I am Jing Po, an underground prosthetic doctor in Jindu. I have had countless patients under the scalpel. I only believe in cold credibility and precision on the operating table. Until the "ghost" in my mind who claimed to be my brother and was full of trash talk, Jing You, got me involved in a "medical accident" that shouldn't have existed.
The strange "virtual mark" infection on the patient's body attracted the most terrifying corporate behemoth in Jindu - the "cleanup force" of the Jiuxiao Group. They said that I was a source of pollution and that they wanted to "clean" me completely.
In the cold gunfire and desperate street fighting, I discovered that my nonsense-talking brother could make the pursuers step on banana peels and beat them up, make the engines of armored vehicles explode inexplicably, and cut off all escape routes with a crumbling billboard.
He twisted reality and played with cause and effect, and the only price was to push me into the abyss. I am his "hand" and he is my "brain". One is responsible for struggling to survive in the real world, and the other is responsible for directing absurd miracles behind the scenes.
"Brother, don't be afraid, the stage has been set." "This time, let's fight out of here together!"
