Chapter 352 Burning Old Age

In places like the border, violent conflicts often occur, sometimes they are organized bloody fights, and sometimes they are just fights caused by verbal disputes.

For those who hang out on the streets, bloody heads have become the norm every day. They are either injured or on the way to being injured. At this time, it is particularly important to know a reliable doctor.

Since being rescued by Gordon, Dongdong has become a frequent visitor to Ping An Clinic.

"You are here, oh, what happened, your nose and face are swollen."

Gordon stood at the door of the clinic and looked at Dongdong helplessly.

The little girl had lumps all over her head, her face was bruised and purple, the corner of her mouth was swollen, and one of her eyes was beaten into a panda eye. She looked miserable and inexplicably funny.

Dongdong put his hands on his waist, walked into the door confidently, and sat down on the chair in a familiar manner: "What else can I do? I had a fight with someone. Did I fall down myself?"

Gordon took out the medicine box and helped Dongdong treat his wounds, sighing helplessly: "He comes every few days, and he looks like this every time. Then he goes out to fight again after he is cured."

"I really don't understand, where do you get so many fights every day, little brat?"

Dongdong seemed indignant, and his hands kept gesturing in the air: "What do you know as a medical student? We are just here to fight, and we are not here to fight. That's the breath!"

"I'm telling you, today I met a jerk who laughed at me for being short! I'm *on the edge of civilization*! I hate it when people say I'm short, so I just punched him!"

Gordon joked, "What he said is true, you're really not that tall."

"You!" Dongdong was so angry that his eyes widened. He stared at Gordon for a long time but couldn't say anything. Finally, he could only angrily say, "Old man, if you hadn't saved me, I would have K-ed you a long time ago!"

Gordon laughed and gently touched the back of Dongdong's head to show that he had no ill intentions. Then he said earnestly: "I just think that not everything needs to be solved by fighting."

"For example, this time, you fought with others because of a trivial matter. You were hurt, and he was hurt too. In the end, what did you get except venting your anger? Nothing."

"This kind of fight is meaningless. It is a waste of time and life. When you look back one day, you will find that you have buried your best youth."

Dongdong raised his little head, with an unreasonable demeanor: "I don't care, I will fight whoever provokes me, come on One by one! One day, I will climb to the top and let no one look down on me anymore! "

Gordon smiled bitterly, and for some reason, complex emotions appeared in his eyes. He said faintly: "Then let me ask you a question. If one day you really climb to the top and no one looks down on you anymore, what are you going to do?"

Dongdong was stunned by the question. Perhaps she had never thought about this question because she was still struggling for food and clothing. The so-called success was just a bold statement on her lips. She said it every day, but she had never thought about it carefully. She fell into deep thought for a while.

Gordon did not urge her, but just helped her bandage silently and let her think quietly.

After an unknown amount of time, the confusion in Dongdong's eyes turned into clarity, and he said seriously: "At that time, I want to change the world."

Hearing this, Gordon stopped moving his hands, and was a little dazed for a moment: "Why do you have this idea?"

Dongdong put his legs together, put his elbows on his knees, held his little face with both hands and said thoughtfully: "Old man, do you think this world is very strange?"

"We are all human beings, some people can be as high as gods, while some people live worse than dogs. Why is there such a gap?"

"I think this reason is not clear when standing at the bottom, so I have to climb up. If one day I really climb to the top and see the reason, I want to make some changes."

Gordon was silent for a long time, Then he continued to bandage Dongdong. For some reason, his hands were trembling slightly, just like his voice: "Child, this kind of thing is easy to say, but it is actually very difficult."

"Because people will encounter all kinds of confusion and temptations in the process of climbing up, they will blind your eyes and make you lose sight of the direction. Are you sure you can remember your original intention after you climb to the top?"

Dongdong smiled lightly and said lazily: "I can't say for sure what will happen in the future. I don't even have a place to eat now."

"I just think, I have been in the rain all my life. If I have the chance, I want to hold an umbrella for others."

Gordon's consciousness seemed to be hit by something, an indescribable sense of sorrow filled his heart, and hazy tears blurred his vision unconsciously.

"Good boy," he said.

Hearing the word "child", Dongdong asked curiously: "Hey, old man, every time I come here, you are alone. You said you are old, but you don't have a wife or children?"

Gordon wiped away the tears in his eyes quietly, and his movements were so light that Dongdong didn't notice it. He drew a bitter arc at the corner of his mouth and said two words faintly.

"Yes."

On the front line of the battle in the eastern border area, the mercenaries were still holding the defense line and fighting against the beasts, waiting for the vast number of refugees in the rear to evacuate into the inner city. The war was very intense.

In the logistics area of ​​a defense line, logistics personnel were recharging the energy of a batch of individual aircraft.

Suddenly, a nearby mercenary noticed something and pointed to the corner and screamed: "Hey, hey, what are you doing?!"

Because the battlefield situation was too urgent, there were no extra people to patrol, and the mercenaries thought that the enemy was a ferocious beast, and no one would mess up such a war, so the logistics area was completely undefended.

At this time, an old man sneaked into the logistics area without knowing when. He unplugged the energy line of one of the individual aircraft, started it, and stepped on it.

"Oh my god! What are you doing? Don't mess with our equipment!" The mercenary wanted to rush over to stop him, but it was too late.

With a "boom", the engine of the individual aircraft started, carrying the old man into the air, flying higher and higher.

The mercenary quickly turned on the communicator and reported: "An unknown person in the logistics area stole a single-soldier aircraft. What do you say? Should we send someone to chase him?"

The person on the other end of the communicator cursed: "Damn it, there are still people taking advantage of the situation at this time. Don't chase him. It's just a single-soldier aircraft. It's not worth much. We don't have that many people. Let's just leave it at that."

The mercenary could only hang up the communication and let the old man step on the single-soldier aircraft to go away.

He looked at the other party's flight trajectory and suddenly felt something was wrong.

At first, he thought that the other party wanted to take advantage of the situation to get some mercenary equipment to sell for money, or wanted to "jump the queue" and escape to the inner city as soon as possible.

If this is the case, then theoretically it should fly in the direction of the inner city in the east.

But at this time, the other party was flying in the completely opposite direction.

"Why is he flying to the border?"

Gordon took the stolen single-soldier aircraft and returned to the neighborhood where the Ping'an Clinic was located. This place is remote and there are not many residents around. It is not a severely affected area after the disaster. From a distance, there are only dozens of ferocious beasts wandering nearby.

He switched the aircraft to low-noise mode and landed carefully in the back alley without attracting the attention of any ferocious beasts. He returned to the Ping'an Clinic from the back door.

There was no damage here. All kinds of furniture were still intact, frozen in the appearance when Gordon just packed his luggage and evacuated.

He entered a complex password in front of the hidden safe, and cracks suddenly appeared in the wall and began to move horizontally to both sides, revealing a storage space behind.

There was a fine sealed box with a size similar to that of a human body. Decades of time have made it covered with dust. When people approached, a little wind would raise the dust curtain.

"Cough cough." Gordon covered his mouth and nose and coughed, and opened the sealed box.

Inside was a complete set of prosthetics. Judging from the model, it was already a very old thing, but its class should not be underestimated. Each component was "Fearless Level 1" and the suit was called "Killing".

In the most chaotic era of the border decades ago, Gordon relied on this set of killing prosthetics to fight through the major forces in the border and became the first king of this evil land.

Gordon's dry hands stroked these prosthetic components that had been dusty for decades, and whispered: "See you again, old friend."

He turned on the TV in the room. Without any frequency tuning, every program was playing the scenes captured by the media drone in the northern area of ​​the border.

It can be clearly seen from the picture that there are only three people who can still insist on staying in the northern area to fight, namely Fenrir, Nobai, and Dongdong.

The ferocious beasts rushing out of the tunnel worm tunnel are still endless. The three of them are like a lone boat on the sea, rising and falling in the huge waves, and they may be submerged at any time.

Gordon took a deep breath and moved the prosthetic components in the sealed box to the mechanical table one by one.

He input his body parameters into the system, turned on the automatic mode, and then lay on the mechanical table.

The mechanical arm began to rotate in an orderly manner, removing Gordon's civilian prosthesis that had been used for decades, and then drove the connecting pipe to insert into his nerves, and began to replace the fearless level 1 prosthesis born for killing.

The moment the first component was implanted, Gordon's body immediately began to tremble violently, and an indescribable severe pain came over him, as if to tear him apart.

A warning sounded from the mechanical table system: "Warning, the implanter's vital signs are abnormal, the immune rejection reaction is serious, and the implantation process is automatically terminated."

This set of prostheses used to work well on Gordon, but the old man is over 80 years old this year. Time has taken away his proud and powerful talents, leaving only an old and aging body.

In the past, he could bear this set of killing prostheses without any burden, but now, just one component is enough to ravage his immune system.

Gordon turned his eyes with difficulty and looked at the screen on TV.

At some point, Nuo Bai had already fallen down, and there were too many beasts around, so the rescue team was slow to come down.

Dongdong protected her and fought fiercely with those beasts. The arc formed by the second gear overload kept jumping in his eyes, but it was flickering and getting weaker and weaker. It was obviously on the verge of the limit and could fall down at any time.

Gordon's lips trembled, and he squeezed out a sentence with difficulty: "Inject immune preparations until the body adapts."

The mechanical arm moved to fetch a syringe and injected 200cc of immune preparations into Gordon's body, and his trembling reaction was relieved.

However, as the next component was implanted, fine beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead again, and the pain spread throughout his body. Every nerve seemed to be cut by a sharp knife.

"Warning, the vital signs of the implantee are abnormal, the immune rejection reaction is serious, and the implantation process is automatically terminated."

"Inject immune preparations until the body adapts."

Round after round of warnings, round after round of immune preparation injections, Gordon's body repeatedly struggled between relief and pain, and his arms were full of cuts left by the injection of immune preparations, more than a dozen.

The mechanical arm operated for a while, then stopped again, and a cold warning sounded: "Warning, the immune agent has been over-injected. Continuing the injection will cause irreversible damage to the body. According to the system limitations, I can no longer perform automatic injections for you."

On the TV screen, Dongdong faced too many beasts to protect Nuobai, and his body was covered with gaps torn by claws and fangs. The blood dyed his clothes scarlet.

There were even some broken beast limbs that could not be pulled out in time, and they were stabbed into her body. As the battle continued to tear the wounds, her vitality was further consumed.

Her attack power was getting weaker and weaker. Sometimes it took several sticks to knock down a small beast. Her steps became unsteady, and everything indicated that her body was on the verge of collapse.

Gordon had only implanted half of the prosthesis at this time. He took a deep breath and struggled to get up. His hands were shaking constantly. He grabbed the immune agent syringes placed next to the mechanical table and manually injected them into his body one by one.

The severe pain raged in his body, like hundreds of steel needles piercing his flesh. His teeth clenched together because of the pain. Every breath was filled with pain, and he unconsciously let out a venting howl of pain from his throat.

"Ah!!!!"

While roaring at his old self, he kept injecting the overdose of medicine into his body until all the immune agents in the inventory were used up, and then he lay back on the mechanical table.

"Operation code 7327, remove all system restrictions, complete the implantation of all remaining components, do not pause."

The mechanical arm with the highest authority was operating steadily, ignoring the body on the table that had been irreversibly damaged, and continuously implanted the remaining components into Gordon's body.

His body was too old, like a candle in the wind, burning itself out bit by bit in this operation.

But before it was completely extinguished, he still wanted to shine the last ray of light.

Finally, all the prosthetic components were implanted.

Gordon slowly opened his eyes, feeling the power of this prosthetic body. Although his body was no longer young, the fire in his heart was burning again after decades.

The old king walked out of the place where he had been dormant for half his life and headed for his last battlefield.