Chapter 065 Little Mechanic
As a doctor, Ryan naturally knew the name of "Irubec Nieto".
It's not just because that guy has , many medical professional books are directly or indirectly written by this guy.
Moreover, in Pisis's storage ring, Ryan had seen the origin of the name "Mad Irubek".
It was a briefing from ten years ago, in which the Royal College of Medicine of Omagh announced the expulsion of a crazy doctor named Irubek.
It is said that the guy likes to do some crazy research that violates ethical laws. For example, genetic fusion of different organisms, organ transplantation between different organisms, breeding of half-orcs...
All in all, it sounds a bit like an evil doctor with anti-human tendencies.
Then, he seemed to have done something that offended the top dignitaries, and was put on an "S-level wanted list" by the Omar officials, and he has since disappeared.
In short, official reports characterized this "Ilubek" as a guy who had become obsessed with some crazy research.
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The "Glorious City" really can accommodate everyone.
Before, there was the rebellious [Storm General] Baron, and now there is an "S-level wanted" doctor who has disappeared for ten years.
Although Ryan knew that official reports all had certain political tendencies, no matter how he looked at it, this "Irubek" seemed like some kind of mad scientist who would do anything for his research.
However, in order to solve the insect infestation in his body, he still went to the laboratory directed by the vice president with trepidation.
Soon, Ryan came to a corner in District No. 5 that was blocked from light by high-rise buildings all year round.
If it weren't for the doctor's advice, he would never have believed that at the bottom of this steel forest, in a laboratory converted from a sewer, there was a person standing at the top of the medical field.
The rusted iron gate, which looked like it could be kicked through with one foot, had no blocking effect at all.
But on the rusty iron plate next to it, there were a few large yellow painted words sprayed on it: "Private laboratory, poisonous gas inside, no entry without permission", and a skull with a strong warning meaning.
Ryan hesitated in front of the door for a long time without knocking.
"Maybe we found the wrong place?"
He felt inexplicably nervous; this place looked like a slum rather than a top medical laboratory.
His instinctive caution made him wonder if he had been cheated, or if he had fallen into some black market organ trafficking trap. For example, he was knocked unconscious as soon as he entered, and when he woke up, his kidneys and other organs were gone...
Thinking of this, he quietly started the micro boiler of his right robotic arm.
Then, when he was about to knock on the door, there was a click in the room and someone came out.
Accompanied by loud communication.
"Grandpa Neto, I'll take the medicine first... I will definitely raise the money for the materials for you as soon as possible. Once I finish the mechanical implant order in my hand, it should be enough."
"Little Carl, don't worry about the money. Take good care of your grandfather. The instrument that old man promised me hasn't been manufactured yet. Don't let him die first."
"I know. Grandpa won't die..."
Just as he finished speaking, a little boy about eleven or twelve years old pushed open the iron door of the sewer and bumped into Ryan who was standing at the door.
"Huh... we actually have a visitor today."
The little boy, who seemed to be called Carl, muttered something curiously and gave Ryan a curious look.
Then, his eyes rested for a moment on the mechanical arm hidden by the sleeve on Ryan's right arm.
The little boy seemed like half the owner and asked, "Who are you looking for?"
Ryan asked: "Excuse me, is this Dr. Irubek's laboratory? I was asked by Dean Bick of the 'Winster Hospital' to come here to see a doctor..."
"oh."
Carl showed a hint of realization, and shouted into the pipe at the top of his voice: "Grandpa Nieto, someone is looking for you!"
Soon, a response came from the room: "Let him in..."
"Grandpa Nieto wants you to come in."
Carl pointed at the door and said, "Don't touch anything after you go in. Go straight and turn left. There is a mechanism to prevent thieves inside. If you touch anything, it will trigger the poison gas..."
After a pause, the child's eyes flashed with a mischievous light, and he continued: "Of course, it doesn't matter if you accidentally touch it. Grandpa Neto is in the house anyway, and the poison probably won't kill you, but your eyes and throat will be burning and painful..."
Listening to the vivid description, this little brat must have been mischievously fooled in the past.
“…”
Ryan's face jumped when he heard this. It turned out that the warning on the sign was not just a scare tactic. There was really poisonous gas here.
"Oh, thank you."
A thank you that was neither funny nor sad.
Only then did he notice that the little boy named Carl had many black oil stains on his clothes and looked like a little mechanic who often stayed by the lathe.
Carl planned to delay a little longer, so he passed by Ryan happily with the package in his hand.
After running a few steps, perhaps because his obsessive-compulsive disorder could not stand it anymore, he turned around and pointed at Ryan's mechanical arm, saying in a condescending tone: "Well... the mechanical arm needs maintenance. The 'PMVI Micro-motion Air Hammer Improved Version' mechanical arm in your hand has a small design flaw in the glove joints, especially when it is stained with blood, it is easy to corrode. You must remember to oil it for maintenance, otherwise the corroded parts will become very stiff, which will cause hidden dangers when using it."
"???"
When Ryan heard this, he was confused by the string of mechanic's professional terms.
However, this guy actually recognized the model of this mechanical arm just by looking at a small piece of the glove? Not easy ...
If I remember correctly, the instruction manual of this robotic arm seems to say "Improved version of PMVI micro-motion air hammer".
He asked, "You are a mechanic? And... do you know this mechanical arm?"
Carl had a youthful look on his face, and said, "Of course. After all, I designed and manufactured this robotic arm myself two years ago. I remember it was custom-made for a Marquis."
“…”
Ryan didn't know what to say.
This thing looks like stolen goods from the "Weasel Gang". I didn't expect to meet the designer who made it.
But then again, this kid looks only about eleven or twelve years old. How could he have designed such an ingenious robotic arm two years ago?
To be honest, this made Ryan very suspicious.
But from the previous conversation, this guy seemed to have a close relationship with Irubek inside.
Ryan did not dare to look down on him and said, "Oh, it's an honor to meet you, Mr. Mechanic."
"Well, it's an honor to meet you, too."
Then, the little boy revealed a professional smile of a businessman and began to promote his business: "I have a mechanical shop called 'Carl's Mechanical Repair Shop' in the 19th block above. If you need customized mechanical equipment or maintenance of a robotic arm, you can come to me. The quality and price must be the best in the city..."
He was very familiar with the advertising words, and it seemed that he often introduced it to people. The urgency in his eyes made people feel that he was in great need of money.
Ryan nodded: "Okay, if I need you, I will definitely go."
"Thank you. Goodbye."
The little boy responded with a smile, turned around and left without saying anything more.
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"What an interesting kid..."
Ryan didn't take it to heart and clenched the gloves in his hands. Since they had never been maintained, the mechanical joints seemed to be a bit sluggish.
He shrugged. What he said really made him want to go to the little boy's shop to see what was going on.
If this robotic arm really came from "Carl's Mechanical Repair Shop", perhaps we can find some other good mechanical equipment there.
He thought so.
