Su Xiao guessed that Ichijo Daisho was definitely a member of Trauma Team.
The only thing he didn't know was whether it was the highest level, "Platinum," or the next level down, "Gold."
There was no way he could be the lowest-level ordinary member, right?
Of course.
The Blocker Chip wasn't omnipotent, either.
First of all, Blocker Chips themselves came in many different models.
The newest models worked best, but their prices were ridiculously high.
Second, where there was a spear, there would be a shield.
If the person implanted with a Blocker Chip had sufficiently advanced hacking skills and powerful enough hacking cyberware implanted in their body,
they could also counter the Blocker Chip.
Rendering it useless.
Of course, Ichijo Daisho wasn't that kind of skilled hacker.
After the Blocker Chip was implanted in his body, he couldn't move at all. He couldn't even move a single finger, no matter how hard he tried.
At the same time, he could clearly sense that the signals sent by the biological chip implanted inside his body were constantly returning errors.
Realizing that he truly was in a desperate situation, Ichijo Daisho's expression finally turned extremely ugly.
"You... what exactly do you want? What are you after? Money... money?"
Ichijo Daisho swallowed with difficulty, glanced at the expressionless Su Xiao, and continued through gritted teeth: "You're a mercenary, right? Mercenaries do this for only one reason: money
So tell me, how much do you want to let me live?"
Su Xiao squatted down in front of Ichijo Daisho.
He tapped Ichijo Daisho's face with the scabbard.
"You shouldn't be asking me that question. You should be asking yourself. How much do you think your life is worth?"
Ichijo Daisho tentatively glanced at Su Xiao and named a figure: "Ten... ten thousand?"
"Then