Chapter 60 Arrangements for the surgery of the cyber monster
[ctOS development progress:]
[The traffic monitoring model has been built and the traffic diversion AI algorithm has been developed]
[Open Cross-dimensional data transmission channel, current openness level: 20%]
[The laboratory has made breakthrough progress, science and technology points +500]
[Current Science and Technology Points: 800]
Arrived at Mission Beach, the three of them sat on chairs by the river, watching the factory opposite emitting thick smoke.
Just now, he hacked into the transportation network of this area by using the connection node of Chessen and River Valley transportation network.
After uploading the last part of the data to the other side, Skye successfully completed the development of traffic diversion AI.
This is not a particularly difficult project - but for the world here, such AI development is risky. Moreover, general AI is not popular. If we really want to develop it, we will develop military AI.
Companies like Arasaka and Military Technology prefer to tinker with blackwalls and archaeological data from old networks to make technological breakthroughs.
With this technology, Lille does not need to calculate the road network conditions by itself, and can directly use this AI to "summon" the appropriate dump truck from a distance.
The current traffic of the "Cross-Dimensional Data Transmission Channel" is very low, but it is very practical. It is just enough for Lear to use the golem: Dump Truck Iai.
What’s more important is that this feature is free.
“Not bad. Without the protection of a dump truck, I always feel a little unstable.”
Lille thought of all the heavy vehicles running on the road network in the river valley, and he felt full of security.
When not using this golem, Lille will selectively transmit the data generated during actions to another world for processing, and then transmit the results to this world and to various facilities.
As a result, the movement trajectories of the three people will be missing in cyberspace, and no matter how clever a hacker is, they will not be able to track something that does not exist.
"Hey, what are you thinking about? You're so lost in thought." V poked Lear.
At this moment, the three of them were sitting on chairs by the river, looking at the smoking factory, waiting for Cheson.
Lille first took an immunosuppressive pill - the nerve pain was slightly enhanced when he wrote the golem into the network access warehouse just now.
“I was wondering if we should take a break after working alone.”
“Can’t stand it?” Jack asked with concern, “If you can’t stand it, it’s your health. It's important, or you just sit back like other hackers, and V and I take charge of the action.
Anyway, now that we have money, we can buy the best hacking equipment."
"That's possible. It's not enough." Lear shrugged, "You can't buy top-notch hacking equipment - and I mean, we should probably stay out of the limelight."
V didn't say anything, just glanced at Lear.
The three of them looked at the sunset and took a long breath at the same time.
For those who didn’t know, they thought they were three wage earners who were lamenting their lives.
"Finish this ticket first-the people inside are gone."
"Mom, it seems that the operating system will be upgraded in the new semester."
"I know, let the doctor check you out first."
In the clinic, a prosthetic doctor wearing only a white coat was doing a prosthetic examination on a hairy boy.
There was a red-haired woman sitting next to her with a single ponytail. She looked quite young, but she had a strong sense of being a parent.
When the prosthetic doctor finished handling the boy's affairs, he smoked a cigarette and looked at the sitting woman.
"Martinez, upgrading the new system will cost a lot of money."
"I know." The woman rubbed her eyebrows, "It's so funny that Valentino and the Sixth Street Gang are fighting. I actually want them to kill more people."
"The tuition at Arasaka College is not low. , in every sense." The prosthetic doctor glanced at the man on the operating table. Child, "I have pirated software, so I can make ends meet."
"No." Mrs. Martinez shook her head, "Stop talking, he's going to wake up soon."
The boy opened his eyes, rested for a while, and then the mother and son left the clinic.
Just when she was leaving, three people came towards her - the woman felt tight in her heart:
The little man stared at her for a while
Fortunately, nothing happened.
But she didn't notice that her son was also staring at others - it was just that his son was staring at the biggest one.
Waiting for some distance after walking out, the boy asked curiously: "Mom, those seem to be Valentino's people, how did they sneak in?"
"Don't ask, Let’s go!”
Martinez mother and son?
There was a reason why Lille was staring, because the hair styles of the two people who just walked out were exactly the same as the mother and son in the anime "Cyberpunk Edgewalker". The woman was still wearing a yellow and white striped jacket from the NCPD's outsourced body collection team.
V stabbed Lille hard: "What kind of thing do you like for a long time? Can you concentrate on it?"
"Oh, forget it. .”
"A few are closed." The prosthetic doctor was about to go back and watch the Mewtwo movie he had been so excited about. Jack's mountain-like body stood in front of him, which suddenly refreshed him.
"Well, I'm only in the business of prosthetics here. The gunfight has nothing to do with me."
"I say it does matter. The Sixth Street Gang came here a few days ago to do something cruel. Character, it is said that the Sixth Street Gang bought him a lot of military prosthetics. Do you have any impressions?"
"Several people." The prosthetic doctor raised his hands and smiled reluctantly, "Patient information is confidential."
Bang!
The bullet hit the wall. The prosthetic doctor swallowed and pointed to his workbench, where there was a computer.
“Thank you for your cooperation.” Lear stepped forward and took out a small bag of dismantled cheap prosthetics from his jacket, “I handled it for free, just take it as a tip.”
< br>"Uh, thank you? Can you hurry up? I don't work overtime."
Liel quickly opened the computer and found the recent surgery records.
It can be seen that although this doctor is not licensed, his low fees make many Santo Domingo people willing to come here for examination.
Leal nodded: "You can-tell me the name of that person."
"James Norris-the Sixth Street Gang killed me, please hurry up."
>James Norris?
The cyberpsycho in Cyberpunk Edgerunner?
Click on the surgical record and you will see that these implant lists are truly worthy of the title of "cyber monster".
"Tsk tsk, strengthened tendons, bionic joints, tempered bones, heavy-duty subcutaneous armor,
Neural coordinator, strengthened hormones, external compound eyes, integrated thoracoabdominal structure, Si'an Westan
I'm going , V, your favorite mantis knife, this guy installed three of them, One hand, two on the knee, and a hand-mounted projectile launcher.
So many prosthetics are not enough. This time I have updated the version and overclocked it to death. It is simply desperate. .
Is he rushing to assassinate Saburo Arasaka? ”
"Where did this guy come from?"
Out of curiosity, Lear asked a few more questions.
The prosthetic doctor scratched his head, feeling quite anxious:
“I heard that he used to be a soldier in the company, and then after the war, he went to Taiping Prefecture to work as a mercenary, doing some small jobs.
It seems that my partner was killed when something happened in Taiping Prefecture, and then he joined the Sixth Street Gang - I only know this much, can you hurry up?"
V frowned: "Lil, do you think this guy is a little impatient."
Impatient?
Liel did notice, but at first he just thought this guy was busy chasing people away.
But soon, Lille discovered the real reason.
"Surgery appointment: January 12, 7 p.m."
"Scheduled by: Sergeant."
"Surgery subject: James Norris."
"Surgery content: Upgrade, replacement, debugging of Sean Westan."
>"Remarks: A new prosthetic body that I have not touched before."
The current time is.
January 12, 7 p.m.
"Damn it. Jack, V, retreat——"
呲.
The sound of a vehicle stopping was heard outside the door, and Lille knew that trouble was coming.
"Alas" the prosthetic doctor took a few steps back and said in trouble, "I told you to hurry up, now you are in trouble."
"It's quite troublesome - do you give yourself anesthesia, or should I help you?"
The prosthetic doctor decisively picked up the anesthesia beside the operating table and gave himself a shot.
This dose is enough for him to sleep until tomorrow.
(End of this chapter)