I am a working emperor in Lobotomy City

Du Jue knocked on the scepter that was broken by the punch, and reached out to take out the chip on the side of his head.

"Boss Jingmei, if the personality chips on these cyborgs are broken off, they are basically the same as ordinary people with brain death."

"Oh? This kind of thing that abandons the body is really unreliable. A card is too fragile."

The scene soon quieted down, and the limbs of the three cyborgs were all torn off and thrown to the ground.

The two cadres asked people to pack up all the jewelry, and after asking Jingmei for instructions, they led the team back to the factory.

In the messy clinic, only Jingmei and Dujue were left alive.

Du Jue broke the chips on the other two people's heads in front of Jingmei.

"Your prosthetic technology is useless against a stray dog."

"But you've seen my skills. Even without the enhanced tattoos, I can handle most things."

"How about this, the Lost Dog wants to do business with the chef in District 23. You can come and make the connection and prove your worth."

"Are you going to go back on your word? You clearly said that if I did this, you would let me join the gang."

Jingmei just smiled contemptuously. He was irritable but not stupid. Did she really think she could deal with him by just saying a few words?

"You can ask other people. I just promised to think about it."

After saying that, Jingmei was too lazy to stay in this shabby place and turned to leave.

Du Jue stood there, watching the electronic clock, and only closed the door again after half an hour had passed. He felt relieved.

"Luckily, these gang illiterates know nothing about prosthetics. I even had to replace the sound card with my head."

"I guess these idiots don't even know what a personality chip is. They're wasting my time."

14 molecular gastronomy

Click.

Avoid inserting personality chips into radios. This is probably a hobby of the cyborg doctor. After all, it is considered an antique in the city.

However, the radio has some extra sockets, which should be for compatibility.

"Stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it!"

Hey!

The series of non-stop sounds made Du Jue's head hurt, so he quickly pressed the switch button.

"What's going on? Aren't we here to stop it?"

Never allow the cyborg doctors in the city to transform you. Look at what these three guys have become.

"Damn it! I trusted you so much, why did you betray me?"

Obviously, without various sensors to perceive the outside world, the three cyborgs were very uneasy.

Du Jue came to their mechanical corpses and observed them, and found that the stray dogs were really cruel and their energy devices were scrapped.

It is probably impossible to restore their bodies in a short time, and Du Jue does not have enough cash to buy three complete sets of prosthetics.

"I have no choice but to ask you to stay in front of the radio, otherwise you won't be able to speak."

Although this mechanical modification is slightly beyond the technology of prosthetics, all that needs to be done is to add two more chip slots and remove useless parts.

Avoid shoving a tiny radio in your pocket and plugging it into wired headphones.

"Stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it!"

"You are sick, stop yelling."

"Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!"

Du Jue was sweating profusely after being yelled at, so he quickly changed to the next song.

"What's going on now? Can you hear me?"

"Well, this is how I get out of this situation. Anyway, you guys are all cybernetic and you don't feel pain."

After the whole story is explained in detail in the future, the chip should not be labeled with the "Ru" logo.

The next song should be 錒鍩鍀.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? I really thought you had abandoned our trust. I was scared to death."

"With your IQ, you can kill me by acting."

"But why can't the three of us talk to each other one by one?"

"Nonsense, you guys are all plugged into the radio, I can only listen to one of these things at a time."

"So what should we do next? I heard that the condition of the dragon doesn't seem to be very good."

Avoid taking a long breath to collect your thoughts.

錒鍩鍀's endless nonsense affects his thinking, so he should avoid switching to the next song directly.

First, you have to complete the task assigned by Jingmei and officially join the Lost Dogs, and then see if you can persuade Jingmei to expand the gang.

According to previous observations, apart from the boss Jingmei, the only cadres in the group should be Zulu and Dino. It would be impossible to manage too many people.

If all else fails, we can only use physical persuasion to persuade the two cadres to give up their positions.

He is loyal to the organization. If he is not promoted, it will be a loss to the organization. We will never allow such things that are detrimental to the development of the organization to happen.

"Don't worry, I'll find a chance to get you new bodies while you're still homeless. Then you can help me take over from behind."

"Once I replace Jingmei as the gang leader, our Brotherhood of Steel will be able to easily usurp our position and may even be able to participate in the meetings of Metropolitan Star Thumb!"

[Quick Gambling News reports to you that the ignorant gang Vacuum Fist has actually provoked the thumb, one of the five fingers. I am afraid that the workload of the scavengers will increase greatly in the future.

Southern Thumb has declared war on Vacuum Fist. I bet these idiots will be wiped out within seven days. Do you have any opinions? Call the hotline to place your bets now, time waits for no one!

This program is sponsored by J Company, and we guarantee that the prize money will be distributed safely! 】

What the hell?

Du Jue has never heard of the Vacuum Fist Gang in the game. I guess they were killed by the thumb this time.

Thinking of this, Du couldn't help but think of placing a bet.

What's the good of working? It's better to get rich overnight after winning the bet.

"Wait! Getting rich overnight is useless."

How could he find himself gambling without realizing it? Du Jue quickly turned off the radio.

"put an end to."

"鏌, you should have heard everything just now, can you please be more normal?"

"I gave you the money."

"I know, I've switched to your channel now and can hear you talking."

"put an end to!"

mute.

As I pushed the door open, I wondered if I had been infected with a virus. Could the cyborgs in the city have electronic mental illnesses?

"Hey"

I am!

Du Jue was so frightened that he jumped up, only for the bald Zulu to lean against the door with his chest crossed.

I wonder if this guy just heard something.

The hand in his pocket clenched the knife.

If you do this, there is no chance that your plan will fail.

In this chaotic city, it is impossible for him to let everyone live in peace, so he must at least let his own people survive.

Even if they only have a personality chip left.

"Why? You're guilty as a thief."

"Come and dance too!"

Zulu looked Dujue up and down, then stepped away from the wall.

"We're going to District 23 next. If you don't have anything to prepare, just follow me now."

"What business is so urgent?"

"Du Jue, now that you are in the probation period, I can relax the requirements, but you'd better pay attention to etiquette."

"When your superior is speaking, subordinates are not allowed to interrupt. They must salute and ask for permission to speak."

"Besides these, the higher-ups have set many other rules like this. You should be aware of them."

"If you make a mistake in the Lost Dog, you'll get scolded at best. But if you run into someone from the Thumb Headquarters, your mouth will be cut off on the spot."

Du Jue suddenly discovered an old acquaintance standing next to a World Wings work experience store.

Run, who was puffing out smoke, glanced at Du Jue vaguely, but immediately looked away.

"Boss Zulu, I haven't eaten a single bite since last night. Why don't you let me take care of it first?"

"Don't go to that human molecular gastronomy place. I heard they're from District 23."

Du Jue found that although Zulu looked cold and taciturn, he was actually quite easy to talk to.

"why?"

"What do you mean by molecular cuisine? It's hard for me to explain it to you."

"Look at this."

Zulu pointed to the feces on the street.

"I've eaten caviar made from potatoes and lychees, as well as rice-based imitation braised pork elsewhere. I personally like this kind of culinary art of decomposition and reassembly."

“But the way this store breaks it down is by starving it for three days and then eating the raw materials to turn it into this.”

“Anyone eats this?!”

I was once again shocked by the behavior of urban people.

“Yeah, it’s very popular among a niche group of people.”

Zulu watched Du Jue glance around at the restaurant signs warily, as if he were a hunter on the lookout for a trap.

Rather than wanting to join, the Zulus are actually more concerned about maintaining their existing status.

Even if Jingmei gave the order to kill those who failed to meet the requirements, Zulu would not use extra violence. Maybe he would have to work with this kid in the future.

After seeing Du Jue enter a fried food restaurant, Zulu left without saying a word.

"Hey, what do you want to talk to me about?"

"I just came to congratulate you on your successful joining the big gang. The commotion you caused yesterday was quite a big one."

"I haven't even started yet. I still have to complete a test before I can officially join, but I'll lend you my blessing."

"If you join, don't forget to tell me. I'll give you a gift."

"Boss Run, you're so polite. I should congratulate you on expanding your network."

What evil is this guy planning? Has he made up his mind to take action against the stray dog?

I don't have to worry about Run's strength. In the city, you can become strong if you have money. At worst, you can take out a loan and go all in.

Even a robot vacuum cleaner can become a nightmare if equipped with expensive killing weapons.

Halfway through the meal, Du Jue left with an excuse because he didn't want to pay for Run's portion.

"Run, is this the Du Jue?"

Ellie at the back table stood up and walked to Run, watching Du Jue's leaving back.

"It's him. I plan to contact Jingmei when the time is right."

"I thought you really wanted to develop him into a spy."

"That's what I thought before, but haven't you watched the news? There's a war going on among the thumbs. What if the stray dogs are preparing for it?"