Narrow Road Encounter, Beastman Warrior! (1)

This antique mechanical shop.

By this counter.

Hearing the name of the mechanical antique Wang Zhong was reporting, Zhong Xu was stunned for a moment. Then, after a brief thought, he spoke as if reciting a familiar list:

"Customer, you truly have a discerning eye..."

"This [Trauma Treatment Mechanical Instrument] was invented by a mechanical scholar proficient in medicine sixty years ago. It's said to be able to treat ordinary bruises and sprains. However, the core mechanical part inside, the [Treatment Chip], is now damaged..."

"Honestly, if you buy it, its value as a collectible far outweighs its research value..."

At this moment, Zhong Xu first introduced the [Trauma Treatment Mechanical Instrument]. Then, his tone shifted, and he said somewhat seriously, "However, if you want it, I can sell it to you for half price, just nine thousand currency."

"Deal."

Seeing this, Wang Zhong didn't hesitate and immediately agreed to buy the [Trauma Treatment Mechanical Instrument].

His generous demeanor made Zhong Xu secretly delighted.

A few minutes later.

Zhong Xu watched Wang Zhong walk away, shaking his head with a look of regret. "This [Trauma Treatment Mechanical Instrument] is indeed genuine. It's a shame the chip inside is a replica. Oh well, its antique value is greater than its research value anyway..."

At the shop entrance.

Wang Zhong, having left the shop, looked at the exquisite shopping bag in his hand, a happy smile uncontrollable on his lips.

[Trauma Treatment Mechanical Instrument].

If it were just an antique, it would indeed be useless.

But don't forget, Wang Zhong possesses an unreasonable holy power, Mechanical Evolution LV1. Any damaged mechanical creation can be revitalized in his hands!

"I may not have a silly girl, but I have a mechanical mobile phone that can heal injuries, which is just as good..."

"When I get back tonight, I can witness the power of this [Trauma Treatment Mechanical Instrument]."

Muttering to himself, Wang Zhong continued walking down the street, admiring the many food stalls and enjoying the lively night market in this slum.

Tread, tread.

On the street, at the entrance of a dark alley, two figures in black trench coats and black masks were intently watching Wang Zhong through binoculars.

At one moment, a gruff, fierce voice suddenly spoke, "Big brother, is this guy named Wang Zhong our target this time?"

"According to the intel, this guy is just a [Level 1 Psionic Warrior]. Even with a [Basic Mechanical Battle Suit], he's only about our strength..."

"For such a weakling, why did the secretary send four of us [Sain Mechanical Killers] to do this? Isn't that being overly cautious?"

A moment later, another suppressed, irritable male voice replied, "Third brother, we just need to do what the secretary tells us. Why overthink things? Anyway, from the moment we joined the [Sain Mechanical Prosthetics Company], we lost our own will."

"Giggle."

As he finished speaking, an increasingly suppressed and painful bone-grinding sound emanated from within one of the [Sain Mechanical Killers].

"Big brother, did the half-finished serum you injected have problems again?"

"I... I'm fine. You continue monitoring that guy. I, I need to drink some blood... to suppress the serum's demonic energy within me..."

"..."

After this chat between the two [Sain Mechanical Killers], when one of them picked up the binoculars again to continue monitoring Wang Zhong, they couldn't see Wang Zhong anywhere.

On the street.

"Selling milk tea, buy one get one free..."

"Fragrant fried chicken cutlets, fried chicken cutlets, buy one, get the second one at half price..."

Reaching the end of the slum, Wang Zhong couldn't resist his cravings any longer. He quickly walked up to a small fried chicken stall and said, "Boss, one fried chicken cutlet. No, make it two. I'll leave the second half-price one here with you, and you can fry it for me later..."

"Sure thing."

The owner of the chicken cutlet stall wiped his slightly greasy forehead with his hand, a happy expression on his face.

Just then.

"Master, the [Released Patrol Crow] just sent an image. Take a look."

A cold electronic voice from the Bluetooth headset on Wang Zhong's right ear transmitted, belonging to the [Intelligent System].

"Here, boss, how much? I'll scan the payment..."

"Fifteen yuan. One fried chicken cutlet is ten yuan..."

"Okay, boss, sent."

At the shop entrance, Wang Zhong said to the shop owner while opening his messaging app. A strange picture then appeared on the screen.

It was two figures wearing black masks and black clothes...

"Master, according to the investigation by this [Released Patrol Crow], these two mysterious figures have been monitoring your direction."

"Heh heh."

"Intelligent System, hack into the numerous surveillance cameras on the surrounding streets, and then, help me find the hiding place of these two guys."

Immediately, Wang Zhong issued a command to this [Intelligent System].

The Intelligent System, which possessed capabilities equivalent to [Hacker LV2], could not infiltrate the data monitoring systems of major corporations. However, in these Slums with such backward surveillance equipment, the intrusion methods the [Intelligent System] could employ were sufficient to easily take over all the street's surveillance cameras.

In less than a minute.

An address sounded in Wang Zhong's ear.

A moment later, Wang Zhong's figure disappeared from the bustling street.

Inside a public restroom.

Wang Zhong, who had changed into a black trench coat, held this [Mechanical Phone A10] in his right hand. He very skillfully pressed the [666] password key, and instantly, a stream of emerald green light imbued with Data Psionic flowed through him.

Rumble!

The next second, a large area of emerald green data runes appeared in Wang Zhong's eyes, and at the same time, an unfamiliar combat experience rapidly loaded into the depths of his memory.

This was precisely the skill [Psionic Datafication LV1].

Strength!

Soon, a powerful strength equivalent to a [Level 3 Psionic Warrior] was flowing within Wang Zhong's body.

"Next, it's time for my new alias to make a move."

As he spoke, Wang Zhong's figure, resembling some masked vigilante, had already disappeared from the restroom.