Global wasteland: I am as good as a god with a machine

Although mimicry armor and visual mimicry have similar names, they are not the same thing.

Visual mimicry uses projection devices to create an illusion.

Mimic armor is a real thing. To put it simply, it is a camouflage blanket composed of countless miniature smart probes with screens attached to a material that isolates infrared signal sources.

These micro-probes will capture images from different directions through changes in the environment, and image themselves, allowing the host to achieve a "stealth" effect by simulating the environment.

Theoretically, the more lenses and cameras there are on the same piece of mimic armor, the more realistic the details will be and the better the camouflage effect will be.

It is easy to say, but even shrinking these probes by one micron is a breakthrough and challenge for production technology. After producing these independent micro probes, it is also a challenge to arrange them neatly together and communicate with each other.

This is a very difficult task, because among hundreds of thousands or even millions of probes, even if there is a problem with only a few hundred probes, the disguise will easily fall short.

The number of companies around the world that can manufacture this kind of equipment can be counted on one hand, and the scrap rate is as high as 99.7%. On average, a thousand blankets are produced, but only three are actually put into use.

Mimic armor has almost no defense when faced with external damage. Factors such as friction, light, and dust will all affect its effectiveness.

Because of factors such as being easily damaged and irreparable, mimic armor, an expensive piece of equipment, has a very low usage rate in actual combat. However, as a camouflage for team break-ins, the effect is surprisingly good, so it is also used by major secret service agencies and

Popular with private investigators.

Four figures blending into the night bypassed the sentries and successfully sneaked into the base, hiding behind a pile of gasoline barrels.

Shen Jiahong turned off the visual mimicry, turned on the night vision function of the mechanical eye and began to record the camp information. He pointed to a few wires set up with branches in front: "Local area lines, they probably are not connected to the external network here."

The black hat on the side took out his tool kit: "I can try to hack."

"It's not necessary. Network intrusion is a means of gaming, and we have no need for gaming now. If we are caught by their Bloom filter, things will be troublesome."

Wu Mian waved his hand gently: "You will stay here in a moment. Once the two sides start a war, their network will be paralyzed in the shortest possible time."

"yes!"

The remaining three men continued their search and found that there was nothing special about the camp, or so it seemed.

Snoring could be heard from many tents in front of them. The guards outside were doing their duty, but the equipment they were equipped with was in a mess, and not even an energy weapon was seen.

Wu Mian had a worry, which arose after he read Zhang Xingxian's transcript.

As the agent of the Ling Cult, Zhang Xingxian had been here to negotiate with them before, and the blindfold that covered his eyes had also slipped off once. His understanding of this place also came from those few seconds.

According to Zhang Xingxian's account, he saw large machinery with unknown functions in the Spiritual Religion Base, and also saw what appeared to be synthetic humans.

Wu Mian's attention was mainly focused on the latter point.

He was worried that these synthetics were from the resistance, and he was even more worried that there would be some connection between the Spiritual Religion and the resistance.

His job is to fight against the synths, and the rebels are a key target of his attention. Even if he becomes friends with Nan Ci by accident, it will not affect his view of the rebels.

The ambush at Shangzhou Port has caused heavy casualties to the Worker Bee organization. Wu Mian comforted himself that even if this place had something to do with the resistance, there was a high probability that the Worker Bee would not show up. At the same time, he was afraid that Nan Ci would really come here, otherwise even if he was willing

Let’s face it, the people in the three places are by no means idlers.

After Shen Jiahong used his electronic eyes to capture the scene of the camp, the intracranial processor had already made a complete three-dimensional composition: "Brother Ninth, we can evacuate."

"Go and grab a tongue and come back. I'll wait for you in the back."

Wu Mian decided to find out the details here before taking action, put on the mimic armor again, and retreated into the woods behind.

Tens of seconds later, Shen Jiahong hijacked a middle-aged white man and came to Wu Mian: "No one inside is wearing military uniforms, and I can't tell their rank. This guy is older and looks like an official. After inspection, he is a

A natural person."

Wu Mian glanced at the middle-aged man whose jaw had been removed, touched his palm again, and found that there was no gun cocoon on this man's hand, so he put the knife against his neck: "Answer my question, and change it to your own."

Is this life acceptable?"

The middle-aged man nodded hurriedly.

Wu Mian grabbed the middle-aged man's chin, used an inch of strength to reset his dislocated chin, and got straight to the point: "Your identity."

The middle-aged man seemed to cherish his life, and cooperated with a positive attitude: "Marjorie Claude, I am a network engineer, you can call me Marjorie."

Wu Mian continued to ask: "What organization does your camp belong to?"

Marjorie shook her head: "I don't know, I'm not an internal employee of theirs, I'm just an external engineer responsible for helping them build a network to connect the machinery."

"Aren't these guys engaged in robbery, kidnapping and drug business? Why are they involved in the Internet and industry? Nowadays, are even criminals so involved?" Shen Jiahong heard that the Ling Cult actually had other businesses, and felt

Very strange: "What machine are you talking about?"

"Manufacturing terminals. These people said that they want to install a large number of manufacturing terminals and need to avoid the coalition government's network. What I have to do is to use the satellites they provide to set up a new network that can avoid the coalition government's supervision to connect these

Manufacturing terminals are wired together.”

Marjorie paused for a moment: "I was hired by them with a high salary. These people kept their promises and paid their salary into my designated account every day, but I was prohibited from contacting the outside world. My job content was only to build online

Network, as for what products their terminals will manufacture, I don’t know.”

Wu Mian digested the information provided by Marjorie and sorted out his thoughts: "Where do these people come from and how do they contact you?"

"I am from the northern state and was introduced by a middleman. I thought it was a normal job in an Internet company. Unexpectedly, I came to this deep mountain and old forest and lived a life like a prison. For half a month, I even

Not allowed to talk to my wife and daughter."

Marjorie complained about the inhumanity of the Spiritual Religion, and also answered Wu Mian's question: "Although I am a nerd, I can still tell that there is something wrong with this place. I never inquire about their affairs, and these people will not follow me.

If you bring it up on your own initiative, the relationship between us is simply an employment relationship, nothing more."