——Intelligent Management Bureau Headquarters·Equipment Section——

"Young man, you are lucky. There is actually one in stock in the warehouse. What do you want to apply for this thing for?" The chief of the equipment department is a talkative person who won't stop talking since he is the only section chief in the equipment department.

Everything that is left alive has been automated. It is conceivable that anyone who is alone in front of a pile of dumb cargo sorting machines every day will not be in a particularly good state of mind.

"Isn't this an auxiliary shooting control? Of course it is used for injection reinforcement." Aaron looked around at the injection gun with a tube of mercury liquid in his hand and answered casually.

"I know that's what it does, but it has side effects and is already outdated, isn't it? The one you have was manufactured ten years ago and is almost past its shelf life. It's hard to tell whether the manufacturer is still there.

Who would risk injecting it if they have nothing to do?" The equipment section chief kept talking as if he didn't notice that Aaron was too lazy to pay attention to him.

Aaron simply ignored him. If he met someone, he would have to tell him about his refusal to use terminal technology, which would tire him to death.

"Oh, I understand!" The equipment section chief, who misunderstood the silence, suddenly slapped his forehead, "Is your next mission going to be an undercover job for an anti-technology group, so that's why you need this thing for self-defense?"

"...You are so smart." Aaron was speechless for a while, so he simply followed this guy's guessing, otherwise the topic would be endless.

By the way, the Administration also has an undercover mission to go undercover against anti-technology groups?

"Hey, who do you think I am? I have been the section chief here for more than ten years." The equipment section chief smiled proudly, "Oh, it's really not easy for you to get into this kind of job. That auxiliary control in your hand is...

After vaccination, a lot of water and calories will be consumed, so it is best to have two bottles of orange juice on hand during implantation to avoid thirst and hypoglycemia."

"Thank you for reminding me, I took the things." This was something he should say in his position. Aaron nodded and thanked him, took the things and left.

Next door to the Special Investigation Team downstairs in the Equipment Section is the testing ground. Compared to the shooting range of the police station, it is exaggeratedly large and sturdy. Even so, traces of wear and tear can still be seen everywhere. It must have been developed by the Intelligent Management Bureau in order to deal with the increasingly serious threat of terminal loss of control.

and introduced a variety of powerful equipment.

He found a stool and sat down casually. He bought two bottles of orange juice and kept them at hand according to the equipment section chief's instructions. Aaron was a little nervous. Although newborns these days will be vaccinated with nanomachines when they are born, they are symbiotically formed with the human body.

The basic nanonetwork is the foundation for contemporary humans to quickly connect external devices, but the basic nanonetwork does not have the ability to directly interfere with human body movement, but the auxiliary control that Aaron will inoculate next does.

"Tsk!" Smacking his tongue, Aaron suddenly picked up the injection gun, pointed it at his left arm and pulled the trigger.

At first, there was almost no feeling when the injection gun was hit on the arm, and then suddenly something alive and foreign seemed to be flowing under the skin. Aaron could not describe this weird feeling. The most intuitive word that came to his mind was "disgusting", and then

Not only the vaccinated left arm, but also the right arm began to feel the same.

For about a minute or two, Aaron briefly lost control of his arms. He watched helplessly as his fingers trembled like insects with their own lives. This made him feel very frightened, and then his body was

The feeling of a foreign body taking control subsided like a tide, and what came up again was a strong sense of dizziness and thirst.

Unbearable, Aaron followed the equipment section chief's instructions and unscrewed the orange juice beside him and poured it into his mouth. The side effects of this implant were more exaggerated than what he described. Two whole bottles of orange juice were poured into his stomach, and fructose and fructose poured into his blood vessels.

The water replenished the body's nutrients that had been deprived of self-replication by the implant. Only then did Aaron feel better than before, although the strange feeling of his hands being controlled by foreign objects still lingered for a long time.

"...It's terrible." He stretched out his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead. Aaron put his hand in front of his eyes and examined it repeatedly as if to confirm whether it still belonged to him.

"Auxiliary shooting controls?" Suddenly, a familiar voice asked from behind.

"Uncle Ling?!" Aaron was startled and turned around quickly.

"Why did you remember to get vaccinated?" Ling Chong frowned at him from behind, "You came back safely from the scene without notifying me. It was Miss Zhou who contacted me to know that you were fine."

"I was just... busy and forgot." Aaron grinned awkwardly. He couldn't say that he was preoccupied and didn't contact Ling Chong on purpose.

"Okay, don't try too hard." Ling Chong obviously saw through Aaron's poor excuse but didn't point it out, "Back to business, why did you remember the vaccination control?"

"As long as I stay in the Bureau, there will be more and more situations where I encounter out-of-control terminals. I can't rely on others to protect me like this time. Even if I can't help, I can't help Uncle Ling and

Everyone is holding back." Aaron lowered his head and pursed his lips.

"Then you remembered this thing?" Ling Chong smiled and stood in front of Aaron, "It's a shame you can bear it. The feeling of inoculating the auxiliary control is not pleasant."

"Uncle Ling has been vaccinated before?" Aaron raised his head and asked.

"When I first joined the army, nano-implant technology was at its peak. Being incorporated into the Ministry of Peacekeeping meant that I had to be compulsorily vaccinated with a variety of implants to ensure corresponding combat effectiveness." Ling Chong said as he came to the shooting target.

, "Type 40 pistol, one hundred meters fast moving target."

A loaded Type 40 pistol immediately popped up on the target, and several holographic projection moving targets also popped up in the distance.

"Pah, pah, pah!" Ling Chong raised his gun and fired continuously. He didn't aim but every shot hit. Aaron was dumbfounded.

"Is this the ability of auxiliary controls?" Even though the two of them have known each other for so many years and have a close relationship as father and son, Ling Chong has never had the opportunity to show this skill in front of Aaron.

"It depends on who you're using it for. Everything depends on experience." Ling Chong shook his head and handed the gun in his hand to Aaron, "You will know the difference if you try it."

"Uncle Ling, you know, I haven't been very good at this since I was a child." Aaron smiled bitterly and took the pistol, wondering in his mind how to use this control.

"Yes, you have been a good boy since you were a child. If it hadn't been for your father's troubles..." Ling Chong sighed deeply, "You don't have to think too much, as long as you make corresponding movements, the controls will automatically adjust your hands and eyes."

Coordination is corrected to the highest level within the error."

"Fifty-meter fixed target." Aaron, who was seriously lacking in confidence in himself, chose the simplest target. Several projected figures popped up from the artificial terrain not far away.

Aaron tried to make himself assume the usual shooting posture, and then he immediately understood intuitively what Ling Chong said about the automatic correction - the feeling that his arms no longer belonged to him appeared again, but this time

It was no longer a completely irregular movement but the fastest and most standard shooting action according to the instructions of his brain. At that moment, Aaron felt that it might be the first time in his life that he had made such a standard shooting action.

"Pah! Pah! Pah!" Only the finger that pulled the trigger was still under his control. After the clean gunshot, all the projected targets disappeared. This was a good result that Aaron could not dream of before.

"Wherever the eyes look, the hands will automatically follow?" Aaron has roughly understood the function of this auxiliary control.

"Yes, it feels a bit like a first-person shooter." Ling Chong gave an example that was a bit old for Aaron, "The feeling of losing control of the body was particularly bad at first, but after you get used to it, you will find this thing

It’s really convenient. In the past, it took several years and tens of thousands of rounds of bullets for a master shooting master to have hand-eye coordination at the training center. With this thing, it only takes a few minutes.”

"But now it's almost useless again." Aaron couldn't help but make a sarcastic remark.

"Yes, that's how the wheels of time roll forward. Before we have time to be nostalgic, we may have become old things." Ling Chong sighed with deep understanding, "It's really hard to rely on such outdated things.

Can it give you any sense of security?"

"At least it's better than doing nothing." Aaron turned his face away, put the gun in his hand back on the shooting stand and recovered it.

Ling Chong nodded without saying anything, and someone knocked on the door behind him.
Chapter completed!