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Chapter 457 Hacking Control ([-])

Military affairs hall, the largest building accessible to the outer city.As soon as Turing stepped into it, there was a rush of enthusiasm and noise.

Crowds, armed beasts, executioners.

Mercenaries in all kinds of sand-colored protective suits or exoskeletons came and went in the huge business hall, so that they would not rub shoulders, but they were still bustling.It is dominated by yellow and white races, and black-skinned Banga people are in the minority, acting as cheap local labor in the corner.

In order to wait for the action later, Turing asked Notus to go to a more hidden place temporarily.

"Hey, Carbon Ghost! Get me my cup!"

A group of mercenaries leaning crookedly in the corner shouted loudly at a Banga man, who was wearing overalls and handed a tinfoil cup that had been kneaded many times to the speaker amidst laughter, and the latter slapped the cup Flying, causing a burst of laughter again.

Judging by the filthiness of the cup, the Banga has been repeatedly humiliated many times.Indifferent pedestrians turn a blind eye, such things are not uncommon here.

Seeing this scene in his eyes, Turing did not produce too many fluctuations, walked towards a smart window, inserted his pass, and clicked on the affairs related to war bonds in this unmanned system, while He propped his left hand next to the screen, covering the brain wave hacking synapses in his sleeve.

"...There are a lot of mercenaries, and there are a lot of investigations against monster weapons. It seems that the witch family attaches great importance to my little animals...heh."

After a brief hack, Turing tried a little bit, because the system and the core of the fortress here are relatively closed and of little value.

"No information from Kahn."

Not only is there no information about Kahn, but also information about monster equipment research and war layout cannot be accessed from the terminal here. Breaking through the ice wall by force will trigger an alarm.

Looking back, there are three main goals at present. One is to try to find Kahn.The second is to provide favorable conditions for crossing the front tomorrow.The third is to check and destroy the research status of the monster equipment here.

To achieve any of the above points, it is necessary to enter more core facilities and directly conduct internal invasion.

"Sure enough, we still have to find a way to get in."

This is not difficult for Turing. First of all, it is necessary to create an opportunity to contact internal personnel. It is a good opportunity to deliver demon weapons in exchange for war bonds, because this is a research material that requires scientific researchers to hand over and evaluate the value.

After it was confirmed on the terminal panel to submit the corpse of the monster, within 3 minutes, a researcher accompanied by two soldiers found Turing directly and asked to confirm the condition of the corpse.

This is a young researcher with a not-so-good attitude, even a bit harsh, with deep impatience mixed between his brows.

For a young scientific researcher, being sent to the battlefield was not what he wished.

"Half the value of the burnt one, you know the rules, and the rest are fine. Good luck fellow."

The researcher glanced at the face of Firefox Nate, who was not much younger than himself, frowned, waved at the two soldiers and told them to push the cart away, and turned to leave.

"That's all right? The procedure is so fast?"

"Otherwise? Do you want me to thank you for your contribution to Wu's Heavy Industry, and to get close to you?" The researcher turned his head and sneered, "Don't waste time, mercenary. This is a military camp, and I'm busy. Check back in 3 minutes Get your pass, and then do what you're supposed to do."

"Please hold on, Doctor."

Turing stopped in front of the other party with a smile, and raised the camera hanging around his neck:
"As you can see, I'm a war correspondent."

"So?" The young researcher frowned.

"I'm writing a report about the World Tree Organization, especially about those biological weapons..."

"Sorry, this is highly confidential." The researcher sneered and was about to go around, Turing stopped the other party again:
"It's only a few minutes. I brought you the corpse. If possible, I would like to interview you alone about the surrounding information about these biological weapons. Of course, this is paid..."

"I told you, this is a secret!"

The researcher pushed Turing away, and walked away with the soldiers in the cart.

"Tsk..."

Turing squinted his eyes, gently weighed the pass between his index finger and thumb, and watched the young researcher walk into the special passage.

……

"Just put it here."

Fortress Research Center, the researcher recorded the delivered corpses, sent away the two guards and coolies, then put on white gloves and opened the body bags one by one, repeated confirmation, and pressed them up and down.

"Blood is oozing out, heh, it's really professional. I don't know why the Wu family let these wild dogs do things for us without even having an assessment."

Young people are not only dissatisfied with their jobs, but also with the upper echelons.Muttering and complaining non-stop, he groped to the last charred corpse and frowned.

"No, according to this scorched state... It seems that the weapons used by this guy are not bad. The high temperature resistance of these biological weapons is not bad. What's the matter..."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand towards the scorched black demon weapon corpse, pressed down lightly, and felt an obvious hard object.

"Ok?"

He pressed the button again, confirming that there seemed to be something in the body of this monster. The moment he turned his head and grabbed the scalpel next to him, a smear of dead blood erupted, and a frantically waving mechanical tentacles exploded on the corpse. Facing the researcher's horrified expression, all of them poured into his mouth——

"Huh—?! Mmm—"

After the hellish suffocation and suffocation experience, the researcher fell to the ground profusely with sweat, trying to vomit out despite sticking into his mouth the white glove stained with blood from the corpse, but it was of no avail except retching. The next moment, he I felt like my body was out of control.

"...?!"

That strange technological creation took over his whole body in an instant, locking him firmly in his brain, and he could only watch his body walk out of the research institute step by step stiffly, and gradually become natural, so natural that he The point of fear.

Finally, he watched himself come to a young man.

It was the person who sold the corpse of the demon weapon just now.

"Thank you for the invitation. Shall we go, Doctor?"

Watching the other party's smile, under the watchful eyes of the two Wu's heavy industry guards next to him, the researcher's hands and feet trembled slightly, and the veins on his forehead popped out:

"Long... long wait, come with me."

No!That's not what I'm going to say...

This weird situation made him aware of the terrible consequences of what happened next. This is obviously a military infiltration!
But no matter how he roared in his brain, he could only watch himself nodding to the two guards, leading that man in, passing through the Central Research Institute, to his laboratory, and The ID card was given to the other party in person.

"Thank you for your cooperation, Doctor."

Turing glanced inside the laboratory, came to a console and inserted the other party's ID card, and got the person's information and some file resumes:
"Dr. Cui Han? Although his rank is a little lower, he has achieved such an achievement at a young age, and he will definitely achieve a great career in the future. But right now, I need your help in my career..."

Under Cui Han's horrified eyes, Turing's five fingers stretched across his face, and it instantly turned into a face that was almost the same as his. With the fine-tuning of the flickering particles, it was exactly the same as himself.

After forcibly manipulating the other party's "Abaaaba" to pronounce words and capture the complete audio frequency, out of contact considerations, Turing took the clothes that the other party took off and put them on and took the work terminal. After a slight mimicry to ensure a high degree of similarity, The role replacement is completed:
"Very good. Now I need you to live temporarily, so please do what you should do."

A young researcher with only a pair of underwear left snapped his fingers and consciously got into an opaque container under the control of the child body, and locked himself firmly in it.

Parasite control has been done, killing will only leave a bigger hole.

"Now, then, let me see how your intelligence network and military structure looks..."

The brain wave hacked into the synapse and popped up, successfully connecting to the control system in front of him.

The complete list of personnel, the huge intelligence network and the layout of the battle situation poured into Turing's mind at a high speed, absorbed and digested. After closing his eyes for several minutes, Turing opened his eyes again, and a large amount of silver information flowed in his pupils. And pass.

"There is still no information about Kahn. This is not right. According to Kahn's character, she should leave some information that I can perceive in some places. This fortress is obviously the best way. Could it be that something happened? Accident……"

After a little thought, Turing continued to look down.

"The War Laboratory believes that the research on monster weapons has made some progress, and believes that the low temperature environment will cause a significant hindrance to it, due to the fact that 'biochemical weapons have extremely strong thermal energy conduction', and it seems to be quite effective...Increasing the activity Thinking of energy as pure heat? Big mistake... It's just that low-quality monster weapons are too 'bad'..."

"This research has been going on for quite some time. Tomorrow they will take the initiative to attack the Mardun Rift and implement a plan... Interesting, this thing should be worth using."

A near-ground defense system for the Rocktop Fortress was incorporated into Turing's mind.

This system has 27 large defensive turrets, and Turing is concerned about the largest medium-range strike cannon.

This giant cannon is located at the top of the Rocktop Fortress. Due to the impact of the massive biological weapons of the "World Tree" on the battle situation, the commander of the fortress will use this giant cannon to launch a special cold nitrogen cannon on the battlefield in tomorrow's plan. The auxiliary device of the upper engineer is to build a low-temperature force field to curb the biological activity of the demon weapon and provide favorable conditions for the company's troops equipped with low-temperature-resistant modules.

And tomorrow after the sandstorm will usher in a large area of ​​rainfall, which has become an important condition for the low temperature strategy, which is equal to the right time and place.

But when Turing got involved in this matter, there was no "harmony between people".

The large-scale cannon fodder of the Traitor Sect is a group of demon weapons. If Turing controls this giant cannon again, a plan centered on [Active Fluctuation] can be implemented smoothly.

He grinned and continued to go deeper. After hacking into two ice walls inside, he entered the fort system without any effort.

But what happens next is beyond the reach of hackers.

"I need to install suitable ammunition for this turret. This requires an identity with high enough authority to access the turret cabin, and I have to make my own special shells..."

And the things in this laboratory are obviously not working.

"Cui Han!!!"

A stern shout came from behind, Turing quickly unplugged the brainwave hacking interface and turned around naturally, watching a bald old man who was inflated striding in, and pinched his shoulder:

"You blocked my work notification again?!"

Turing froze for a moment, took out researcher Cui Han's terminal, saw the "closed" UI on it, and knew it.

The guy I replaced was quite autistic, as can be seen from his work attitude.And the old man in front of him...

"The chief researcher, and the level of military authority is not low, sleepy came to send a pillow."

"What are you mumbling about..."

puff! !

A strong pain came from the old researcher's chest. He lowered his head in a daze, and saw a cluster of thriving mechanical tentacles crazily drilling into his body, causing him to sit on the ground in an instant, his face distorted:
"you?!"

"Dr. Wu, as a person with the surname Wu and a high-ranking scientific researcher who has a lot of authority in the war laboratory, I need you to do me a small favor."

(End of this chapter)