binary dead train

Chapter 53 Electronic Thieves
Turing narrowed his eyes.

This was the first time he saw a purely mechanical body with his own eyes.

What's more, the structure of the other party's shiny silver body is very similar to that of the beekeeper's modified parts.

"who are you?"

Following Turing's question, the five monsters crawled towards the robot, vaguely encircling it.

"You can call me 'Lakelight'. The beekeeper's body is the property of our organization, you can't take him, I need to reclaim it."

"You want to avenge him?" Turing looked at him warily.

As soon as a technology hunter was knocked down, a robot emerged immediately.

Is this the so-called "the young ones come to the old ones"?
"Of course not." The robot raised one arm, and the whole palm slowly rotated 360 degrees.

"In fact, I have been watching you since you entered this building. Similarly, we have a bargaining chip of sincerity to hand over the body of the beekeeper to us. This will be a deal"

Hearing this, the color under Turing's helmet sank.

Was it around from the beginning...

He doesn't have the perverted technological ability to directly perceive the surrounding environment, and has always relied on monster weapons for vigilance.

And the five demon weapons were all recalled because they valued the technology hunter, and they didn't guard around them, so he didn't notice the other party's appearance at all.

"My organization will not cause you trouble because of the death of the beekeeper. We think that you are more valuable than the beekeeper. The death of the beekeeper reflects your value even more. A powerful Hackers, exactly what we need."

"You mean, you want me to join you? And are you willing to trade this corpse with me?"

"That's right. Give us the beekeeper's body and we'll let you join our organization. That's the deal I was talking about."

Turing: "???"

"Believe me, our price tag is already very high. Not all technology hunters are qualified to join us. And, you can still live."

"Ha ha."

The phantom limb slammed onto the ground, making a heavy "bang bang" sound, and slowly lifted Turing's body into the air.

"You mean, your exchange condition is that you allow me to join your organization, and then I will hand over the technology that I have obtained through life and death to you for recycling?"

Under the mask, Turing looked at each other coldly.

"What are you?"

As soon as the words fell, the phantom limb that had been charged for a long time ejected instantly, crushing the robot's head until it deformed, and smashed it hard on the ground.

"I advise you not to do it..."

The phantom limb instantly crushed the robot's limbs twice and destroyed its sound module. A molecular deciphering line ejected from the back of Turing's head, wrapped around the front phantom limb and inserted into its skull interface. :
"Do you think that if you send a robot remotely, I won't be able to find your location?"

Trembling in his thoughts, he quickly passed through the molecular deciphering line like a high-speed train, and entered the data of the robot in an instant.

Under the mask, Turing's eyes were dull and out of focus.As if entering a grotesque and chaotic space, the mind rushed through the robot's data, slamming into one network port, and then the next.

In the end, he felt like he had rushed into a waterfall and bumped head-on into a huge stream of data!
………………

some where.

A man with a cigar raised the mechanical arm in his hand and gently took the cigar from his mouth.

On the huge screen in front of him, there are countless surveillance images.One of them was the robot in front of Turing.

"Hack my robot? Hehe, just to see how good your hacker is. This robot of mine is directly connected to the firewall of my base through countless proxy addresses. Even if you are an icebreaker,..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he only saw the high-tech keyboard in front of him burst into sparks.

"what?!"

The entire mechanical room suddenly exploded like lightning and flint, and a large number of electric sparks exploded from around the huge computer. The cigar man was in a hurry, typing on the mechanical keyboard with both hands.

"It only took a few seconds? Breaking through the deceptive proxy address so quickly, and directly finding my base? Wait... the firewall was broken?!"

Suddenly there was a sound of hydraulic grinding behind him, and he turned around suddenly, only to see a robot of his own picking up a gun and sweeping wildly around as if infected by a virus!

"Fuck, this bastard is still sending viruses?!"

Screens, keyboards, and all kinds of expensive electronic instruments around them exploded under the fire of gunfire.The man's eyes were serious. A hacker who can break through his own firewall and deliver viruses is not an easy role.

He turned around immediately, and quickly operated the high-tech keyboard that hadn't been completely scrapped, preparing to shut down the robots that had been controlled by the virus first, but he didn't expect a stray bullet to be sent into the large computer in front of him in an instant!

"Fuck!!"

He immediately threw himself under the seat, and the large computer exploded in an instant!
"My Profile!!!!"

Looking up at the ruined computer, a burst of anger suddenly swelled in his eyes.

The man bounced off the ground in an instant, and the mechanical arm pointed at the crazy robot, and a strong shock wave exploded from the palm of his hand!

The robot was instantly shattered, and all the surrounding instruments were paralyzed.

Seeing that the situation had eased, the man finally breathed a sigh of relief, and subconsciously pushed the cigar to his mouth.

"Damn gray fox...how could he have such terrible hacking skills?!...Huh?"

The cold touch of the mechanical hand came from his lips, and he was taken aback for a moment.

The right hand that went to the mouth was empty, and the expensive cigar had been inadvertently trampled to pieces on the ground at this moment.

Looking at the right-hand mechanical arm again, the display screen of the control terminal that popped up above was flickering with snowflakes, and there was a high-heat bullet hole in the upper left corner.

It was obvious that he had been hit by stray bullets from robots long ago.

"Very good! Is it a gray fox?!" The man slammed down an exploding electric wire above the ceiling, and slapped the scrapped high-tech keyboard in front of him.

"I remember you..."

He clenched his fists suddenly, and countless plans to use the power of the entire organization to catch the gray fox had burst into his mind.

But as if he had thought of something, he trembled suddenly, and a burst of cold sweat rushed down his forehead:
"Oops! He just hacked into the central computer, and all my data was leaked!"

………………

In a building with a broken roof.

Turing opened his eyes suddenly, and fell to the ground with a strong headache.

The gray fox mask was disassembled, and drops of blood slid from the tip of his nose to the ground.Turing reached out and wiped it, his hand was full of bright red.

"Forcibly let the thinking penetrate too much network data, and the brain is a little overloaded by the impact of information..."

Turing sat down next to the beekeeper's body, leaning his head against the wall, panting heavily.

It was indeed a bit reckless to directly insert the molecular deciphering line into the robot's body to check the other party's address in anger.The brain load is too severe, making him dizzy and blurry.

But Turing grinned and raised his nosebleed palm to look at it.

He finally understood the true function of the molecular deciphering thread.

At the moment he entered the other party's network, he had a slight feeling.

I feel as if I really separated a thought and entered the network, passing through countless network ports, impacting and scrambling in a large amount of data, but finally retreated completely inexplicably.

Thinking of this, he looked at the robot on the ground that had long been silent.

Judging by the robot's reaction, he should have disconnected the other party's connection.I just don't know if it counts as messing with another organization.

He didn't know that the shock of his thoughts just now rushed directly to the opponent's base camp system for a while, and he broke through the firewall, and the loss increased so much that the owner behind the robot thought that Turing was a highly skilled person. A super hacker who dropped some kind of virus on his computer.

After sitting in place for a while, Turing finally stood up, ready to dismantle the beekeeper's body.

But when he just stood up, a large wave of unfamiliar information suddenly appeared in the depths of his brain, causing him to stagger again and almost fell to the ground.

"What is this?!"

A large amount of text and picture information exploded, pounding his brain violently.Turing had a splitting headache and compulsively accepted the information passively.

"Technology hunter system...Huguang organization...beekeepers...member list...base location...Sekefa robot..."

The impact became more and more intense, but Turing's eyes shone intensely, and countless data were read by his brain and deeply imprinted in his memory.

After a while, these messages gradually weakened, and the strong sense of oppression disappeared from the brain.

"I understand……"

He stabilized his figure, completely ignoring the crazily falling nosebleeds, and staggered a bit to wipe it casually:
"The place I just entered is the central computer of the Huguang organization..."

"Now, all their information has been brought back to my brain by my consciousness!"

The molecular deciphering line popped out from the back of his head, and Turing stared blankly at this strangely shaped phantom limb, grinning for a long time:
"So this is the real usage of molecular deciphering? Network intrusion, stealing data?"

When my brain fully adapts to the oppressive feeling of shuttling data, this technological world with extremely high Internet penetration will no longer have any secrets for me!

　it's late, sorry
　
(End of this chapter)