The Daily Life Of A Cyberpunk Magician
Chapter 249 - 175: Desert Civil Type One_2

Chapter 249: Chapter 175: Desert Civil Type One_2

"Just because there’s a probability, doesn’t mean you’ll instantly go mad upon installation," Yaxi shrugged, speaking with a nonchalant tone and using a cliché expression, "Would you rather stand up and be a hero for a second or lie in bed and be useless for a lifetime?"

Gary abruptly lifted his head to look at Yaxi, clearly stricken by these words.

"I can offer you the highest quality prosthetic body," Yaxi said with a benevolent smile, "You will become a powerful warrior, living in the dark side of this city and continuing to help the police fight crime."

Gary remained expressionless, just staring intently at Yaxi, but the unconsciously heaving chest undoubtedly revealed the turmoil within him.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Gary was drawn to Yaxi’s words, but he wasn’t brainless; he knew there was no such thing as a free lunch.

"I just think the Seventh District needs an executor leaning towards consequential justice," Yaxi chuckled.

He stood up, casually helping Gary to tidy up the quilt, smoothing it out meticulously.

"You see, for crimes like human trafficking and rape, to prevent the criminals from becoming desperate and to protect the victims, sentences and punishments tend not to be too severe," Yaxi spoke of seemingly sensible reasons, "But obviously, such punishments are too lenient, don’t you think?"

Gary didn’t directly answer Yaxi; the painful looks on the victims’ faces and the angry, mournful eyes of their families flashed through his mind.

If given a choice, these people would tear the criminals to shreds.

He had pondered such issues a long time ago but never acted.

He nodded in agreement with Yaxi’s statement.

"So, if there could be an executor leaning towards consequential justice, that would suffice," Yaxi smiled slyly, "It would protect the victims and severely punish the criminals. That’s what I intend to do."

He straightened his back, bathed in the white light overhead.

From Gary’s perspective, seated on the hospital bed, Yaxi was enveloped in a halo of light.

If this were a movie, the shots of Yaxi at this moment would surely be from a low angle, with an angelic light upon him.

And the intent of such cinematography would be obvious.

Gary saw hope in him.

"I am willing," Gary replied expressionlessly, "I’m willing to become the executor you’re talking about, as long as you can help me stand again."

He wasn’t worried at all that Yaxi was deceiving him or planning to harm him.

Gary scoffed inwardly, knowing that a useless person like himself held no value; dead would mean dead. But if he could do something more for this city...

Even becoming a fully metallic monster didn’t matter.

His conviction firmed, and the pain of the phantom limb started to become insignificant.

Yaxi looked at Gary with a satisfied smile.

Toying with those students was nothing but child’s play. Now, this process was finally...

Passing on the torch.

He opened his wristwatch, revealing the 3D display of prosthetics. Pointing at the display to Gary, he said, "This is the Hawk Eagle Group’s unreleased new military-grade prosthetic, whose greatest feature is its comprehensiveness—enhancing every aspect of a warrior’s physical capabilities without a single weakness. Plus, they’ve added fantasy limbs—wings, which grant the user the ability to fly."

"Are you with the Hawk Eagle Group? Is that for me?" Gary looked at the highly sci-fi prosthetic device, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"No, of course, I’m not with Hawk Eagle, but this is indeed prepared for you," Yaxi revealed a meaningful smile, "I’ll go and snatch it tonight."

"?" Gary looked at the confident man before him, confused.

"We need to leave here now, completely vanish from the police’s sight," Yaxi continued, clapping his hands. A woman dressed as a nurse then entered, pushing a mobile hospital bed.

"Yaxi," Gary suddenly said.

"Hmm?" Yaxi turned towards him.

"Can the entire right arm’s prosthetic be replaced with the one I want?" Gary looked down at the hanging sleeve of his hospital gown, "Just the right arm’s prosthetic. I don’t want Hawk Eagle’s. I want to choose my own."

"Which one?" Yaxi narrowed his eyes, surprised by Gary’s choice.

Gary’s tone was devoid of emotion:

"Desert Civil Type One."

"Regarding the plan to investigate Mu Jin’s identity, that’s about all there is." Tang finished his preliminary idea quickly, and the other two people present also understood what he was talking about.

It was a comprehensive and meticulous plan that took many scenarios into account.

If they were lucky, Mu Jin would be caught quickly; if not, it would be no different from finding a needle in a haystack.

"Okay, if there’s nothing else, I think I need to head home," Jiang Shu said, standing up from his chair and stretching.

The recent conversation had been information-heavy, and he needed some time to digest it properly.

"I have something I need to discuss with Mr. Jiang, so how about I take Mr. Jiang home?" Tang also stood up, smiled at Jiang Shu, and then said to Wolf, "Police Chief Wolf, I will say goodbye to you in advance."

"Um." Jiang Shu nodded, not refusing.

Although Wolf found it strange, he consciously stepped aside and did not eavesdrop.

If it was something important, he could just have Jiang Shu tell him about it later.

He also needed time to make some arrangements according to the plan Tang had just discussed.

Tang’s content was succinct and often skipped steps, and Wolf only understood what Tang intended to do with intermittent deliberate supplements from Jiang Shu.

So, Dick Tang really was formidable. In such a short time, he had managed to sort out the entire Deception case neatly.

Following this rhythm, even the slyest of foxes would soon be ensnared, right?

Wolf couldn’t help but admire him internally.

At the police station entrance, Jiang Shu opened the door of Tang’s car — a very low-key black car that, like the man Tang, looked plain and unremarkable.

"What do you want to ask?" Jiang Shu got straight to the point.

With the help of his Prediction Ability, he had already prepared his response in advance.

"Just a few personal questions," Tang smiled lightly. "But it’s not so much a question as something I want to tell you."

"Um." This was within Jiang Shu’s expectations.

"I know you are well-acquainted with Dr. Liu Tingruo," Tang said. "Some unpleasant things happened to her a few days ago."

"What happened?" Jiang Shu feigned ignorance.

"My brother did something foolish and scared off Dr. Liu," Tang’s face remained calm. "But don’t worry, she was absolutely unharmed, and she won’t be harmed in the future either."

"What do you mean?" Jiang Shu suddenly froze, for Tang had said something that differed from the outcome predicted by his Foreknowledge Ability.

And when he tried to use his Mind Reading to look into Tang’s thoughts, he saw only emptiness.

"I’ve sent my brother to another Research base," Tang continued, his smile returning. "Anyway, please be assured, Dr. Liu Tingruo won’t encounter any more accidents there."

"Um." Jiang Shu said, "That would be for the best."

Of course, Sister Liu would not encounter any accidents.

Long ago, he had heard that the top talent in the Research Sequence, if it really came down to it, could match up to those in the Combat Sequence.

With Black Silver, they could often create irreplicable secret technologies, which tended to have extremely terrifying applications.

Someone like Sister Liu, a full-fledged talent of the Research Sequence, would invariably have numerous pieces of hidden high-tech at her disposal.

As long as she was unwilling, no one could force her to do anything.

As long as he didn’t encounter problems, Sister Liu wouldn’t have any weaknesses.

A very simple principle.

However...

What was Dick Tang’s purpose in telling him all this?

Jiang Shu slightly lowered his head, concealing the doubt and concern in his eyes.

"You say, if the Deception Group were to suddenly disappear without a trace..." Tang spoke as if it were an offhand remark.

He paused, "Could it prove that Smile might be right among us?"