As ten bags of Power Stimulant Type II were dropped at a hidden location near the target clinics, the cyborg doctors at these ten clinics almost simultaneously received an email signed by Ascension Technology.
[Feisheng Technology Cooperation Invitation]
[Sender: Feisheng Technology]
[recipient:***]
Hello, this is Feisheng Technology. As an emerging pharmaceutical technology company, we are interested in selling our latest products in Night City and would like to invite you to become our sales agent. Product samples have been delivered to ****** near our clinic. We look forward to your experience and feedback. If you would like to place an order for this product, please email us to place your order.
[Attachment: Product Instructions for Power Stimulant Type II]
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Watson District.
North City Industrial Zone.
Inside an underground black clinic.
The cyborg doctor looked at the email in the system and laughed unpleasantly.
"Huh? Ascension Technology? Where did this thing come from? A company? Why would a company need to sell things to underground clinics like us? What's the point of talking so nicely? They're still so sneaky."
In his opinion, if it is a legitimate company, there is no need to cooperate with clinics like theirs. They can sell through regular channels in the market.
Even if the company wanted to expand underground sales channels, it would not have to act so covertly. It could have just sent employees to meet with them.
Therefore, he has judged the so-called Ascension Technology to be an unknown underground workshop in Night City, which wants to make a fortune by relying on stolen formulas or potions made by second-rate pharmacists, or it may be a smuggling gang that wants to put smuggled potions on the market.
However, although he scoffed at such shameless words, his body was still honest enough to click on the product description in the attachment.
After all, no matter what the so-called Ascension Technology is, or what is said in the email, the key is that someone wants to invite him to make money together.
Since there is an opportunity to make money, no matter what it is, you have to take a look at it first. If it is feasible, no one will miss this opportunity.
[Product Name: Power Stimulant Type II]
[A combat stimulant developed by Ascendant Technology. Once injected into the human body, it can increase the user's movement speed by 35% overall. It takes effect immediately and puts the user in a state of excitement, with improved thinking and reaction time. It lasts for 60 seconds and is harmless and has no side effects.]
[Sample Image]
[Order price: 150 Euro/dose]
Looking at the product instructions, the prosthetic doctor pondered for a moment. If the efficacy was truly as described in the instructions, then the price of 150 euros per dose should be completely marketable.
Most of the customers in his store are free mercenaries and gang members. These guys are very willing to spend money to improve their strength. Even the immunosuppressants they buy from him regularly are a huge expense.
If you can spend more than 200 euros to get a good amplification effect on the battlefield, there should be many people who will pay for it.
"Let's take a look at the samples first."
Deciding to verify the authenticity first, the prosthetic doctor found the delivery point of the stimulant sample based on the description in the email.
Got a paper bag containing three stimulants.
Looking at the green medicine in the syringe, it was the first time that the prosthetic doctor had seen such a stimulant.
"Maybe some underground chemist came up with it."
Holding the stimulant, the cyborg doctor walked through the operating area of the clinic and opened the door leading deep into the house.
Walking into the door leading to the basement, I saw that the basement was very spacious and filled with various equipment and storage cabinets used by prosthetic doctors.
In a room in the basement, there is also an operating table, on which lies a half-decomposed body.
There was a living person tied up in the room, but unconscious. His body, without any artificial modifications, didn't look like a hapless gang member.
The cyborg doctor came to him and injected him with an unknown drug, and the unconscious man slowly woke up.
The man looked at the cyborg doctor standing in front of him, fear showing on his face.
"Who are you and what do you want to do? Let me go."
Suddenly he saw the corpse lying on the operating table behind the cyborg doctor, and only then did he realize what had happened to him.
At this moment, he was extremely upset and regretful. He shouldn't have gotten drunk in the bar. Now that he was caught by the scavenger, his fate was predictable.
"It's a scavenger! Don't kill me, I beg you, I can give you money, please let me go." The man felt his hands and feet tied and pleaded madly.
But the cyborg doctor did not respond to him, but just laughed dryly with a hoarse throat.
The cyborg doctor took out a green potion, grabbed his hair and pulled it, exposing his neck.
The needle was inserted into his body and the medicine was injected into his body instantly.
The man only felt a substance flowing throughout his body in an instant, his brain began to become excited, and his body had a desire to move.
Just when he didn't know what he would face, the prototype doctor in front of him suddenly cut the ropes that bound him.
Feeling the feeling of being restrained disappear, looking at the terrifying smile on the cyborg doctor's face, the man didn't dare to think too much. He pushed the cyborg doctor in front of him away and ran out.
At this moment, he just wanted to escape. His numb legs caused him to fall when he stood up, and his left hand happened to press on the corpse on the operating table.
Not caring about the feeling of something wet that he had grabbed, the man continued to stand up and run wildly. The desire to survive made him recover quickly and ignore the strangeness of his legs.
Under the dual influence of stimulants and the desire to survive, the man burst out with an extremely outrageous speed, but in this basement, he had no idea where to run and could only run around like a headless fly.
After finally finding a door, I discovered that it couldn't be opened at all, so I had to keep running.
But when he ran through the entire basement, he found that all the doors were sealed, and his signal could not be transmitted out, so he could not call the police.
He leaned against the basement door in complete despair. Hearing the footsteps of the cyborg doctor approaching him, he knew that he would die sooner or later.
"I'm going to fight you, you bastard."
The man could no longer bear it. He stood up angrily and prepared to look for useful weapons. He would drag that bastard into the water even if he died.
At this moment, the door behind him was opened from the outside. He looked back in surprise, thinking that he had a chance to escape.
However, he did not expect that what greeted him was even more terrible despair. A group of scavengers with their tools and carrying a corpse appeared in front of him and met him face to face.
The leading scavenger was also very surprised to see that the person he had captured yesterday was alive and well here.
"Bang!"
With a gunshot, the man's head was pierced, and an expression of fear still remained on his face.
"How did this guy wake up and run out?" The man who fired the gun put away his pistol and directed the scavenger behind him to quickly dispose of the body to prevent the organs from being damaged.
"I released him to test the effect of the new medicine," explained the cyborg doctor.
After hearing his explanation, the scavengers didn't care. As long as the person didn't run away, it didn't matter whether he was dead or alive.
The cyborg doctor looked at the man's body and nodded.
"It seems the stimulant is working fine. I can trade with them. Ascension technology? That's quite interesting."
After leaving the basement and returning to the clinic, the cyborg doctor began editing an email and sending it to "Ascension Technology".
This scene also appeared in many underground clinics across Night City, and many cyborg doctors began to use their own methods to verify the authenticity of the medicine.