Advanced Mecha Operating Techniques

"I heard you've been doing pretty well lately."

In the renovation room, the senior engineer was tightening screws on the leaky part of the machine while chatting casually with the other party.

Since curing the other party's frequent urination, urgency, and incomplete urination, Leaky Boy has become more energetic. He no longer trembles when urinating, he has more energy when slashing people, and he walks with a dragon-like stride and the arrogant look of a double-flowered red stick.

"Hehe, isn't this mainly because of your help?" the leaky guy flattered.

"I heard you recruited a new prosthetic doctor?"

"Are you talking about Miss Sakura? Her skills can't compare to yours!"

"Miss Sakura, is this prosthetic doctor a woman?"

As a large gang that occupies ten streets, the Welfare Gang is not what it used to be. It is not surprising that they would bring out another prosthetic doctor to compete with Gao Gong. However, it is quite rare that it is a female prosthetic doctor.

The leaky boy glanced around cautiously and said, "It was recommended by Madam Hongmeng."

"The owner of the Red Dream Club?" Senior Engineer exclaimed in surprise. He had seen the Red Dream Club's regional network in cyberspace, which was quite sophisticated. He didn't expect that she would have a prosthetic doctor under her command.

Is he also a cunning old fox hiding underwater?

"Try standing up."

"Okay."

Leaky Guy got up. His lower body was no longer a diesel engine and metal skeleton, but two smoothly curved mechanical legs. The surface was almost indistinguishable from a normal person's thigh. It was full of power, with a built-in military energy plate, two gun slots and two melee weapon slots.

The mechanical leg on the right is marked "Mas -Military Type-31".

High-quality mechanical prosthetics are generally not available on the market.

Speaking of which, this year's military exhibition is almost here. I wonder how Director Du and the others are preparing. Only by making a good start can they enter the global arms market with the momentum of a dragon crossing the river.

Leaky Boy performed a set of mechanical boxing moves in the small space of the modification room. The opening and closing of the air pump, the rhythmic changes in kinetic energy output, and the various mechanical parts on his body were all harmoniously integrated together.

"Punch me."

Without hesitation, the guy took a big step forward. Starting from the sensors on his feet, the kinetic energy of each mechanical joint began to accumulate. The coolest thing was that the sound system and 3D effects on his body transformed into a ferocious blue dragon as he punched out, raising its head and wagging its tail, ready to bite.

Goodness, these special effects are better than those for Qiao Feng!

The senior engineer stretched out his palm and casually caught the punch, while also turning off his stereo.

I scanned the game panel.

Advanced Mechanics: A combat technique unique to Fuqing Island, allowing prosthetic bodies to perform beyond normal parameters, increasing prosthetic body efficiency by 15%.

"Who invented the mechanical technology used in your welfare group?" Senior Engineer asked with great interest.

The guy who was leaking water paused for a moment, then scratched the back of his head.

"I think I was born with it. According to the elders in the clan, it was passed down from generation to generation. But there are many different stories about who invented it. Some say it was taught by the gods on the island, while others say it was passed down from the mecha unit when our ancestors were fleeing."

The senior engineer knew a little about Fuqing Island. It is a small island located 200km southeast of the Guanzhong Plate. Like all the islands in the Ninth District, it was formed from fragments of the continental collapse during the Second Mechanical War.

Like most islands, the living environment on the island is extremely harsh, with marine animals and constant storms, and these islanders are often the main force of illegal immigration.

"Master, would you like to learn? The one in the gang who is most skilled in mecha is none other than our Boss Gao."

Seeing that the leaky guy was acting like he was being forced into a marriage, the senior engineer casually waved his hand.

"I have no such plans. Besides, even if I were to learn, I would learn the best."

"The best? Boss's mecha skills are the best. No one on the island can compare. He can develop the performance of the prosthetic body to 200%."

"Let's wait until he's 1000% developed before we talk about it," the senior engineer waved his hand. "Let's hurry up and go. I want to leave work early today."

"Off work? Where are you going, sir?"

"Go pay your taxes. Don't gangsters pay taxes?"

Despite being told to pay taxes, the senior engineer didn't go to the business district. Instead, he took the "floating railcar" in the opposite direction and rode all the way to an unnamed station. The station was unnamed because some clever person had sprayed off the name of the station sign with paint, replacing it with a large blood-red X.

This place is on the outskirts of the outer city. It's desolate and dilapidated. The only advantage is that there's no noise or light pollution.

Slums, marginalized areas, virus-infected villages—this is the impression Hongye Street gives to the outside world.

"Those with mechanical disorders, mental illnesses, or infectious diseases are not permitted to enter; ordinary citizens are not allowed to enter."

Red Rain Street

On a rough metal road sign, the senior engineer saw these two sentences. Incidentally, there were also three gun holes on the sign, which served as a strong warning.

A light rain began to fall from the sky. It probably rains for 300 out of 365 days a year in this city that never sleeps.

The senior engineer had been here for almost a month and had gotten used to it. He opened the umbrella he had prepared and stepped into Hongyu Street through the mud.

The senior engineer quickly understood why this place was called Red Rain Street. Electronic rain fell on the red soil of unknown composition, splashing out blood-red puddles, red rainwater, and red streets.

The senior engineer even saw mud-brick houses resembling those in rural areas, a truly unbelievable sight in a city that never sleeps.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier. The senior engineer stood in front of an old man, holding an umbrella.

The old man was sweeping the floor in the rain.

The old man was completely blind, and there were also marks on his head where he had been cut open.

The senior engineer walked behind him, lifted his sutured skull, and sure enough, the brainstem was empty.

These are likely personnel involved in a brain experiment, and most likely from a large corporation's research project.

Ordinary street technology, like that of prosthetic doctors, generally doesn't target the brain.

The senior engineer walked to a mud house. A loud banging came from the wooden door. Through the broken glass, he could vaguely see a big man who was tied up. The man was missing a leg, an arm, and an eye. There were obvious traces of a prosthetic implant at the cut.

It appears to be some kind of withdrawal reaction; blood is gushing from the wound due to the throbbing.

What was most striking was the other person's eyes. The senior engineer saw a murderous intent in them, a murderous intent that a drug addict shouldn't have.

"Cyberpsychosis?"

Next, the senior engineer saw a robot whose brain had crashed due to religious beliefs, a cyborg whose prosthetic implant had failed, a spouse-type android that no one wanted, and an entrepreneur whose body parts were auctioned off due to business failure.

The senior engineer now knew where he was.

Abandoned land.

"Sir, would you like a cup of coffee?"

In front of a wooden house, an artificial intelligence, appearing as a holographic image, is enthusiastically selling coffee.

"Have a drink."

Every time the girl in front of me makes coffee, there is a noticeable pause. Once she pauses, the holographic image disappears, revealing a rusty mechanical arm.

"Boss, the operating system needs to be changed," the senior engineer said casually as he took the coffee.

"The virus in my brain hasn't even been cleared out, where am I going to get the money to replace the system?"

"It's rare to find a customer like you on Red Leaf Street," the coffee girl said.

"What kind of people usually come?"

"People who live and die on their own."

"Oh."

"Sir, who are you looking for?" the coffee girl asked again.

"Is there a short girl on Red Leaf Street who's incredibly skilled with a knife?"

"I'm sorry, there's no such person on our street."

The senior engineer stared at the other person for a while, then laughed and said, "Your facial motion capture technology is terrible; I can tell you're lying at a glance."

"But the coffee was very good, thank you."

"You're welcome."

An hour after the senior engineer left, a petite figure carrying large and small bags walked onto the street.

"Xiao Yu, you went to pick up trash again!" the coffee girl complained.

"Hmm," the girl smiled brightly, "I picked up a huge bag today. I've calculated it, and if I sell it all, I can buy Grandpa Robot a dust collector, Uncle Death a tube of tranquilizer, and you an energy plate."

The coffee girl waved to her, and the girl jogged over.

"Someone contacted you today. Did you get into another fight?" the coffee girl asked seriously.

"No," Xiao Yu said, her eyes flickering.

"You need to change your habit of sticking your neck out. It's a behavior that harms your survival instinct. Even I, a robot, know that programs can only function in the correct mode."

"Mmm-hmm," the girl clearly hadn't listened, "Okay, I'm going to give Uncle Death my injection."

After the girl left, the coffee shop girl's expression froze for a moment, and she muttered to herself.

"Is this girl out of her mind? She said she was introducing herself, and she really was."

"Top-tier mecha swordsmanship... What's this girl's connection to those people on Fuqing Island? And what's her connection to the Empire?"

The leaky guy's mechanical skills and Xiao Yu's mecha sword skills gave Gao Gong a strong sense of déjà vu.

This is not a typical melee combat technique, nor does it resemble the skill of controlling an exoskeleton; rather, it is more like an advanced mecha operation technique in a mecha civilization.

The Empire's mech technology probably hasn't reached that level yet.

Director Du plans to open up a blue ocean market with mechs, but mech performance alone is probably not enough. Add mech operation skills, and that will be about right.

I need to find a chance to go to Fuqing Island.