Abyssal Wanderer

Chapter 222 NO.00dd: Sacrifice and Abduction

The Damocles Geothermal Power Station is located on the seventh underground floor of Nord Resettlement Area.

Half a month has passed since the "Battle of Broken Dome". In order to prevent the people in the resettlement area from being overly nervous, Booker Irwin, the leader of Icarus, announced a joint statement of compromise between the six Olympus companies. No more public appearances.

He built a room deep in the geothermal power station named "Damocles", which outsiders called a meditation room and Booker himself called it a prison cell.

After he was "imprisoned", he presided over various tasks of the Icarus Liberation Front in this secret room online.

Nowadays, rumors about "meditation rooms" have been spreading among the people. His existence, like Liao Qi's self-burning self, has become a symbol in the hearts of the people.

As Mr. Paradox said, I have also become a part of the legend...

In a meditation room as simple as a tomb, Booker thought as he looked at the multi-purpose printer that was constantly being decomposed and reorganized in the center of the room.

Most people believe that he has the ability and determination to compete with the company, so now his image has become a combination of a saint and a thug - half of the people in the resettlement area want him to die, but at the same time the other half of the people want him to die. He can survive.

But Booker understood that even if he blew up the entire Nord settlement, it would not cause any serious losses to the company; just like even if Troy fell and was destroyed, it would not affect the immortality of the gods.

For the gods, the lives and deaths of countless mortals are nothing more than a pastime to pass the long hours.

Thinking of this, Booker, who had been staring at the altar-like multi-purpose printer, laughed at himself.

He felt that he was now like some kind of sacrifice, placed in this "altar" as a symbolic sacrifice. Used to appease people's emotions. Let them believe that they are protected from the company's retaliation, and enjoy their hard-won freedom with trepidation.

As Mr. "Paradox" said, it is a characteristic of human beings to be able to gain practical power from fictional stories - whether it is myths or legends; whether it is the Greek city-states three thousand years ago or the Nord settlement today. .

After being locked in the meditation room, Booker saw the power:

Almost every day after the "Battle of Shattered Sky", the strength and influence of the Icarus Liberation Front expanded at a speed that was unimaginable in the past. Booker's biggest job now is to help the organization put the brakes on so as not to plant more hidden dangers for the future.

After all, compared with the myths of the past, there is still one significant difference in today's era - the gods in the past were just tools used by rulers to whitewash their rule; but now that the Nord settlement is standing, it has truly gained got help from another god.

In the abyss and dark web, those human creations have become new gods. Today is no longer the romantic era before the "Great Impact" in which tyranny could be defeated by relying on scale and organization.

Not long ago, Booker received a new oracle: the existence called "Paradox", and ordered him to immediately prepare a portable computer with sufficient computing power and strong compatibility.

A strange request, and as usual, Mr. Paradox didn't explain his purpose. But Booker also understood the situation and did not inquire in depth - it was beyond the vision of human intelligence, and it was a natural arrangement that was almost fate.

The previous lessons told him that he might choose not to carry out His orders. But all the consequences brought about by this must ultimately be borne by oneself.

And after he found what he wanted for Mr. Paradox, the multi-purpose printer immediately started up, transformed, and swallowed it up - it looked like the gods had taken away their own sacrifices. Same.

The multi-purpose printer is constantly changing, and Booker is patiently waiting for Mr. Paradox's next instructions.

Without waiting too long, the multi-purpose printer, which was constantly deforming and reorganizing in mid-air, suddenly stopped. The expensive third-generation general-purpose tactical auxiliary core "Light Frame" that was "sacrificially" slowly fell from it to the floor intact.

This miniature tactical supercomputing auxiliary system produced by Valkyrie Security, a subsidiary of Minerva Information Technology, is the best external tactical core that the Icarus Liberation Front can find today - plug it into any In the self-discipline structure, its tactical game ability can be qualitatively improved.

Even for a Depth 4 adjuster like Booker, without considering compatibility and heat dissipation, the computing power of the "Light Frame" general-purpose tactical auxiliary core is enough to give him a lot of advantages in battle. .

Seeing this, Booker stepped forward and picked up the tactical core that was the size of a briefcase. The next moment, his brain-computer interface received the message left by Mr. Paradox - as if the firewall he installed was air.

[Send it to the dark blue zone, someone will take it away]

"Paradox" only left this message.

After a brief check, Booker found that the data in the tactical core had been locked - he would not be stupid enough to try to crack it and find out what was installed by "Paradox" inside. But the leader of Icarus still can't help but think about why a dark network existence that can easily exile the directors of Olympus Enterprises would need such a primitive and inefficient computing medium for him. To copy some data?

But there is no doubt that Mr. "Paradox"'s further manipulation of basic reality is about to begin again.

Thinking of this, Booker felt extremely uneasy and connected the internal line with Shenlan:

【I have something important to ask of you】

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“I’ve heard that there are some gangs in the lower levels of the resettlement area who will trick citizens from the upper levels into crossing the border without documents.”

The corridor was dark and deep, and the dim and feeble lights flickered like extinguished candles. There were exposed wires and rusted and peeling metal casings everywhere.

It looked like a disembowelled mechanical python.

The middleman who claimed to know the senior management of the "Dark Blue Zone Bar" and could even talk to the owner, Deep Blue, was taking Jim along this little-known secret passage, crossing the boundary between the ground and the underground in the resettlement area.

"What's the benefit of kidnapping those pampered upper-class men?"

The man who wrapped himself tightly and looked extremely suspicious asked in return.

"An upper-class citizen with legal registration information is worth a lot of money in itself."

Jim followed him and said casually:

"First, take their prosthetics and implants alive and resell them to the prosthetic black market; then send the video of the surgery to their families to defraud them of the redemption money; if that person is lucky enough, what will happen to him? If you have technology, you can live a little longer..."

In the field of private detectives, there are two types of cases that account for almost 90% of the business - divorce cases and disappearance cases.

Needless to say, divorce cases - help those who suspect their partner is unfaithful and search for tangible evidence of their partner's infidelity. Jim felt that since they had reached the point of looking for a private detective, there was only one excuse left for the breakup of their relationship. Therefore, this should not be the job of detectives, but the job of lawyers.

As for the disappearance cases, nearly 50% of the disappearance cases that Jim has handled were abducted and sold to underground resettlement houses, that lawless place.

"...Women are pulled over and transformed into sex dolls, while men are sent to have their self-consciousness erased and made into zombie slave workers. Those with really low quality will be sold to the 'Lobotomy Gang' and the 'Black Cross' Gangs like that take off the brainware and use it to make wetware.”

Jim couldn't help but feel funny when he thought that he seemed to be a target of trafficking.

He continued:

"If the supply of raw materials were not intermittent, you could even come up with a complete standardized industrial system."

The "middleman" who was leading the way stopped and said:

"What do you mean?"

As he spoke, he quietly put his hand into his pocket.

"From the time we stepped into this tunnel together... no, from earlier, your attacking intentions are as annoying as the genetically modified mosquitoes flying next to your ears while sleeping."

Jim reached for the gun holstered under his arm.

But the opponent's movements were ten times faster than Jim's, and the pistol hidden in his pocket flickered as if something blinked.

A bullet hit Jim Leiter's head accurately.

I have finished my work at home and will start updating normally tomorrow.