I am a working emperor in Lobotomy City

The doctor, with the back of his head pressed against the soundproofing cotton, was about to struggle and beg for mercy when the stun grenade exploded with a bang.

The doctor, bleeding from all seven orifices, fell helplessly against the wall.

Ignoring his trembling right hand, Du Jue, who was almost fainting, turned around to face the three members of the Brotherhood of Steel.

"Now, I saved you, so I'm the boss."

"Who is in favor and who is against?"

7. Do a big job

"What a waste."

Du Jue touched the replaced hearing sensor and let out a long sigh, then looked at the three people.

The iron man who was glanced at by Du Jue was obviously a gang member who killed people without blinking an eye, but he stood there motionless like a quail.

Even Luo just grumbled about preventing the waste of prosthetic implants.

鏮鍶錶 was the first to speak.

"Uh-huh, you saved us, so it's okay for you to be the boss."

Immediately afterwards, 錒鍩鍀 also spoke.

"You dared to deal with him in that situation. You have a true urban spirit. I have no objection."

Even though he had suffered a series of bad things, Du Jue was still excited at this moment. As long as he could get a promotion, it didn't matter if he became deaf.

The three people focused their attention on Luo, who turned his head away with only his torso and legs left on his body.

But when Du Jue took out the money he earned from Finn, her mind came back.

"If you can make money, then you have the final say."

[Congratulations on your promotion in the Brotherhood of Steel]

[Obtain work item: Blood Pump]

[Description: Advanced prosthesis that accelerates oxygen supply to body cells]

[Effect: After this prosthesis is installed, it can be activated actively, achieving comprehensive physical improvement over a long period of time, and accelerating the healing of injuries.]

nice one!

With this thing, at least I won't have a chance to react when facing a tough guy like Jingmei.

If during the confrontation, Jingmei threw the long knife at his head without saying a word, Du Jue would have no way of dodging it.

Not to mention pulling off a flashbang.

"Then what should we do now? You killed the doctor, how are we going to repair our body?"

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

He tore open the syringe packaging, drew out half a tube of blood directly, and began to analyze his own blood.

The only one with all four limbs intact, Liao Xiliang, quickly stood aside, dazzled by the extremely skilled techniques.

"Handy, disinfect the chair and the area around it."

"well."

Du Jue lay in the chair and took deep breaths. Since there was no doctor, he had to install the blood pump himself. This thing had to be installed next to the heart.

Even if there was a doctor, Du Jue would not dare to let that guy perform surgery on him, in case something was missing or added to his body, it would be fatal.

Fortunately, his cyborg talent gave him extraordinary cyborg transformation technology.

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

He bit the towel to wipe his sweat and then stabbed his chest with a knife. His precise technique quickly cut through the flesh and blood, gradually exposing his heart.

The Brotherhood of Steel fell silent.

Even though they often sold rat kidneys, they still found the scene of a living person dissecting himself extremely creepy.

Who is the Iron Man?

The three people who had their entire bodies modified with prosthetics almost forgot how to breathe, but at this moment they were so shocked that even the cooling fans stopped.

He concentrated his attention on enduring the fear and pain of dissecting himself, suppressed the urge to turn his head, stared at the red chest, and started the auxiliary equipment in an orderly manner.

"Well!"

The robot quickly connected the blood pump interface to the circulatory system, and the nerves were connected quickly, bringing a strange tingling sensation to the patient.

Fortunately, although the prosthesis in the clinic is of poor quality, the quality of the auxiliary equipment is still acceptable.

Du Jue almost bit the towel in his mouth to pieces, slowly moved the robotic arm away, and then began to sew with sweat all over his forehead.

The muscle fascia layer, the superficial subcutaneous fascia layer, the skin layer, and the pleural layer, each layer was sealed without any error until hideous suture marks were left on the chest.

"Retainer."

He stood there in a daze, and only handed over a vest after Du Jue called out for the third time.

I put on the sternum fixator, which prevented me from getting out of bed. I touched the surgical scar through the splint, feeling mixed emotions.

He sewed the Kaji card into the skin of his chest to prevent it from being lost. Anyway, he could directly sense the content on it.

Now I can be considered to be connected with Kaji.

"You-you packed something in yourself, it doesn't look like it's from the clinic."

Supporting himself on one leg, 錒鍩鍀 asked doubtfully, but the response he received was a refusal question.

"are you ready?"

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

"W-what?"

"Of course it's to restore and renovate it, and make a lot of money."

Of course, I will sell you out to the stray dogs and then find a way to join them!

The Brotherhood of Steel has been drained dry, and eliminating violent gangs like the Lost Dogs might provide a more direct boost for themselves.

But before that, he needs to increase the value of the Brotherhood of Steel in order to increase his bargaining chips with Jingmei.

"See-it seems that in the city, you are our senior."

"I believe you."

鏮鍶錔 is as supportive as ever.

That's true. You've even forgotten not to trust others in the city. Let me teach you a lesson.

Du Jue, who had made a good plan, put on a smile and displayed all the prostheses in the small clinic.

Most of it was shoddy stuff, but there were some good ones, enough for the Brotherhood of Steel to make a comeback.

The three of them looked at the confident Du Jue and the fixed vest he was wearing, and suddenly felt that he was indeed a natural leader, possessing the urban spirit of giving up even his own life.

"It's so expensive. Why don't you just put it on me and sell it."

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

If you are all rotten fish and shrimp, are you still worth selling out?

The severely damaged prosthetic eye of the dragon was locked on Du Jue's face, unable to understand why Du Jue could say such words and do such things.

Her father could sell her mother for money in order to enter the agency, and her mother could sell her father for intelligence fees for the gang.

Neighbors also sold her brothers and sisters to Alley No. 23, not to serve as customers, but to be made into food.

It was hard for him to imagine that District 23 took cannibalism for granted, and he also couldn't understand Du Jue's thoughts.

"R-really?"

Du Jue, exhausted, lay on the chair. Looking at the three iron men he had refurbished, he felt a surge of pride in his heart and ignored Luo's questions.

Recharging and sleeping, the Brotherhood of Steel finally had a rare chance to catch their breath.

Click.

As Du Jue stretched, his whole body made a sound of bones stretching, but when he opened his eyes, he was startled.

Blood pump!

At the moment of triggering, the blood in the circulatory system rushes suddenly, causing the body temperature and physical fitness to increase significantly.

The world in my eyes seemed to slow down a bit.

This prosthesis is so powerful that it can definitely beat up a stray dog.

"You want to be a mechanical ghost, right? Why are you getting so close to me while I'm sleeping?!"

"S-Sorry."

Luo lowered her head slightly, and her look surprised Du Jue a little, simply because her actions did not seem like those of a machine, but more like those of a human.

No, Du Jue felt that he was a little crazy, but he was just a human being.

"Everything is charged, right? Unplug it quickly and we'll set off immediately."

"Are you-going to run away?"

"Run away, for fuck's sake! Not only are we not running away, we're going to expand our enrollment here and make it bigger and stronger!"

"But-but the stray dogs are too strong. If we stay here, we'll have to pay tribute to them. We might as well move to another place."

Du Jue looked at the rebuttal and felt that this guy might have suffered a psychological trauma from the beating.

"Can't we report it if we can't defeat them? They're making such a big fuss here, there must be someone in the association who wants to wipe out the gang's progress."

"Don't be afraid when encountering difficulties, we must face them bravely!"

"I-We're a gang too, right?"

Du Jue is silent. It seems that it is difficult to trick these people into committing suicide.

But he quickly thought of a countermeasure.

"What about the money we saved so hard?"

Although the money the fraternity had previously saved had nothing to do with Du Jue, he still had a strong sense of ownership.

The brightness of the new artificial eye of the dragon increased instantly.

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

"This group of people are raiding everywhere, so their base must be under-defended. With this more powerful prosthetic, maybe we can make a profit!"

8. Garbage Man

"Right, right here!"

The ragged garbage man excitedly pointed the way ahead, and Jingmei and his group followed closely behind.

Everyone looked at the messy clinic, where all kinds of metal fragments and prostheses were piled together, but there was not a single living thing.

"Jingmei, I've already told you that only a moron would believe these garbage men who live in garbage cans. This is just an abandoned prosthetic clinic."

The big bald Zulu standing on the right with his arms crossed complained dissatisfiedly, while the white-haired Dino next to him looked at the garbage man strangely.

"Impossible. Does the Junk Man have the guts to play tricks on us?"

"Maybe he ran away."

Dino pulled out the portrait tucked into his waist and checked with the garbage man again.

He found it from the camera at that time. It was a little blurry but it was recognizable as Du Jue's face.

Bang!

Jingmei punched the garbage man in the face with her fist covered in iron rings, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood mixed with a lot of broken teeth.

Jingmei strangled the dying garbage man and roared with wide eyes.

"I'm a stickler for promises!"

"If you find it, I'll give you money, but if you can't find it, you'll die for that shiny bastard!"