Jack K

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Hanging Neck Street, an ordinary morning.

Jack K, once a renowned bounty hunter, was known in the underworld for his efficiency and ruthlessness. During the android war, he killed thousands of old-style androids and is still a wanted criminal with a bounty on his head by android radicals. His hunting footprint covers two satellites and an asteroid belt.

But times have changed. The number of androids has increased, their power has grown, and after the passage of the "Android Act," they have even become the dominant ethnic group on this planet.

The situation is somewhat better in the Mechanical City, where androids and natives are evenly divided, but in the Mother City, the number of settled androids far exceeds that of natives.

Oh, there are very few genuine native people left these days. They're all cyborgs, the kind who'd be embarrassed to go out without something on them.

As if an alarm clock had been set, Jack opened his eyes at the appointed time, sat up on the bed, and revealed his upper body covered in scars and muscles.

The tall figure sat expressionlessly for a minute, then got up and entered the shower room. Spray nozzles were exposed on both sides of the wall. Despite the lack of water spraying out, the body surface became visibly clean amidst the hissing of air pressure. This was called a polymer shower. Although advanced, it always reminded people of equipment like gas chambers and incinerators.

Jack's body surface has a lot of stitches, which are not like the current prosthetic implants, but more like the modification of old-fashioned androids.

Back then, androids had to act like humans in order to live like humans.

Now the situation is completely reversed.

You have to pretend to be a android to get a good enough job.

Although his decades-long career as a bounty hunter had made Jack a fortune, and his usual stalls were just a way to pass the time, he was always incredibly dedicated as a former bounty hunter.

First, they went to the underground market in the old town and bought enough meat. As for the source of the meat, it could be parts from clones, scraps from organ trading, or even artificial meat of inferior quality.

But Jack didn't care; he was selling noodles, not fresh meat.

As long as it doesn't kill anyone, it's fine.

Returning from the market to his small processing room, he kneaded dough while putting meat into the meat grinder.

He was taught the skill of kneading dough by a female android.

The earliest androids could not eat, not even nutritional pastes; they could only be fed liquids or injected with nutrients.

Later, with improvements in the digestive system, it became possible to eat certain types of pasta, but meat was still indigestible.

So for a long time, the ability to eat meat was the distinguishing feature between androids and native humans. Jack remembered that one of the punishments for androids was to stuff fresh meat down their throats. The breakdown of their digestive system would cause widespread spasms on the android's body, making them look like a hysterical chick.

Back then, the expressions of androids were far more terrifying than they are now, enough to scare the high-end individuals who only sought out android prostitutes so much they'd wet themselves.

After adding various chemical seasonings to the soup and tasting it to confirm that the flavor was no different from before, Jack placed the large pot of hot soup on his mobile stall and pushed it onto the street.

Hanging Street was unusually quiet today. Jack sniffed; he could smell the gunpowder in the air.

This is one of his special abilities: by distinguishing the composition of gunpowder on the battlefield, he can judge the intensity of the battle.

"Street warfare, huh?"

Generally speaking, in the outer city, it is quite normal for two groups of people to draw their guns and fire at each other because they don't like each other.

Gang fights are as common as eating and drinking.

But none of this can be considered a street fighting war.

One of the hallmarks of street warfare is the increased intensity of firepower, escalating from firearms to artillery, and the announcement that buildings in the combat zone will no longer be protected.

This is a very dangerous thing.

Because once the damage reaches a certain level, nearby security companies will definitely come to maintain the security of the 'human data'.

If things escalate further, even the mechanical armies of the mechanical mastermind might get involved.

This is definitely not a good thing for either side in the conflict.

Because their intervention is not to act as peacemakers, but to eliminate both sides. This solves both the problem and the person who caused it.

Generally, only "gang-annihilation battles" escalate to the level of street warfare.

Thick smoke billowed from a shop; Jack remembered it as a newly opened prosthetic clinic.

In fact, not many prosthetic doctors would openly set up their clinics on the street.

Those underground alterers preferred to hide in the shadows, using forbidden modifications to disrupt this messed-up world.

His old-fashioned cyborg body is the work of a prosthetic doctor, though not the one here.

Jack expressionlessly pushed his stall to its usual spot.

Street fighting is dangerous for others, but it's nothing to a guy like him who hunts all over the world.

Business probably won't be very good today.

Soon, gunshots rang out from a building.

Based on the people and goods that had entered and exited the building in the past, as well as the faint traces of gang guards, Jack had long ago deduced that there was a small processing plant inside.

Soon, a group of people rushed out, covered in blood, some missing arms and legs, but they were all as excited as if they were on drugs.

"5000 experience points acquired, nice!"

"Handle those muscle-boosting drugs carefully, don't break them. These things are great for boosting your performance."

"I don't know how much it can sell for."

"There must be quite a lot."

"Hey, they sell noodles here."

"What do you mean by selling noodles? This is clearly a way to recover losses," the Red Flower Demon said confidently, wiping the blood from her face. "Boss, bring me some red medicine."

Jack said expressionlessly, "I only sell noodles here."

"Then I'll have a bowl of noodles."

Soon, the steaming hot noodles were served. The Red Flower Fairy ate them in two or three bites, then looked at her still bleeding wound and fell into deep thought.

"Boss, is this bowl of noodles really just noodles?"

"That doesn't make sense. What's the point of the system bringing you up like that, to sell noodles?"

"Is there some hidden quest, like eating ten bowls of noodles?" Little J pondered. "I could eat ten bowls of noodles," Red Flower Demon grinned, "But if I don't stop the bleeding, I feel like I'll become the first player in 'Cyber World' to die from eating noodles. Boss, you really don't sell medicine here? Do you have bandages?"

Jack gave the other person a cold look. He recognized him; about two weeks ago, the cyborg doctor had brought this fake android to eat noodles.

A native human who was transformed into a cyborg.

That's ridiculous.

Despite thinking this way, Jack couldn't help but recall the clumsy android girl pretending to be a native.

"Really, I'm a real person. Look, I can touch my nose with my tongue. See, normal people can do that, so I'm normal, right?"

Jack's expression suddenly darkened.

"Get out of my way if you want to die, don't interfere with my business."

"Boss, that's not fair -_-" The Red Flower Fairy was about to continue triggering the quest when Big Wave, with the highest perception, suddenly exclaimed, "Holy crap, monsters are spawning!"

Sure enough, a group of motorcyclists suddenly appeared on the street. The upper bodies of these people were similar to those of gangsters with a street style, with nose rings, chromatic eyes, and mohawks. However, their lower bodies were completely different. Their lower bodies were inserted into a giant motorcycle. This motorcycle was extremely wild, with wheels as thick as truck wheels and six engine nozzles. It seemed to be the latest type of implanted motorcycle berserker.

These motorcyclists roam the streets of the city that never sleeps, making a living by robbery and extortion. Even the local gangs despise these gangs.

For the players, however, this was a level 15 elite monster with over 50% modification. "Holy crap, J-bro's pulling the mob!"

"What the hell? They're going 200 miles per hour! Do you want me to get run over and killed?!"

"The wind's getting strong, let's get out of here!"

These young players were somewhat experienced; without saying a word, they immediately darted towards the stairs, alleyways, and even walls.

As for those players who were tough but not very agile, they consciously covered the rear, and the bullets hit the bulletproof glass of the motorcycle and bounced off.

Looking at these people fighting to the death, a hint of surprise flashed in Jack's eyes. What type of combat chip was this? Did it even have a built-in rearguard function?

Without a doubt, the three or four players who were covering the rear were quickly crushed to death by these motorcycle monsters.

Looking in the direction a motorcyclist had gone, Jack hesitated for a moment, sighed, and pulled out an oversized electromagnetic rifle from under the table. This type of old-fashioned rifle also had a nickname: charged particle cannon.

"There's no escape now!"

Seeing a thick wall in front of her, the Red Flower Demon didn't hesitate. She flung her hands around, transforming into a slum version of Wolverine, and at the same time threw a smoke bomb given to her by Boss Hui. This smoke bomb was made of a special material that could not only obscure vision but also confuse one's sense of direction; it was a rare find.

As for the motorcyclists' weapons, they are implanted mantis knives, a type of telescopic knife that can reach up to 3 meters in length.

As it turns out, if you're not a skilled player, don't try to kill monsters above your level. After several explosions, the Red Flower Demon was swiftly and decisively cut down and fell to the ground, entering a critically injured state.

"Why is this guy's knife so heavy!"

"Laozi's new wolf claws!"

The Red Flower Fairy was filled with resentment. According to the player who died once, the lost experience was secondary; the most important thing was that the equipment and cybernetic body dropped on the spot!

Just as the Red Flower Demon was waiting to die, two explosions rang out almost simultaneously.

With the first loud bang, the motorcyclist's rear wheel shattered into pieces, and the switchblade he had thrown out automatically retracted. Only then did the Red Flower Demon realize that the switchblade's power unit was connected to the vehicle's engine. No wonder he felt like he had been hit by a car when he swung it.

The second bang cleanly and decisively blew off the motorcyclist's head.

[You killed the motorcyclist, experience +400]

Before she could even check the refresh status on the player panel, Red Flower Demon stared dumbfounded at the cannon. "Wow, a high-level electromagnetic weapon, second only to energy weapons!"

A tall figure emerged from the mist. Jack said expressionlessly, "You haven't paid for the noodles you just ate."

The Red Flower Fairy swallowed hard and quickly paid the money.

"This is a side dish for noodles," Jack tossed something over, which the Red Flower Fairy caught.

Advanced Bandage: A military bandage made from special herbal materials, restoring 5 health points per second and increasing physical recovery by 30% for 60 seconds.

As the red flower fairy watched the other person's back, she smelled her father's scent.

When Jack reappeared on Hanging Street, he found that the battle had changed again. A dozen people were ganging up on a motorcyclist whose tires were stuck in place by something, making the situation quite difficult.

The attackers came from all walks of life and used all sorts of methods, but the only thing they had in common was the fanaticism in their eyes.