Kahn took Turing through the shooting range and came to a mechanical gate behind the bar.

"A little confidentiality measure."

After explaining to Turing, Kahn walked to the door and pressed it a few times, where there was a side terminal the size of a palm.

"So the place outside is for mercenaries?" Turing pointed to the shooting range outside.

"The manager has created some so-called senior members, so they can come here. It can be considered a business. Sometimes they will spontaneously organize some gun games...some small bets."

Turing nodded, which made him more aware of the life of mercenaries.

Then he turned his head and saw Kahn gently pressing his face a few centimeters away from the terminal, a ray of light flashed across the surface of her eyeball.

"Iris verification?" Turing was a little curious about what this place was.

"That's right."

Kahn straightened up, and the sound of mechanical rotation and biting from the thick steel gate was heard, and it opened with a slight sound of the air valve.

It was pitch black inside.

"Come on, this is my favorite place."

Kahn walked in first, and the sensing lights inside lit up one after another. Turing followed her, and then he was able to get a glimpse of the whole picture.

The whole room is not big, but it is filled with various mechanical instruments, like a small laboratory.

Turing also saw a bed in the corner, with a faint fragrance floating in the air.

"This is yours..."

"One of the bedrooms." Kahn smiled faintly.

"I remember you said, are you not a scientist?"

Looking at the machines in the room, Turing thought of the first time she saw Kahn and asked her about carbon transformation. She rejected her question on the grounds that she was not a scientist.

"Of course not, and the exact name should be called mechanic. I'm just a user."

"This is probably not a place where mercenaries can come, right?" Turing asked.

Large basement, mechanical doors for iris verification.

They are only meeting for the second time, and the place is obviously not simple, which makes him doubt Kahn's intentions.

"Do you think anyone can drink the wine I made?" Kahn tilted his head.

"You are a carbon transformer. Grandpa told me to help you as much as possible before leaving. But after grandpa comes back, you have to go to Wilson."

"So what is carbon change?"

This is what Turing has always been confused about. Saxophone helps himself, and Kahn always uses "carbon transformation" to evade himself. How good is carbon transformation? Can you and your grandfather and grandson help you deliver equipment?

"I knew you didn't trust me."

Kahn leaned on a table, and his cold green eyes glanced at Turing.

"I told you about the concept of strengthening the system before. Wilson has been studying this. Grandpa is a loyal supporter of the carbon change system."

"The reason why carbon change is called carbon change is because this system is intended to feed back to the human body based on special implants, so as to change the essence of human beings as carbon-based organisms, and thus sublimate to a new species with no theoretical limits."

"Of course, no one has really done it so far, just listen to the story."

"As a person with signs of carbon change, you are naturally the 'like' that grandfather values. This is not something that ordinary people can compare with. Moreover, even successful people in the carbon change system are rare species."

Hearing Kahn's words, Turing rubbed his forehead.

Carbon becomes, what does carbon become?

Silicon-based?

If this is the case, then he seems to have a way. For example, he will take a needle of decarbonization liquid and transform on the spot.

Turing hasn't tried human injections.

So the Saxophone system is actually similar to Geller Sting's?

Stopped the random thoughts in his mind, he turned to look at Kahn and asked tentatively:

"So you want to try sliced ​​me?"

"Of course not." Kahn was amused by Turing's statement, "Anatomy is meaningless for the study of carbon change. Grandpa should ask you to study it together and do some calculations. It is also good for your body."

"Then why didn't you tell me before?"

"I'm too lazy to say it." Kahn tilted his head lazily, "Anyway, if you go to the company, Grandpa will tell you these things."

Turing: "…"

Although I don’t know why the grandfather and grandson of Wilson always thought that they were “carbon-turning humans”, their phantom limbs were transformed from ivy and reached a strange symbiosis with them. Turing could also feel that the mechanized ivy was constantly changing his body subtly.

For example, enhanced memory, neuroreflexes and dynamic vision, these obvious brain-related changes are the biggest evidence.

"So trust me, we have no malice towards you. But just remind you that Grandpa may want to absorb you into the company."

"I'll talk about this later. Let's get to the point first."

Turing was not too pretentious about this issue, and Lucia's little trouble was still on it.

He was going to visit Wilson, but he had basically accepted Kahn's remarks. Sax had seen him and would have done it long ago if he wanted to reveal his identity or ability information.

However, he hadn't thought about this possibility yet after joining Wilson.

He no longer delayed and took off his coat, revealing his phantom limb exoskeleton.

The moment the coat was taken off, Kahn's eyes lit up.

"Is this...your implant?"

She quickly walked to Turing's body and reached out to touch the exoskeleton on his chest.

She still remembers the shape of the Turing implant, which is very similar to this one.

"Yes, an application I just made up for today."

"Did you tear a tentacle and create it?" Kahn asked curiously.

Kahn didn't know the very buggy nature of mechanical proliferation, nor did he know that phantom limbs were originally plants, so he could never have thought that this was "grown".

Turing was speechless and directly untied the phantom limbs covering the surface of his body. A burst of mechanical tentacles danced wildly, and finally hung behind him. However, the main body was not retracted, and the ability of mechanical proliferation was difficult to explain, so he didn't want to be exposed.

"In fact, it's more than you think."

"So that's it... Your helmet is also your implant? Are you trying to test the impact resistance of this purpose?"

Kahn changed his lazy normality and touched Turing's helmet with great enthusiasm, but Turing turned his head and opened it too much, so he could only grab the touch limb behind him.

But then, this curiosity turns into a strong doubt.

"This material...is unique, not ordinary steel. What kind of implant is this?"

Listening to Kahn's question, Turing said seriously:

"This is a creeper."

"This joke is really bad."

Kahn smiled, obviously not taking it seriously.

Turing shrugged.

"If you don't want to say it, forget it."

"You want earthquake-resistant equipment, are you worried about the impact resistance of the exoskeleton?"

Turing nodded and told Kahn that the exoskeleton blocked the bullet but was injured on his shoulder, but he did not say much details, such as the ability to proliferate.

"Let me see your injuries."

Turing paused, and his helmet turned to Kahn, and his hesitant voice came:

"You want me to take it off?"

Hearing this, Kahn reached out and gently touched the side of Turing's helmet.

"You're shy."

No matter how you look, it looks like you are touching your face and teasing.

"I don't."

Turing vetoed it with a veto. After gently blocking Kahn's hand, he turned around and took off his clothes, revealing his pale upper body.

"You're a little narrower than it looks. Well... it's not a particularly serious injury. Can you cover it again?" His gentle fingers poked Turing's shoulders lightly and complained about his figure.

Turing rolled his eyes under his helmet, and the exoskeleton reorganized on his body again.

What does it mean to be "narrow"? Isn't it just that it's not that big-skinned?

Seeing Turing finish the package again, Kahn walked to the mechanical table, pulled out a pistol from below and pointed it at Turing.

Click.

"Hey, what are you doing?"
To be continued...