Reincarnation space, but the style is wrong

Chapter 117 Blood Hand Gang
Not long ago, both void rifts were unilaterally closed, causing the two to fall into a single-machine state and unable to connect to the main consciousness.

Although they had anticipated this situation, the slowed thinking caused by the disconnection still made them both feel uncomfortable.

In order to increase computing speed and better integrate into this world, Chen Xingzhi discussed with Dayun Tianzun for a while, and then removed his processor and other components and installed them on himself.

This can be considered as an experience of the feeling of prosthetic ascension.

However, due to this reason, when Dayun Tianzun was in high temperature, his heating processor would even make Chen Xingzhi's whole body hot and smoke from all his seven orifices.

If Chen Xingzhi had not made a slight modification to the genes of this body, it would have been roasted by now.

"The customs of the Wall people are quite unique. Almost everyone will equip themselves with prosthetics, so we don't look out of place."

The voice of Dayun Tianzun never stopped, commenting on everything that Chen Xingzhi saw.

"I'm talking to Lao Yun, can't you just shut up? I've never seen you stop talking all the way here." Chen Xingzhi said helplessly.

"That won't work. My nagging nature is written into the personality matrix. It's one of my identifying features," he said proudly.

Chen Xingzhi didn't know what to say for a moment, so he turned a few corners and walked into an alley.

Behind him, the three gang thugs who had been following him all the way suddenly brightened up their eyes and followed him into the alley.

Before long, there were sounds of punching and kicking, followed by cries for mercy.

"Please spare me, I won't dare to do it again!" The only remaining thug crawled out of the alley, but just when he was about to succeed, a big hand grabbed his scalp and pulled him back.

"Do you know what comes with six legs and leaves with two legs?" The deep voice of Dayun Tianzun came out through the loudspeaker.

Under the pressure of fear, a spark of wisdom flashed through the thug's mind: "Yes, are there three of us?"

"Answer. Wrong!" Chen Xingzhi raised his lips, "The answer is the Wayne family, because I have no intention of letting you go."

A mantis knife instantly extended from his arm and he easily cut off the thug's head.

He quickly reviewed the memories of these three thugs and soon extracted some useful information.

"The Blood Hand Gang is not bad enough. Let's start with them and control the whole city step by step."

"Okay, okay, I've never been a gang leader before, so this is a good opportunity for me." A arrogant voice came from the speaker at his neck.

With a goal in mind, Chen Xingzhi acted much faster.

He no longer wandered leisurely on the streets, but quietly moved to the edge of the Bloody Hand Gang under the cover of shadows.

After silently killing two guards and a secret sentry, he swaggered into the house.

As soon as he entered the room, he killed the bald man closest to him with lightning speed, and then said to the five people who were meeting in the room:

"To all the senior members of the Blood Hand Gang who don't know their specific positions, I have a message for you."

He stomped on the bald man's head and said in a hoarse and fierce voice through the speaker: "The Blood Hand Gang belongs to me now. I don't think you have any objections, right?"

After these words were spoken, the whole audience was silent for a few seconds, and a big man suddenly cursed: "Where did this lunatic come from? How dare you."

Before the big man could finish his words, half of his body was blown off by a cannon.

Blood spurted out from what was left of his body, spraying all over the person sitting next to him.

Chen Xingzhi then slowly retracted the melta gun into his arm and spoke indifferently:
"Anyone else wants to try this shot? Feel free to ask."

You call this a gun?
The rest of the people all had twitching eyes and shrank their heads like quails, not daring to make a sound.

"Very good, it seems we have reached a consensus," Chen Xingzhi nodded with satisfaction, "Call your boss here, I want him to do something."

Hearing this, everyone present looked at each other in bewilderment. After a few seconds of silence, a middle-aged man with glasses stood up and pointed at the bald man whose head he had crushed earlier, and said, "The one you stepped on was our original boss."

"." Chen Xingzhi's face darkened, and the laughter of Dayun Tianzun echoed in his mind.

"Forget it. From now on, you are the second in command after me. Come here. I want to give you a treasure."

The man with glasses was stunned at first, and then he was filled with ecstasy.

It is a good thing to jump from a cadre to the second-in-command in one go.

He walked quickly to Chen Xingzhi, looking forward to the reward he would be promised.

Chen Xingzhi smiled slightly, raised his hand and stroked his head. A small piece of flesh on his hand fell off and turned into a flesh worm that drilled into his head.

The man with glasses didn't feel anything at first, but soon he felt something drilling through his scalp and moving through his flesh.

Although there was no obvious pain, he still felt uncomfortable because of the foreign object entering his body.

In addition, with Chen Xingzhi watching him closely, he did not dare to act rashly, otherwise, he was afraid that he would be the next person to have his head crushed.

As the flesh worm settled down in the bespectacled man's body, his concepts and thinking gradually became distorted, and the look he gave Chen Xingzhi was no longer filled with fear, but with admiration.

"Sir, thank you for giving me a new life." He prostrated himself, his respect evident in his words.

Chen Xingzhi lifted him up, his voice still hoarse: "What's your name?"

"Hanz, that's my name." The man with glasses answered without hesitation.

"Very good, Hands, you will be the second in command of the Blood Hand Gang from now on. Now, go and do what you should do." Chen Xingzhi said with a smile.

Hands seemed to have gained great honor. He turned around and gave his former colleagues the same smile as Chen Xingzhi.

The whispers continued in his ears, and the knowledge of flesh and blood and machinery was imprinted on his mind.

Under Chen Xingzhi's inspiration, he became more sinister and more loyal.

An inspiration that he had never had before flashed through his mind and was kept in his heart. Although Chen Xingzhi never told him what to do next, he understood what to do without any guidance.

In just less than three days, he suppressed the rebellion of the Blood Hand Gang, planned a new structure for the Blood Hand Gang, and used all means to get what Chen Xingzhi needed.

When Hands was ready to start a fight with the other gangs, he came to ask Chen Xingzhi for his opinion.

"You can handle this matter yourself. If there is anything you can't solve, come to me." Chen Xingzhi waved his hand, signaling him to go ahead and do it.

While responding to Hanz, he was also discussing some issues with Dayun Tianzun in his mind.

"From the information collected during this period, it seems that the Vol people were once a technologically advanced civilization. At least when they went to war with the Dawn Federation, their technological level was far higher than it is now."

"Perhaps the war caused the civilization to regress, or it is possible that their civilization itself is constantly regressing." Dayun Tianzun analyzed.

Based on the historical data they collected, it is not difficult to see that the technological level of the Vol people when they were still wandering in the void was even higher than when they launched the war.

"The legend of the Vol people is also very interesting. It is said that they lived on the 'Ring' before wandering in the void. It was not until a 'Great Tear' that they were forced to leave their homeland and wander in the void."

This legend aroused the interest of the two men, and they discussed the possible metaphors behind it.

"'Ring' could refer to a ring world that surrounds a star, or it could refer to a ring world that orbits a planet," Dayun Tianzun speculated with interest. "No matter which one it is, it shows that the Vol people once had an extremely high level of technology."

"Of course, 'Ring' could simply refer to a world with a special structure, or it could simply be their name for the mother world, without any other special meaning."

(End of this chapter)