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Next door to Hanging Street, Red Dream Club

At the entrance of the club, two men in sunglasses stared coldly at the people around them, with their hands on their waists.

As Madam Red Dream's Ma Zai, they are used to seeing the ups and downs of the outer city, the rise, expansion, and decline of new gangs. Some lucky ones have established security companies and left here, while some gangs have fallen apart due to various unexpected factors.

, there are also some gang leaders who will sell the entire gang for a good price, move to the enterprise zone themselves, and become the management of the enterprise.

The gang that was betrayed was a large-scale group experiment.

The only ones who can really stay here are some old monsters under the water, like Lady Red Dream.

Therefore, when faced with the threat of gangs, they did not take it seriously and maintained a high profile.

However, it was somewhat unexpected that these people were not members of the Welfare Gang, nor were they vassals of the Welfare Gang, but civilians from the outer city.

It's actually easy to distinguish between civilians and gangsters. Those prosthetic eyes have five or six product placements implanted in them, which play continuously for 30 hours, or they are covered in experimental prostheses, and they take experimental drugs, and their expressions become distorted from time to time.

Yes, that is 100% civilian correct.

These scientific and technological experiments are not entirely the result of pervasive advertising by companies. A considerable part of the results of forced trials are the choices of ordinary people.

In the city that never sleeps, businesses have to pay taxes, self-employed individuals have to pay taxes, and individuals also have to pay taxes.

If you are a corporate employee, there will naturally be companies that help you pay data tax on your behalf.

If you are a gang member, you can pay taxes automatically by killing people, no, testing new weapons.

And if you are an ordinary person and you want to survive in the city that never sleeps, then actively accepting various corporate benefits is actually a good choice.

Painful biopharmaceutical trials only require a 'pain neurotomy' to resolve.

The painful prosthetic transformation experiment only requires an 'enhanced virtual machine' to complete. If you are lucky, you can even enter the cyberspace and enjoy the spiritual freedom of being completely separated from the physical body and become a human being.

The name of the cyber race is no longer bothered by the troubles of the world.

This type of people is actually the most numerous in the Evernight City. They can be natives, bionics, or even low-level AIs.

They don't go out during the day, and they don't go out at night. A virtual machine is enough to last a lifetime. After old age and death, the head parts can be sold in exchange for a 'holographic projection urn'.

Only when you have no money will you show up on the streets with a swagger, and look at every new company's new product with a 'God's' eye, and see the benefits of using his 'product'.

As powerful as a monopoly, a global dominant company will also provide sufficiently superior additional services for this type of 'capsule people', such as stimulating body sensations and enhancing the virtual machine experience.

Typical of me, as long as I act bad enough, even I, the King of Heaven, won’t be a fool!

And their nicknames, 'sensory experiencers', 'capsule people', and 'capsule gods', each one is more awesome than the other.

The reason why they are called "capsule people" is because their role in cyber society is very much like the "edible capsule" layer of the outer shell of a drug.

What surprised the two macho men in sunglasses was that the people surrounding the entrance of the Red Dream Club were all ‘capsule people’.

This feeling is like seeing a ghost in broad daylight!

"Miss Sakura——"

One of the security guards quickly held down his collar and used a button communicator to report to the police.

"Don't rush to do it. Let's see what they want to do."

In fact, the security guards thought so too. It wasn't that they couldn't deal with these weaklings, but the Capsule Man in front of them. Each one of them had been involved in at least a dozen large companies' drug trials, advertising experiments, and prosthetic body trials. It was impossible to kill them.

Even Mrs. Hongmeng will feel very troublesome if she offends certain departments of certain companies.

What's more important is that these people are drooling and their eyes are white. They look like they are in "physical trusteeship". You can hack them to death and they won't even know what's going on.

It is worth mentioning that this kind of "rental human body" technology is generally used in certain places that are not suitable for children, such as their Red Dream Club, white-collar workers, unemployed, married, unmarried, all kinds of status, perfect fit

All your hobbies.

But when this technology is used against one's own people, it's very painful.

"These people are typical dead pigs who are not afraid of boiling water," a man in sunglasses gritted his teeth.

These capsule people are really like dead pigs who are not afraid of being scalded by boiling water. I don’t even care about being alive, so why are you afraid that you will kill me? If you have the ability, do it. If you kill me, my company will cause trouble for you!

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In the Red Dream Club, Miss Sakura looked at the holographic projection expressionlessly, her long mechanical nails ticking. Only those familiar with her would know that this was her expression when she was nervous.

Next to her, Sister Ji was also very nervous. The reason for her nervousness was that Mrs. Hongmeng was not in the club.

Without this giant Buddha standing guard, she was also very frightened facing this group of 'urban zombies'.

My second death will not fall on the head of this group of 'capsule people'. I heard that dead otakus are very perverted. This group of people is almost the ultimate dark version of dead otakus.

Seeing that Sister Ji was nervous, Miss Sakura stopped hooking her nails and said calmly: "With the firepower of the club, it is no problem to kill these thousands of people."

Sister Ji breathed a sigh of relief, and then immediately became eager to give it a try. If she could get rid of these thousand mobs, how much experience would she gain?

Come on! Come on! I will carry the machine gun myself to clear out the monsters!

Miss Sakura glanced at the other party and saw what the other party was thinking, and said: "Our real enemy is not them, but the people behind them."

"who?"

“Hardcoded God.”

Thanks to the Red Dream Club's gossip environment, Sister Ji really knows who this cyber god is.

His true identity is actually a cyber hacker, and a fallen cyber hacker.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! As a profession in the chaotic camp, it can be called a "degenerate" behavior, which basically has nothing to do with criminal law.

Simply put, this hacker screwed up and became a member of the growing group of ‘capsule people’.

Although this 'technical geek' switched jobs to the 'dark death geek' for unknown reasons, his technical skills have obviously not been lost. In the process of being ruined, he developed a series of human brain cracking software, which can be used to a large extent.

Welfare of the enterprise, and to isolate the enterprise's experimental losses, many benefits can even be used in vain.

As for how to obtain this kind of "cracked software", call his name, praise his name, and publicize his deeds.

Thus, the ‘Hard Code God’ was born!

As for the hacker's final fate, no one knows whether he was addicted to colorful virtual pleasures, turned into a cyber god, or was simply recruited by a company and changed his job from a dark nerd to a hard worker.

But this series of compressed file packages of "human brain cracking software" have become the legendary "capsule Bible".

The street sect of 'Hard Coded God' has begun to rise rapidly because of this 'dark dead house Bible'. Currently, it is the leader in the second echelon among street sects, and its number is close to that of Turing in the first echelon.

teach.

In the holographic projection, under the control of the manipulator behind the scenes, those broken capsule people began to perform various worship movements. Some were standard soil seats, some began to dance house dances, and some began to cry bitterly.

She shed tears, called out the nickname of a certain virtual idol, and some took out their own multi-purpose cheer sticks.

The next moment, the red light shines brightly in the Red Dream Club.

The projection of the local area network fell in front of the two women - the same virtual Red Dream Club. Data streams like raindrops began to hit the surface of the 'Red Dream Club', and in the gates, pipes, underground tunnels and other places, a large number of virtual people began to drill.

Entering, even in the thick mosaic, capsule people began to forcefully 'pass through' the wall.

"Madam is not here, and no one controls the LAN. We have to go in and protect the LAN from being destroyed!"

Miss Sakura pressed a hidden mechanism. The next moment, the bar began to open, revealing a large number of access points. A large number of android girls began to walk like zombies. The back of their neck, wrists, temples and other parts were opened one after another, and plugs were explored one by one.

came out.

The data transmission function of the LAN was turned on, and Sister Ji suddenly felt her head light up. When she reacted, she was shocked to find that the gray skill on the player panel, the 'Network Implantation' skill, was lit up.

"Damn it, I asked my sister to fight with people online, this sister is the best at it!"

The next moment, Sister Ji's tentacles branched out and inserted ten plugs into the interface one by one.

‘This move suddenly feels so offensive.’

The sensory signals turned into countless numbers, flowing in the digital space. Sister Ji felt like she was being hugged tightly by one tough man after another, and then let go.

Feeling good and bad at the same time

This made Sister Ji, the senior sister of the Butter District, extremely intolerable. She really wanted to say, "You guys can go together, I'm in a hurry."

After all, a local area network is not like cyberspace, which can suddenly immerse you in a sea of ​​pseudo-sensory signals.

After intermittent 'digital dialing', Sister Ji finally gathered enough pseudo-sensory signals, her eyes darkened, and when the light came on again, she logged into the 'Red Dream Club' again.

It’s just that this ‘Red Dream Club’ is a local area network.

"Hey, it's no different from reality."

Sister Ji in reality is near the bar, while Sister Ji in the LAN is on the second underground floor, in the famous open room area, with various pink exercise rooms, which contain various professional exercise tools.

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"Is this hinting at something, sister?"

The next moment, a figure appeared on the ground, a capsule man in reality.

"Open the monster, open the monster!"

In the LAN, Sister Ji felt that she had unlimited energy and unlimited use of her ultimate moves.

The next moment, as if Sadako was opening up, countless implanted threads spurted out, and soon, battle records were displayed one after another.

[You killed the hallucination clone of ‘Capsule Man’ Shinji, experience 30]

[You killed the hallucination clone of the ‘Capsule Man’ Mi Toma, experience 30]

[You killed the hallucination clone of ‘Capsule Man’ Allen, experience 30]

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"Hallucination clone?"

Hallucination clone: ​​In the colorful virtual world, every time the capsule person is touched, every time he is addicted, and every time the resonance of nerve signals resonates, a hallucination clone will be produced.

Note: The difference between reality and virtuality is the difference between darkness and light. The real world will last forever!