Ripperdoc Clinic

Arnold stopped the car at the intersection and Bai Rui opened the door and got in.

As the saying goes, you have to do the whole thing when you act. Bai Rui asked Arnold to act as much as possible like a real person. She not only rented a single room for him outside but also bought him his own car. Of course, unlike poor V, Bai Rui paid for it in full.

Arnold's car is the Thunder Mackinaw MTL1, a multi-purpose heavy-duty pickup truck.

It is strong but not bulky; affordable but of high quality; it is perfectly suited to the busy city roads where business and travel are frequented, and it can also be used in the desert surrounding the city.

If Bai Rui wanted, she could also weld a heavy machine gun on the roof of the car and use it as an armed pickup truck.

Such a car full of coolness and power is very suitable for Arnold. Bai Rui sat in the passenger seat, feeling the rumbling vibration of the motor coming from the soles of her feet, and thought so.

Bai Rui controlled it in her mind, and Arnold, wearing sunglasses and with a cold face, stepped on the accelerator and hit the road.

To be honest, this feeling is quite strange.

Bai Rui now seemed to have the vision of two people at the same time. She could feel Arnold, and Arnold could feel herself through the body.

To be honest, if it weren't for the support of the system, she might have schizophrenia now, unable to tell whether she was manipulating Arnold or Arnold was manipulating her.

But at least there is a difference.

Arnold's senses of sight, hearing, taste, touch and smell are all collected and analyzed by sensors. Bai Rui cannot feel Arnold's true feelings as a living organism.

It was like playing a game, Bai Rui was just controlling the protagonist on the screen.

Bai Rui finally found an appropriate description.

While thinking, he stepped on the brakes.

They arrived at Skyscraper No. 10, which contained Bai Rui and V's nest, as well as Bai Rui's secret processing room.

Bai Rui was not stupid enough to go looking for trouble with the scavengers with bare hands. Before looking for trouble with the enemy, she should at least gather all her weapons first.

The gun "Vitamin B" is carried with her. The weapon she is talking about is naturally not this, but the new thing Bai Rui made.

Arriving at the parking lot and unlocking the door of the repair shop, Bai Rui walked through her crowded workshop and found the things she had placed there.

A kinetic arm guard with a high-tech feel, with wires and metal frames on the surface. It looks very rough because it is a prototype.

While building the machine, Bai Rui was also thinking about ways to increase her own combat effectiveness, as well as ways to help V improve her combat effectiveness.

After much thought, she decided that without damaging her body, she could only adopt an exoskeleton armor design that was the opposite of prosthetic transformation.

In this cyberpunk world, perhaps because prosthetic modification technology is very advanced, the development of exoskeleton armor is very slow. Even if there are some finished products, they are large-scale mechas used in industry, and there are no very mature miniaturized products.

And Bai Rui is ready to fill this gap.

This power arm guard is the first generation product, which she modified based on the principle of a prosthetic mechanical arm. Although it is still immature, it has considerable power. She would like to take this opportunity to experiment with it.

The system interface is displayed as follows:

"Kinetic Armguard Prototype: [Rare]

Review: A strange contraption of cheap industrial pipes and inferior batteries that makes shooting a gun as easy as doing craftsmanship.

Ignoring the system's funny comments, Bai Rui turned on the switch and reached her hand in. She was wrapped in layer upon layer of metal armor plates, extending all the way to her shoulders. As the thermal energy battery began to work, blue light began to emit from the gaps between the armor plates. After a vibration, Bai Rui felt infinite strength coming from her two hands.

She had tested it and found that with the help of the kinetic arm guard, her strength increased by at least three points, reaching 11 points, which was comparable to some mercenaries who had undergone prosthetic modifications.

Without hesitation, after the arm guard was equipped, Bai Rui returned to the car and drove to the junction of Kabuki District and the North City Industrial Zone. She wanted to meet the suspicious client, the prosthetic doctor Charles, first.

If the theft of the goods this time had anything to do with him, Bai Rui would make sure he would pay for it. She hated being schemed against, especially her money. This time, the scavenger had walked right into her trap.

The Kabuki district was once the pride of Japanese medical companies in the Watson District, and its proximity to a famous medical center made the entire area prosperous.

But now, other companies have either been destroyed by the Arasaka Group or forced to move to the other side of the bay, and Kabuki District may have become the poorest neighborhood in Night City (excluding Pacific Island, we mean the areas that are still in operation).

But what Night City lacks the least is people. The Kabuki District was soon filled with diaspora and later evolved into a dark underground market.

The narrow, maze-like alleys of the Kabuki district are filled with grocery stores, shoddy cosmetics shops, and cheap thrift stores, all decorated with Chinese lanterns and flashing neon signs.

The entire area is densely populated, except for the warehouses and abandoned factories in the north that are occupied by various gangs, temporary workers, and drug addicts.

The Tiger Claws are still active in the neighborhood, as are some Uzumaki gang members from the city's northern industrial district, but none of them have claimed control of the Kabuki district.

This power vacuum provided a foothold for another local gang, the Mox, under whose jurisdiction the Lizzie's Bar, one of the most popular dream clubs and brothels in the Kabuki district, fell.

After nightfall, the Kabuki District becomes the black market center of Night City.

Implants, organs, combat drugs, cybernetic components, steroids, synthetic viruses, and records of super dream experiences, all can be bought as long as you have the right place and seller information.

Several black clinics are said to operate in hidden basements or back rooms, installing illegal military technology groups and prototype cyber components, and these people claim that their prosthetics come from laboratories in Chiba City or bio clinics in Scandinavia. My guide warned me to be careful when buying goods of unknown origin, and some black market merchants' goods are provided by scavengers.

Those creepy bastards are the meanest scum in the area, stalking ignorant tourists, dragging them down to their basements for dissections, then reselling the implants and organs to the unscrupulous Kabuki District Ripperdocs.

"Well, that's about it," a veteran Kabuki tour guide said lightly. "The scavengers go about their business undisturbed. The police won't search the area either. The only police you'll find here are detectives lurking around, competing with middlemen and corporate-hired investigators looking for some stolen company technology or missing persons."

At noon, in an alley in the Kabuki district, the car door opened and Bai Rui, wearing black hard-soled boots, stepped on the ground.

On the opposite corner is the address of their client provided by Old Vic, the clinic of Charles, the Ripperdoc.

Pushing the door open, Bai Rui walked in by herself.

Arnold's figure was too conspicuous, so he stayed in the car. Bai Rui planned to go and test Charles's strength on her own.

As soon as she entered the door, she smelled a mixture of disinfectant and the irreplaceable smell of blood. Bai Rui frowned. If nothing else, this Ripperdoc was definitely an unhygienic guy. Although a Ripperdoc clinic requires cutting off arms and legs, the odor removal work in Old Vic's clinic was done well, and there was not a trace of blood at all.

There was no one in the room, except for a few worn-out operating chairs. The surrounding windows contained some expensive prosthetics, which were specially lit, for fear that customers would not be able to see the exquisiteness of these high-end goods.

There are more cheap goods in the house, all displayed on the shelves. There are also many prosthetics that are obviously second-hand, all crowded in buckets. There are several buckets in total. Regardless of the quality, at least this guy has a lot of goods.

Bai Rui walked alone among the shelves, scanning the various mechanical prostheses that came in various shapes and were produced from half a century ago to a few days ago.

Looking at these arms, legs, and synthetic spines hanging in disarray on the shelves, Bai Rui felt a little bored. They were all cheap stuff and of no use to her at all.

"Hey, who is that?" As if hearing Bai Rui's footsteps, the door of the lounge opened and half of his body leaned out.

With a stern tone but a weak heart, the man poked his head out tremblingly with a knife in his hand. After looking around and confirming that it was really only Bai Rui and a young girl, he breathed a sigh of relief, opened the door and walked out.

"Welcome, welcome~" The man immediately changed into a slick business tone. As a Ripperdoc, he looked Bai Rui up and down to determine what kind of goods she could afford. "Sit down and take a look. I have all kinds of goods."

"Dr. Charles?" Although the other party's look was extremely rude, in order not to alert the enemy, Bai Rui still tried her best to pretend to be a customer who came to buy prostheses. She looked at the other party with a look that was one part vigilant, two parts flattering, three parts awkward, and four parts worried.