Slums, underground chambers.

In a secret laboratory, a young girl with pipes all over her body is standing quietly in the medical cabin with her eyes closed.

The girl's body was covered with streamlined silver-white mechanical armor, exuding an icy metallic luster.

Woven from the finest nanomaterials, the long black hair is tough and flowing, flowing like a waterfall with a faint halo that contrasts with the silver metal body.

"Why hasn't she woken up yet? Obviously, the vital signs have returned to normal."

Outside the medical cabin, a middle-aged man with thinning hair and glasses, his brows furrowed and his eyes restless.

"I've used all the best materials in the black market for her. If she can't wake up, it can only mean that her consciousness has already dissipated. ”

He paused, stood still, and turned his head cautiously to look back.

"Ma'am. Maybe I'm not a black market doctor with enough skills, why don't you go uptown and find the doctors who work for the powerful? ”

The muzzle of the gun against the back of his head was pushed up, and the man didn't dare to make any more superfluous movements for a moment.

His eyes could only look at the girl in the medical cabin again.

At this glance, he briefly fell into a state of obsession, as if facing a work of art, as the creator himself, into a wonderful sense of drift.

"It's so perfect, I can't believe I still have the ability to do this."

The man muttered, his eyes gradually becoming a little misty, and even he didn't believe how he did it.

Although the process is already a little vague in his mind at the moment, the existence of this transformed person is enough to prove that he has the strength of not inferior to the doctors in Shangcheng overnight.

As doctors in the black market, 5% of the reformed people circulating in the black market come from this laboratory hidden deep in the slums.

For him, as long as the money is enough, he can make it without any burden for any purpose.

Transhumans are not entirely legal in the interstellar world, because most of the transhumans, whose body itself has its own genetic sequence, are obtained by informal means.

Not to mention, the black market red light district, those popular beautiful remodelers, each of them is the same as the popular interstellar star, of course, the treatment is very different, and the damage rate is extremely high.

The doctors in the upper town were pretentious and never disdained to do such a business, but he did not refuse to come. However, the body in front of me is not the same as the previous remodelers who were sent to the red light district.

Because the woman with the gun pointed at him behind him, knowing where his laboratory was, broke straight in, saying that she wanted to make a body for her daughter.

"Don't be pretty and weak, be strong enough to protect herself, and kill everyone who wants to hurt her."

The woman's request is really a bit difficult for a black market doctor who is accustomed to pinching porcelain dolls in the red-light district to satisfy the perverted hobbies of the upper class and the powerful.

However, presumably being held against the back of the head by the Grim Reaper, always inspires some amazing creativity.

After he pinched the weak girl form with great ease, his brain seemed to be broken.

When his consciousness cleared up a little again, he realized that he had covered this body with the strongest silver mechanical armor and hollowed out the best defense materials in the laboratory.

Looking up, the man looked at the girl's face.

The face data comes from the lady behind him, the girl looks not very old, but she is undoubtedly beautiful, black eyebrows, black long eyelashes are a rare appearance category in the interstellar world.

Under the girl's eyes, there was a thin red band of light, adding a bit of strangeness to her pale face.

"Madam, this red band of light is the latest brain chip, I have implanted thousands of appearance data, which can be changed at any time. This is my latest attempt and your daughter will love it. ”

With that said, the doctor's brown eyes rolled, but he knew in his heart that if this body could be brought to the red light district, it would definitely be sought after and coaxed.

With thousands of appearance data, how many plays can be completed that the owner wants to try.

In the past, those modified people sent to them, perhaps because of genetic replication defects, were all white-haired and white-eyed, and they were the same, and they were still aesthetically tired when they made fine-tuning on their faces.

This attempt, but he studied it for a long time before modifying the brain chip to contain so much appearance data, and it was really unexpected that he would use this in the process of fragmentation.

Although it's a little distressing, isn't it all the unexpected combination that has created such a strange and livable transformed person?

Suppressing the obscene thoughts in his heart, the doctor quickly returned to his normal appearance.

He shouldn't think so, how can this be the most perfect work of art he has ever created?

Oh, I really don't know what it will be like when these closed eyes are opened?

If he doesn't wake up again, I'm afraid that his business on the black market will come to an end, why hasn't there been any response to the distress alarm sent out by the laboratory?

I hope to arrive before this woman takes the transformer away, so that in addition to getting a million star coins from the woman for nothing, he can also have a better use for this transformer.

As his mind was chaotic, the man's eyes were fixed on the new work of art he had created.

As if hearing his heart, the girl in the medical cabin frowned, seemed to be a little noisy, her eyelashes moved slightly, and finally slowly opened her eyes

"Ho-"

The man let out a strange scream in his throat and subconsciously gasped.

Under the dark neon lights, the black-haired girl is like a ghost who has come out of the dark world.

Mysterious, but also with a strange sense of awe and cruelty.