The funny thing is that on the one hand, humans are trying to suppress the androids who have awakened their self-consciousness, while on the other hand, pure-blooded humans are trying to mechanic themselves to obtain more powerful bodies and long lives.

Extremes like these geeks even want to program their minds to be completely mechanized from the body to the mind.

It's ironic.

Machines want to become people, and people want to become machines.

"What are you looking at?"

Mawson just looked at it twice, and the woman with the completely mechanized left half of her face suddenly turned her head sideways and stared at Mawson viciously.

Mawson also knew that his behavior was not very polite, so he withdrew his gaze and said nothing more.

Geeks are rare, even within the Gear Gang, Mawson has only heard people mention it a few times, and today is the first time to meet a real person, I can't help but be a little curious.

"Looks like everyone gets along pretty well." A voice came, and Bordeaux walked over with meticulously combed hair and a proper uniform.

He looked around, "Now that everyone is here, let's get started." ”

He crossed his fingers, "I'll ask one last time before I start, it's not too late if anyone wants to leave." But if you know the goal of this mission, it means that all of you here have automatically taken over the task. ”

"If anyone tries to quit again, he will be the enemy of all of us!" At the end, Bordeaux's voice grew slightly colder.

Seeing that no one was silent, the indifference on his face subsided, "Haha, a wise decision." ”

With a snap of his fingers, Bordeaux pointed to the woman who had been stared at by Mawson just now and whispered, "Ms. Aurora, I don't want my next words to be heard by anyone on the scene except us, okay?" ”

The woman nodded, "No problem. ”

"Thank you."

"I'm on the same team, so I'll give you a brief introduction."

"The Aurora lady just now is in charge of the data collection, reconnaissance and invasion of our operation, which is one of the logistics supports."

"This gentleman next to her, everyone can call him a scavenger, has a certain degree of mechanical repair ability, and is also a Yuan Energy warrior who has reached the apex of the second level, and is good at assassination!"

Slowly, he whistled, "As you can see, they're a couple. ”

"This majestic gentleman, named Storm Bear, is our heavy fire support, Mr. Storm Bear has modified most of his hands and torso to be a mobile arsenal."

"This girl next to her, everyone can call her an angel, don't look at her young age, but she is a member of the trauma emergency response team that is being prepared."

"It is recommended that everyone have a good relationship with her, she can perform most surgeries on the battlefield except for craniotomy, and the medicine she carries can also save your life at a critical moment."

"Finally, this gentleman ......," Bordeaux turned his gaze to Mawson.

"Codenamed Winter Soldier, he is a powerful biochemical modifier."

Bordeaux didn't introduce much about Mawson, but after listening to his words, everyone in the field turned their eyes to Mawson.

"It's a biochemical modder!" The scavenger hugged Aurora's waist and said with a look of disgust.

"No wonder I can smell you so far away!"

Although the others didn't say anything, their eyes looking at Mawson couldn't help but be a little colorful.

The area where Kazuya City is located is largely controlled by the Mecha Alliance, and everyone who lives here is not necessarily a fanatical mechanical prosthetic modifier.

But they are somewhat disgusted with the transformation of the human body in the direction of biochemistry.

Because of the branch of technology, the two routes of biochemistry and technology are distinct, and under the mutual competition and intentional guidance of several top companies, the two camps are constantly in dispute, and they are not very pleasing to each other.

The overlord-level companies gathered together to form two hidden opposites: the Mechanical Alliance and the Biochemical Dynasty.

Although it has not risen to the point of confrontation, when they meet each other, they will more or less ridicule each other.

Mawson's former border city was one of the few highly developed order-based cities in the vicinity, and although the mechanical alliance had the upper hand, he did not experience discrimination against biochemical transformers there.

It was the first time he had experienced the disgust of being transformed in a different direction, but he didn't care much about it, the less opportunities he had to communicate with others, the safer he became.

Not having a citizen ID is not a big deal, but if someone peeks into his replicant identity, it is really dangerous.

Glancing at the scavenger not far away, Mawson knew that this guy had taken the opportunity to attack because of the gaze he had just given to the woman named Aurora.

Although he wished that no one would take care of him, he was blatantly slapped in the face, and Mawson didn't have any thoughts of swallowing his anger.

"What do you see, do you have an opinion?" The scavenger snorted coldly.

"Be careful!"

The scavenger was talking, but the aurora next to him suddenly roared.

At the moment when her voice sounded, there was a piercing sound of breaking through the air, and Mawson's arm swelled, turning into a sharp blade at the tip, and in the blink of an eye, it slashed in front of the scavenger's eyes.

"You're looking for death!"

The scavenger's three fingers were pressed together, and in an instant they turned into a dagger, blocking Mawson's attack in a moment.

"You dare to do it, I'll kill you!"

The scavenger roared violently, and the other hand let go of the aurora, but before he could bully him, there was a sudden flash of cold light, and his cold hair stood on end, and he slammed his head to the side.

"Whew!"

The tip of Mawson's right hand swelled again and slashed at the scavenger's cheek.

The scavenger's cheek was covered with a finger-long streak of blood, the wound was about half a finger deep, the flesh rolled outward like a fish's mouth, and half of his face was covered in blood.

If it weren't for him hiding in time, half of his face would probably be gone.

Ignoring anything else, the scavenger pushed away the aurora and retreated frantically, knocking over the tables, chairs and sofas with his body, and the field was in shambles.

But the attack he expected did not hit, and after Mawson succeeded in the first blow, he did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but withdrew the right hand that had skyrocketed.

He is very measured, and knows that as long as the small friction between the players is not too excessive, Bordeaux will turn a blind eye, but if it comes to the point of not dying, he will definitely stop it.

The contrast between the scavenger's embarrassment and Mawson's indifference was stark, and he raised his head, his face surging with blood and his eyes turning red.

Mawson's calm fell into his eyes as a silent show-off and ridicule.

"You're so weak, stay away from me, lest I accidentally kill you." Mawson said softly.

Enraged, the scavenger lost his mind and was about to attack desperately when he heard the cold snort of Bordeaux not far away.

"Enough!"

"Since we're on a team, we're all partners." Bordeaux played a round.

However, it was clear that the scavenger did not listen, and at this time, Aurora came over and seemed to whisper something, and the scavenger glanced at Mawson indignantly and sat aside.

Sure enough, in any world, strength is the universal language, and seeing Mawson's strength, everyone changed their opinions about him.

The situation eased a little before Bordeaux continued.