Spider Holy Seal

The meeting room was quiet, except for the boss smoking and the injured man grimacing.

However, those who can bar their teeth here are all still alive, such as Thumb Killer Dorn, Mechanic Naga, and Super Soldier Roger. It is worth mentioning that the newly formed Captain Roger has a fresh body.

Among the negotiating members of the powerful gang, this was the only one who "died," but as everyone knows, this person had countless physical bodies; he died, but he wasn't completely gone.

As for the Steel Claw Gang, there weren't many injured, for a simple reason: all the other high-ranking members were dead.

The little angel of battle slashed one kid at a time.

Therefore, the third-generation Steel Claw's face was as gloomy as water.

This was undoubtedly a blow to his ambitious nature.

However, there were also people who were out of place with the atmosphere. A certain pirate was squatting on the sofa, engrossed in reading a pornographic novel, occasionally clicking his tongue and marveling at the richness and variety of the plot, without any intention of taking the blame.

Hong Bing hesitated for a moment, then fired the first shot. "Kid, I was only gone for a short while, and several important prisoners were snatched away. Don't tell me this has nothing to do with you!"

Pirate G rolled his eyes, held out his palm, and started counting on his fingers. "Let me do the math for you. I beat the guy, I controlled the place, but the system got hacked, the surveillance malfunctioned, and your support was inadequate."

"Even someone as skilled as me, G, who can carry the whole game, can only be surrounded by terrible teammates. What can I do?"

Both the jungle wolf and the alien Bai turned pale, but unusually, they did not refute.

"But I heard that you single-handedly crippled all the mechanical claws I helped. Aren't you giving the attackers a backdoor?" a high-ranking official couldn't help but rebuke.

The arrogant and domineering pirate G barely bothered to talk to the incompetent teammates in the powerful gang, but he completely disregarded everyone else.

He crossed his legs, rolled his eyes, and shrugged his shoulders.

"Yeah, so you want to hit me?"

The higher-ups were furious, but the next moment, a terrifying force suddenly came from the ground, causing his legs to buckle and him to sit down hard on his buttocks. His anus and the chair exploded at the same time, crashing to the ground with a 'bang'. His face turned purplish-red, and it was unclear whether he had defecated.

The third-generation Steel Claw slowly raised his head. On his right cheek, there was a knife scar left by a certain girl, surrounded by dense cracks.

Although it looks terrifying, the fact that its body wasn't destroyed by the Honkai energy after taking such a hit shows how incredibly strong it is.

Incidentally, while taking that slash, the third-generation Steel Claw also smashed Xiao Yu's carbon atom reactor with a single punch.

Xiao Yu, adhering to the principle that "if it's the boss's stuff, might as well make it," resolutely traded one for one with the other party.

The third-generation Steel Claw slowly raised its head, its eyes blazing with ferocity. The pirated G felt its hair stand on end when it was stared at by the other party's gaze!

The scene before him seemed to vanish, replaced by all sorts of advanced mechanical weapons—those that flew in the sky, crawled on the ground, and swam in the sea—all pointing their guns coldly at him.

However, the pirated G was not angry but delighted. "Good thing they came! That short, flat-chested girl can take on a whole group by herself, so there's no reason why I can't!"

Centered on the pirated G, terrifying gravity rapidly built up. In the arsenal, the eyes of the military aircraft glowed red, and not just one military aircraft, but three military aircraft activated simultaneously.

"Hehe, why take a child's words so seriously?"

Old Pawa chuckled, stretched out his two hands and clapped them in the air. The next moment, both the military aircraft and the corporate will vanished into thin air.

However, it is worth noting that one of Old Power's hands is intact, while the surface of his other hand is charred and covered with cracks, almost exactly the same as the right cheek of the third generation Steel Claw.

Many onlookers seemed to realize that while these two peak performers of the city were not seriously injured as the media claimed, they were certainly not in an easy state either.

Minor injuries and localized permanent damage are completely different things.

Old Pawa glanced around, his gaze lingering on a hooded woman in the corner, before he suddenly revealed a lewd smile.

"No, no, it's just a minor setback. Don't take it to heart. We suffered considerable losses, but did the other side suffer any less?"

"The girl's mechanical body was severely damaged, and it's simply impossible to obtain a similar mechanical body in a short period of time."

"The old-style androids, Lady Red Dream, and even the headquarters members injured by Master Mecha—how much fighting force does the enemy have left?"

"The Steel Claw's mechanical claw army is being produced in droves. Our Mighty Gang is unharmed. As for the Deep Web Weavers, cough cough, we express our deepest condolences for the sacrifice of the Ninth Lady."

"As for the members of the four major families who were captured, let alone the fact that we've already extracted the encrypted files from their brains, even if they were rescued, so what?"

Old Pawa gave a strange smile, snapped his fingers, and the next moment, three figures floated up from the table.

"The virtual personalities of Clan Chief Miyamoto, Clan Chief Black Hawk, and Clan Chief Xiao, plus Clan Chief Kobayashi who has joined us, can replace their original identities at any time if we want."

"Roger, how long does it take to create a cloned body?"

"It doesn't need to be three days. If it's a clone with a lifespan of less than six months, one day is enough."

Old Pawa shrugged. "See, the problem is solved."

"What we really need to confirm is which faction this suddenly appearing girl, the special mercenary group that has interfered in the situation in the Demi-human Continent, and the Red Dream Lady and the veteran android who interfered with us along the way, are employed by."

"The enemy's identity has been confirmed."

As Old Pawa spoke, the voice of artificial intelligence rang out, and photos appeared one after another, with various arrows marking their relationships. At the center of these photos was a lazy young man sitting in a dilapidated shop, yawning.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee—"

The pirated G-boy Kong Meng's eyes widened.

"Those melancholic eyes, that stubble, that imposing aura, that nonchalant yet commanding presence—isn't that me?!"

The Fairy Tree Romance

Many people looked at this powerful new member of the gang in astonishment. Was this the mastermind behind it all?

"Oh, didn't I tell you?" Old Pawa said without changing his expression, "He's your brother, the biological kind. Later, he beat you so badly that you lost your memory in order to seize the family property. I was the one who took you in."

The pirated G's expression changed, and he suddenly realized, "So I'm actually a scion of a wealthy family! No wonder I've always wondered where my aristocratic aura came from! I see!"

Among those present, some had twitching lips, some had twitching eyes, and Dorn couldn't help but complain, but Naga pressed a finger against his face.

"An unexpected yet reasonable opponent," Old Pava coughed and said, "If I remember correctly, this guy also has a super hacker friend, so what happened in Cyberspace makes sense."

With the help of the corporate giant, it wasn't long before all of the senior engineer's information was in everyone's hands.

"Where does a prosthetic doctor get so much energy?" A senior executive frowned as he flipped through the documents.

"Wait a minute," a senior executive suddenly remembered something, pulled out a photo from the classified documents, and showed it to him.

The photo was taken by someone who didn't know. The scene is in the Iron Sand Desert. It shows a man and a woman. The woman is sitting on the hovering platform of the spaceship, and the man is standing behind her, giving her a shoulder massage in a flirtatious manner.

"It's her!"

The third-generation Steel Claw's expression darkened.

A city that never sleeps cannot have two corporate giants.

Similarly, it is impossible for two military blocs to exist on a single continental plate.

Dugo Technologies, which emerged from the iron sand desert, is advancing at an extraordinary speed.

By collaborating with Mas, emerging as a dark horse in bidding conferences, securing military orders everywhere, acquiring upstream and downstream supply chains, and even constantly launching small-scale wars, they have earned more orders.

This ambitious attitude is nothing like that of a newcomer.

Living on the same continent as such colleagues, one can imagine the pressure one feels.

The leader of this emerging military group is none other than this mysterious woman— Du Zhaodi.

"This is that woman's lover? I see!"

The third-generation Steel Claw immediately understood why this ordinary prosthetic doctor had so many resources.

Old Pawa opened his mouth, but he always felt that the other party's ideas might be somewhat different from reality.

This man is the truly terrifying mastermind, the one standing behind that woman.

The man standing behind a woman and her lover seem to mean the same thing.

Does this even need explaining?

Old Pawa rarely showed a conflicted expression.

The Deep Web Weaver, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke.

"In other words, what we can be certain of at present is that this man is still in the City That Never Sleeps."

"Based on his recent trading record, he acquired the bankrupt Life Industries, and those seriously injured are most likely to be hiding in these locations."

The company's AI system marked several locations, one of which was the human testing center where the senior engineer worked.

"The death of the Ninth Spider Woman is not the end, but another beginning. The Webweavers will not forget anything!"

The representative of the Deep Web Weavers said this in a somber tone, and then vanished into thin air.

After everyone else had left, the third generation Steel Claw suddenly said, "I can sense that this spider's computing power has subtly increased."

Old Pava stroked his chin. "And her anger exceeded my expectations. Of the nine spider women of the Deep Web Weavers, six rose to power by devouring their own kind. How could they be so furious about the death of one of them?"

"That's not important," the third-generation Steel Claw said, pulling out a cigar and putting it in his mouth as he looked down from the hundred-story building. "Want to test the waters?"

"Then let's test the waters," Old Pava smiled, his eyes narrowing. "A one-on-one duel between experts isn't the way corporate warfare works."

In the brain

Aidolu and Ahong were squatting in the corner of this white space, sweating profusely, their sweat dripping down and turning into data streams.

At that moment, Ah Hong was holding a fan and fanning the girl.

"Hey, it's time for you to fan me!"

"Bullshit, there are still ten minutes left in the daytime."

"You promised to switch every half hour, and you broke your promise!" Ah Hong was furious.

However, under the strong suppression of this former teen idol, Ahong finally backed down and obediently fanned the other party, complaining as he did so.

"Hey, what did you ask my senior sister to do? How come she's been beaten back to her original form?"

In the center of this brain, a giant firebird, as big as a football field, was suspended in mid-air, seemingly in a semi-dormant state. Its huge wings would flap down from time to time, and terrifying data flames were born.

"It suffered considerable damage and is currently undergoing logical restructuring," the senior engineer said, arms crossed and brows furrowed. "Strange, could it really be like what the news said, that it was DeepWeb that did it? This coding style doesn't seem like it."

"Never mind, we'll find out once we wake her up."

The prosthetic doctor's two traits, "gene editing" and "energy infusion," and the cyber traitor's three traits, "top-level programming," "punk spirit," and "specialized modifier," all five traits are lit up.

With the support of these five features, senior engineers can handle code beyond their current level.

Space began to distort, data was frantically generated and regenerated, and a meteor shower fell around the firebird. Each "meteor" was a piece of "human code".

Soon, the firebird gradually disappeared, leaving only the bird of paradise's body suspended in mid-air, various codes seeping from its skin and reforming into clothing.

"Hey, how do you know my senior sister's precise anatomy data! This isn't something you can just tell at a glance like bust, waist, and hip measurements."

Ah Hong couldn't help but shout angrily.

"That's terrifying, that old lecher."

Aido, her face pale, leaned closer to Ahong. Did such a man, who could be so easily captivated at a glance, really exist?

The senior engineer glanced at the other person sideways, "It's not about how high the mountain is, or how deep the water is, what do you know!"

Soon, the molten bird opened its eyes. Its data-based body remained unchanged, except that a black spider mark had appeared on its iconic bird-shaped scar.

"Has the mother city made its move?"

Bird of Paradise nodded and went straight to the point. "The Deep Web Weavers are attempting to resurrect an ancient evil god."

"Ha?"

Another encrypted network node

The previous messenger reappeared and entered a massive spider temple.

Inside the temple were statues of spider goddesses, connected by data cables. The nine main statues in the center were entirely made of network cables, with a large amount of virtual data surging and bubbling within them.

Mr. Patchwork, Nightmare, and the upper echelons of the Deep Web Weavers of the Holy City Organization all stood around the idol.

Of the nine statues, eight have heads.

Only one of them had its head missing.

The messenger lifted his hood, revealing an old face that the senior engineer recognized very well—it was the old woman who sold memory chips in the Santo Domingo district.

This old woman also has another identity: the former leader of the Deep Web Weavers, Old Spider.

Mr. Piece was covered in cracks and looked to be in very bad shape, but he still spoke in a nonchalant tone.

"We agreed that we would just take action, but you insisted on interfering. And to make matters worse, you launched a sneak attack. Now look what happened; you've tried to steal a chicken but lost your rice instead. The Spider Seal has been stolen. Let's see how you're going to resurrect the Spider Goddess."

The old woman stared at the enormous, barely visible black shadow in the very center of the nine statues, and said in a more serious tone:

"The Holy Seal must be retrieved—at all costs!"