Start with a Mechanical Hunter

Chapter 233: hacker monster

Chapter 233 Hacker Monster

Changed career as a cyber hacker and entered the cyberspace again, feeling completely different.

The sensory data runs more smoothly, the shaping is faster, and the consciousness is more awake.

This is mainly because of a professional knowledge - Electronic Hacker's Handbook

Electronic Hackers Handbook:

Lv1: Through hacker training, develop a series of perception systems such as hearing, vision, touch, taste, smell, etc., and combine them with connected devices to strengthen input and output

Lv5: You can distinguish the data nodes you need from the torrent of sensory data, and master this touch world composed of buttons and switches through code

lv5's electronic hacker's manual, the biggest role is actually to be able to choose one's own 'falling place'.

Just like the game save, in the cyberspace, as long as he has been to the place, he can selectively come.

Gonggong appears on the wreckage of the 'Metaverse'.

‘Metaverse’ has become a river-crossing bridge broken in two, the middle part is inserted into the data sea water, the broken bridge piers are floating on the sea water, and the crack part is the embedded code structure.

The violent data rain falls from the sky, and the water level is getting higher and higher. From time to time, a huge wave of data hits. When the wave is at the highest point, countless program comments are sprayed out.

The two things that programmers hate the most, writing comments by themselves, and others not writing comments.

These 'program comments' exploded in mid-air and turned into waves of data. I don't know that tomorrow there will be a few programmers looking at the messy code, and their brains will shed their hair.

Putting his hand into the puddle and stirring it, he used the professional skill 'Simulation Data Programming'. After the five seconds of data generation time passed, he pressed his palm hard and gently lifted it, and a **** umbrella was pulled out.

The peerlessly beautiful young man copied one hand in his pocket and held an umbrella in the other. He was like a devastated flower in the storm, which was extraordinarily pitiful.

The senior engineer walked to the shore, and the black code was squatting on the ground, bored.

"Where's Miss G?"

The black code raised his chin, and in the driveway, large trucks turned into local area networks were smashed to the ground, and the telephone poles turned into signal base stations were kicked into two sections, and even the passing AI wildcats were also tragically exploded head.

The senior engineer walked along the information highway and got on the viaduct.

On the road, there are various strange-shaped vehicles appearing from time to time.

In reality, they may be news websites, virtual communities, data transmitters, and servers.

But it is clear that this road does not work.

In the center of the viaduct, the sound of explosions can be heard from time to time.

"Today there will be many websites that cannot be accessed," the senior engineer said to himself.

In the center of the viaduct, a girl with tattoos is holding a pink cannon, sweeping all kinds of vehicles passing by.

The bullet chain turned into a beam of light, and the explosion continued wherever it passed.

At her feet are the wreckage of a hill-like robot, which also has a title in reality.

antivirus software.

In the storm, the sound of gunfire was like thunder.

Gox was red-eyed, and the rain fell, washing out her eyeshadow, and her beautiful braid turned into a feather duster.

Her anger will set the rain bucket on fire!

The rain on her head suddenly disappeared.

Gox turned his head in amazement, only to see a beautiful young man holding an umbrella for her and smiling at her.

Gox stared blankly at each other, the rain falling from his eyes at some point.

The machine gun was thrown down at some point, and the tattooed girl suddenly gave a 'wow' and hugged the other person hard.

"The old woman is gone, she's gone, woo woo woo..."

The senior engineer put away the umbrella and let the data raindrops fall. Every drop of rainwater is actually a memory and a feeling.

…

"Alyssa is not dead."

Facing the black code and Gox, the senior engineers are very confident.

"Are you sure?" Black Code asked seriously.

"Well, the new search engine doesn't have as many product placements, I've confirmed it in reality."

The senior engineer smiled and said, "Don't worry, Alisha's body is now decomposing into countless data crawlers, absorbing data again, so that she can restore her human form."

"You're right," Code Black murmured, "If she really dies, we won't be able to escape the Metaverse."

"What should we do now?" Gox said sullenly.

"The reason why the mother of data can't beat the pipeline is not because the simulated data is inferior to neural signals, but because there are too many data havens in the cyberspace, resulting in a large amount of valuable commercial data being occupied by vampires such as enterprises."

"If we want to speed up the resurrection of Alisha, the only thing we can do is to break the shackles of these data ports, release these secret data, and make the search volume of search engines skyrocket."

"That's true," Black Code slammed the palm of his hand. "With the increase in the total amount of data, can't the old woman be able to speed up the resurrection?"

Gox stood up abruptly, her big almond-like eyes widened sharply, and the bloodshot in her eyes began to grow. She grabbed the senior worker's shoulder and showed a murderous smile.

"Hey, little pet, which one should we attack first?"

The rich woman Aiai prototype showed a playful smile.

"I happen to know such a place."

…

The sky was slightly bright, and the senior worker got up, took off the electrode pads on his temples, twisted his neck, and prepared to go up to see his cheap sister.

Entering the door, the senior engineer suddenly frowned. There was no one on the bed, only a note.

'I'm going to work, I put my breakfast in the fridge, remember to eat it. ’

The senior engineer tilted his head. The next moment, on the walls, on the gate, and on the ground, large pieces of flesh swelled up, blood tendons swelled, and nerve bundles were like cobwebs, covering the small house tightly.

"This can all go away, information life? Concept life? Or ontology data?"

"Or, Gao Yuanyuan, who walked with me yesterday, isn't actually a real existence?"

The senior engineer couldn't figure out how the other party left.

High-level information life can indeed appear from planet to planet.

But this is at least after level 90.

This is just a girl from a low-level planet.

The senior engineer thought of three options given by the task.

"Escape, destroy, report."

"report?"

"Gox, Gao Yuanyuan, and the two-in-one AI experimental body, are they created to fight against the mother city?"

"Why did Alyssa ask me to resolve Gao Yuanyuan's matter in reality as soon as possible before she disappeared, because if it is not resolved now, it will not be resolved in the future."

"Once a certain stage is reached, will the two personalities end up with one devouring the other?"

…

Until Ah Hong appeared at the door of the shop, the senior engineer still didn't understand.

"Why do you have such a forceful face," A Hong said carelessly, and Aiduolu also showed a projection as she entered the door, and waved her hand at Gao Gong in a friendly manner.

"Where's the stuff?" The senior engineer asked angrily.

"Hey, what I brought to you are all good stuff, only available in our circle."

A Hong mysteriously took out several small boxes and opened them one by one.

Sure enough, they are all good ones, all sophisticated+ hacker chips.

'Prosthetic Body Overheating', 'Electromagnetic Short Circuit', 'Remote Hacking', 'System Control', 'Personality Modification', 'Memory Search', 'Emotional Slaves', 'Blackening Training'

"Cough, this is for my own use."

Seeing the senior engineer looking over, A Hong blushed, and quickly took away the 'blackening training' and replaced it with 'weakness projection'.

"By the way, if you didn't implant it in the warehouse, how would you install the hacker chip?"

A Hongzhi came over in person, a big reason was to see if the other party could really use hacking skills without borrowing the implanted warehouse.

If there is such a technology, it will definitely be a big breakthrough in the hacking industry!

Generally speaking, there are no more than three chip sockets in the implanted warehouse on the market, no more than five in the top implanted warehouse, and no more than eight at most, because the human cerebral cortex has a total of four regions, the frontal lobe and the parietal lobe. , temporal lobe and occipital lobe, each area can be inserted with up to two chips, and no amount of brain can withstand it.

So how to combine hacker chips, how to form your own style, whether to follow the prosthetic body blasting flow or the personality invasion flow is a very serious question.

The senior engineer glanced at the other party, did not speak, stretched out his arm, and with the muscle squirming, two rows of insertion ports appeared on the inside of the forearm.

A Hong was stunned: "Aren't you going to put it in your head?"

"I don't need to wear a helmet, and besides, the nervous system doesn't all grow in the brain."

In A Hong's astonished eyes, the senior engineer inserted the chips into the inside of his forearm one by one, and each time one was inserted, a violent data stream penetrated the nervous system, turning into a wonderful combination of neuron signals.

There is no implantation chamber, so naturally it is not restricted by the implantation chamber. As long as the nervous system can bear it, it is no problem for the senior engineer to be full of hacker chips.

The experiment concluded that each time a chip was inserted, the pressure on the nervous system would increase by one point.

For every 10 points of perception, take a chip.

So theoretically, the number of hacker chips that can be implanted by senior engineers is 10.

A hacker monster was born.

…

Rainy night appeared at the door of the killer's stronghold with a knife and no umbrella.

Unexpectedly, there was a long queue at the door.

There are many conspicuous signs at the entrance.

'New Age Killer, New Age Idol'

'Murder, corpse collection, family condolences, killer's self-cultivation'

'Assassin League, the road to debut of the killer group'

'How to cultivate your own fan base, how to maintain your own character, how to broadcast assassination on TV, seven-day crash course of assassination alliance'

“…”

Brother Umbrella confirmed several times before he was sure that he had gone to the wrong place.

"Brother, are you here to do this too?" A handsome boy in front of him turned his head.

Brother Umbrella nodded.

"What did you do?"

Brother Umbrella thought for a while, and said in a ghostly way: "Novelist."

"Then your major is wrong."

"Your profession?"

"I'm a very good hairdresser, my goal is to kill bad people and make a lot of money!"

We waited in line for an hour. After making an appointment with the handsome guy in front to eat beef brisket together, it was finally my turn to bring a knife without an umbrella on a rainy night.

The three judges looked at him with scrutiny.

"Name?"

"A umbrella."

"Race?"

In the rainy night, he glanced at the player panel with a knife and no umbrella, and said, "Native people."

"gender?"

"…male."

"Specialty?"

"It's what you are good at, what hobbies and skills do you have." A middle-aged female judge said impatiently.

"Killer, don't you just need to kill," Yu Ye said after a moment of silence with a knife and no umbrella.

"What era are you thinking about? Now, as a killer, you pay attention to decathlon."

"I ask you, can you sing?"