'High-End' Negotiations

"Plan?"

Dou and his chief scientist exchanged glances, both showing some interest in the plan.

In corporate warfare, companies are adversaries, but there is little conflict between companies and military groups. The reason is simple: military groups rarely have their own technological roadmaps.

Especially for rising stars like Dugo Technologies, who have considerable strength and a good reputation, they are more likely to be favored by companies.

This is why Director Du can easily obtain the contact information of most of the top executives of emerging companies.

The senior engineer stepped forward again, his attitude sincere:

"My plan is this: we will take over the maintenance of the artificial data handled by the neural editing group, and then we will deal with Venus Life Sciences."

After a brief moment of stunned silence, Dou's expression turned hostile:

"What do you mean by that?"

"The literal meaning."

The senior engineer took a step forward, moving so fast it seemed as if he had shattered space itself. His other hand flashed out from under his ribs, grabbed the other man's neck, and lifted him up. The intense lack of oxygen made the man's face turn red.

"Boss Dou, what do you think of my idea?" the senior engineer said with a smile, tilting his head.

The chief scientist beside him changed his expression and loudly questioned, "The 'Bio-Brain Machine' is the enemy of all of us! How can we not join forces to fight it, but instead turn on each other!"

"Isn't it precisely because you think this way that I was able to meet you both?"

This action not only stunned the two men, but also the three people who came with the senior engineer.

"So fierce, huh? We working people don't start out like this when we're demanding our wages," the black python muttered.

As for the scorpion, it began to doubt whether working for the other party was a wise choice.

Although Dou's face was flushed red, his eyes flashed with a cold and savage light as he struggled to speak:

You will regret what you did!

The next moment, the senior engineer loosened his grip, and the boy's body vanished like smoke.

"I expected this."

The senior engineer muttered to himself, "How could a super entrepreneur from a cyber testing ground not have a few tricks up his sleeve to escape?"

This technique should be called "human information transmission," a kind of ability similar to teleportation.

The surrounding environment immediately turned dark, as if countless angry shouts were ringing out.

"Tsk tsk, environmental interference, huh?"

However, a large "prey marker" clearly indicated the other party's location: three underground levels below his current position, and it was moving rapidly.

The senior engineer turned around, grabbed the chief scientist next to him, and said with a smile, "Do me a favor and give me directions."

"Assassination will not solve any problems. At most, you can only take down one of the boss's clones," the mainframe said unwillingly. "We don't have a direct conflict of interest; we have a common enemy."

"It's okay, we'll become mutual friends soon."

The senior engineer's foot suddenly changed shape, becoming several times larger, with tendons and bones forming regular spirals. This was the thigh of a B-level radiated beast, the Earth-Shaking Rhinoceros.

"Black Python!"

"What can I do for you, boss?"

Hold your wife tight.

"Okay!"

The senior engineer didn't answer. He stomped his foot down hard, and the next moment, dense spiderweb-like patterns began to spread wildly from the center of his foot. Three seconds later, the entire floor collapsed.

The senior engineer grabbed the mainframe computer and fell directly down.

Before they even landed, a buzzing sound that could shatter eardrums rang out, and what was visible to the naked eye was an endless swarm of mechanical bees.

Every enterprise participating in the war will produce a large number of modified soldiers, with the number of these soldiers in the millions. On the floor where the senior engineer is located, there are at least 100,000 "Mechanical Bees", level 30 mechanical modified soldiers.

"Stop now, and I can still try to persuade you. We're not enemies!" the mainframe shouted.

If his own boss can run away, he can't, so whether the other party succeeds or fails, he will definitely not get the better end of the deal.

"Hehe."

The senior engineer ignored the other party, rubbed his fingers together, and a ball of awe-inspiring and terrifying golden light appeared. With a sudden squeeze of his palm, the night turned into day, and the imperial light shocked some machines. Wherever it passed, the mechanical bees fell down as if they had crashed, and the ground was filled with the sound of heavy objects falling.

When the senior engineer tried to repeat his trick and stomp the ground again, an unexpected incident occurred. The ground seemed to turn into soft clay, and half of his calf sank in. The Earth-Shaking Rhino's signature skill was completely ineffective.

"Boss, I have to give you a friendly reminder: a large number of real-world parameters have been modified."

Poison Scorpion was held in the arms of Black Python. On the lens of her glasses, a large amount of data was refreshed, and virtual machines began to take shape. The computing power was so strong that it made her face turn pale.

"The cyberspace you described, that state of being a reality, it has appeared!"

The senior engineer pulled out his foot. In the prey mark, the opponent's body was clearly on the next floor, but that mere floor seemed to have become a huge chasm.

On one side are numbers, on the other is reality.

After he activated his virtual vision, he could clearly see that what was under his feet was no longer the floor, but a thick white fog.

Wherever the fog passed, all flesh and blood disappeared except for the mechanical skeleton.

This is probably why all physical attacks disappeared and were transformed into sensory signals.

Amidst the mist, marble pillars rose from the ground, each adorned with hundreds of faces.

As soon as the face appeared, the fog thickened again, completely obscuring the view.

"Tsk tsk, this concentration is five times that of a typical enterprise-level firewall," the senior engineer muttered to himself, not at all surprised.

Every corporate war produces its own "version's chosen one," and this year's "version's chosen one" is undoubtedly "Cyber Network Enterprises."

With a flick of his wrist, the engineer conjured the Desert Eagle, and the bullet that was the "Original Code Killer" accurately struck a human face.

A trickle of blood flowed down the person's face and forehead.

In reality, a white-collar worker who had been transformed shuddered and collapsed to the ground, with white smoke emanating from the mechanical brain at the back of his head.

Then, the face slowly receded, and another unfamiliar face squeezed out from the pillar.

"So, if I want to break through this virtual space, I have to eliminate all the 'mechanical brain' users?"

The senior engineer muttered to himself.

"Goodness, he truly is a young genius. He's figured out an operation that the future Mother City strictly forbids so quickly."

Once the "Electronic Brain Project" is completed, everyone's consciousness will be uploaded to cyberspace, which means that everyone's consciousness is connected.

In other words, your consciousness may not be yours, and your life may not be yours either.

"Boss, I now truly believe that following you was a mistake."

The scorpion jumped off her husband and sighed.

"I need to make this clear: if you don't cure my daughter's illness afterward, my husband and I will definitely turn around and leave."

"Of course," the senior engineer chuckled, not minding the other party's attitude at all.

"Next, I'll need your help to crack this virtual space."

The scorpion rolled its eyes, but did not refuse. Soon, one after another, ferocious-looking electronic scorpions fell from its body and crawled in all directions. Its pincers would occasionally pierce the void, pinch out codes, and then burn them.

Upon witnessing this strange phenomenon, the black python's eyes widened.

"Impressive, right? This thing is called a Widow Scorpion. Every time you get bitten by a Widow Scorpion, your reproductive system modification rate decreases by a little. And once your reproductive system data reaches zero, guess what will happen?"

The black python swallowed hard, looked at its crotch, and said with difficulty:

"We can't possibly reset even this, can we?"

"You guessed right."

As the number of scorpions increased, the mist began to surge, as if stimulated. The mosaic and marble pillars flickered alternately, eventually freezing into countless streams of light. Each stream of light was like a frozen meteor. Countless streams of light intertwined and distributed, forming a brilliant yet stagnant scene. Electric currents formed synapses, illuminating the dazzling streams of light.

"Someone once said that the human brain is a galaxy, with brain regions as star regions, neural lines as cantilever arms, and the places where synapses connect as planets. Neural currents give birth to life, and the galactic center shines with wisdom, as well as black holes."