For the past ten days, in addition to studying and researching how to modify Cybernetics, Jack also conducted a comprehensive examination of his own body.
As a former Ripperdoc, he actually used an external mechanical medical hand, even for the most basic, precise operations...
But he had to admit, he was truly cowardly, and truly formidable.
Jack's current body, apart from a basic neural interface, only had a pair of Militech Mk.2 Cyberoptics, capable of regular scanning and normal network connection; other functions were almost nonexistent.
Under such crude conditions, he actually completed the Cybernetics surgery modification for Carl.
Absolutely amazing!
...
Jack held the 'Five-Finger Heart' in both hands, which was as big as his head, a spring in his step. Ben stood nearby, and upon hearing the introduction, his breathing instantly quickened.
Jack then casually tossed his gloves to the ground, which pained Ben. He then picked up a pitch-black fire poker from the ground.
Ben swallowed and asked, "Jack, this looks a bit familiar to me... Isn't that a metal conduit from the cables near our bar?"
"What nonsense are you talking about? What conduit? This is a high-explosive shell launcher I custom-made for you!"
"I can't demonstrate its power indoors right now, come out with me and take a look."
Jack was the first to walk out of the door, into an area piled with old mechanical and electrical junk. Upon reaching an open space,
Jack aimed the fire poker in his hand at the sky and looked intently at the positions covered with metal wires for a while, finally pressing down on a slightly protruding spot.
It was noon, the sky was clear, but the sun wasn't dazzling.
"Whoosh~"
"Boom—!"
"...Missile??"
A single arrow piercing the clouds, a thousand troops and ten thousand horses come to meet it!
This explosion was probably audible throughout the entire River Valley District...
At the same time, the River Valley District was not too far from Company Plaza, and this test firing caused many AVs to activate emergency landing mode and evacuate nearby...
No one knew which unlucky soul the next shot would hit.
Ben was utterly dumbfounded. Even if that fire poker turned to ash, it would still be a conduit!
Yet, Jack inexplicably fiddled with it, wrapping it with some unknown metal wires and attaching a few scrap metal pieces whose purpose he didn't know. The whole thing made him feel like it was a joke.
And then the reality was truly terrifying!
A pile of scrap metal made into a missile launcher? And it was internal Cybernetics!
"No, my Jack, Jack Daye! I know this is very cyber, and the power is terrifying! But... but are you sure it won't backfire?"
Ben, with a face full of horror, didn't realize how panicked he was inside. He was still wondering how this thing could be put into his body.
Jack nodded, not hiding his light chuckle:
"Oh, right, I really haven't thought about the possibility of it backfiring... So maybe we shouldn't install it for now."
"No, Jack, I'll install it!"
"..."
Jack's impression of Ben, for some reason, kept getting better, and he said:
"Don't worry, according to my estimated strength calculations, this cannon barrel won't have any problems after twelve uses, so you should limit its use to nine times! Trust me, no flesh and blood body can withstand such power head-on. Of course, those guys with less than 6% flesh and blood on their entire bodies don't count."
"Besides the left and right hands I prepared for you, come on, I have more good stuff for you..."
Entering the workshop, Jack took out a strangely shaped pistol with a terrifying caliber.
From its appearance, this pistol had no cybernetic aesthetic whatsoever; the barrel and body were even forcibly fixed with steel wire and solder.
"Here, a firearm that ordinary people can't use at all. Its characteristic is great power, its drawback is strong recoil. Hmm, it can directly shoot through a five-centimeter steel plate with one shot. You know what that means, right?"
After the shock he had just experienced, Ben's complexion was noticeably better: "It means I can kill anyone in Night City with one shot?"
"How is that possible, Ben, you're clearly overthinking it. What do you think legends are? Without Sandevistan, you'd die before you even saw their shadows! Understand?"
"Military-grade combat Cybernetics require tolerance, sufficient physical fitness, and willpower to control. You can't do it now, work hard, yellow-haired kid."
"Also, this gun can only load one bullet at a time. The power is great, but more than that, I hope you can use it as a trump card."
"...Hmm."
In a daze, Ben lay on the operating table as Jack arranged...
This time, for some reason, with Jack as his backer, the phrase 'rise to fame' held such immense weight in his heart.
As a Ripperdoc, Jack currently had no so-called professional qualification certificate, and even in his previous life, he was merely a student.
However, in Night City, no one cared about that!
Jack skillfully operated the medical instruments, removed Ben's mechanical arm, and completed the transformation of his other arm from flesh and blood to Cybernetics.
After he finished installing the two rusty mechanical arms, he wiped the sweat from his forehead.
He glanced at the surrounding work environment.
'I still need to make money... I want a clean and tidy large studio!'
Two hours later.
Ben woke up from the anesthesia, and Jack handed him a flexible soothing agent.
"Finally done, let's go, grab a couple of drinks up front!"
"Oh, okay!"
Ben raised his hands and examined them carefully; they were disproportionately large compared to his current body.
However, he clenched his fists.
This was the feeling of having power!
...
In the hallway.
Stepping over an unknown liquid on the ground and walking around a clearly overly high vagrant, Jack accidentally kicked a soda can with his shoe.
"Clang~ Clatter~"
The soda can toppled over, rolling on the ground and spilling a large amount of dark green liquid. The air was filled with various foul odors and wafts of alcohol.
Jack looked at the dirty and chaotic environment around him, an unreadable expression on his face. Disgusted as he was, this was the only place he could afford to stay.
He stopped Ben's attempt to kick the vagrant awake and pulled Ben away.
After a thought, Jack took three blue plastic bottles from his pocket and handed them to Ben.
"Jack, what are these?"
"Hmm, mini electromagnetic pulse bombs, capable of instantly disabling all electronic devices within a three to five-meter radius."
"You can imagine, everyone in Night City has a neural interface now. As long as you throw accurately, then... bang, the opponent is paralyzed and loses combat capability. Isn't that awesome?"
"...Jack, electromagnetic pulses are contraband among contraband in Night City. What if we use this and Company Plaza dogs target us?"
Jack turned his head and gave Ben a sidelong glance:
"So why do you think I gave them to you? Just be more decisive when you do things in the future and don't leave any witnesses."
"Oh."
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