Starting as a Mechanical Hunter

Chapter 640 - 171: Gluttony

Gao Gong was very sad. Thinking about the beastly things he would do to his sister in the original version of Night Shift Ward made him incredibly uncomfortable.

Although I’m an experienced driver, this one never drives towards the kindergarten, not even middle school—there are no rich ladies there, only rich second generations.

Unfortunately, Gao Yuanyuan was unaware of Gao Gong’s thoughts and was happily wearing a little nurse outfit, constantly researching her new abilities.

Gao Gong glanced at her panel. After absorbing two ’High-level Information Bodies’, Gao Yuanyuan directly rose from Level 62 to Level 67, advancing a full 5 levels.

The upgrade from Tier 3 is absolutely astronomical. For a Tier 3 NPC Cosmic Warrior, it could take years of gradual effort to advance by just one level.

"Brother, look."

Gao Yuanyuan seemed to have discovered a new ability. With a gentle press of her small hand, another door appeared on the wall. She pushed open the door, and behind it was a mountain-like ’Brain-Machine’.

"So this is what a Biochemical Brain-Machine looks like."

Gao Gong picked up a Brain-Machine Interface and examined it closely. A typical Brain-Machine Interface is used for data transmission, so it resembles a USB port, but this ’Biochemical Brain-Machine’ felt more like an ’esophagus’.

’Version 6.0 of the Biological Computer, let me think, it indeed can enter the first stage of ’Gluttony’.’

The so-called ’Gluttony’ refers to modifying one’s ’biochemical structure’ by consuming high-level Carbon-Based Species, upgrading one’s hardware, and ultimately enhancing one’s system capabilities.

This is something ’Electronic Computers’ cannot achieve.

If the Vinos Life Safety Group continues to develop in this way, once they enter version 8.0 or even 9.0, their Computational Power wouldn’t be inferior to a Planet Host.

Gao Yuanyuan remained oblivious to what Gao Gong was thinking and continued enthusiastically, saying:

"Brother, I’ve discovered that besides performing removal surgery, I can also reattach them."

"Reattach them to the same person, or can they be reattached to different people?"

"I’m not sure about that. I’ll have to wait until the ’Dean’s’ ability is further developed to know, as the ’Dean’ needs to grow further."

Enough growing, it’s already twisted enough.

Looking at that face so much like his own, Gao Gong had countless complaints in his heart.

"Hehe, brother, I used your human information to reshape the Dean, so when ’Dean Gao’ grows further, maybe you could control him too."

"We’ll discuss this later," Gao Gong said, glancing at the time—ten minutes before the hour mark, and the Organism sensing was already faint.

"If you go all out now, how many people could you perform ’removal surgery’ on at the same time?"

Gao Yuanyuan sensed for a moment and said, "If I fully open the ’operating room’, I could perform about ten thousand surgeries simultaneously."

"Ten thousand people," Gao Gong murmured, "that will suffice."

"How should I cooperate with you, brother?"

"Do it like this..."

...

Three minutes later, the Illusion of ’Night Shift Ward’ slowly faded, and Gao Gong’s Mechanical Body appeared once more in Golden Hospital, still holding a prescription for treating testicular pain.

"Boss, was the previous Illusion real?" the Host Brain asked, still bewildered and perplexed by the bizarre doctors and nurses, the strange maze, and all those odd people—were they real or not? He couldn’t figure it out anymore.

Gao Gong looked up at the sky, seemingly lost in thought, then suddenly said, "I’ll send you back first."

"Hmm?"

In the Host Brain’s vision, purple Radiance covered his Horizon.

When he came to, he found himself falling onto a table, staring wide-eyed with the Black Python couple, who were just having dinner.

"How did you return so quickly?"

"I—I don’t know either."

Meanwhile, outside the Radiation layer, at least thirty military satellites simultaneously detected this occurrence, with the same question mark appearing on the faces of all intelligence analysts.

"What’s going on, target disappeared?"

"No, it’s not disappeared. We saw the target in Hive City."

"Impossible, from Undead City to Hive City is full 2000km."

"Could it be some military Space Technology?"

"Or a cloned split body?"

"Report to the higher-ups, quickly report to the higher-ups!"

Consequently, Holographic Projections of enterprise executives appeared in front of monitoring devices.

Moreover, members of the ’Foundation’ proactively formed a small group to share information amongst themselves.

They knew more, so while they weren’t sure what the other party was planning, they understood one thing.

Mr. G of the Du Gao Group is about to take action!

"What do you think the chances of success are?"

"Honestly, I don’t think there’s a chance. No matter how strong the force, how can you eliminate the Virus?"

"Then why did you agree with the other party, is your company’s money falling from the sky?" a surprised executive asked.

"There’s no choice. The pharmaceutical district is right next to ours, the ’Biochemical Virus’ completely counters our technological route, we’re treating a dead horse as if it were alive."

"You’ve got a positive outlook."

"I can’t help it," the brainstorming manager touched the back of his head and sighed.

"My Brain-Machine Interface can’t undergo a second modification, I’ll die."

The others fell into silence upon hearing this.

The mortality rate for corporate executives is very low.

But there’s also a data point: executives dispatched to corporate wars have a mortality rate as high as 80%.

Even if by luck they survive, if the war fails, returning to headquarters is worse than death.

This is the price to pay for enjoying the highest level of treatment usually.

"I’m pessimistic because someone will definitely leak the information."

"That’s unlikely, isn’t it ours all on the Mechanical Brain-Machine route?"

"If you can’t win, becoming a downstream supplier is an option, isn’t it."

One executive said faintly:

"Biological Engineering also requires various production equipment."

These words caused many to have flickering eyes.

Meanwhile, in Brain Gully Mechanical City, at the temporary base of Vinos Life Safety Group

At least ten monitoring satellites simultaneously monitored three places.

One being Hive City, one Puppet City, and one Undead City.

There were the most cameras in Undead City, because there is a very special Power there that can counter the Virus.

Hive City was also monitored very strictly.

The reason is simple: in this land, the only force capable of resisting their group is contracted within these two Mechanical Cities.

Especially Hive City, where a ’supernatural phenomenon’ had just occurred.

And in corporate wars, all ’supernatural phenomena’ must be explained and justified.

"I think there’s a 51.5% chance they’ve developed a large-scale space delivery device capable of teleporting back and forth between two locations."

At this moment, an engineering scientist from Vinos Life Safety Group was solemnly making a hypothesis.

"Why a large-scale device and not a unit-level?" Cain Vinos asked with interest.

"Because Du Gao Technology has been developed for less than three years, they don’t have that scientific reserve."

"Not necessarily, haven’t you heard of the Skull Society, a club established by emerging enterprises? They’re more radical and dangerous, with some technologies comparable to certain Super Corporations."

"But Du Gao Technology is a military group, hard to have a greater investment outside the chip and Mecha sectors."

"They’re a private military organization, not publicly listed, with undisclosed internal accounts. How do you know there’s no investment?"

"I just know!"

Seeing the rising tension, Cain shook his head, and the executive Judy stood up and ushered these ’experts’ out.

"What do you think?"

"Space Technology is among the most Advanced, never heard of anyone developing it well unless it’s traded from the Mother City," Judy responded and muttered to herself.

"But that’s unlikely, the Mother City rarely gives us any technology related to interstellar navigation."

"Well, you have a point," Cain paused.

"But assuming such a space delivery device exists, what would be its impact on us?"

Judy sat across from him, remaining silent, but her pupils suddenly enlarged, and on her typically cold face appeared a fleeting moment of astonishment.

"The enemy will suddenly appear and then perform decapitation strikes on the enemy camp executives."

Cain’s head exploded like a balloon, blood and flesh flying.

Gao Gong descended from the sky, stomping the opponent to pieces.