319: Chapter 319 The Monster is Looking in the Mirror

Chapter 319: The Monster Looking in the Mirror. The rain was still falling.

Acid rain drummed against the bulletproof glass of the hovercar, making crisp sounds like bones snapping.

The cockpit was very quiet.

Only the red warning light on the dashboard flickered rhythmically, like a dying heart.

Chen Mo leaned back in the driver's seat.

His right hand rested on the control stick, his fingers as stiff as if they had been welded in place.

Blood was still dripping from his left sleeve.

The blood fell onto the expensive leather seat and was quickly absorbed by a special nano-coating, leaving no trace.

This car was Li Wenbo's private vehicle.

So clean.

So clean it made one want to vomit.

"Sir..."

The Old Blind Man huddled in the passenger seat, still clutching the empty detonator tightly.

He was probably scared witless and had forgotten that the thing was useless now.

"Where... where are we going?"

The Old Blind Man swallowed. "I just dismantled this car's positioning system, but those Biotech bastards definitely have other ways to track us. Driving this is no different from being a sitting duck."

"To your shop."

Chen Mo stared at the curtain of rain ahead.

His vision was a bit blurry.

Not because of blood loss.

But because of the words on his retinas.

They had changed.

No longer that gentle, fluorescent green data stream.

They had turned red.

A blood-like crimson.

[System reboot complete]

[Current module loaded: T-10 Fire Control System (Unauthorized/Cracked Version)]

[Warning: Host's mental threshold is too low. Recommended to enable "Auto-Pilot" mode.]

[Pilot Simulation: Kill the nearby high-carbon lifeform (Old Blind Man) to obtain biological electrical energy to replenish the core. Success rate: 100%.]

The corner of Chen Mo's eye twitched.

The index finger of his right hand jerked uncontrollably.

He was thinking about how to kill the Old Blind Man.

No weapon needed.

Just crush the second cervical vertebra, or pierce the eye socket with a finger to destroy the frontal lobe.

This thought wasn't his.

It was like a slimy venomous snake crawling up his spine and into his brain.

That was the logic of the T-10.

It was the collective consciousness of the hundreds of monsters in that factory.

"Sir?"

The Old Blind Man pulled his neck in.

He felt it.

The aura of the young man beside him had changed.

On the ruins just now, Chen Mo had been like a vengeful demon.

Now.

He was like a machine.

A cold-blooded machine with only killing protocols.

"Shut up."

Chen Mo squeezed the words out through his teeth.

He raised his hand and slapped himself hard.

Slap!

It was loud.

His cheek swelled up instantly.

The impulse to kill receded slightly.

"Don't speak."

Chen Mo panted heavily; the wound on his chest tore with every breath, causing a piercing pain. "If you don't want to die, don't speak."

The Old Blind Man immediately covered his mouth.

The car swept over Scrap Iron City.

Below were dense neon signs and slums as crowded as ant nests.

Looking down from this height, the people struggling in the mud really looked as tiny as bugs.

[High-density weak lifeforms detected.]

[Recommendation: Indiscriminate carpet strike.]

[Estimated gain: Core charge 15%.]

Several red locking frames automatically popped up on his retinas.

Those were several pedestrians on the ground.

The hovercar's weapon system activated automatically.

The sound of a rotating turret echoed from beneath the chassis.

"Get back."

Chen Mo roared in his mind.

He slammed the weapon safety back on.

[Command rejected.]

[Logic conflict.]

[Attempting forced takeover...]

"I told you to get back!"

Chen Mo slammed his fist onto the dashboard.

Sparks flew.

He smashed the red warning light.

"Sir!"

The Old Blind Man almost wet himself in terror. "Who are you talking to? This car doesn't have a voice control system!"

Chen Mo ignored him.

He stared intently at the darkened screen.

In the screen's reflection, his face was visible.

Was that him?

Half his face was covered in blood, the other half in engine oil.

There were no pupils in those eyes.

Only two swirling masses of red data, like miniature vortices.

He was looking in the mirror.

In the mirror was a T-10.

"Bzzz..."

The voice in his head suddenly went quiet.

It was as if it were intimidated by his fury, or perhaps it had gone into hiding, waiting for his next moment of weakness.

The red frames disappeared.

His retinas returned to darkness.

Chen Mo let go of the control stick.

His palms were covered in cold sweat.

"We're here."

The hovercar suddenly dipped downward.

This was the lowest level of Scrap Iron City.

Massive sewage pipes were as intricate as the intestines of a giant beast.

The air was thick with the smell of sulfur and decay.

This was the Old Blind Man's territory.

And the filthiest corner of this city.

Thud!

The car slammed heavily onto a pile of discarded tires.

The suspension system let out a groan.

"Get out."

Chen Mo kicked open the hatch.

Rainwater poured in.

He stumbled, nearly falling.

His severed left arm had completely lost sensation, feeling as heavy as a block of lead.

"Slow down! Please, slow down!"

The Old Blind Man scrambled down, trying to support him.

"Don't touch me."

Chen Mo dodged the Old Blind Man's hand.

He was afraid.

Afraid that the moment he touched warm skin, that thought of "recovering biological electrical energy" would resurface.

Supporting himself against the car door with his right hand, he moved step by step toward the corrugated iron shack hidden behind the mountain of trash.

That was the Old Blind Man's clinic.

The so-called clinic was actually a repurposed shipping container.

It was filled with prosthetic parts stripped from corpses and various unknown, murky potions.

"Where's the light?"

Chen Mo leaned against the operating table.

The operating table was a modified morgue cot, still stained with some poor soul's blood.

"Coming, coming!"

The Old Blind Man switched on a dim incandescent bulb.

The light flickered.

Illuminating Chen Mo's battered and broken body.

His left arm was severed at the shoulder.

At least three ribs were broken.

There was a puncture wound in his abdomen, through which his writhing intestines and that frantically beating Nuclear Heart were visible.

The heart was green.

But now, its surface was covered in red bloodshot patterns.

Those were signs of overload.

"My goodness..."

The Old Blind Man put on his reading glasses and sucked in a breath. "You've taken a trip to the underworld and come back because you didn't like the food there?"

"I can't treat these injuries."

The Old Blind Man tossed his stethoscope aside and spread his hands. "No parts, no plasma, no anesthesia. I only have painkillers and Yunnan Baiyao. Which one do you want?"

"That's your problem."

Chen Mo pointed to the hovercar outside.

"Dismantle it."

"Huh?"

"That car is a high-end Biotech model."

Chen Mo's voice was very soft, every word squeezed out of his lungs.

"The seat padding is polymer hemostatic gel. The engine coolant can substitute for plasma volume expanders. Take the drive shaft out; it can be used as bone."

The Old Blind Man was stunned.

He looked at Chen Mo as if he were a madman.

"That's a car! You're a human!"

"Putting car parts into a person? It'd be a miracle if you didn't die from rejection!"

"I'm not exactly human right now either."

Chen Mo closed his eyes.

He heard that song again.

Two Tigers, Two Tigers...

The voices of those hundreds of monsters sang in chorus in his head.

"I'm a trash can."

He muttered to himself, "As long as I can move, it doesn't matter what I'm fitted with."

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