332: Chapter 332 I wish I could immediately erase the pain.

The first mercenary poked his head out.

A flashlight beam swept into the room,

shining onto the Riot Mecha.

Chen Mo struck from a blind spot in their vision.

He grabbed the gun barrel with his right hand and shoved it upward with force.

The muzzle was pointed at the ceiling.

Simultaneously, he thrust a dagger into a gap in the mercenary's body armor.

The carotid artery ruptured.

The mercenary collapsed.

The second mercenary reacted extremely quickly.

The electromagnetic rifle fired.

Blue electric arcs flickered.

The bullets hit the wall behind Chen Mo,

blasting three deep craters.

Chen Mo grabbed the first corpse to use as a shield,

charging forward against the hail of bullets.

Several bloody holes were shot through the corpse.

Using the momentum of the charge, Chen Mo slammed the second mercenary against the wall.

He balled his right hand into a fist

and struck the opponent's temple.

The mercenary fell unconscious.

The third mercenary took a step back,

preparing to throw a flashbang.

Jiang Hong darted out from behind the mecha.

The shotgun fired.

The massive impact sent the third mercenary flying into the corridor.

His chest armor shattered.

Wang Biao stood in the middle of the corridor,

looking at the flying corpse.

The mechanical prosthetic in his right eye emitted a red light.

"Found you, rat." Wang Biao raised a heavy electromagnetic rifle.

The barrel charged up,

emitting a high-frequency hum.

Chen Mo ducked back behind the door.

"Get down!" he shouted.

Jiang Hong dove to the ground.

The electromagnetic pulse hit the wall of the testing room.

The concrete wall shattered instantly.

Dust filled the air.

Chen Mo was pushed back by the shockwave,

slamming into the mechanical leg of the Riot Mecha.

A metallic sweetness surged up his throat.

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

Wang Biao slowly approached with the remaining men.

Six rifles were aimed at the broken wall.

"Subject 007," Wang Biao's voice came through the dust.

"Orders from above are to take you alive."

"But they didn't say I couldn't break your legs."

Chen Mo leaned against the mecha.

Blood from his left shoulder had already stained half his body red.

He looked toward a display cabinet nearby that stored spare parts.

The cabinet door had been shattered by the explosion just now.

Inside lay a silver mechanical arm.

It had a streamlined design

and was made of carbon fiber material.

A blue neural interface flickered at the connection point.

[Item: T-7 Military-grade Neural Bridging Prosthesis.]

[Status: Unbound.]

Chen Mo's gaze locked onto that arm.

"Fatty," Chen Mo's voice was weak.

404 was huddled in a corner.

"I'm here," Fatty trembled.

"This arm, can it be connected directly?" Chen Mo asked.

404 glanced at the silver arm.

"That's a direct-neural-link model."

"It requires a sterile operating room and potent anesthesia."

"Directly docking it will trigger a neural storm; the pain will cause a person to go into fatal shock."

Chen Mo did not hesitate.

He stood up,

walked to the display cabinet,

reached out his right hand,

and grabbed the heavy silver mechanical arm.

The footsteps outside had already reached the wall.

Wang Biao's muzzle poked into the room.

Chen Mo looked at the broken metal base on his left shoulder.

The inside of the base was filled with charred nerve bundles.

He aligned the mechanical arm's interface with the base

and pressed down hard.

Click.

The metal clasp locked tight.

Small probes popped out from the neural interface,

stabbing into the muscle tissue of Chen Mo's left shoulder,

docking with the cervical nerves.

Blue electric arcs exploded at the connection point.

Agony.

An indescribable agony.

It was as if countless red-hot steel needles were being driven into his cerebral cortex simultaneously.

Chen Mo's body convulsed violently.

He clenched his teeth,

blood seeping from his gums.

Sweat instantly soaked his entire body.

His vision went dark for a moment.

Red warnings flickered frantically on the system panel.

[External neural connection detected.]

[Pain threshold overloaded.]

[Vital signs dropping.]

"You're crazy!" 404 shouted.

Wang Biao walked into the testing room.

He saw Chen Mo forcibly connecting a prosthesis.

His mechanical eye scanned a high-energy reaction.

"Fire!" Wang Biao ordered.

Five mercenaries pulled their triggers simultaneously.

Bullets poured out like a rainstorm.

Chen Mo snapped his eyes open,

his eyes bloodshot.

The silver mechanical arm on his left shoulder suddenly moved.

Five metal fingers splayed open.

A pale blue energy shield expanded in front of the arm.

Bullets hit the shield,

causing ripples to spread across it,

before losing their kinetic energy and falling to the floor.

Wang Biao froze.

"A T-7 energy shield?" Wang Biao gritted his teeth.

"That requires massive neural computing power to maintain."

"How can a piece of junk drive that!"

Chen Mo stood up straight.

The agony still existed,

but he had adapted to it.

He balled his left hand into a fist.

The mechanical joints made a grating sound.

He felt the new power.

There was no rejection reaction.

This body's nervous system was ten times tougher than that of an average person.

Chen Mo looked at Wang Biao.

He activated Sin Resonance.

His vision pierced through Wang Biao's mechanical eye,

seeing images of him once brutally murdering innocent civilians.

The sin value accumulated.

Power flooded into his limbs.

Chen Mo kicked off the ground with his left foot.

The marble floor tiles shattered.

His body turned into an afterimage,

charging toward Wang Biao against the bullets.

Ten meters away.

Five meters away.

The mercenaries didn't have time to change their magazines.

Chen Mo charged into the group.

The silver mechanical arm swung out,

smashing into the first mercenary's chest.

The body armor tore like paper.

Ribs were crushed.

The heart burst.

The corpse flew out and slammed against the wall.

The second mercenary drew a tactical axe

and swung it at Chen Mo's head.

Chen Mo raised his left hand.

His mechanical fingers precisely pinched the axe blade.

With a forceful squeeze,

the high-carbon steel blade shattered.

Following through, a punch hit the opponent's jaw.

The head snapped back,

and the cervical spine snapped.

Wang Biao retreated.

He threw away the electromagnetic rifle

and drew a High-frequency vibration longblade from his back.

"Let me teach you what real combat is!" Wang Biao roared.

The longblade swung,

creating a sharp whistling sound in the air.

It hacked toward the connection point of Chen Mo's left shoulder.

This was the most fragile part.

Chen Mo did not dodge.

He was listening to Wang Biao's heartbeat,

determining the direction of the opponent's muscle exertion.

The moment the longblade fell,

Chen Mo's body tilted slightly.

The blade grazed past his left arm,

sending up a long trail of sparks.

Chen Mo's left hand gripped in reverse,

grabbing the wrist of Wang Biao's sword hand.

The mechanical arm's power erupted.

Wang Biao's wrist was crushed by sheer force.

The longblade fell.

Chen Mo's right hand caught the hilt.

The blade flipped

and stabbed into Wang Biao's abdomen,

piercing all the way through.

Wang Biao's eyes widened,

blood spitting from his mouth.

He looked at the blade in his abdomen in disbelief.

Chen Mo pulled the blade out.

Wang Biao knelt on the ground.

The remaining three mercenaries saw their captain killed in an instant.

They lost their will to fight

and turned to run out the door.

Jiang Hong stood up from behind the mecha.

The shotgun fired repeatedly.

Three gunshots.

Three corpses fell in the corridor.

Dead silence returned to the testing room,

broken only by the spinning of the Riot Mecha's internal cooling fans.

Chen Mo looked down at his left hand.

The silver metal shimmered under the lights.

The connection point was no longer bleeding.

A faint current moved between his fingers.

"This hand is not bad." Chen Mo rotated his wrist.

404 walked over holding the fish tank.

Looking at the corpses all over the floor,

his legs went weak.

"Brother Mo, is your combat power level off the charts now?" Fatty swallowed hard.

Chen Mo ignored him.

He walked to Wang Biao's corpse

and searched through the uniform pockets.

He found a black access card.

It was printed with a golden Oracle logo.

Identity Level A.

Chen Mo took the card

and walked toward the massive black door at the end of the hallway.

He swiped the card.

A heavy sound of mechanical gears rang out.

The door slowly opened to both sides.

Cold air rushed out.

The space behind the door was enormous.

Rows of cryo-pods were neatly arranged,

emitting a blue glow.

On a display stand in the center,

a heavy weapon covered by a black cloth was placed.

Just as the door fully opened,

a red warning light lit up above the door.

A piercing alarm echoed throughout the entire underground space.

From the shadows directly in front of the door,

a tall figure stepped out.

He wore heavy power armor

and carried a quad-linked micro-rocket launcher on his shoulder.

The launcher's tubes were already preheated.

A red laser targeting line fell on Chen Mo's chest.

Chen Mo raised his newly installed silver mechanical arm.

His five fingers clenched into a fist,

emitting a crisp sound of metal clashing.

The opponent pulled the trigger.

The backblast flared,

illuminating the face hidden under the helmet.

Four rockets roared out, trailing long plumes of white smoke.

They were only ten meters away from Chen Mo's face.

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