312: Chapter 312 The First Hunting of the Left Hand

Chapter 312: First Hunt with the Left Hand. "Three people."

The green text quickly analyzed the combat situation. "Heavy firepower configuration. Your core temperature is currently 98 degrees. You can still overdraw for one overload burst. But only for three seconds."

"Enough."

Chen Mo took a deep breath.

The murky air filled his lungs, carrying the smell of rust and blood.

He looked at his left hand.

The matte black metal casing was nearly invisible in the darkness.

This was its first real combat.

"Old Blind Man."

Chen Mo leaned his back against a pillar and said in a low voice, "Throw your flashlight out. Throw it to the right."

The Old Blind Man was stunned for a moment, then immediately understood Chen Mo's intention.

Gritting his teeth, he fished the flashlight out of the water and threw it toward the depths of the pipe on the right with all his might.

The beam of light traced an arc through the air.

The muzzles of those three snipers instinctively followed the light for an instant.

That was the instant.

Chen Mo moved.

This time, he didn't activate the core overload.

What he activated was the High-pressure thruster on his left arm.

This prototype, obtained from the Old Blind Man, had two Miniature solid-state rocket nozzles hidden in the elbow.

It was designed to give heavy cybernetics the ability to dash forward instantaneously.

Boom!

A blue tail flame exploded in the darkness.

Chen Mo shot out like a cannonball, skimming across the surface of the water.

His speed was astonishingly fast.

Those three Cleaners had clearly never seen such a suicidal fighting style.

They turned their muzzles, attempting to lock onto the high-speed moving shadow.

Rat-tat-tat!

Tongues of fire spat out.

Bullets struck the water surface behind Chen Mo, creating rows of impact holes.

But he was too fast.

In the blink of an eye, he had already rushed beneath the elevated pipe.

This mechanical arm didn't just have thrusters; it also had grappling hooks.

Crack!

Alloy claws sprang from the five fingers of Chen Mo's left hand, firmly gripping the metal railing above.

Using the remaining momentum from the thrusters, he swung himself up like a hunting black panther, flipping directly onto the elevated platform.

The first Cleaner had just raised his muzzle.

Chen Mo's left hand had already arrived.

Carrying the remaining kinetic energy of the thrusters, that iron fist slammed hard into the opponent's face visor.

Bang!

It was like smashing a light bulb with a hammer.

That Cleaner's helmet, along with the head inside, was smashed directly into his chest cavity.

Blood and parts exploded outward.

"One."

Chen Mo landed without the slightest pause.

The remaining two Cleaners reacted extremely quickly.

One of them pulled out a High-frequency vibration blade from his waist and slashed down toward Chen Mo's neck.

The other raised his rifle butt, smashing it toward the center of Chen Mo's back.

Perfect coordination.

If it were the old Chen Mo, he would have had to retreat from this move.

But now he had his left hand.

Clang!

Chen Mo raised his left arm, forcefully blocking the vibration blade.

Sparks flew everywhere.

The titanium alloy skeleton let out a piercing screeching sound, but it didn't budge an inch.

That vibration blade, sharp enough to cut through a tank, was actually caught in the gap of Chen Mo's arm armor.

That Cleaner was stunned.

Chen Mo looked at him.

The corner of his mouth curled into a cruel arc.

"This hand is actually quite useful."

Crack.

With a flick of his wrist, Chen Mo directly snapped the opponent's blade.

Then, with a backhanded knife-hand strike, he chopped at the opponent's unprotected neck.

The sound of the cervical vertebrae snapping was very crisp.

"Two."

The Cleaner who was smashing down with his rifle butt froze.

Just two seconds.

Two fully armed companions had turned into corpses.

What kind of monster is this?

That Cleaner stared at Chen Mo through his face visor.

That man, covered in red steam with his left arm glinting with a cold metallic light.

Fear made him pull the trigger.

But the muzzle was pointed at his own communicator.

He was calling for backup.

"Target spotted! Requesting..."

Pfft.

A hand pierced through his chest armor.

Chen Mo's left hand, like stabbing through tofu, plunged into the thick tactical vest and crushed his heart.

"Too noisy."

Chen Mo withdrew his hand and shook off the blood and machine oil.

The corpse fell.

Three seconds.

The battle was over.

"Core temperature 115 degrees," the green text warned. "If you keep playing like this, your brain will be cooked through."

Chen Mo was panting heavily.

His vision was somewhat blurred.

But he didn't care.

He crouched down and fumbled around on the Cleaner whose heart he had crushed.

He found a red access card.

It was printed with a logo he had never seen before.

An Ouroboros.

"That's the logo for 'Biotech'."

The Old Blind Man climbed up from below, panting. Seeing the three corpses on the ground, he trembled with fear. "My god... you really slaughtered these killing gods?"

He looked at Chen Mo's blood-stained left arm, his eyes filled with a bit more awe.

"This hand... I didn't install such a high-powered power furnace, did I?"

The Old Blind Man muttered.

Chen Mo ignored him.

Holding the card, he looked toward the end of the pipe.

There was a heavy airtight door there.

On the door, there was also that Ouroboros logo.

"It seems what we're looking for is inside."

Chen Mo walked to the door.

He swiped the card.

Beep.

The green light turned on.

The airtight door slowly opened.

A blast of cold air, smelling of disinfectant, rushed over them.

It wasn't a sewer inside.

It was a metal corridor illuminated by ghastly white lights.

It was eerily clean.

"Are... are we going in?"

The Old Blind Man swallowed hard. "This place doesn't look like a good place at all."

"You can stay here."

Chen Mo stepped over the threshold without looking back. "And wait for those hundreds of pursuers behind to come down and keep you company."

The Old Blind Man glanced back at the dark sewer.

In the distance, the sound of dense footsteps and dogs barking could already be heard faintly.

"Wait for me!"

The Old Blind Man let out a strange cry and rushed into the doorway clutching his spectrum analyzer.

Thud.

The airtight door slammed shut behind them.

Cutting off the clamor from outside.

And cutting off their retreat.

Chen Mo looked at the endless white corridor before him.

On the walls hung rows of giant glass vats.

They were filled with pale yellow formalin.

In each vat, a person was submerged.

Or rather, a part of a person.

Some had only a head, some only a torso, some had four arms.

Their eyes were all open.

Staring fixedly at Chen Mo as he walked in.

"Welcome."

The green text's voice suddenly became somewhat low. "It seems we've found Scrap Iron City's 'Spare parts warehouse'."

Chen Mo walked to the nearest vat.

A little girl was submerged inside.

She looked only seven or eight years old.

Half of her head had been replaced by metal, and her chest was riddled with tubes.

Chen Mo's fingers lightly touched the cold glass.

This girl's gaze.

Looked exactly like the Chen Nian he had seen in his dream that day.

"Brother..."

A faint voice abruptly rang out in Chen Mo's mind.

It wasn't the green text.

It was a childish, tearful female voice.

Chen Mo's pupils constricted violently.

This wasn't an auditory hallucination.

This voice was transmitted directly into his Neural interface through the Neural connection network of this entire corridor.

"Is this the answer you were looking for?"

Chen Mo clenched his left fist.

The indicator light on that mechanical arm turned crimson.

"I wonder, have you decided how you want to die?"

He looked up at the surveillance camera at the end of the corridor.

Facing that cold lens, he revealed a smile more hideous than a malevolent ghost's.

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