Cyber Heroes

"Ah hahahahaha! Ah hahahaha!" Willy lay in Enoch's carriage, his eyes rolled and looked towards the sky; "Man! People! hahaha... many people... good Fun...Aaaaaahhhh! hahahahaha!"

"Trash." Enoch was annoyed. He really didn't expect that Willie was so unhelpful.

The Dyson principle prohibits the production and sale of overwhelming majority addictive items. Once offended, you will lose your asylum. Ethanol is allowed for personal use, but when it is used for non-power purposes, the intake is strictly limited, and it cannot exceed 0.3% of the body's weight.

However, some good things that are "physically non-addiction" can still be sold.

For example, directly break through the brain-machine barrier, inject testosterone, and stimulate the brain with electric current.

It is said that this is also a tradition, and Dyson's Law has existed when it appeared. Traditional men will choose to play this way after playing a martial arts game or after watching a competition.

Enoch especially likes this set. He became a heavy machine before puberty. It stands to reason that he simply has no organs that secrete testosterone, and there are not even many parts that need testosterone regulation [such as skeleton, muscle].

Normally, he should not have a concept of "the opposite sex" for the rest of his life.

Enoch will never forget the day when he first received this kind of service from a technician. As the tube of liquid entered his brain, he felt himself ignited. It was a feeling he had never felt before, he didn't know how to describe it. The chaotic current released by the biological brain puzzled his mechanical body.

I don't know...

There is an impulse, as if to destroy this body, breaking out of the cocoon.

He doesn't even remember how he returned to town that day. He should have broken something. At that time, Julia scolded him. The instinct in his genes told him that he wanted to enter Julia's database...or something. He wants to visit...want...

It must be the shot that made him crazy.

Therefore, Enoch also particularly understands Willy's current situation. This poor guy has no money, maybe he hasn't simply experienced this kind of thing?

Enoch has spent a lot of money on the service station over the years. Including bringing Willy over this time, he didn't feel too distressed. His dream, in addition to being "with Julia", is to become a "acquaintance" of the service station boss. It is said that the service station Boss still has some image research materials of humans in the old age. That thing is very mysterious, only a few regular customers can see it.

He wants to join those people...

"Bang"!

An empty sound.

Enoch is a little annoyed. Although he does not have a tactile sensor, other sensing devices are still sensitive. His driving system showed that he suddenly had a weight of about 200 kg in multiple places on his body. Combined with that sound, there was only one answer.

He was entangled by the roller rider again.

The roller skaters are a group of hooligans, villains and hooligans. Most of them have nothing to do and rely on running errands for people to survive. Enoch never felt that this was a tight job. Most of them can't afford a serious power system, so they rely on a vacuum suction cup, a set of chains and a family of pulleys to ride a ride.

Every transporter hates these parasites that stick to people at every turn.

Enoch called up the map, began to recall the surrounding route, and wanted to find a curve-it is best to make a sharp turn, you can simply and neatly threw the pulley away.

In this situation, even if the roller skater is thrown to death, he will not violate the Dyson principle. The behavior of the roller passenger is itself "using the owner's materials without the owner's consent"-in particular "fuel" here. Although this kind of behavior will not make the skater lose "asylum", but this kind of behavior is not worthy of asylum. If the death of the roller passenger is caused during the counterattack by the owner, the owner will not lose the "protection".

But then, there are a few beeps of "dang dang dang". The sucker seemed to fall off and reattached to his body. Each time, the suction cup will be moved forward.

——what the hell?

Enoch was taken aback and hurriedly braked. A black silhouette rushed in front of him. Willy's body was thrown out of the car almost at the same time, and fell to the ground with a snap. Then, he turned his left wheel forward and his right wheel backward, making an emergency turn.

But a sucker is already on the front of his car.

With the sound of the winch tightening, a small silver prosthetic body with four hands leaned up: "Hey, dear Enoch friend, stop, okay?"

The man's voice is very gentle. Enoch originally wanted to shake the front of the car and hit it, but the opponent's movements stopped his thoughts.

A half-meter-long barrel is pointed at the area where his biological brain is located.

This is a modern firearm with electromagnetic excitation. Before the recoil pushes the muzzle open, it can fire several rounds. These bullets are like an incoherent alloy lance, enough to tear the outer shell of a civilian machine like him.

Enoch was so nervous that the engine made a wu wu noise: "Mr. Leif...I'm sorry, I...I just didn't recognize you!"

He knew this guy. This man was named "Leif", and he lost his "asylum" because of murder many years ago.

Lost "asylum" is a very bad thing. This means that anyone who kills you will not lose shelter. The lord and his Martial Artist will not prevent anyone from killing you.

On this basis, if you do anything that contradicts the "Dyson Principle", the lord will issue an arrest warrant to you.

In other words, losing "asylum" does not mean "Death", it just means that the first under the heavens violent group will never stop others from killing you.

Whether it is homomorphic revenge, blood revenge, or something else, it's free.

In this case, the thugs who can survive are all somewhat capable.

Killing those who have lost their asylum will not lose the asylum of civilization.

Therefore, "civilization and order" still exist in the periphery of the city and in various settlements.

But in the wilderness far from the city, barbarism is the main theme.

Those mobs who came to the wilderness to avoid chasing after losing their shelter are fighting each other there again.

Then, hug each other to keep warm and lick each other's wounds.

This is the "thug".

Most of the thugs who can survive there are Martial Artists who know both martial arts no matter how bad they are.

This is the existence of ordinary people recruiting cannot afford to offend.

Enoch even knew the thug in front of him. This guy's prosthesis is very short, less than 1.5 meters high, but very stocky. The bright red "Z" mark on his head is his pass to run wild.

He saw this man at the service station. It's just that Leif, who has retained more biological organs, never enjoys service with a large machine like Enoch. He usually goes to the other house next door. Enoch never don't dare provoke these thugs. Only once, Leif suddenly had a thought, came to the service station of the heavy machinery, and gave his brain an injection.

"Vulgar! Virtual! But it's too strong!" Leif said after a trance.

Enoch was in the parking lot next door to Leif at the time. He had the courage to speak: "en."

The two of them had just such a friendship, all in the service station. Sometimes, Leif would also come to the service station here to give his brain a shot of testosterone, and then use electrodes to stimulate his brain with a few milliamps. But this is also limited to Leif's own interests. Enoch was also very attentive to this strong man. If two people happened to be next to each other, Leif would occasionally chat with Enoch casually when the electrical signals in the brain were still running around, about the murder and arson in the wilderness.

At this time, Enoch felt like he was pretty awesome. Although these thugs have lost the asylum of civilization, they are still alive, and some of them live very smartly, they are powerhouses.

Being able to chat with such a powerful character, he is a lot stronger than the townsfolk.

In the face of Leif, he really didn't dare to have any disrespect.

"Mr. Leif, what are you doing in the city this time?" Enoch desperately adjusted the parameters of his voice generator, trying to make himself sound more obedient: "When we were playing at the service station just now , Didn’t you see you? Didn’t say hello to you?"

"Oh, my dear Enoch brother, if you say that, it will make people think that I came to the city to enjoy service." Leif points He clicked his forehead: "Our boss will also check the memory. Aren't you harming me?"

"I...I..." Enoch felt that his clutch was opening and closing abnormally. He was very upset.

If it weren't for knowing Leif, he might have been scared of the error.

"Don't do this, don't do this, friend." Leif took off the sucker affectionately. Patted Enoch's car front: "It's not so good to talk to someone like me who has lost the asylum of civilization. Yes. Don't be afraid."

"Lost asylum" is just "losing asylum". Human citizens have no obligation to kill these thugs, nor are they obliged to stay away from them. How you want to treat them is your freedom-this is really "whatever you want". You can kill them and deceive their private finances without leaving any negative comments. Doing business with them is Yes, it is allowed to make friends with them.

Some self-sustaining thugs will also come to the city. They will indeed face a variety of attacks. But if others want to kill them, they must also consider the issue of "capital".

Thugs go to the city to shop, repair, and also enjoy services.

Of course, they will also ask for information.

These thugs also have to abide by some rules. For example, they cannot easily attack settlements sheltered by lords. They survived only because the lord and other "Martial Artists" believed that their guilt was not enough, and the cost of strangling them might be too high.

But once a certain limit is exceeded and the lord feels "should be killed", then these thugs will be over.

They occasionally attack individuals in the wild, and they hide their bodies in the process. They will never attack sheltered settlements.

But when a settlement loses the shelter of civilization...hehe.

"Enoch brother, I just heard one thing, a very interesting thing." Leif laughed: "I remember, you are from the town of recycling bins, right?"