Chapter 15: A refund.
"Hey! The fuck is your problem!!?"
The second thug grabbed his shoulder and tried to throw him off of his seat. Dante matched his motion, rotating his body on the stool so he wouldn't fall off. As the coughing settled, he wiped his mouth and glared up at him.
"The hell do you want?"
"We told you to scram." The thug with the metallic arm tapped Dante's chest. "You deaf or something?"
A red line appeared on his head and moved down. As it passed his artificial limb, a red screen appeared as if to select that area.
[This bionic arm is made of subpar materials.] Said Volcan. [The circuits are inefficient, and the processing cores are not optimized for this type of bionics. In all likelihood, it is a low-grade product made from different scrap materials. It does not seem to have been implanted correctly either.]
To Dante, everything the AI said was only the obvious. He didn't need to be knowledgeable about bionics to know that a street rat could only afford some cheap junk assembled somewhere in The Pit. Anyone with better bionics wouldn't be playing gangster on the streets of Hollowgrid.
[Dante, I'm detecting a breaching attempt. The second individual is trying to forcefully infiltrate your Neural Interface Module.]
Shifting his gaze, Dante pierced the thug in the biker jacket with a glare, causing him to flinch back.
[The infiltration attempt has been successfully blocked. Your upgraded Neural Interface Module is perfectly shielded against such low-level hacking techniques.]
'Huh?' Dante raised an eyebrow. 'Really?'