The Tentacle Monster

"Officer, I'm lost. Do you know where my mother went?"

Amidst the constant explosions on the street, a little girl with big eyes and shoulder-length white hair grabbed a security officer holding an implanted machine gun, her eyes brimming with tears, and spoke uneasily.

The little girl was holding a toy bird in her hands, and the bird had a scissor-like tail.

The fierce enforcer glanced down at the other person, his cold gaze softening slightly.

"It's not safe here, let's go somewhere else."

"But, Uncle, I don't know where to go."

"Then you should hide in the car first, be smart, and don't mess with those bad guys in the car."

"Thank you, Uncle. Will you take me there?" The little girl reluctantly held onto the sheriff's hand.

The sheriff glanced around to make sure there was no danger, then sighed, "Well, I guess I'm just unlucky to have run into you today."

"No, Mom said that people who meet Yan Yan are very lucky."

The sheriff shook his head and led the man toward a modified police car.

"Five minutes!"

At the Twin Towers, the mannequin glanced at its watch, and while no one was looking, quickly pressed its earpiece and said something.

"Damn it, who told those monsters to be so troublesome? I was being relentlessly attacked by two level 20 hackers, and they actually released virus dogs to attack me!" the hacker roared.

"I can get there in time," the debt collector, also known as Black Ice No. 2, replied.

"Hehehe, don't count on the mortars. The scent of those bio-prostitutes is enough to seduce cyber psychopaths. Mortars are out of the question. Oh right, I just skinned two people. I sent you the photos. Remember to look at them."

"Where's the swallow?"

"Communications down. That middle-aged woman playing the role of a little girl is probably up to some smutty stuff again," the igniter laughed. "The fresh flesh attracts her, but what attracts me is only the aroma of roasted meat! Ah, what a wonderful Maillard reaction!"

The dummy in the mountains calmly hung up its headphones. So, of the seven people, only the debt collectors were certain to arrive, while the others, Swallow and the igniter, were uncertain. Compared to the mission, that perverted scissorhands preferred skinning people.

Judging from the current situation, it would be good if the mission to destroy the Twin Towers could reach 30% completion.

After all, it's normal not to complete such a nightmare-level mission; it would be strange to complete it.

Let's do our best.

Following his patrol route, he was now heading to the basement level, the power transmission center of the Twin Towers, where he was to cut off the power to the entire towers.

"In the mountains."

Suddenly, the majestic voice of Yamamoto Hiroshi, the first leader of the Yamazuki Group, echoed in his mind.

At the same time, a holographic projection of a dignified middle-aged man appeared.

"President!" Yamanaka bowed respectfully. Thanks to the chip implanted in the gang, Yamamoto Hiroshi's every move could be seen, including when he was in bed with a woman, as long as he wanted to.

"Come to the 99th floor, I have something to tell you."

"Now?" The mannequin in the mountains looked surprised. "But it's my patrol mission."

"That's not important."

The dummy in the mountain fell silent.

"What, you want to disobey my orders?" Yamamoto Hiroshi's tone was tinged with anger.

From an angle unseen by outsiders, the dummy in the mountains slowly curled its lips and leisurely touched its chin. Soon, the implanted skin was torn off, revealing a face in its thirties, elegant yet melancholic, resembling that of a certain Liu-surnamed superstar.

He stood up defiantly and pressed the button for the basement level of the elevator.

"I'm afraid that's impossible, President."

"As expected, you're number five in the Violent Words family!"

People usually call me Liu Dehua.

"You traitor!"

Liu Dehua calmly replied, "Every organization has betrayers, so why can't that person be me?"

Liu Dehua slowly took out a small knife, carefully inserted it into his chest, and skillfully began to remove the surveillance chip, while Yamamoto Hiroshi's holographic projection immediately became clear.

No one knew that the fifth position in this evil jade family had a deputy position, which was the prosthetic doctor.

"President, I don't know when you found out about my identity, but it shouldn't have been too early, otherwise, my sister-in-law wouldn't have fallen into my hands."

"What did you say!?"

"If you want to ensure your sister-in-law's safety, I personally advise you to withdraw your people first. Otherwise, I can't guarantee what I might do to her, after all, she's so beautiful and has such a great figure."

"Card--"

The surveillance chip, stained with blood, was thrown down, and Yamamoto Hiroshi's holographic image immediately disappeared.

The next moment, the elevator stopped abruptly with a "clunk".

"As expected, the president is ruthless. Luckily, I was prepared and slept with the sister-in-law beforehand, so it's not a complete loss."

Liu Dehua sighed, and the holographic image around him disappeared. His figure reappeared at the corner on the fourth floor.

[Open version virtual projection], a drawing that someone once used.

At this stage, a very small number of players have mastered the methods of gambling for blueprints and crafting equipment.

And the number of players like this will inevitably increase.

"This should buy us about a minute."

Liu Dehua flipped over the railing and sprinted down to the basement. Less than 30 seconds later, footsteps came from downstairs, and a group of men in suits, dressed similarly, rushed up with serious expressions. Each of them was a level 15 gang elite. They drew their guns with one hand and their knives with the other, and the implanted knives flew more than three feet away with a flick of their wrists.

"The Ryutsu-zumi group, huh?"

Excitement gleamed in Liu Dehua's eyes as he pulled off his suit jacket, revealing his upper body with at least six alterations and a ferocious demon tattoo. If you were a veteran member, you would recognize the blue-faced demon tattoo wielding a saw, which was very similar to the tattoo on their boss's body.

That's not a tattoo, it's a mechanical pattern modification!

On a rooftop, just as he was leisurely admiring his scissor-like hands as he peeled off human skin, he was finally surrounded by a group of people.

"Oh my, what an adorable young man! What's wrong with you? Would you like to play with me?"

Four exceptionally voluptuous geishas blocked the other person's path, their eyes gleaming with admiration upon seeing the other person's clean, youthful face.

Scissorhands slowly turned his head, revealing an extremely delicate face under the artificial moonlight, and licked his lips with his bright red tongue.

"Ugly woman, get out of here."

The geisha's smile gradually turned terrifying, and her body began to deform as well, growing from two meters to three meters tall, and finally into four three-meter-tall muscular monsters with hideous and ferocious appearances, slowly walking towards the 'short-haired girl'.

"Four level 18 bio-witches, this is a bit troublesome," Scissorhands slowly extended his palm. His palm was special; he only had half of each of his five fingers, and the other half was a sharp knife.

"But it's not particularly troublesome."

"Damn, I'm starting to feel like I can't take it anymore!"

Gunshots, explosions, and the strange sounds of electromagnetic weapons being activated.

As agreed, the person who started the fire was responsible for setting fire to the perimeter to attract attention.

He did manage to attract attention, but the problem was, he felt he couldn't escape it either.

Amidst the flames, a hideous, zombie-like figure crawled out, cautiously glancing around. Its empty nose was buried in the corpse, sucking up the corpse oil. Soon, its health began to rise slowly. When it reached halfway, it disappeared into a small alley. Unfortunately, not long after, the roar of an engine sounded.

"Damn it, it's those disgusting bastards again!"

They're called centaurs, but they're actually motorcycle gangs. However, these people's mechanical modifications have merged with their motorcycles, turning them into a kind of horsepower monster.

Sensing the temperature, the igniter advanced instead of retreating, lunging forward and unsurprisingly taking two blows, losing another hundred points of health. At the same time, his hands touched the two members of the A-shaped motorcycle gang.

After they passed each other, green flames suddenly shot out from their bodies.

Creating and spreading fear through flames is the igniter's specialty. However, behind him, two A-shaped riders, like Ghost Riders, stand silently in the darkness, letting the flames burn wildly.

"These are monsters whose minds have been solidified."

The igniter cursed and turned to disappear into the alley. To be honest, he had killed NPCs who were even higher level than the A-Knights before. Those NPCs weren't players; they would be afraid and back down when burned by flames. But these A-Knights were completely unafraid of death.

As the roar of the engine grew closer, the igniter let out a strange laugh, suddenly darted to a location where a petrol bomb was hidden, and detonated it without a word.

The next moment, raging flames shot into the sky once again, blasting away half a street. The dozen or so A-class knights who were chasing him were wiped out in one fell swoop, and the increased health from the upgrade allowed him to climb back from the brink of death once more.

However, this time, he had reached his limit. The igniter smelled the stench of his own corpse oil, and in the dark sky, mechanical eyes were rapidly approaching.

"Hey cuties, see you in three days."

"Goodbye, but who are you saying goodbye to?" the collider probe asked.

In the eyes of the igniter, a super robot covered in red question marks appeared before him.

Horrifying! Breathtakingly terrifying!

The opponent could definitely kill me instantly!

On the top floor of the Twin Towers, two figures descended from the sky.

"At present, the most likely candidate for a secret secret is the legacy of that 'speaker without a chairman'."

As soon as the two emerged from stealth, dozens of ancient versions of mechanical eye agents flew out of the darkness. These mechanical eye agents were only level 15, and most of them had suffixes such as "damaged," "needing repair," or "missing."

A golden light flashed in the senior engineer's eyes, and the next moment, these mechanical eyes seemed to be under control once again, and they dispersed.

"Let me build a model first," Tong said, and once again used neural modeling techniques.

The senior engineer nodded and once again unleashed his imperial might. The next moment, in the darkness to the east, Tong could vaguely hear the sound of the turrets merging.

"It seems the mechanical mainframe of this City of No Sun is really gone," Tong frowned, looking at the person who was constantly using his imperial might to forcibly shut down the weapon systems of these mechanical mainframes.

"Normally these weapon systems are turned off, it seems we've come at a really bad time."

"That's not necessarily true," the senior engineer suddenly said. "Those players, uh, those little guys from the Evil Jade family, wouldn't do something like this for no reason. After all, being crazy is one thing, being stupid is another. Stupid people can't grow to their level."

"You mean, they have someone backing them?" Tong asked, startled.

"Hmm, I just don't know who assigned them the mission," the senior engineer said, leaving something unsaid. This kind of 'nightmare' level mission could not possibly be assigned by an ordinary NPC.

"Nailed it!"

The next moment, a twin tower 100,000 times smaller appeared before our eyes.

"Currently, there are three places with the most stringent defenses: the power plant on the basement level, the councilor's meeting room on the 99th floor, and the conference hall on the 200th floor."

"This is a map showing the distribution of their defensive forces," Tong snapped his fingers, and in an instant, all sorts of figures appeared on each floor of the Twin Towers, numbering no less than ten thousand.

If the Akudama family had a neural modeler like this to help them, their chances of completing the mission would increase by at least half.

"So many gang members, and they're mostly elites," the senior engineer stroked his chin. He didn't think he couldn't complete the task, after all, it was only a difficult+ task, and only a difficult+ task for a level one civilization.

Given the current state of the senior engineer, only "nightmare" level missions would likely make him focus even slightly.

His question was whether he could make good use of the fact that this city was even more Gotham than Gotham itself.

After all, killing people isn't enough to deal with the "Human Perfection Project".

In the cyber proving grounds, only experimentation can defeat experimentation.

What should we create?

For example, the legacy of that speakerless individual?

"What are you thinking about?" Tong saw the other person's mischievous grin and immediately realized that someone might be in trouble, so she asked alertly.

"It's nothing, just getting back to work."

What are you planning to do?

"Of course, we should take the simplest approach: first, control these hundreds of criminal councilors. Once we've read their memories, most of the city's secrets will no longer be secrets."

"Oh, by the way, you probably haven't seen my various transformations yet, so don't get too excited."

The senior engineer stepped onto the railing, tilted his head back, and disappeared into the darkness.

On the neurally modeled twin towers, illusory tentacles, some hundreds or even thousands of meters long, began to appear and began to encircle the entire twin towers.

At the same time, Tong's neural modeling began to become muddy, with a large number of mosaics appearing on the surface. This was a model collapse caused by information overload.

"That's terrifying, that tentacle monster!"

On the 99th floor, a place known as the holy land of the city of crime, it is said that 90% of the city's insider trading and exchanges of interests take place here.

A congressman, cigar in hand, had just completed an arms deal and was opening the window to get some fresh air when his pupils suddenly widened.

A huge tentacle covered the entire glass surface.

He took a step back and blinked sharply.

The tentacles disappeared.