Indescribable cyberpunk

In the huge room, there is a square metal table nearly five meters long and wide, with a panoramic view of the city of Chester formed by light blue virtual lines on it.

Not only that, there are a large number of markings on the entire 3D map of Chester, including green, yellow and red resource acquisition points and a large number of moving dots, which are undoubtedly volunteers participating in the game at this time.

Surrounding the metal table are several androids with exactly the same body shape, attire and even face. They are observing various urban areas in Chester City. They hold audio-visual rods in their hands, and the extended light screen is full of images of the present. situation within the city.

A red dot in front of one of the androids suddenly dimmed. According to the process set in advance, it, which was responsible for this part of the city, immediately opened the event recorder built into the gene beast in the resource point and browsed the entire process at nearly eight times the speed.

After pausing for a few seconds, he seemed to be "thinking", and then he raised his hand and pressed it on his right temple, and said unhurriedly: "No. 3 Game Center, 0731, relying on two pistols to kill the red resource acquisition point. The genetic beast, the fighting process is clean and tidy, Mr. Glock, I think you should take a look for yourself."

Not long after this message was sent, a fat middle-aged man walked in from one side of the room.

The expensive clothes on his body completely lost the elegance and propriety they should have. The bulging chest and abdomen and the embedded leather ribs made him look like a clown. He was holding a cream cake in one hand and red wine in the other. He didn't care that he was in a serious workplace, acting under the attention of more than a dozen "people".

"I heard there is a target worthy of attention?"

He walked straight to the android who was reporting, took the audio-visual stick from his hand without saying a word, and stood forward, forcing the former to step back.

Looking at the woman in the video who sacrificed an arm in exchange for victory, Glock raised his eyebrows.

"An interesting woman, if she can enter the top five, pay special attention to her spiritual will, I want to see her appear in our minds for the first time."

Throwing the audio-visual rod back into the android's hand, Glock talked about possible subsequent treatments for her.

"Our brains"

This may sound incredible. How can one person or one thought appear in multiple brains?

In fact, the "brain" behind this sentence does not refer to Glock's brain, let alone those of these androids, because they do not have brains at all.

Glock was referring to something special, and its real name could not be "our brain", but he was not in the mood to worry about whether the name was formal or not.

At present, the laboratory at the organization headquarters has repeatedly sent messages to step up the collection of volunteers available for the experiment. As the leader of Game Field No. 3, he also has quantitative targets that must be completed, so compared to the previous careful selection , he had to use some special methods to temporarily dispatch a group of people.

Of course, even if it is a temporary transfer, it is impossible to randomly find two people. If they are discovered, the consequences may be more serious than the uneven number of people. Therefore, he paid attention to these androids below in advance and asked them to pay more attention to those behaviors during the game. Someone who stands out.

"Mr. Glock, according to the previous regulations, we should observe volunteers two or three times before allowing them to enter our program. At least their identities must be thoroughly checked. If this part of the process is exceeded, It may pose a certain security threat to our business."

Rules are rules, and Glock's modification did not conform to the process that the android should have in mind, so he immediately reminded him loudly.

This undoubtedly made Glock dissatisfied.

"Your career?"

Glock glanced at the android beside him with some disdain.

"It's just a bunch of parts put together. You are our servants. Do people and wood have a common career? You are just tools, so I don't want to hear anything about 'our career' from your mouth in the future. This kind of nonsense. All I want to hear from you is 'Yes, sir'. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

They are just tools, and this career has nothing to do with them. The android noted these two elements and said it according to the will of the master who created him.

Behind it, several androids who looked exactly like him raised their heads at the same time.

They also remembered it.

The words are divided into two parts.

Zhu Jue, who didn't know that he had been targeted, had just entered the second safe zone. The sniper rifle was packed in a cloth bag bought in the supermarket, and there were a total of 30 sniper bullets.

According to his plan, he still has to find a way to get a fully automatic rifle. Although with the help of Motoko, his sniper rifle can be used as a single-shot pistol, this kind of thing is a bit too "exaggerated".

Zhu Jue did not intend to go to the resource acquisition point this time.

Although he could use Suzi's positioning to quickly reach the resource points, more than an hour has passed since the arrival, and the number of resource points was only about 35. Now the green and yellow resource points may have been destroyed long ago. If people occupy it, it means that some people may have started to enter the red resource acquisition point. At this time, it is not only easy to miss, but also may be ambushed.

Secondly, as mentioned before, the venue of this killing game is in the real world, and setting up so few resource acquisition points undoubtedly encourages them to use the resources already available in the city of Chester to fight.

Moreover, automatic rifles are not a rare item. Even in small cities like Chester, they are still sold in the underground black market. If time were not precious, Zhu Jue could even go to a regular gun store in the city and buy two of them.

Following the route given by Suzi, Zhu Jue quickly entered the underground market in Chester.

Dawn City's underground black market has become a small urban area in Pacifica. Naturally, Chester City cannot do this, so its underground black market is actually an industrial land with many abandoned buildings. It was originally a large factory. It was seized by local gangsters and used as a trading place.

"Stop, where did it come from!"

As soon as he reached the door of the outer wall, people with weapons came around from both sides.

"I'm here to buy some stuff, I'm just an ordinary person."

Although he didn't quite understand why a place like this was still being guarded, Zhu Jue didn't move slowly and raised his hand to answer.

"Buying medicine or something else?"

One of the young men looked Zhu Jue up and down, took a step forward and asked.

"Heh, let's buy some self-defense stuff."

Zhu Jue didn't say what he wanted to buy, he just said something casually, put his hands down on his waist, and there was only a layer of clothes between him and the handle of the pistol.

These people's questions are a little too detailed.

"go in."

This time the other party didn't stop him anymore.

Zhu Jue put his hands back into his pockets, walked into the wall, and walked toward the factory with white light in front of him.

After entering the door, the first thing Zhu Jue saw was not the lively market, but the large thick plastic sheets separated from the door. He held the gun in one hand and moved away these things that obstructed his vision with the other hand.

The next thing that appeared in front of me was a piece of plastic.

The stalls in the entire black market seem to be separated by thick plastic sheets that are often several meters long, surrounding the load-bearing columns inside the factory, directly dividing the entire area into small compartments.

In Zhu Jue's opinion, this may be done to ensure the confidentiality of the transaction and prevent people outside the transaction from snooping. Moreover, if something happens, this plastic sheet will undoubtedly become a buffer item, which can give these traders a certain degree of certainty. evacuation time.

Zhu Jue asked the person behind the door and found out about the firearms purchase area. He randomly found a "room" and went in. The facilities inside were simple enough.

There were various goods placed on the three metal tables. Behind the middle one sat an old man who had undergone prosthetic transformation, adjusting the parts of the firearm with the pliers on his left hand.

"What do you want?"

Seeing Zhu Jue come in, he put down his gun and asked.

"I want a fully automatic rifle, three grenades, three smoke grenades, and three flash bombs each."

Zhu Jue thought carefully that this was the limit of what he could carry at present. Any more would not only increase the burden, but also wouldn't have much room to store on his body. After all, he would have to carry two additional guns.

"The AK76 and MGM835 are all on that table. You can choose them yourself. I'll get you the other things."

The old man glanced at Zhu Jue, his eyes lingering on the long package on his back. With his years of experience in dealing with weapons, he naturally knew that such things were stored inside.

Ever since the city of Chester was classified as a Class C danger zone, their line of work has ushered in spring. However, this is the first time he has encountered such a person who carries a sniper rifle on his body and has to go here to buy a fully automatic rifle and a throwing weapon. Not to mention that this guy has a force field shield on his shoulder.

Are you going to fight?

Of course, he was not worried about anything, but was thinking about getting some information from Zhu Jue. If a war really started, maybe he could get involved and make a fortune?

"You can choose the AK76, which has the highest power and the fastest rate of fire among these rifles. It is suitable for close-range assaults."

There are long-range sniper rifles. What Zhu Jue needs now is a weapon that can quickly seize the advantage in close combat. Suzi's suggestion made him choose the AK76 without hesitation. He put it on the table in the middle and looked at the gun parts at will. The purpose was to ask Mozi to confirm whether there was any problem with the firearm.

The noise around them was constant.

Someone walked through the aisle in the cubicle, lifted up the plastic piece, and threw the short knife in his hand, slicing the throats of the men and women. Blood fell down the neck, and soon it was all over the floor.

Without even glancing at their corpses, he just turned sideways and looked at the blurry figure behind the glass not far away. He squatted on one knee and held a pitch-black sniper rifle in his hand.

"God is no longer with you."

So he said.