Abyssal Wanderer

Chapter 14 NO.000e: Professional Level

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

Black Falcon-136 confirmed to Jiang Zhou again.

"Absorbing more experience in the tactical memory will increase the possibility of surviving in the abyss and dark net."

Jiang Zhou, who held another piece of tactical memory activation permission in his hand, answered in this way.

After resting for about three hours, Jiang Zhou suggested that he could prepare to absorb another piece of tactical memory.

But according to 136 and the others, this kind of learning method of crudely instilling experience into the brain will seriously or even permanently pollute a person's mental index. Generally speaking, every time a piece of tactical memory is absorbed, at least six to twelve hours of rest is required before it is possible to return to a normal mental state.

Just as transplanting organs that do not belong to oneself will lead to immune rejection, instilling experiences that do not belong to oneself will also lead to spiritual rejection.

If it weren't for the expensive psychological fine-tuning diagnosis and treatment afterwards, according to the different levels of mental toughness of different people, a person would try to absorb at most eight to sixteen tactical memories in his life. If normal people break through their limits, they will inevitably suffer from typical cyber mental illnesses such as dissociative collapse, puppet syndrome, and timing perception breakdown, and become a legal inhuman.

To some extent, tactical memory was developed as a "cyber doping" for advanced cannon fodder on the battlefield from the very beginning. As long as users can use them to achieve tactical goals, what serious side effects will occur afterwards is simply not something that those people in the upper chain of command will care about.

Otherwise, Pluto Deep Dive Company would not openly supply tactical memory to these "mining cards" to improve their mining efficiency-this thing was originally designed for consumables.

In fact, Jiang Zhou was deeply touched when he used the first piece of "unarmed combat proficiency" tactical memory.

Imagine that someone smashed a stack of Cihai's heavy fighting tutorials and boiled them into a bowl of thick porridge of knowledge. Then insert a metal funnel on top of your head, and pour the steaming hot porridge of knowledge into it. Holding your head while shaking it violently, shaking those experiences evenly in your mind.

And that's just the beginning. Not only theoretical experience, hundreds of hours of video tutorials, and thousands of stimuli tutorials are also stuffed into your mind. Hold your eyelids open with braces and play it to you over and over again.

Countless signals rushed through the body, and the entire nervous system was overloaded to the point of almost burning. Then, symptoms like epilepsy began to appear in the body. Subjectively, the perception of time has been stretched to an unbelievable degree—Jiang Zhou felt that he had twitched for about five minutes before re-perceiving his own existence.

But during this period, his consciousness in Liao Qi's body was always clear. It's as if when one of my eyes starts to twitch wildly, it doesn't affect the normal vision of the other eye.

The other body helped Jiang Zhou share the mental pollution produced when he absorbed the tactical memory.

In other words, because of the Janus system, his endurance should be twice that of normal people.

"I hope that after I descend into the abyss and dark net, I can be your help, not a burden. So, let me learn as much experience as possible that can be used."

After estimating his own tolerance limit, Jiang Zhou said as sincerely as possible.

It's just that this time his performance seemed a bit too forceful. From 136's point of view, the face of "Theseus" at this moment is full of that expression of resignation to death.

So he shook his head again and again, unwilling to let the other party take this risk, but Qianxia Ying walked over and said:

"Now that the oath has been sworn, Theseus is also an Icarus rebel. He has the right to do things in line with his own judgment. B6, you can let him."

After finishing speaking, the punk-dressed woman looked at herself.

You are free to seek death.

Jiang Zhou read this meaning from the other party's eyes.

Earlier, 136 said that he would transfer the authority to adjust the depth 3 quality of the "Pegasus" to himself, which obviously made the other party feel uncomfortable. Although Jiang Zhou did not find any information about "Pegasus" from Liao Qi's memory.

But he still has a certain idea of ​​how precious the quality of Depth 3 is—it is no exaggeration to say that it is enough to break the balance of power in a certain area of ​​the resettlement area.

At the peak of the Icarus Liberation Front, there were no more than three adjusters who reached "depth 3". Just like that, they dared to blow up Pluto's temporary intelligence control center hidden deep in the Nord resettlement area.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Jiang Zhou feels that Qian Xiaying seems to wish she could die here sooner. In this way, 136 will not transfer the precious Depth 3 modification permission to himself.

That's why now she cooperates with her request and persuades 136 to let him try to absorb the new tactical memory.

Probably because he was not very good at hearing the subtext of the words, after listening to Qian Xiaying's "persuasion", 136 hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded in agreement.

"If you insist..."

So, Jiang Zhou took a deep breath and activated the permission to use another tactical memory.

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"Mr. Liao, I need to remind you. The positioning device installed in the memory is not connected to the Internet - otherwise the other party's private security system can find out the clues within 20 seconds. And the molecular marker sniffing and positioning installed, Once the range of five kilometers is exceeded, the target will be lost. But I didn't expect the opponent to drive over. With my road bike, unless my car skills reach the level of a professional racer, there is no way to catch up ..."

After leaving the bar in the dark blue area, an old snake followed behind Liao Qi, and said profusely with sweat.

He was worried that if he lost the middleman Zhu Lin this time, the other party would continue to hold his own life and force him to find a way to get the middleman out again. If that's the case, God knows how long those explosives will stay in his brain-computer interface—he doesn't want to wait even a second now, he just wants to rush to the prosthetic doctor and take out those deadly explosives .

Thinking of this, the old snake opened the car door with a bitter face, and sat in the driver's seat.

Then he was grabbed by the collar by the other party and grabbed him.

"ah?"

The old snake who was sitting on the ground looked at Liao Qi in puzzlement - the other party sat in the driver's seat skillfully, put on the seat belt, and then entered the coordinates into the driving computer.

"Come up in the co-pilot."

Busy with the matter in hand, the other party said to the old snake in a flat tone.

"But, but..."

The old snake stammered, not knowing what to say for a while.

What's wrong with this? He plans to drive by himself?

But judging from his previous appearance, he should not know how to drive at all!

"Come on, I won't say it a third time."

After everything was ready, Liao Qi turned to look at him and repeated again.

When I was a teenager, I secretly watched erotic stimulant movies at home, and my reaction when I suddenly heard the sound of the door lock opening in the room was not as fast as the old snake's current movements.

"You... Can you really drive? Do you want to replace me?"

The old snake looked at Liao Qi's trembling hand holding the steering wheel and asked.

"boom……"

The onomatopoeia of a retro engine answered his question.

"Thank you for driving the six-sided four-series sports car produced by Neptune Transportation Group. Are you sure to turn off the automatic driving assistance and lift all speed safety restrictions?"

The on-board computer asked in a sweet voice.

"confirm."

Liao Qi said.

"It has been confirmed that the driving mode of death without regret is activated. Neptune Traffic here sincerely wishes you a happy rest of your life."

Amidst the roar of the engine, Liao Qi looked at the old snake road.

"Can drive."

"And it's professional grade."

Before the words finished, there was an extremely strong push back feeling, and the violent inertia pushed the old snake into the car seat.