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"Vic, how is Alex doing?"
V and Jackie, who had been waiting outside all night, rushed to Victor as he came out for a breather.
"This... how should I put it..."
Victor looked puzzled.
Even Misty, who followed him out, appeared extremely pale.
Seeing this, both V and Jackie felt a sense of dread.
It's said that the first prosthetic surgery carries the highest risk.
Could it be that... the operation failed?
"Alex!"
V pushed past Vic and dashed into the clinic.
But in the next second, she was utterly stunned by the scene before her.
At that moment, Alex, who was unconscious, had numerous black and red flesh tendrils around his surgical wounds, writhing unconsciously.
Wherever the flesh tendrils moved, the wounds healed.
Not even a scar remained.
"This... what is this... what?"
"I don't know either." Vic followed V into the room with Jackie and Misty behind him.
"I've never encountered anything like Alex's condition."
"Since the surgery last night, these strange things have been appearing in Alex's body and wounds."
"They might look a bit disgusting, but they seem to be protecting Alex."
"These things not only enhance Alex's body overall but also accelerate his wound recovery."
"It's like... a living body!"
Hearing Victor's conclusion, both V and Jackie were dumbstruck.
"As for what these things are, I'm afraid only Alex knows."
Victor sighed.
What he witnessed today was undoubtedly the most absurd event of his life.
A living body.
Who would believe this?
It might even be something from Arasaka or a military tech lab.
Shaking his head, he placed the remaining prosthetics in front of V and Jackie.
"If nothing unexpected happens, the effects should last for a while. Alex also left you a few prosthetics. You can choose, and I'll install them for you."
"Left for us?"
V and Jackie exchanged glances, emotions showing on their faces.
"These prosthetics are all rare, let's forget it," V finally said, shaking her head.
They had only known Alex for a day, yet had already gained so much from him.
How could they just take his things now?
Victor said with a smile, "Don't rush to refuse. Alex asked me to tell you that you'll be fighting side by side in the future, and he doesn't want you to be held back."
Hearing this, V and Jackie froze for a moment, then their smiles grew.
It seemed their duo was becoming an unstoppable trio.
"Then I want that military-tech Berserk 5 operating system." Jackie rubbed his hands, no longer holding back.
V pointed to the visual cortex support: "Then I'll take this."
"Alright, let me prepare, and I'll get them installed for you."
...
"Thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump..."
A peculiar double heartbeat echoed in Alex's consciousness.
Then a red operation interface illuminated.
A string of codes scrolled by...
Progress bar reading...
System startup.
Network architecture, prosthetic diagnostics, security systems...
"Is it complete..."
The system interface vanished, and his vision returned to normal.
Alex sat up slowly, clutching his aching head.
"How does it feel? Your head might feel a bit swollen. You'll need time to adjust to the transition between consciousness and data."
Victor's voice came from the side.
He was installing the operating system for Jackie.
Alex took a deep breath and stood up: "It feels... a little weird, but it's manageable."
"An ordinary person would need to stay in bed for a week after their first transformation. Your body... is quite special, you know?"
Victor's voice carried a note of curiosity.
Alex nodded and said, "That's right, there's something special about me... it's material or something."
"A lab product?"
"It is."
Alex didn't hide this.
After all, his abilities would eventually be noticed.
Better to be upfront about it.
"Unlucky little guy." Victor shook his head.
In his mind, he imagined Alex struggling in a lab, subjected to repeated experimentation.
...
Meanwhile, at the No-Tell Motel, Room 204.
A middle-aged man in a tailored suit, his hair in a bun, frowned at the bodies of Dexter and his bodyguard.
In his hand, he held a note.
"If you want to find me, dispose of the dead fat man's body at the junkyard near the Medeski gas station. That's where it belongs. Do this, and you'll see me."
"Chinese characters... a Chinese person, how troublesome." The man in the suit sighed, feeling increasingly challenged.
From this simple note, it was clear.
The person he was searching for had already anticipated his arrival and even knew his intent.
He hadn't told anyone about this.
It's said the people from that great eastern country are clever and astute, and now he understood why.
With a sigh, the man in the suit began disposing of Dexter's body.
To uncover the truth, he had to see this through!