Right on Target

The audience held their breath, only the barrage was still being refreshed wave after wave. After two seconds, Su Heting automatically disconnected the brain-computer interface.

The world turned upside down, and the cheers followed.

"It's over," the host came back to his senses, chewed out the astonishment, and applauded Su Heting in a sophisticated and professional tone, "The winner is king! Audience friends, let us shout the name of the cat, he is tonight The slam king!"

The atmosphere at the scene was frenzied, and the camera followed Su Heting. But he stood there, not interacting with the audience, like a stone in a pot of boiling water, without even a smile.

"Cub's ranking is rising rapidly, this is the first place in the points competition this month! Let's take a look at his overall ranking..."

The spotlight flashed onto Su Heting's eyes.

See fart.

He tightened the hood of his sweater so that his face was almost buried in it.

"If you win, you still put on a bad face." The hermit's heart was still immersed in the battle situation, and it was pounding with tension. He let go of his hand holding the sleeve, and found that his palm was wet: "I thought the other person was going to die."

"Aren't you excited?" Jiali turned back to her body that was dragged crookedly by the hermit, and looked at the close-up on the screen, "Why is he hiding his face?" Jiali tapped on her display screen, "Brat, show your face , What a great publicity opportunity."

Su Heting couldn't hear Jiali's cry of hating iron and steel outside the arena, his eyes wandered, passed through the noisy arena, and saw King Shen.

King Shen leaned on the recliner with his heavy head drooping. The connecting cable on the back of his neck was not unplugged, and he kept the sitting posture when he entered the game, as if he was asleep. The referee knelt down to check King Shen's life monitor, and a minute later, he was officially declared dead.

"Congratulations!" The manager squeezed out from the crowd, and gave Su Heting water as if offering a treasure, overjoyed, "Win again, it's a beautiful win! You can rest assured this month, and then we'll see how the points are ranked in the overall list."

Su Heting's communication with the manager was limited to competitions. He didn't care about the overall score, but asked instead: "Does King Shen often change legs?"

"He changes everything." The manager was eager to talk to Su Heting more at the moment, so he took the initiative to explain, "Shen Wang has strong funds, and his physical fitness is implanted on a monthly basis. He changed his arm last time, last time he changed it..."

Su Heting asked: "Are they all implants?"

"Of course it's an implant," the manager puzzled. "Oh, do you want to ask him what modifications he has made to his body?"

no.

Su Heting wanted to ask about those legs.

Remodeling surgery began as a service for people with disabilities.

As long as there is no problem with the human brain, it can send control instructions to the limbs, which is normal. But if unfortunately a limb is injured, or the nervous system is damaged and you can't move, you need an implant. The implant replaces the injured part, and then communicates with the brain through the brain-computer interface. The two sides work together to restore the person to normal, so the traditional implant can be regarded as a prosthesis.

Later, due to the participation of artificial intelligence, the transformation surgery in the new world went to an extreme. It changed from "returning people to normal" to "strengthening limbs", but it is still the cooperation of brain-computer interface and implants.

The strange thing about King Shen's legs is that they are unreformed fleshy legs, and they are not implants that can be reused casually, which is not the same thing as splicing people.

"You asked me to pay attention to his legs," Su Heting looked directly at the manager, "are you implying that my legs are not his?"

The manager was dumbfounded, and he quickly waved his hands: "I want to remind you that his foot is very stable, so it's not easy to hit. How could those legs not be his? At most, they imitated Titan's tattoo."

Su Heting put his hands into his pockets, his eyes darkened slightly.

Tattoos can be faked, but others cannot. He was 100% sure that those legs belonged to Titan.

Just puzzling.

Why did Wei Zhixin put a pair of fleshy legs on King Shen? Is it for intimidation?

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Su Heting would meet with Jiali every time after the competition, exchanging news with Jiali on the pretext of eating mushrooms. But it was inconvenient today, because he saw the monks waiting in full force as soon as he walked out of the arena.

"Ah," Su Heting flicked his tail unhappily, "Why are you still here?"

"I have to protect you," the monk persuaded earnestly, seeing that it was getting dark, like a teaching director, "Go home? Don't play outside. Wandering around at night is the easiest way to enter the prison."

Su Heting: "..."

He said, "I'll have a meal."

"Don't bother." The monk got up and motioned Su Heting to look at the street.

There was an armored car parked there, along with a group of armed group members with guns.

There is something in the monk's words: "The food at home is ready, just waiting for you."

When Su Heting saw the gun, he gave in honestly, with a good attitude, and took the initiative to get in the car.

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The game is over and the betting is over. Wei Zhixin's name seemed to be static, covered by a "KO", not only announcing Shen Wang's failure, but also his failure. But Wei Zhixin did not lose his temper, on the contrary, he was very satisfied with the result.

"This trick can't be used in reality." Wei Zhixin paused, leaned forward, and carefully observed Su Heting in the projection, "It's a fire bomb."

Su Heting in the picture happened to raise his hand and aimed at King Shen. The "X" in his right eye just emerged, and his fingers were covered in flames.

Wei Zhixin concentrated on paying attention, and smiled after a long while: "It's really shameless."

This trick is the same as King Shen's giantization, it can only be played in the virtual world, and it cannot be done in reality, unless Su Heting's right hand is also an implant with a gun barrel hidden in it.

In order to find out the usefulness of Su Heting's modified eye, Wei Zhixin specially compensated Shen Wang, but the result was not satisfactory, at least he knew that the modified eye had a locking function.

He pressed start to get the projection moving again.

The fire waves in the picture swayed, and Su Heting's ears were blown by the wind. The "X" in his right eye quickly faded after the shot, as if it only existed for a few seconds.

Because of the continuous playback, the living room has been occupied by the sound effect of "Boom—". Wei Zhixin sat alone on the sofa, his figure covered by projections. Every now and then he would pause and say something, but no one in the living room answered.

The man with the steel knife sat cross-legged at the door, as quiet as if he didn't exist.

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Su Heting put on the induction lock again, and sat back in a familiar place. When the headlights came on, he raised his hand and asked, "Excuse me, where's my meal?"

The window swung open, and the monk brought out a plate of corn-fried mushrooms and a bowl of soybean rice, and placed them in front of Su Heting.

fraud.

Su Heting said: "Last time it was a large plate of chicken."

"The last time was the last time," the monk said seriously, "you didn't say you would eat big plate chicken every meal."

Su Heting scoops out the soybean rice with a spoon, mixes it with the corn-fried mushrooms, and stirs them up again. The monk thought he was protesting, but he didn't say anything.

"It's so early?" The door opened, and the eldest sister walked in with a tray, sat down opposite Su Heting, and greeted the monk, "Let's eat together."

"Is this how your food is?" Su Heting ate, "I heard that the armed group has food supplements."

"It's only about ten yuan a day. It's not bad to add a piece of artificial meat." The eldest sister said, "Today's game was pretty rough, and there is something about this modified eye."

"For the competition," Su Heting ate up the rest of the meal in a few mouthfuls, "It won't be used in reality."

The power of that fire bomb made people fearful, and the eldest sister suspected that Su Heting was not telling the truth. This kid is very cunning, and he never showed his cards.

"The last time you were in the punishment area," the elder sister gestured with her finger to the gun, "why didn't you kill the inspector with this move?"

"In order to lighten your burden," Su Heting didn't answer seriously, "You can't afford two hundred thousand, can you, big sister?"

"Thank you for your thoughtfulness, son of a bitch." The eldest sister stared at Su Heting, "I haven't celebrated your mention of Wei Zhixin's assassination list yet."

"How should I put it... I'm not afraid of Wei Zhixin." Su Heting packed up the dishes and looked at the eldest sister. The scar on the corner of his mouth is almost healed, and he is a little uncomfortable when he smiles: "You are afraid of him."

Only Xing Tian's interests are being damaged in this matter.

"When I die, no one will go to the penalty area for you. If he dies, Wei Da wants to settle accounts with you," Su Heting said, "Have you been tossing and turning every night these days, trying to find a way to turn hostility into friendship?"

"The stitchers who are willing to enter the penalty area for us are lined up," the eldest sister said softly, her head unchanged, "don't be too arrogant."

Su Heting tilted his head, motioning for the elder sister to speak louder: "Ah—? What did you say?"

If there was someone who could replace Su Heting, the elder sister would never go to such a trouble to let the monk protect him. They were trying to see each other, and they were already at a disadvantage in the face of Su Heting.

The eldest sister put her head on her chin with both hands, indifferent to Su Heting's provocation. She wore big silver waves today, and the sides of her cheeks were clean, highlighting the heroic spirit between her eyebrows and eyes. She was very calm, as if she had experienced countless provocations, she didn't even move her brows.

She said: "We have a good deal and a good amount. A Wei Zhixin will not let us argue. You see, I will let the monk follow you to protect your safety at all times. If you think it is not enough, I can send another person. Son, The great cause of human liberation is counting on you, so why bother to play with silly kids like Wei Zhixin? You stay here, give me three days, and I will make him stay away from you."

The eldest sister stared at Su Heting the whole time when she spoke. Her words are sincere, her tone is steady, her eyes are firm, and she is a master at fooling people.

Su Heting said, "Three days?"

The eldest sister replied affirmatively: "Three days."

"If he's still lingering after three days," Su Heting narrowed his reformed eyes, "you don't care what I do."

The monk heard the killing intent, he wanted to say something, but swallowed it back.

He couldn't refute the elder sister's words on the spot, that would make the elder sister's deterrent effect on Su Heting less, but he was familiar with Wei Zhixin's temper.

This is too difficult.

"Then what am I doing these three days?" Su Heting straightened his body, whimsical, "Sleep?"

"Do some post-dinner exercise." The eldest sister didn't give him a break, and directed his gaze to the bottom of the chair. "You can go to the punishment area."

Su Heting didn't even need to move, the interface under the chair was automatically exposed. Feeling like a tool man, he gave an emotionless "yeah" and inserted his tail into the socket.

"No text bombing," he said, "leave me alone."

The picture in front of me immediately blurred, and the wet feeling of the rainy day invaded from under my feet. Su Heting heard the sound of rain, the never-ending torrential rain—

"Welcome to the penalty area.

"Information confirmed.

"This experience lasts for 24 hours. Please pay attention to your health at all times to avoid sudden death from excitement.

"Say it again…"

Su Heting opened his eyes again, and found himself sitting on the bench at the intersection again. The torrential rain blocked some of his sight. He stretched his neck and looked across.

On the opposite side was a man holding an umbrella, with a cold arc on his exposed chin. Su Heting didn't make any sound, but the other party seemed to sense his upline, and slowly raised the canopy of the umbrella.

The cross star earrings flashed.

-yeah.

Su Heting thought.

Do I **** need to say hello before I run?