I'm the King of Wage Earners in Lobotomy City

Just as the doctor, whose head was pressed against the soundproofing material, was about to beg for mercy and struggle, the stun grenade exploded with a loud bang.

The doctor, bleeding from all seven orifices, collapsed weakly against the wall.

Ignoring his trembling right hand and the fact that he was on the verge of fainting, Du Jue turned to face the three members of the Brotherhood of Steel.

"Now that I've saved you, I'm the boss."

"Who is in favor and who is against?"

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"What a waste."

Du Jue touched the newly replaced hearing sensor, let out a long breath, and then looked at the three of them.

Iron Man, who was clearly a ruthless gang member who was ignored by the gaze of the police, remained motionless like a quail.

Even Ai only muttered about preventing the waste of prosthetic implants.

The first to speak was the 鏮鍶錔.

"Hmm-hmm, you saved us, so being the leader is no problem."

Immediately afterward, Ao De also spoke.

"You dared to deal with the other party in that situation; you have a true urban spirit, and I have no objection."

Even after suffering a series of bad things, Du Jue still got excited at this moment, saying that he didn't care if he became deaf as long as he could get promoted.

The three men's gazes were drawn to the creature, which consisted of only a torso and legs, but it turned its head away.

However, after Du Jue pulled out the money she had earned from Finn, her mind turned back to the original point.

"If you can make money, then you're in charge."

Congratulations on your promotion in the Brotherhood of Steel!

[Obtained work item: Blood Pump]

[Description: An advanced prosthetic body that accelerates oxygen supply to the body's cells]

[Effect: After this prosthetic body is installed, it can be actively activated, resulting in a comprehensive improvement in physical attributes over a longer period of time, and accelerated wound healing.]

nice one!

With this thing, at least when facing a tough guy like Jingmei, I won't be left without a chance to react.

If they were in a standoff, Jingmei would throw a long knife at his head without saying a word, and Du Jue would have no chance to dodge it.

Not to mention pulling the pin on a flashbang.

"Then what do we do now? You killed the doctor, how are we supposed to repair our bodies?"

"I can do it, Huiyi, come and help me."

I tore open the syringe packaging, carefully drew half a tube of blood, and began to analyze my blood.

The only one with all four limbs intact, Hui Silun, quickly stood aside, his eyes dazzled by Du Jue's extremely skilled techniques.

"Disinfect the chair and the area around it."

"well."

He was advised against lying down and taking deep breaths, as there was no doctor available and he had to install a blood circulation pump himself, which had to be placed next to his heart.

Even if there were doctors, Du Jue wouldn't dare let that guy operate on him, because if there were too much or too little stuff in his body, it would be fatal.

Fortunately, his cyborg talent gave him extraordinary cyborg modification skills.

"Du-Du Jue, you're not planning to commit suicide, are you?"

Do not bite down on a towel used to wipe sweat and then plunge a knife into your chest. Use precise techniques to quickly cut open the flesh, gradually exposing the heart.

The Brotherhood of Steel remained silent.

Even though they often harvest rat kidneys to sell, they still find the thought of a living person dissecting themselves incredibly disturbing.

Who is the Iron Man?

The three, whose bodies were fully cybernetically modified, had almost forgotten how to breathe. At this moment, they were so shocked that even the cooling fans stopped.

With complete focus, he tried his best to suppress the fear and pain of dissecting himself, resisted the urge to turn his head, stared intently at his bright red chest, and methodically started the auxiliary instruments.

"Well!"

The robotic arm quickly connects the blood pump interface to the circulatory system, and the nerves connect rapidly, bringing a strange stinging sensation to the patient.

Fortunately, although the prosthetics in the clinic were of poor quality, the assistive devices were of acceptable quality.

Du Jue almost bit the towel in his mouth to pieces, slowly moved the robotic arm away, and then began to suture, covered in sweat.

The muscle fascia layer, the superficial fascia layer, the skin layer, and the pleura layer must be sealed up without any mistakes, until a hideous suture mark is left on the chest.

"Fixer".

He stood there stunned until Du Jue called out for the third time before handing over a vest.

Wearing a sternal fixator prevents me from slowly getting out of bed. Touching the surgical scar through the splint, I felt a mix of emotions.

He sewed the card into his chest skin to prevent it from getting lost, since he could directly sense the contents on it anyway.

Would you say we're now truly connected with Kajikistan?

"What did you pack for yourself? It doesn't seem to be from the clinic."

Ao De, supporting himself on one leg, asked in confusion, but was met with a refusal in return.

"are you ready?"

Du Jue walked up to the man and pulled him up.

"Wh-what?"

"Of course it's about restoration and renovation, and making big money."

Of course, it's about betraying you to the scoundrels and then finding a way to join them!

The Brotherhood of Steel has been drained dry; eliminating violent gangs like the Stray Dogs might offer a more direct path to advancement.

However, before that, he needs to increase the value of the Brotherhood of Steel in order to increase his bargaining power in negotiations with Jingmei.

"Look—it seems that in the city, you are our senior."

"I believe you."

As always, they showed their support.

Indeed, you've even forgotten the importance of not trusting others in the city. Let me teach you a lesson.

With a well-thought-out plan, he put on a smile and displayed all the prosthetic bodies in the small clinic.

Most of them were of inferior quality, but there were also some good ones, enough for the Brotherhood of Steel to make a comeback.

Looking at the confident Du Jue and his fixed vest, the three suddenly felt that he was indeed a born leader, possessing an urban spirit that would even abandon life for the sake of life.

"It's so expensive, why don't you not carry it on me, and sell it instead?"

"Your life is more important to me than money."

If you're all rotten fish and shrimp, what value do you have left to sell?

The severely damaged prosthetic eye stared at Du Jue's face, unable to understand why Du Jue could say such things and do such things.

Her father was willing to sell her mother for money to get into the agency, and her mother was willing to sell her father for intelligence fees from the gang.

The neighbors even sold her brothers and sisters to Lane 23, not to be prostitutes, but to be made into food.

It's hard to imagine that District 23 would take cannibalism for granted, just as it's incomprehensible to Du Jue's thoughts and ideas.

"Really?"

Exhausted, Du Jue lay back in his chair, feeling a surge of pride as he looked at the three Iron Men he had refurbished, completely ignoring Du Jue's questions.

Some were charging, some were sleeping; the Brotherhood of Steel finally had a rare chance to catch their breath.

Click.

Du Jue stretched, making a sound as his bones loosened, but was startled the moment he opened his eyes.

Blood pump!

At the moment of triggering, the blood in the circulatory system surges, significantly increasing body temperature and overall physical condition.

The world seemed to be moving at a slower pace.

This prosthetic body is amazing; it eliminates the illusion that it can easily beat up a stray dog.

"You want to be a mechanical ghost, don't you? Why are you so close to me when I'm sleeping?!"

I'm sorry.

Ai lowered her head slightly, a sight that surprised Du Jue, because her actions didn't seem like those of a machine, but rather like those of a human.

No, Du Jue thinks she's a bit crazy; she's just a human being.

"Everything's fully charged, right? Unplug it now, let's get going."

"Are we... going to run away?"

"Run away my ass! Not only are we not running away, we're going to expand our recruitment here and grow bigger and stronger!"

"But—but the stray dogs are too strong. If we stay here, we'll have to pay them tribute. We might as well go somewhere else."

Du Jue looked at the rebuttal and thought that this guy might have been traumatized by the beating.

"Can't we report them even if we can't beat them? They're making such a big fuss here, there must be some people in the association who want to wipe out the gangs and advance their own goals."

"Don't be afraid of difficulties; face them bravely!"

"I—we're a gang too, aren't we?"

It's time to break the silence; it seems it's still difficult to fool these people into going to their deaths.

However, he quickly came up with a solution.

"What about the money we've worked so hard to save?"

Although the money the fraternity had saved up had absolutely nothing to do with eliminating [the problem], he still had a strong sense of ownership.

The brightness of Ai's new prosthetic eye increased instantly.

"Du-Du is right, even if we have to run away, we have to get the money back."

"This group of people is sweeping around everywhere, so their base must be poorly defended. With this stronger cybernetic body, we might be able to make a profit!"

8 Garbage Collectors

"Right here!"

The raggedly dressed garbage collector excitedly pointed the way ahead, with Jingmei and her group following closely behind.

The crowd looked at the chaotic clinic, with all sorts of metal fragments and prosthetics piled up together, but not a single living thing in sight.

"Jingmei, I've already told you, only an idiot would believe these garbage collectors who live in trash cans. This is just an abandoned prosthetic clinic."

Zulu, the bald man standing on the right with his arms crossed, complained irritably, while Dino, the white-haired man next to him, looked at the garbage collector with a strange expression.

"Impossible, would the garbage collectors dare to mess with us?"

"Maybe they ran away."

Dino pulled out the portrait tucked into his waistband and checked it with the garbage collector again.

He found it in the old camera footage; it was a little blurry, but he could still recognize Du Jue's face.

Bang!

Jingmei's fist, adorned with iron rings, slammed into the garbage collector's face, instantly causing him to cough up a mouthful of blood mixed with a large number of broken teeth.

Jingmei grabbed the dying garbage collector and roared with wide eyes.

"I'm a man of my word!"

"If you find it, you'll get paid; if you don't, you can die in place of that shiny bastard!"