Chapter 404 Sun Jack

Number 43 could see on the network that, with Sun Jack's open-source release, many in Metropolis had already started DNA programming on their own bodies.

After all, compared to the expensive and regularly maintained mechanical prosthetic bodies, the advantages of DNA programming technology were too great, and more importantly, it was free.

Even a lot of people were cashing in on this trend, but he had no plans to switch tracks. The more people there were, the more it meant intense internal competition. He was content digging up Sun Jack clones, which was stronger than anything else.

As for when to use it on himself, he decided to wait until others had tried it and ensured there were no hidden dangers like cyber psychosis before making plans.

Anyway, there were plenty of people in Metropolis too poor to survive, so there was no need to use his own and his friends' bodies for experiments.

It was at this moment that an intense argument broke out from a booth nearby, the sound carrying over to them.

"Fuck your grandfather, I'm telling you! Sun Jack's mother is a dumbass!!"

"Bullshit! He's fighting for our rights! Helping us resist the Holy Grail!"

"Rights? What bullshit rights? I haven't seen any benefits, I just see that my job is gone because of him! My loan for the prosthetic body is overdue!"

"Still fucking worrying about your loan! He did that to prevent you from being exploited by the loan!"

"You believe his fucking lies, you son of a bitch still here drinking?! Why don't you go and die like those dumbasses!"

"Fuck! Say that again, I dare you!!" Accompanied by a burst of intense gunfire, a few seconds later, the two arguing collapsed in a pool of blood.

"Waiter, come clean up the bodies, someone's dead again!"

"Sun Jack, huh?" 43 leaned back in the seat and, turning to 44 across from him, asked, "What do you think about what he's doing?"

"He's doing pretty well, isn't he? If not for Sun Jack pulling this stunt, could we have made this much money?" 44, with a man and a woman he had just summoned, draped them equally across his lap.

"What, you want to mix with him?" 44 asked curiously, trying to persuade his own brother, he said, "Don't get hot-headed like those dumbasses, only to be used as a gun by Sun Jack."

With a "thud," a glass angrily smashed at 44's feet. "Fuck you! They're not hot-headed! They just can't survive!!"

Seeing someone provoking, number 43 immediately stood up with others, looking over in that direction, they spotted a hyena furry in a BCPD blue uniform.

His eyes were blood-red, looking quite drunk, with seven or eight syringes stuck in both arms, a very menacing figure, surrounded by a group of BCPD.

"Faxis?" Number 43 looked at the other's face and couldn't help blurting out.

After saying that, 43 instantly froze, wondering why he could call out the other's name when he was clearly seeing him for the first time.

"You know me?" Faxis stared straight at him.

"Me? I don't know you."

Feeling a bit confused, 43 turned to leave, thinking maybe he should see a doctor for prosthetic bodies, lest he suffered from cyber psychosis and wasn't even aware of it.

However, just as he was about to leave, a voice called out from behind, "Wait a moment," and then 43 saw Faxis staggering toward him.

"Remember, when others are risking their lives to resist, you can stand by and watch coldly, but you shouldn't mock! Especially since he's doing it for all of us!"

43 looked at the other person with an awkward expression, feeling that something was off; the words didn't seem like they should be coming from their mouth. "Then why don't you go help him?"

Faxis was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head sorrowfully. "I can't help him, I can't go back anymore."

"Let's go, don't start a conflict with the BCPD, they're just sitting on the fence, waiting to see who wins to take their side," Number 44 sent a message to his brother.

43 turned to leave Club 69, intending to cool off in the rain, only to find that it had stopped raining. "Fuck, what's wrong with me, why would I say that?"

"Are you alright?" Hopelily asked with some concern by his side.

"I don't know what's happening, but my mind doesn't seem clear." 43 grimaced in discomfort and patted the back of his head forcefully, activating the system's built-in mental health check software.

Number 44 straddled his motorcycle, gesturing to his brother with a nod of his chin. "Go get some sleep, the war over there probably won't end that soon. I'll come find you after it's over."

43 thought it over and realized he hadn't slept for several days, so he decided to head home with Hopelily to try and sleep off what he thought might be insomnia.

However, that night, 43 had many dreams, and when he woke up, he felt even more tired than before, but when he tried to remember them, he found that he couldn't recall anything.

While eating the breakfast prepared by Hope, 43 absentmindedly listened to a program about the life of Prince Jack airing on the holographic TV.

"Sun Jack, male, 23 years old, protagonist of 'Revolution Sun Jack', leader of the Rat Alliance Battle Line...."

"How are you feeling, any better?" Hope placed two eggs in front of 43.

"Same as before."

"Could it be radiation from a nuclear explosion? Let's go see a prosthetic body doctor this afternoon and get a full body checkup," Hopelily suggested worriedly.

"Nothing else to do, I guess. In the past, when I didn't have money, the only problem was getting money. Now that I have the money, it seems like problems are everywhere." Just as 43 was grappling with these thoughts, a name from the TV caught his attention: Hilda.

"Hilda?" 43's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly looked up to see the image of a giant mermaid on the screen. Fragments of broken images suddenly flooded into his mind, causing an intense headache. "Am I... Sun Jack?"

As soon as he uttered those words, the cameras in the room instantly turned toward him, staring fixedly at him.

"43! What's wrong? Are you okay?" Hopelily, seeing something was amiss, quickly pulled out a data cable from her wrist and plugged it into the port at the back of her lover's ear, hurriedly checking his system.

It wasn't long before 43 came to, disconnecting the data cable from his body, "I'm... I'm fine, I'm okay."

"What happened? You've been off for a while now."

"I don't know, it's an indescribable feeling, but... I think I might be Sun Jack."

With a "bang," the door was kicked in and Old Six came charging in with a group of mercenaries.

He stared at 43 with surprise. "You're Sun Jack?"

Then he turned to Hopelily, his voice nearly warped. "Mom?"

He looked back at 43, his voice filled with anguish and rage. "Sun Jack! Fuck your mother! You dare to fuck my mom!?"