Infinite Fighting

Chapter 57 New Furros

Finding a stick on the shore, Zhang Ji used it to walk all the way from the beach until he reached the city streets.

Speaking of which, the environment here surprised him a little.

From time to time, you can see some drug addicts and homeless people lying on the streets. The stench is overwhelming. Industrial wastewater and exhaust gas are blatantly discharged in the city. Gangsters with tattoos, metal prostheses and guns in their hands rush out of the alley on motorcycles, fire guns into the air, and laugh loudly. It is obvious that they are high.

How to describe it? It's like returning to Shanli Island.

At this moment, Zhang Ji suddenly found that four thugs with evil eyes were walking towards him and speaking words that he was not familiar with. Their malicious intent was obvious.

He thought the other party saw the moonlight cup under his tattered pocket, but later he found that their eyes did not mean that.

This is worth pondering.

What value does a disabled person with burns all over his body have to them?
After the other party approached and attacked, Zhang Ji raised his hand and released several steel needle-sized Qi to kill three of them.

The remaining one couldn't understand what Zhang Ji said, and had to use a mobile phone translator to communicate with him.

"I ask and you answer." Zhang Ji put the phone to his ear and said.

"Okay! Good!" the man said.

"Where is this place?" Zhang Ji asked.

"Mead! Meadlisi!"

Zhang Ji was not sure about the place name, so he asked again: "Which country does it belong to?"

"New Furros!" the gangster replied.

"New Furros? We are on the right track, but the direction seems to be off."

Zhang Ji actually had an impression of this place name.

This is a country bordering the Roman Empire.

A country that allows alchemy technology, the sale of addictive substances, the trade of human organs, and the co-governance of gangs and officials.

Simply put, it's a criminal's paradise.

Chaos to the extreme.

Compared with this place, Shanli Island can only be called "Little Frost".

After all, Shanli Island is just an island with a population of one million, and there are various restrictions on it, and there is no internet connection.

And this is a country with a population of over 40 million.

It also has various large-scale lethal weapons and wildly growing alchemical technology.

There seems to be several forces supported by major powers behind them, each conducting their own research here, or simply treating them as a strategic buffer zone.

After all, his two neighboring countries are Roman and Guning.

These two countries are also among the top five countries in the world in terms of national power.

Even if we trace back to its roots, New Furros was once part of the ancient Ning Kingdom.

"Do you have money?" Zhang Ji asked.

"Yes, a little."

The gangster took out some crumpled coins from his pocket. Seeing Zhang Ji frowning, he quickly leaned over and dug out some valuables from his partner's body, including a gold chain, a watch, and a small bag of something that looked like tobacco.

"His hat is also very valuable. It is new and can be sold for a lot of money in the second-hand market."

Zhang Ji did not touch his hat or the bag of tobacco, and put the rest into his pocket.

"I'm very curious, what did you want to do just now?" Zhang Ji asked.

"Dean's alchemy workshop needs fresh human organs. Your internal organs can be sold for more than 5,000 Xinfu!" said the gangster.

"Should we say it's worthy of being the new Furros?" Zhang Ji raised his eyebrows.

This kind of crime can be committed right here on the street.

"Law enforcement officers don't care?" Zhang Ji asked.

"They are over there." The gangster pointed to a place not far away.

Zhang Ji turned his head and saw a shabby law enforcement vehicle with a drunk man in law enforcement clothes lying inside.

He had heard on the Internet that the officials here had no actual control, and that the ones who truly controlled everything were the foreign capital and gangs behind the scenes. He was a little skeptical at the time.

Now that he saw this scene in person, he believed it.

"This phone is mine." Zhang Ji said.

"Here you go!" the gangster replied.

Zhang Ji nodded, then turned and left.

He was in no mood to waste his energy on making another move against a character like this.

After walking for a distance, he looked back as if he had realized something and found that the gangster not only did not run away, but instead stripped his partner of valuables, then sat on the ground and started smoking the mysterious tobacco.

Zhang Ji just found it absurd.

When he was on Shanli Island, he was lucky enough to go to Kuicheng District where the public security was relatively stable, and he had never experienced such an environment.

At most, I only saw it later when the flag was raised.

But this is the first time I’ve actually experienced it.

People here don't care at all and can't see the so-called tomorrow.

So each of them is enjoying or avoiding the present moment, doing their best to enjoy it, even if after a moment of enjoyment, there is endless darkness.

Because their reality is also completely dark.

Zhang Ji operated on his phone, found the language switching list, and switched it back to the Dongji language.

He immediately became familiar with this phone.

He even took the time to check the performance parameters of the phone itself.

The result was that it was far inferior to the mobile phone he originally used in the Five Forms Sect.

His original mobile phone was a custom-made one, with top-notch chips and even military technology. If it were sold to ordinary people, it would cost at least RMB 200,000.

Zhang Ji looked at the crumpled coins in his hand and found out that he had about 500 New French coins after searching online. He then searched the exchange rate.

Five hundred new Fu coins are roughly equivalent to one thousand three hundred Dongji country coins.

As for the local purchasing power, it can last for a while if it is just for buying food.

Zhang Ji walked into a clothing store. The clerk looked at him with disgust and fear, and did not come up to greet him.

But Zhang Ji ignored him and went to the mirror on his own.

In the mirror, he saw himself in tattered clothes.

His clothes were torn beyond recognition, and all the exposed parts of his body were covered with burns and scars, including on his face. Only the forehead and eyes were slightly better.

The incomplete and irregularly cut half of the right leg looks physically uncomfortable.

Zhang Ji picked up a very long black windbreaker in the store, which was marked with 371 Xinfu.

After counting the money, Zhang Ji put it on the counter.

"Is that enough?" Zhang Ji asked using his cell phone to translate.

"That's enough," the clerk replied.

Zhang Ji was about to leave, but the clerk hesitated to speak.

"Anything else to say?" Zhang Ji asked on the phone.

"Tip." The clerk said unnaturally.

Zhang Ji ignored him. He didn’t even provide any service, and he still wanted a tip?
What kind of rule is this?
Putting on the black windbreaker that covered most of his body, Zhang Ji returned to the street.

At this moment, he felt that he had adapted a little better.

Ugliness must always be covered up under the luster and beauty, so that human beings can get rid of their animal nature and return to rationality and civilization.

Looking at the dirty and chaotic environment, Zhang Ji was thinking about his next move.

The first thing to do is to find a way to reattach the leg.

Be it prosthetics or some other means, it is impossible to drag your broken body to the Roman Empire, right?

He had just seen a number of thugs with metal prosthetics on the street.

It is said on the Internet that the prosthetic technology here is quite good. Some people even remove their good limbs and replace them with alloy bodies in pursuit of combat effectiveness.

The most extreme type of people can replace everything that can be replaced. The heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys can all be replaced with mechanical ones, leaving only the brain as their own.

You know what, if the technology is advanced, they might be able to achieve mechanical evolution in some sense.

Zhang Ji did not intend to evolve mechanically. He just wanted to temporarily restore some mobility to make things more convenient for himself.

Not long after walking, Zhang Ji met a young man with prosthetic body, who was leaning against the wall and smoking.

He walked forward and asked using the translator on his phone, "Tell me, is there a place nearby where I can get a replacement body?"

There was no response, and the other party didn't even look at Zhang Ji.

Zhang Ji felt that he had found the wrong person.

It should be the same if he asks someone who is somewhat normal, or searches on the Internet?
However, online information is often distorted, so there is no guarantee that there will be no problems.
In a fast food restaurant, Zhang Ji took out a coin and asked using the translation app on his phone, "Is there a place nearby where I can get a prosthetic body?"

"Prosthetics? Auxiliary prostheses?" The waiter took the coins and replied, "You can get them at Dean Hospital. Oh, and Robo Clinic is also OK. Although they are a bit ugly, they are cheap and practical!"

"Thank you!"

Zhang Ji thanked him, then scanned the menu again and used the remaining money to buy a meal.

A giant burger and a large cola drink.

He didn't know how long it had been since he had eaten cooked food.

He quickly finished the greasy burger and the high-sugar drink.

Zhang Ji held the wooden stick and used the navigation to start walking towards Dean Hospital.

However, on the way to Dean Hospital, he saw another Robo Clinic introduced by the waiter.

It feels like a scrap yard, with a mess of metal garbage piled up at the door and even the sign is rusted.

When Zhang Ji saw this, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Can this also be replaced with a prosthesis?

Just as he was about to move forward, a figure was thrown out from the clinic and landed directly in front of Zhang Ji.

"You dare to steal business from our Dean Gang? Are you really tired of living?"

Two young men holding guns, covered in tattoos and with traces of prosthetic modifications on their right arms, walked out of the door.

Their guns were now aimed at the figure lying in front of Zhang Ji.

"What are you looking at? Get out of the way, cripple!"

Zhang Ji had been using the translation function on his phone, and he was delighted when he heard the translation coming out of the phone.

"Bang~! Bang~!"

No one could see clearly what happened. Only the two broken guns and the two people who crashed into the pile of scrap and were not sure whether they were dead or alive seemed to indicate something.

Zhang Ji held the wooden stick and prepared to leave.

A hand went to grab his leg, but he whipped it away with the stick.

"Hiss! It hurts! Sir, sir, please don't leave so quickly. If you help me, I can give you money, a lot of money. Can you be my bodyguard?"

A series of words came out of the other party's mouth, and Zhang Ji's phone almost couldn't translate them.

He looked down and saw that the person grabbing his left foot was the one who was thrown out.

A man wearing glasses, who looks to be around thirty years old.

"Money," Zhang Ji murmured.

Originally, he planned to use force to seize the prosthetic body. It was simple and brutal, which was quite suitable for the background in this place.

But now it seems that maybe there is no need to rob. If he spends some money, people will be more attentive and he can also reduce some risks.

(End of this chapter)