Psychics don't die from gunfire

"I say. Don't you think it's a bit too cold?"

The thin man with a mohawk shivered, and his hair covered with fluorescent powder shook along with his complaints and shivers.

"Aren't I cold?"

On the other side of the mohawk, a sturdy man with oil paint on his right arm leaning against an abandoned car covered with thick dust snorted coldly and spat: "I don't want to stand here in the cold wind! The boss is also confused. There are no negotiations these days, so we don't need to come out to support the scene! But he has to set up a sentry post!"

"Don't you think about where this is? This is Cross Street, our territory! Even if there are really blind people who want to make trouble, they can't come to us!"

"That's the truth."

The mohawk was planning to give himself a shot of "adrenaline" to keep warm, but he considered his financial situation and had to regretfully choose to give up.

He yawned: "It's only two or three hundred meters away from the freezer, why set up a sentry post? The boss is really impatient."

"Come to think of it, it's not that the boss went to the "Mangxue" territory for a meeting last time, and saw that the people of Mangxue were so awesome, so he was stimulated, so he ah!"

Hearing this voice, the strong man who was about to find a restricted live broadcast room on [Valhalla] to seek some excitement was startled. He quickly closed the interface and looked at Mohawk, and found that the latter was safe and sound.

"Fuck, what the hell are you yelling for!"

"I accidentally froze my arm, my my."

Mohawk raised his left hand and laughed dryly.

The joint connection of his second-hand prosthesis bought from the black doctor had some problems. In this temperature close to zero degrees, one of the parts was frozen just now, so the whole arm suddenly paralyzed, which made him subconsciously startled.

"I've told you a long time ago, don't give your crappy anchor less money. You can't get the first place anyway. Wouldn't it be better to buy yourself a better prosthetic limb with this spare money? If you had better equipment, you wouldn't have been shot in the head by the boss last time you robbed a small store."

Mohawk's answer was smooth and natural: "You don't understand love."

The strong man was speechless for a while: "Forget it, it's up to you. Damn, the weather is really cold. I'll stay here. Hurry up and get some wine or roast maggots or something -"

"--Uh!"

"What's wrong again?"

The strong man who had already opened [Valhalla] said impatiently. This time he was too lazy to look up and said casually: "Don't try this. Even if your leg is broken this time, you have to buy it back for me -"

The next moment, a hand suddenly covered his mouth, and a blade pierced through his throat, twisting and twisting, directly cutting off the strong man's life.

Almost at the same time, only the handle of the scalpel was exposed on his neck. He subconsciously covered the wound with his hand, and the mohawk stumbled to the ground in an attempt to stop the blood.

"It went well."

Song Shi pulled out the single-molecule knife, walked out of the shadows, and nodded slightly.

The road to the Cross Street District can be said to be unobstructed. Although there are natural sentinels of "local residents", it is not difficult to sneak in overall.

The two people in front of him are already the most serious sentinels they have met, but their vigilance is still worrying. They sneak up in the dark and get close to each other, and it only takes two knives.

However, Song Shi's goal is certainly not to simply deal with the two sentinels, risking "alerting the snake".

"Well, let me take a look."

Song Shi sat cross-legged, put away the single-molecule knife, and took out a data tablet, which was the "Mint T5" network terminal he bought from Ami Kaba not long ago.

The essence of this device is a tool and platform equipped with computing resources, highly integrated, and capable of accommodating many software. It can be understood as a portable computer specializing in "network technology".

This is a must-have equipment for a qualified network information worker.

Otherwise, if you want to traverse the network with the computing power of the personal chip in your brain, the ending will basically not be very good - the most common situation is to burn your brain.

Of course, cyber hackers who choose to install various "implants" to continuously make up for this defect are not included in this category.

"Sure enough, the three autonomous sentry machine gun towers are all set up in the local area network."

Song Shi first hung up the auxiliary supercomputer, then pulled out a data cable from the side of the network terminal, linked it to the brain-computer interface of Mohawk, and used it as a stepping stone to jump into the local area network built by the "Cross Tiger Gang" in the Cross Street District.

On the interface, a portrait logo lit up, all of them were members of the Tiger Gang located in the Cross Street District, a total of 38 people.

The most eye-catching avatar among them was the leader of the Cross Tiger Gang, Grove.

But Song Shi only glanced at the other side of the three autonomous sentry machine gun towers, all of which were located in the freezer factory.

This was his real goal.

These three "autonomous sentry machine gun towers" produced by [Santa Industry] were equipped with intelligent fire control systems and two 12mm large-caliber machine guns, with a theoretical maximum firing rate of one thousand rounds per minute.

Although the models looked a bit old, they could easily break people's quantifiers into pieces one by one.

"——Intelligent fire control?"

Then, looking at the display window, Song Shi nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay, as long as it's accurate."

He opened the compilation interface, his ten fingers flew, and uploaded the "ice-breaking program" and "plundering program" that had been compiled long ago, and began to flow rapidly along the local area network in silence.

Although starting from the entrance and breaking through the front is more in line with Song Shi's combat aesthetics, considering the disparity in strength between the two sides this time, Song Shi regretfully chose another route-

These two "ice-breaking programs" and "plundering programs" are specialized programs for position defense facilities, and are also one of the rewards for cooperating with those hackers in the previous life.

In the past, such programs were all started with one click through the integrated hacking software provided by the other party, which claimed to be a "brain-dead integration package".

However, the problem is not big at the moment. Song Shi's network technology is indeed a bit lagging, but it is still possible to simply copy the source code, compile it, and upload the program to the local area network.

Even considering the risk issue, Song Shi did not choose the latest ones in his memory, but specially found the programs that were born five years later at this time.

"-Even if it is only five years, the gap brought by technological iteration is quite large."

When the progress bar is pushed to 100%.

ICE (firewall) cracking and erosion, the control authority of the sentry machine gun tower quietly changed, the mechanical components began to warm up, and the intelligent fire control system was fully deployed.

Song Shi stood up and looked at the huge freezer factory in the distance.

Amid the rapid roar that suddenly broke the silence of the night in the distance.

He put away the network terminal, put on the white armor power arm guard, and walked slowly towards the distance.