was his own right hand.

Half of his palm was cut open, revealing his titanium hand bones. The nerves in his palm were entangled with the bones of his fingers like wires.

Gao Gong seemed to be performing a Neural Fine-Tuning Surgery. Besides his left hand, the three mechanical arms on the surgical table—one holding the scalpel, one holding the needle, and one suturing muscles—were a dazzling display.

Black Rose opened her mouth, but Little Finger, who had suddenly become serious, placed a hand on her shoulder and said earnestly:

"No loud noises in front of the surgical table."

Then his face fell, full of disbelief, and he muttered, unable to comprehend.

"This is impossible, absolutely impossible. The surgical table has over fifty modules, and he figured them all out in less than a week?"

"And it's triple-control. I've been doing modification surgeries for over a decade to be able to control three surgical arms simultaneously. How can this kid do it?"

"What is that embedded in the center of his palm bone? A Neural Regulator?"

Black Rose didn't speak but began to look around.

Mobile Sterile Room, Sensory Deprivation Equipment, Nerve Inhibitor—these were all military medical equipment.

Electromagnetic Cutter, Small Forging Machine, High-Temperature Stamping Machine, Magnetoresistive Stone, Chromium Iron, Military Fireproof Cloth...

One item caught Black Rose's attention: a black glove. The outer layer of the glove was likely made from the hide of some Radiation Beast, while the inside was lined with soft fur from another Radiation Beast. Putting it on felt like slipping into a ball of cold cotton—though the palm felt a bit stiff.

The four fingers of the glove each had a circular connection device, indicating that the glove was only half of some equipment. The other half—

Black Rose quickly found the other half: a saw-like knuckle duster, or perhaps, a knuckle duster-shaped saw?

The four interfaces of this "knuckle duster" perfectly fit onto the back of the glove's fingers, and she now knew what that stiff thing in the palm was.

It was a miniature energy board.

Women who liked heavy motorcycles were inherently drawn to violence. Black Rose looked around, wanting to find something to spar with.

"Sizzle, sizzle—"

With the successful implantation of the Nerve Accelerator, Gao Gong let out a sigh of relief. He tapped a few times on the surgical table, and the three surgical mechanical arms retracted. Two small suturing arms took over, meticulously stitching the palm like an old tailor.

His mind intensely focused, Gao Gong didn't notice his surroundings. No one usually came to this place.

As soon as he relaxed, a bald head poked through.

Gao Gong's mind hadn't even registered what was happening when his newly operated right hand reacted. It shot out like lightning, its fingers clamping around the intruder's neck like pincers, lifting him up.

"You... cough... let go!!" Little Finger's face turned red at a visible rate, then blue.

"Oh, sorry, my hand slipped, my hand slipped, hiss—"

The stitches on his finger burst open again. Gao Gong gasped in pain and quickly grabbed a sterile cloth to cover his palm.

"How did you sneak up on me like that? Couldn't you announce yourself first?"

Seeing Gao Gong playing the victim, Little Finger couldn't help but roll his eyes, but he didn't have time to dwell on it. He grabbed Gao Gong's shoulder and asked urgently, "Did it work? How did you do it? How is that possible? What surgical plan did you use?"

A Prosthetic Doctor's surgical plan wasn't just a set of surgical procedures; it also included the design and debugging of prosthetics, their integration with the human body system, and even the development and implantation of programs.

Simply put, to design a surgical plan, you needed a team including a mechanic, a rehabilitation therapist, and a neuro-enhancer.

An ordinary Prosthetic Doctor, after installing a hundred sets of the same type of prosthetics, wouldn't dare claim to have devised a plan.

He had been a Prosthetic Doctor for nearly twenty years and only had three surgical plans he could confidently present. The others either had design flaws or "unspecified issues."

Gao Gong wiped his palm while checking the results of the surgery on the system panel.

[Completed a neural system modification. Neural system modification rate +1%]

In the eight major systems, for every 1% increase in modification rate, life value increases by 20 points and stamina by 10 points.

Hand Nerve Accelerator: By adjusting the palm's neural network, it speeds up neuron transmission, making it more suitable for handheld weapons, Perception +1, melee weapon attack speed +10%, critical hit rate +5%.

"You want to learn? I'll teach you," Gao Gong suddenly said.

Little Finger was stunned. "You'll teach me?"

Does this idiot not know how precious this 'plan' is!

"Oh, right, I still owe you six thousand Mech Coins, don't I? Card or cash?"

Little Finger was once again terrified. This kid actually wants to pay me back?!

I knew this surgery couldn't possibly succeed!

His personality was altered; the after-effects of this surgery are too severe!

Just as Gao Gong was about to say something, there was a loud "boom"—the sound was like a cannonball landing near the recycling station.

Under their stunned gazes, a spherical bulge, the size of a water tank, appeared on a wall at the edge of the recycling station. Then, with the entire convex surface as the core, countless cracks spread out, growing larger and covering the entire wall.

The next moment, the wall collapsed with a bang, revealing Black Rose, who was wearing gloves.

Damn, this strength, it must be over 30!

Gao Gong stared at the scene in astonishment, speechless for a long time.

No wonder she could support the original owner, this double-flower red stick. This Rose Sister is quite cool.

Black Rose rubbed her slender wrist as if the monstrous strength she just displayed didn't exist. She walked up to the two of them and tossed the gloves over.

"Debug it, use better materials, increase the power, and then send it to me."

"Uh—no problem."

Gao Gong really wanted to refuse, but he didn't want to die. Fortunately, he had prepared two sets of materials beforehand, so making another one wasn't a big deal.

However, looking at the distorted serrations on the 'Micro-Machine Finger Tiger,' he thought, what kind of excellent material could withstand such brute force from you.

Name: High-Speed Micro-Machine Finger Tiger Category: Mechanical Gauntlet Quality: Fine Weight: 4.4kg Base Stats: DPS: 120, Attack Power: 24, Attack Speed: 5 attacks/sec, Attack Range: 0.7 meters Additional Mode: High-Power Mode Plugin Slots: None Notes: You clearly didn't behave well as a child to invent something like this.

High-Power Mode: Also known as Chainsaw Mode. In this mode, Attack Power +15, Armor Penetration +40%, Critical Hit Rate +25%, with a 60% chance to cause bleeding. Notes 2: What's a chainsaw scare compared to this? You are the true flesh cutter.

It was clear that the system really liked this thing, otherwise, it wouldn't have added two notes.

It's unknown which player with a rather 'criminal' mindset came up with the idea of attaching a chainsaw to one's hand. To say the least, the effect was quite explicit.

The 'Scarlet Unicorn' was decent for dealing with large Radiation Beasts, but when it encountered small to medium-sized, high-attack-speed ones, this heavy greatsword would be useless.

A gauntlet that could both penetrate armor and provide defense was the most suitable self-defense tool.

"What are you guys talking about?"

Little Finger turned around, startled, and quickly said, "This kid's surgery failed, his brain nerves were severely damaged. Not only does he have to pay me back, but he also has to teach me that surgical plan for free."

Gao Gong's face darkened, and he almost couldn't resist punching him.

Black Rose, however, saw things clearly and directly said, "State your needs."

Gao Gong shrugged. He took out a glass box from the drawer below. Inside the box was a bionic eyeball that looked exactly like a real one.

"It's an upgraded version of my old prosthetic eye. It not only has aiming functions but also adds night vision and infrared thermal vision."

"Replacing my own eyeball is a bit too difficult. I'm not Xiahou Dun."

Unfortunately, no one understood this reference.

Black Rose looked at Little Finger. "Deal?"

Little Finger was still somewhat unwilling. "Organize the plan first, and I'll see if there are any problems."

"The blueprints, ah no, the surgical plan is in the drawer. Go and look for yourself."

"How did you manage to do it?"

"Do you think he'd tell you such a secret?" Black Rose turned the key in her hand and suddenly smiled. "Let's go, I'll take you for a drive."

"Sure," Gao Gong shrugged. His left hand naturally wrapped around Black Rose's waist. His fingers pressed down, sinking slightly, and then sprang back, feeling quite elastic.

"Don't look at me like that," facing Little Finger's fiery gaze, Gao Gong glanced at the obvious bulge in the other's crotch.

"You had your chance, but you couldn't perform."