People are in Night City, start to add points

"Thinking about it this way, the v in the game is really outrageous..."

David thought to himself as he walked towards the 'Little Mule'.

"Tsk, you can increase the attribute to 20 casually, and basically transform your whole body into a prosthetic body without going crazy, and all of them are orange outfits! Adam's heavy hammer is not to this extent, right?"

He got into the car, wiped off the unknown liquid on the box, and carefully put it in the storage tank.

This access warehouse with residual viruses must be opened and modified after preparation, and then it can be put into your external equipment.

No amount of caution can be overstated for the god of hackers whose mind may still be wandering in the Internet even though his body is dead.

David started the 'little mule', turned over the front of the car, and drove in the direction he had come.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a burst of gunshots from behind the garbage 'mountain' not far away.

Volume 78: Chapter 77 Chapter [-]: Familiar Posters

In the dark night, the wind was strong, and the dense gunfire was particularly abrupt.

David just glanced at it, then turned his attention back to the road in front of him.

This is the edge of Night City, and it can even be said that it is already within the scope of Badlands, so nothing will surprise anyone.

Especially now that it's night, there will always be someone who comes here to deal with some difficult things like last time.

Not far away, the gunfire continued, accompanied by a faint noise.

The distance is about a few hundred meters, sometimes close and sometimes far away, as if... is fleeing and chasing, and is approaching his side.

David pressed the accelerator with a blank expression, accelerated the speed of the car, and prepared to leave before the meeting.

However, just as he drove onto the flat road and could already see the outline of the gas station under the faint light of the billboards and street lamps, the continuous gunshots suddenly became louder and approached to a fairly close distance.

squeak--

David braked decisively, causing the 'Little Mule' to suddenly slow down and stop on the spot. Then he turned off the headlights and the light source inside the car, completely blending into the darkness.

One, two... Counting silently to nine o'clock in my heart, there was the roar of the engine in the wind.

A motorcycle was suddenly at the top of the garbage mountain in front of it, and then continued to rush forward at an extremely fast speed.

Under the influence of inertia, the motorcycle glides in the air for a while, then lands firmly on the 'hill' slope, all the way down, crosses the road in front of David, and gallops away in another direction.

hum!hum!

Immediately afterwards, a few more cars appeared at the location where the motorcycle was just now, all of which were 'Gecko' and 'Madison', which are the favorite models of wanderers in the bad soil. David even saw a modified 'little mule' '.

The gunshots came from these cars, but they obviously didn't install an auxiliary aiming system, and their marksmanship was not good. The bullets kept falling around the motorcycle, but they couldn't stop it.

"Night wandering ghost..."

In the pitch-black driver's seat, David raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Although he didn't install prosthetic eyes capable of night vision, he has already figured out the identities of these pursuers through the intrusion communication effect attached to the 'target positioning'.

"Don't let him run into town!"

"Fuck, this brat is like a loach..."

"If you dare to mess with us, don't go back unless you kill him!"

Silently watching two waves of vehicles speeding past, getting farther and farther away, and gradually disappearing from sight, David also cut off the monitoring of the communication channel.

Suddenly, roars sounded one after another in the distance, and then several groups of flames flashed.

This is the explosion caused by the loss of control of the vehicle and crash after the occupants died of 'line overload'.

There may be good people in other gangs to a certain extent, but the members of the three organizations of Night Walker, Scavenger, and Whirlpool Gang count as one, and even if they meet each other and kill them, there is absolutely no wrongdoing.

David knew all too well what the Night Walkers were. They were all villains expelled by other homeless families. Most of the reasons for their expulsion were murder, rape, human trafficking...these most serious crimes.

This gang of bottomless bastards gathered together on Badlands and called themselves the Chaos Knife Society, and the Night Walkers were a gang formed by members of the Chaos Knife Society in Night City.

David didn't want to be nosy at first, but since it was them, it didn't matter if he did a favor.

The headlights of the 'Little Mule' came on and the engine restarted.

Under the illumination of the headlights, David suddenly noticed that there were more bullet marks on the road ahead, and some papers were scattered, which seemed to have fallen from the motorcycle just now.

He drove forward, glancing down as he approached.

Those were posters with the logos of major companies printed on them, with red crosses painted on them one by one.

In addition, there is one more sentence.

"We are no longer people, companies have turned us into tools, into objects!"

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When David returned to the safe house in Room 1242 of the North District Apartment, he still felt a little emotional.

I don't know if this can be called fate. It was just a chance encounter, and then I dealt with some miscellaneous things casually, but I saw something familiar.

David had seen these posters before, and the exact same one was posted on the wall of a certain alley he passed by when he was going to school.

At that time, he had just traversed and hadn't acquired the system yet, so he was quite impressed by it. Every day when he passed by, he would subconsciously take a look at it.

How should I say, this time I met the real master?

Are these posters posted by the one on the motorcycle who was hunted down by the night ghost?

David put the 'Bartmos' Access Pod' on the computer desk, took out another poster, shook it twice, slowly pasted it on the wall, and pressed it flat—just now he chose a poster that didn't pop up. Holes and wheel marks, brought back relatively clean.

Where there is oppression, there is resistance.

Even in this world where the gap is so desperate and there is almost no way out, there are still people who use various methods to make their voices heard in this fucking world.

To be honest, as a good young man who grew up under the red flag, David really wanted to meet that guy, but when he saw the content of the poster, the motorcycle had disappeared into the night.

David stood in front of the wall with his hands in his pockets, and his eyes fell on the poster.

He knew very well that even if he had the system, he was still a long way from 'saving the world'.

This goal is too difficult, too difficult, and there is even a relic of a loser in front of him.

As a hacker, Batemos has undoubtedly reached the pinnacle of this profession, far stronger than the current David.

But in David's view, he is essentially the same as Johnny Silverhand, except that one used a nuclear bomb to set off fireworks at Arasaka Tower, while the other set off bigger fireworks.

Batemos believes in a certain leftist ideology, he believes that the Internet is an effective way to bring people together, but it's all stolen by giant corporations, who in turn use it to squeeze and rule the people.

Because of this, he kept attacking the company's network in the cyberspace, trying to reverse everything - until his body died, the primary network collapsed, and the network accessible to ordinary people became "isolated islands", which instead allowed the company to rule It sounds simpler, and it sounds quite dark and humorous.

"Resistance without a clear program and correct line will only turn into venting sabotage and will not shake the foundation."

"Then what to do..."

Tens of seconds later, David looked away from the poster, collected his thoughts, sighed and sat back at the computer desk.

He still has a lot of things to do, such as cleaning up the remaining virus in the access warehouse, repairing this thing, and then using this relic of Batemos as the core to make his own hacking equipment.

Volume 79: Chapter 78 Chapter [-]: The Reply of Military Technology

David first turned off the wireless network of the brain computer, and then put the laptop in an independent network environment, and was ready to disconnect from the network at any time before connecting the 'Bartmos' access compartment' to the laptop.

You can't be too careful with this hacker god.

When he was playing the game '2077' in his previous life, he brought the 'Bate Moss' access warehouse' to his next life and handed it over to a certain hacker to crack it. Afterwards, the npc whose name David had forgotten disappeared in just a few seconds. The virus that was inserted into the warehouse broke through the brain computer, so David had to take action himself to solve the virus and save him.

"If I remember correctly, the game requires 11 points of intelligence to accept this task, which means that 11 points of intelligence can successfully crack the virus inside. I only have 10 points of intelligence now, but the difference is not too big. You can try it."

David pursed his lips, then tapped the keyboard nervously.

In the next second, his screen went black, and then countless windows and codes popped up at the same time, crowding the screen to the brim.

"Fuck..."

David felt his scalp tingling, he quickly inserted another USB flash drive into the computer, and started the program he had prepared.

The reality is not as simple as a game. You only need to complete a small number game to get everything done.

After nearly half an hour, David let out a long breath, twisted his sore neck, and leaned back in the chair.

On the computer screen, the windows finally disappeared one by one, and the normal interface of the access compartment was restored.

"Well, there's a little less information in it..."

David adjusted his posture, slumped on the chair, clicked the mouse, and browsed the storage system of the access warehouse.

Just like in the game, there are mostly logs, emails, chat records and so on, which are basically nonsense. If someone is interested in Batemos's private life, it may be of some use.

The only good news is that the main body of this decades-old chip is still in good condition, and it can be reactivated only by replacing some damp parts and parts that are obviously behind the times.

David unplugged the access compartment, cleaned up the notebook carefully, and after confirming that there were no viruses left, he began to redesign according to his own ideas.

"The repair of the access bin is relatively easy. Try to find it first. If you can't find it, you can also buy an ordinary access bin and check the parts on it for use."

He straightened his back again, and kept typing on the keyboard while thinking.

"For external equipment, you can ask Regina to buy a complete set of fixed equipment and transform it into a portable one..."

"By the way, there is also the cyber eyepiece. This thing is used to perceive and connect to the 3D view of the network. It is also very important, but it can be transformed with the super dream experience helmet..."

"The cooling device is more troublesome. The high-end products that are equipped with life support systems, low temperature constant systems, blood cooling systems... are not only expensive, but also occupy a large area, so they cannot be carried around."

"As for the portable cooling system, only the network monitor has it, and it is basically impossible to get it."

"Perhaps a basic cooling system can be configured and placed in the 'little mule'..."

Two hours later, David finally took his hands off the keyboard and folded his fingers in his lap.

The blueprint design is almost done, and then you just need to ask Regina to buy the corresponding materials, and then you can start making.

This also took a lot of energy for David. Although he didn't have a splitting headache like before, he still felt that his brain was quite heavy and his thoughts were a little sluggish.

"However, my technical attribute is only 1 now, even if I use the previously saved attribute points, it is only 2 points."

"Uh, with such poor hands-on ability, even if the intelligence is as high as 10 points, it is still difficult to make external equipment. I feel that I need to upgrade a few more levels..."

David suddenly regretted it a little. After reading the information in the old Tanaka's head, he just killed him himself.

As the department head of Arasaka Company, this guy must have a lot of experience!

Another thought flashed through his mind, he stretched, stood up from the chair, and walked towards the single bed at the door.

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The next morning, Watson District, the abandoned two-story building.

"Hehe, if you move faster, you will get the information in the target's head that day, will it be like this now?"

Faraday stood in the middle of the bare living room, with his arms crossed, his four eyes constantly scanning.

He twitched the corner of his mouth, and then set his eyes on the stairs.

Facing his complaints, even reproaches, the members of the mercenary team remained silent.

Mann stood by the stairs, met Faraday's eyes, his expression was a little stiff.

Just now, Faraday brought a reply from the sponsor behind the mission.

They verified the authenticity of the data in Tanaka's brain computer, but unfortunately, the data has expired.

In those secret laboratories and industrial parks, there were indeed signs of highly confidential plans to operate, but now they are basically empty shells, and no more useful information can be found.

According to the judgment of the behind-the-scenes funder, their target must have been transferred to a place with a higher level of secrecy, and in Night City, there is only one such place, and that is Arasaka Tower, the headquarters of Arasaka Corporation in Night City.

"So...do they still want to continue the mission?"

After a long silence, Mann slowly choked out a sentence.

Faraday didn't answer him, but turned his head and looked out the window.

According to the previous communication with the military technology, in their view, the hope of this mission is too slim, and it is basically over.

Arasaka's reaction was too quick, and immediately evacuated all things related to 'King Kong'.

As for military technology, if they are willing to send high-level spies, or even undercover agents hidden in Arasaka Corporation, they may be able to obtain detailed information on 'King Kong', but the price is too high to be worth it.

And now, the reason why the task has not been canceled is because there is still one person who has not responded.

That is the moon.

Military Science and Technology wanted to know if there was anything else this mysterious and powerful hacker could do. As for the Mann team, they no longer counted on it.