Psychics don't die from gunfire

Go back in time a little.

Cast Light City.

In the spacious office, a projector originally used for projecting imaging plans suddenly flashed twice and then turned on spontaneously, revealing a glistening humanoid silhouette made of glass.

Almost at the same time, the office environment suddenly became subtly darker.

It was a ripple in the abyss.

Although an Abyss Lord at Depth 5 cannot let the Abyss interfere with much reality, let alone directly overwrite it, the amount is not "zero" after all.

The well-known hacker organization [Theatre], one of the masterminds behind the scenes.

——Depth 5, Lord of the Abyss, [Borage].

"Say something quickly." Borage's tone was not very friendly: "I shouldn't have taken this job from you in the first place. Do you know what kind of life I have been living this year? That crazy bitch Zen Ryusena chased me everywhere. Run! How can I, a small civil society, stand up to the dangerous hands of giant corporations?”

The first half of the sentence is okay, but the second half is a lot of nonsense.

Thanks to the rapid development of enterprise alliances and the open and leading Internet environment, there are so many private Internet organizations here, showing a vigorous and vigorous situation in which everything is competing. [Theatre], as the leader among them, has often caused obstacles for the company - dissatisfaction with the company's behavior is only part of the reason.

The more important reason is to seek benefits for oneself and demonstrate strength.

If we don’t do some serious work, how can we tell the unruly people that our [theatre] is particularly capable?

Nowadays, in illegal hacker gatherings such as technology conferences, if a participant flashes the label [Theater], the others will give him a thumbs up and look at him.

Under this situation, although [Theatre] is not a rival to a giant enterprise, it is not particularly fearful. At worst, everyone will be divided and scattered. All they have to do is run away faster than their brothers.

The other party is saying these words now

"[The Theater] has priority in bidding for the technological trophies obtained by the future enlightened people." Chakoluo said concisely and comprehensively.

".So generous?"

Borage's complaints stopped abruptly, and her tone became cautious instead.

"Are you planning to do something big again?"

Chakoluo didn't comment, just smiled and spoke.

"I need an invitation letter to Ogden. You should be able to do it, right?"

"Let me confirm, is there 'Christopher' behind you, Ogden?"

Chacoro looked at him quietly.

"Very good, it's super difficult to handle." Borage pressed her head and floated in the air: "Your psychic abilities are terrifying, but you are not a demon after all. I have to think about how to explain it to you. Well, well, let's put it this way."

"Looking at all the abyss lords, I am also a strong one." Borage stated plainly: "Your Sangjiali is not as good as me."

Sanjiali, that is the only Abyss Lord of the Enlightened Ones.

"But, I still dared to touch Zen Glass for a moment, but I pushed Dwight to death a few times, and then I had to run away with my life." Borage shook her head slightly: "And Dwight is not as good as Ogden."

"You only know him as the King of Wizards, but in our demonic circle, that guy is simply not a fucking human being. Some people even say such nonsense as 'Ogden Christopher is the King of the Abyss among the Kings of the Abyss.' You have to say it, the key is that I really agree with it!”

"He has disappeared in the past few years. You asked me to use technical means to find him. I'm sorry that I can't do it." Borage spread her hands: "Of course you also know this, so you asked for an 'Ogden invitation letter' instead." But it’s also very difficult to do.”

Borage scratched her head: "How many years ago were these things sent by Ogden? I don't even know if there are any blank invitations now."

Ogden Christopher was very high-spirited in his early years. It is said that he was addicted to otherworldly works for a while and could not extricate himself. He imitated and made a set of "Ogden's Invitation" consumables, including but not limited to randomly sent to citizens' mailboxes, hidden abyss and sponsorship. Give as prizes for technical competitions.

Of course, Ogden naturally kept a secret. The purpose of this thing was just to meet him. As for whether it could be requested, hired, etc., that was another matter.

Even so, the market value of "Ogden's Invitation" is still priceless - when this thing first came out, it could only be described as interesting.

But as Ogden's strength rapidly increased, his reputation became more and more popular, and his invitations were gradually consumed, his market value continued to soar crazily, and he even won the title of Best Collectible of the Year for two consecutive years.

If you have one in hand, you really don't have to do anything every day, and your assets are rising in vain.

The only risk is probably if Ogden suddenly dies suddenly one day.

"If it wasn't difficult, I wouldn't be looking for you."

Chakoro clasped his hands together: "I believe it won't be a problem for the famous Borage."

"I can try to find it." Borage didn't waste any time and directly reported her price: "If I don't get it, it doesn't matter, otherwise you have to help me."

"As long as it doesn't violate my bottom line." Chakoluo did not hesitate.

"Of course it should be." Borage nodded: "If you want to violate the bottom line, I'm afraid you'll punch me to death first."

"Not necessarily." Chakoluo smiled: "If you are unlucky, just use two punches."

"Humph, it seems you are really preparing to cause another big incident."

Borage crossed her legs.

The Abyss Lord of the Enlightened Ones, "Big Platinum Flower", Sanjiali, is not as good as himself, but not much worse. At least she is more than enough to find an "invitation letter from Ogden".

Just as everyone knows that Ogden is awesome, everyone also knows that Sanjiali is from the Enlightened Ones. The intricate threads of the forces of all parties are woven into a cocoon, staring at each other tightly, and every move is obscure.

That's why Chakoro secretly found himself.

"I think we can start talking about the second business." Liuji changed her cross-legged posture: "You know, [Theatre] has always been neutral, and intelligence trading is our specialty - the Enlightened One is preparing to make some new big moves, and I think the company representatives are willing to offer a good price."

"I have a schedule next. If you have nothing else, why don't you leave first." Chakoro straightened his collar and politely issued an order to leave.

"Damn, you change your face so quickly!"

Liuli cursed, and said nothing more. The projection dissipated into stardust, flowing out.

The next second, a safe house thousands of miles away.

The man opened his eyes.

He unplugged the black tubes on his body and stood up from the deep diving chamber. The azure liquid slid through the gaps between muscles and hair, dripping down and splashing shallow ripples.

He casually took clothes from the shelf next to him and put them on, and his eyes swept around the safe house.

"Hey, it's difficult to deal with it."

The man quickly made a decision, scratching his head while opening the small refrigerator on the ground.

"Forget it, open some champagne first."