Start with Mechanical Hunter

In a conference room in the Beehive, hundreds of seats formed a circle, and nearly half of them were filled with holographic projections.

These holographic projections were whispering to each other, with rather irritable expressions.

Suddenly, the door opened, with Gao Gong in front and the host computer behind. As soon as the new face of Gao Gong appeared, it immediately attracted the attention of others.

"Oh, there are so many people coming."

The senior engineer scanned around and found that there were actually 47 online. You must know that although the number of participants in this corporate war is the largest, the number of companies is only just over a hundred.

Taking into account the number of companies that have already been eliminated in the early stage, 47 companies are already half of the number.

This is naturally not because of how well-connected ‘Kabuto’ is, but simply because the ‘biochemical brain computer’ technical route is too powerful and too buggy.

And being too powerful means being too dangerous.

Especially for brain-computer developers who take the mechanical route, if they cannot suppress it in the first wave, once it spreads, it will be like a virus, pervasive.

"Who are you, Kabuto?"

The host computer eagerly pulled up a chair, helped the senior engineer sit down, and then said with a serious face: "This person is the new president of our neuroediting group. You can call him Mr. G."

"As for the previous 'Kabuto', he has already stepped down to make way for someone more worthy."

As soon as these words came out, new president, president, and resignation, everyone immediately understood that Kabuto was out.

But no one cares about the life and death of the boss of a new company. The only thing they care about is the biochemical brain computer.

"What's the situation now? Are you sure you can suppress it? No, are you delaying it?"

The person who said this was a guy in a black suit who was fully mechanically modified. The most interesting thing about him was that his facial features were not implanted with bionic skin, but mechanical facial features, and the back of his head was smooth, with a coin-sized jack.

There is no doubt that this is a brain-computer interface, but it is actually round. Is there any mistake?

You must know that in the days when engineers had not traveled back in time, mobile phone chargers only had type-C, and at most Apple and Android could be added. Even the headphone jack almost no longer had round holes. For a brain computer, it was actually round. shaped jack!

Heretic, so heretical! !

The senior engineer didn't speak, and another brain-computer developer asked immediately.

"How many generations has the virus mutated to? What kind of infection does it rely on, what special abilities does it have, and can samples be obtained?"

There is such a big hole in the back of the opponent's head!

"What are the combat capabilities of these transformed people?" asked another brain-computer developer.

This computer jack is only about the size of a toothpick. Unfortunately, I don’t eat noodles or use a sewing machine.

The senior engineer turned his head indifferently.

"What level of executives does Vinos Life Safety Group send?" another person asked.

Triangular brain machine, interesting, but why not quincunx shape.

“How have other bio giants responded to this?”

Three-in-one brain-computer jack, do you need to plug in three data cables? Why not integrate into one? Are you sick?

"What's your response?"

Why do people have the back of their heads? Your brain computer port should be installed on your forehead. Do you want to emit laser light?

"Why do not you speak?"

Damn, you're even more awesome, it's actually a set-top box.

A bunch of people surrounded the senior engineer and bombarded him wildly, but he seemed to be out of his mind. In the end, even the 'host computer' couldn't stand it anymore and coughed twice.

Boss, it’s not that the emperor is not anxious and the eunuchs are, it’s that the fire is about to reach our doorstep, and we are the front line against the enemy.

"Ahem," the senior engineer stood up solemnly, looked around, and his strong gaze made everyone shut up. Then, he said with a cold face:

"Let's put it this way, everyone, the questions you asked are not problems in my opinion!"

The others looked stern. Is this still a hidden transformation master, or has he discovered a fatal flaw in some kind of biological brain-computer technology?

"Because I don't know anything, and I can't figure anything out. I'm a waste!!"

As soon as these domineering words came out, the whole audience was shocked. No one spoke for a long time because they really didn't know what to say.

Finally, under the look of disbelief, the 'fuel port brain machine developer' came back to his senses and said loudly: "Who are you?!"

There was no idiot in the room, and no one would think that the guy who took down the neuroediting group would be a complete idiot. In this testing ground, there is room for madmen to survive, but there is no room for fools.

"Mr. G, executive director of Dugo Group, honorary director of Masfengmang, founder of biochips and mecha technology."

"The ancestor of hunters, the chief hunter of the hunter-killer conference."

"Destroyed the 'Human Completion Project' in the City that Never Sleeps."

"Some big figures in the digital world put a bounty on him in the underground world."

"The female CEO's lover."

The people present were all very capable people, and they quickly found out a series of qualifications of someone, and almost took off his underwear.

The senior engineer coughed dryly: "Except for the last one, the other identities are all nonsense and I will not admit it!"

"The Dugo Group has a lot of business cooperation with our company, but unfortunately we have not cooperated in the corporate war, and now is a good opportunity," a brain-computer developer tried to play the emotional card.

I wipe it! It's you, the 'circular charging hole', oh no, it's the 'circular brain computer hole'. You're a heretic. You're going to blow the whistle on Director Du and ask her to cut off all business dealings with your family. You're such a heretic. People can easily ruin the feng shui of my home!

The senior engineer snorted coldly and didn't even bother to answer.

"Du Hi-tech's military capabilities are catching up with the established military groups. We believe that you will be able to stop this 'biochemical crisis'."

Everyone carries the sedan chair, whether you carry it or not.

"If the 'biochemical brain machine' is allowed to spread, it will not be a good thing even for your group!"

This is the threat school.

"Does your family know how to make nuclear bombs? I can provide a large amount of shaft raw materials."

This is...anti-humanity.

The senior engineer sighed and said: "What you said makes sense, but my say in the company doesn't count. I don't have any power. I'm just a pretty guy who dances after hearing a chicken."

"..." Everyone.

You shameless thing!

"Let's be honest, what kind of price do you have to pay to control this 'biochemical brain machine'?"

Seeing that the senior engineer and his six relatives were pretending to be stupid and stunned, someone finally started talking humanly.

"Hey, it's not that I don't want to help you, but you should also know that most of our military forces are in the northern hemisphere, serving the 'Sacred Brain Group'. We have signed a very strict contract with them, and the boss of the Holy Brain Group has He is such a strong person..."

The senior engineer suddenly transformed into Mrs. Xianglin and started to complain endlessly. She summed it up in three words: I need to pay more!

After a while of hesitation——

"Our group is willing to provide 2 billion sponsorship fees to your group!"

"We offer 3 billion. The requirements are not high, as long as you can control the 'biochemical brain machine' on this continent!"

"We will pay 1.5 billion!"

"We offer 1 billion!"

…

These 4 to 50 companies, with your words and my words, ended up collecting 50 billion in labor costs.

Compared with the super income that the 'Electronic Brain Project' can bring, some losses are still within the acceptable range.

"Actually, I don't care about money, I'm not interested in money at all," Gao Gong said seriously: "Our goal is just to serve the public and create more convenience for the people."

Others had questions on their foreheads, "Brother, you are a military group and an arms dealer. What kind of convenience do you create for the people? Do you want to buy it for zero yuan?"

"But, because we started slowly and had a low starting point, we have never had enough technologies to update and bring an excellent experience to consumers. If there are kind people who can help us in these aspects, there is no doubt that we will succeed." You must be confident that you can save the world and handle this crisis!"

Everyone's expressions changed. They didn't care about asking for money. From the looks of it, he was going to die!