High-Tech Spirit Possession
Players have been online for over half a month, and Cyberworld is another classic example of a hellish start. Very few players want to go it alone, or rather, very few are capable of going it alone.
Each player has their own fixed team.
And Sister Ji's task group only recruits elites.
The influence of elites, or rather, high-level gamers, is extremely strong.
Soon, a large group of 100 people was created.
Watching the chattering, posting, arguing, discussing politics, and engaging in lewd content among the little gamers, I, who love Baozi, rubbed my temples, feeling a slight headache.
First, they gave a free ban to three types of outstanding talents: those who engage in online sparring, political commentary, and pornography.
Then, we arranged for several familiar faces to be group administrators.
Baozi hurriedly went out the door; he was going to have a meeting with the twenty squad leaders in the game.
Although the boss didn't say it explicitly, Baozi could tell that he was going to take action against the welfare program.
The Welfare Gang is a huge gang spanning 10 city blocks. It has dozens of level 10 gang leaders and a dozen or so level 20 Double Flower Red Sticks, not to mention hundreds of gang members. He needs to figure out their exact distribution.
At this point, it's time to play the double agent game.
Soon, the punk-style trio appeared: Red Flower Fairy, Airplane, and I Am a Muscle Man. All three sported 3D tattoos, studded leather jackets, and electronic mohawks. Airplane even had a red headscarf with a crooked fighter jet drawn on it.
Upon seeing the three people's attire, Baozi immediately gave them a look that suggested they were "old people, on the subway, or using cell phones." However, remembering the mission, he took a deep breath and went to meet them.
"What? Playing the undercover game, doing double agents? Great!" The plane's eyes lit up.
"A large-scale quest chain... could this quest be about cracking down on prostitution and organized crime?" Red Flower Fairy pondered.
Compared to the first two silly guys, the seemingly brainless muscle-bound brute actually thinks a lot more.
"If the mission fails, that's one thing, but if it succeeds, will the Welfare Guild collapse? If the Welfare Guild is gone, we'll be without a faction, and our class and skill levels won't drop, will they?"
Not every player is a troublemaker; many serious players prefer to level up and fight monsters in a step-by-step manner.
They are actually unwilling to do things that would destroy their own camp.
Baozi understood the other party's thoughts. In fact, he was also this type of player, so he had prepared his words on the way here.
"Muscle King, did you see the reward for the quest, 'A Clue to the Hunter Faction'?"
"Hunter faction?" A picture immediately popped into my mind: myself wearing animal skins and holding a spear.
This is so low-class, I'd rather be a gangster!
Baozi saw through the other person's thoughts and rolled her eyes. "I'm just asking if you want to pilot a mecha?"
"Hmm, what do you mean?"
Baozi didn't say anything, but instead sent a private message with a link. I clicked on it and saw that it was a post by "Gao Da," who was second only to Sister Ji in terms of slut status on the forum.
This guy has a bald head, and he spends his days either piloting mechs or playing with little girls. His envious friends are drooling with envy.
Why do we have a hellish start while you have a perfect start?
But this guy is also cunning; no matter how many photos he takes, he won't tell you where he's playing.
"Did you see that?"
"The latest Cheetah 5 is pretty cool. It has a powerful new propulsion system. Is it an assault-type mech?"
The reason why players can tolerate "Golden Da's" Versailles-like remarks is that after each Versailles event, this bald guy would seriously analyze the performance of the mechs. Simply put, it's actually a technical post.
Players can argue for hundreds of rounds about which of the War Bear, Cheetah, and Berserker mechs is the strongest.
"Look below."
Below is a photo of G. Dahl.
"A photo with my hunter mentor"
Next to the bald man was a cool and handsome man, whose entire body was covered in a green suit of armor. There were at least eight knife grooves on his body, and one could vaguely see biological knives hidden in his skin.
Below is a series of comments.
"Holy crap, it's Uncle Red Knife!"
"What 'Red Knife Uncle'? He's clearly a Three-Sword Style user!"
"I'm okay with this NPC. I strongly request that the anti-pervert system in the game be removed. I'm doing this voluntarily!"
"Did anyone notice this NPC's profession? It looks pretty cool!"
"I'm a Muscle Man" looked up in shock. "You mean, the Hunter faction in this quest chain is actually the Gundam mech faction!?"
Baozi said confidently, "That's right. According to my analysis, the ultimate goal of this quest chain is to get players who complete the quest chain to join a high-level hidden faction. I even suspect that our boss is an important figure in that faction."
I, the muscle-bound tyrant, was convinced, not by Baozi's eloquent words, but by the possibility of piloting a mecha.
Even if we can't do anything erotic, we absolutely have to pilot the mechs!
The three traitors immediately took action. Within three days, they needed to find out the distribution of the Welfare Gang members, especially the location of the Double Flower Red Sticks. These types of NPCs obviously needed to be dealt with through a righteous gang fight.
Just as the players were plotting how to cause trouble, Gao Gong casually appeared on the neighboring Red Leaf Street. Red Leaf Street has now become the headquarters of the Welfare Gang, and Welfare Gang's exclusive henchmen can often be seen loitering on the street.
Today, the Fuli Gang is no longer just a local gang on Fuqing Island. A large number of peripheral members have been absorbed, and its current number has exceeded four figures.
The senior engineer saw many familiar modifications: heavy artillery modifications, electromechanical malfunctions, ballistic adjustment modules, and titanium plating.
It's not particularly mature, but it's usable enough.
Tsk, the hunter always gets the hunted; has someone managed to decipher my technological blueprints?
They arrived at a very luxurious restaurant, where two henchmen blocked the engineer's path.
The senior engineer smiled, a fleeting glimpse of data fluctuations in his eyes. The next moment, his two henchmen stepped aside to make way for him.
Gao Jin walked in leisurely. There weren't many people in the restaurant. There was Gao Jin, three double-flower red sticks, and a girl dressed in a very Japanese style. She wore a kimono with cherry blossom patterns, had long hair, pale skin, a cold temperament, and most importantly, a pair of mechanical fingers protruding from her long sleeves.
The reason it's called "points" instead of "fingers" is because below the wrist, there's no normal palm; instead, there are five mechanical fingers nearly half a meter long, each with more than a dozen joints, sliding like flexible tentacles—it's quite terrifying.
When Gao Jin saw the engineer approaching, a hint of surprise and apprehension flashed in his eyes. The female prosthetic doctor stared intently at Gao Jin, making him feel as if he were being stared at by a dead man.
"Gao Sang."
"Miss Cherry Blossom"
Seeing the two men locked in a fierce battle of wits, Gao Jin laughed and quickly tried to smooth things over.
"Master, you've arrived. This is Miss Sakura, our welfare group's new prosthetic consultant. Like you, she's a professional."
"Professionals? If they're so professional, how come they haven't solved the problem of these shady touts?"
Sakura-san's expression turned cold, and she said, "Then we'll have to see what Taka-san can do."
Gao Jin waved his hand, and soon a corpse was carried over.
"This is a member of the evil gang that we finally managed to capture. We didn't kill him, but strangely, his consciousness dissipated on its own. Miss Sakura examined him and it seems that his brain structure has been modified."
The senior engineer looked at the corpse. There were many stitches on the body, but no signs of implanted prosthetics. The skin surface was covered with a lot of strange tattoos, gears, pipes, idols, steam engines, all messy.
A glint of mist flashed in the engineer's eyes, and a large amount of mist emerged from inside the corpse, piecing together the shape of the body in front of it, while the tattoos began to rapidly recombine.
A golden triangle, burning with flames, appeared before the senior engineer's eyes.
In the center of the triangle was a strange eyeball, filled with countless pupils, each one piercing through the mist and staring at the senior engineer.
A chilling feeling suddenly arose.
Before most of the eyes could turn around, the senior engineer immediately shut down the Eye of Truth.
He knew who the other party came from.
The Eye of Peeping: the collection of all the probes (surveillance devices) on this planet.
He was nicknamed "High-Tech Sharingan".
Another big data monster, and one on par with the Mother of Data.
But how could a low-level gang member get involved with a monster of this level?
Seeing the strange look on Gao Gong's face, Gao Jin couldn't help but ask, "Master, have you found out anything?"
The senior engineer didn't reply, but instead checked the attributes of the corpse.
Name: Evil Buddy Gang No. 13
Occupation: Brain Modifier
Health: 0/90
Stamina: 0/100
Mechanical energy: 314
Personal Attributes: Strength 5, Agility 6, Stamina 5, Intelligence 7, Perception 13, Character 1
Skills: Basic Firearms Lv5, Basic Melee Lv8, AI Totem (Advanced) Lv5
AI totem?
The senior engineer glanced at the skill's explanation.
AI Totem: Through special data tattoos, an information processing mechanism is created that can attract rudimentary AI to possess you.
Isn't this just a high-tech version of the Divine Strike?
Moreover, this kind of manipulation of artificial intelligence Turing Church!
The Turing Church, the Peeping Eye, and the Evil Touts.
Utopia or evil cult?
The senior engineer felt as if he could vaguely see a net.
"Master, Master."
The senior engineer snapped out of his daze, glanced at the two of them, pondered for a moment, and said, "I've roughly figured out the principle behind this street technique. It's up to you how you want to do it."
Gao Jin's spirits lifted. "What do you mean, sir?"
The senior engineer briefly explained the principle behind the "AI totem".
"If you want me to deduce this technology, or rather, find the restrained product of this street technology, it will take at least 2 to 3 months."
Gao Jin frowned.
"If it's just about making a piece of equipment to protect against 'divine attacks,' that can be done quickly."
"How long will it take?"
"Three days."
Miss Sakura suddenly said, "Takasuke, would you mind if I came to learn from you?"
Looking at Miss Sakura, who looked like a dead person, the senior engineer narrowed his eyes and suddenly smiled, "Sure, of course, no problem."
"Haha, just tell me what materials you need, I'll be waiting for your good news."
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