Gluttony

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The senior engineer was heartbroken. The thought of the beastly things his family would do to his younger sister in the original night shift ward made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Although I'm an experienced driver, I never drive to kindergartens, not even junior high—there are no rich women there, only rich kids.

Unfortunately, Gao Yuanyuan was unaware of Gao Gong's thoughts. Instead, she happily dressed up as a nurse and continued to study her new abilities.

The senior engineer glanced at the other party's panel and absorbed two 'advanced information bodies'. Gao Yuanyuan directly rose from level 62 to level 67, a full 5 levels higher.

The upgrade to the third tier is an astronomical figure. It might take a third-tier NPC cosmic warrior several years of painstaking effort to advance to the next tier.

"Brother, look."

Gao Yuanyuan seemed to have discovered a new ability. With a gentle press of her small hand, another door appeared on the wall. She pushed the door open, and behind it was a mountain of 'brain-computer interfaces'.

"So this is what a biochemical brain-computer interface looks like."

The senior engineer picked up a brain-computer interface and examined it closely. A typical brain-computer interface is used to transmit data, so it is somewhat like a USB interface. However, this "biochemical brain-computer interface" felt like an "esophagus".

"The version 0 biological computer, let me think, is indeed ready to enter the first stage of 'Gluttony'."

The so-called "gluttony" refers to modifying one's "biochemical structure," upgrading one's hardware, and ultimately enhancing one's system capabilities by consuming high-level carbon-based species.

This is a capability that an "electronic computer" could not possess.

If the Venus Life Security Group continues to develop in this way, once the opponent reaches version 0, or even version 0, then in terms of computing power, it will be no worse than a planetary mainframe.

Gao Yuanyuan, unaware of what the engineer was thinking, continued enthusiastically:

"Brother, I've discovered that besides performing excision surgery, I can also put them back in."

"Can it be put back into the same person, or can it be put into different people?"

"I don't know about that. I'll only know after the 'Dean's' abilities are developed again. The 'Dean' needs to grow further."

Stop growing, it's already abnormal enough.

Looking at that face that looked exactly like his own, the senior engineer had countless complaints he wanted to vent.

"Hehe, brother, I used your human information to reshape the dean, so after 'Dean Gao' grows further, perhaps you can also control him."

"We'll talk about that later," he said, glancing at the time. There were still ten minutes left in an hour, and his biological senses were already fading.

"If you went all out right now, how many people could you perform 'resection surgery' on at the same time?"

Gao Yuanyuan sensed it for a moment and said, "If I fully open the 'operating room,' I can probably perform 10,000 surgeries at the same time."

"Ten thousand people," the senior engineer muttered to himself, "That's enough."

How can I cooperate with my brother?

"You did this..."

Three minutes later, the illusion of the "Night Shift Ward" slowly faded, and the engineer's mechanical body reappeared in Jinfang Hospital, holding a prescription for treating testicular pain.

"Boss, were the hallucinations we had earlier real?" the mainframe asked, still completely bewildered. The strange doctors and nurses, the bizarre maze, and all those strange people—he had no idea whether they were real or not.

The senior engineer looked up at the sky, seemingly lost in thought, and then suddenly said, "Let me take you home first."

"Um?"

In the eyes of the mainframe, purple light covered his field of vision.

When he came to his senses, he landed right on a table, staring wide-eyed at the black python couple who were eating.

"Why are you back so soon?"

"I—I don't know either."

Outside the radiation layer, at least thirty military satellites simultaneously detected this scene, and the same question mark appeared on the faces of all intelligence analysts.

"What happened? The target has disappeared?"

"No, it didn't disappear. We saw the target in Hive City."

"That's impossible. It's a full 2,000 km from the City of the Dead to the Hive City."

"A military space technology?"

"Or is it a cloned form?"

"Report to the superior! Report to the superior immediately!"

Then, holographic projections of corporate executives appeared in front of the monitoring device.

Furthermore, the members of the "Foundation" took the initiative to form a small group to share information with each other.

They knew more, so even though they didn't know what the other party was up to, they understood one thing.

Mr. G from the Dugo Group is about to make his move!

What do you think your chances of winning are?

"To be honest, I don't think we have a chance of winning. No matter how strong our military is, how can we eliminate the virus?"

"Then why did you agree to their request that your company's money just fell from the sky?" an executive asked in surprise.

"There's no other way. The pharmaceutical section is right next to ours, and things like 'biochemical viruses' are 100% effective against our technology. We're just trying anything."

"You're quite open-minded."

"It's no use being so pessimistic," the manager, whose mind was racing, rubbed the back of his head and sighed.

"My brain-computer interface can't be modified a second time, or I'll die."

The others fell silent upon hearing this.

The mortality rate among corporate executives is very low.

However, there is also a statistic that shows that the mortality rate of executives sent to corporate warfare is as high as 80%.

Even if they were lucky enough to survive, the war would be lost, and returning to headquarters would be worse than death.

This is the price one has to pay to enjoy the highest level of treatment under normal circumstances.

"I'm pessimistic because I'm sure someone will tip me off."

"That's unlikely, since this place is all about mechanical brain-computer interfaces."

"If we can't win, becoming a downstream supplier is also a way out, isn't it?"

An executive said quietly:

"Biotechnology also requires various production equipment."

As soon as these words were spoken, many people's eyes flickered.

Meanwhile, at the temporary base of the Venus Life Safety Group in Brain Valley Mechanical City...

At least ten surveillance satellites are simultaneously monitoring three locations.

One is Hive City, one is Puppet City, and one is Undead City.

The City of the Dead has the most screen time, since there is a special power there that can suppress the virus.

Hive City is also under very tight surveillance.

The reason is simple: the only force on this continent capable of resisting their group is concentrated in these two mechanical cities.

In particular, a "paranormal phenomenon" has just occurred in Hive City.

In corporate warfare, all "paranormal phenomena" must be explained, and they absolutely must be explained.

"I think there's a 5% chance that the other side has a large spatial delivery device that can teleport back and forth between the two locations."

At this moment, engineering scientists at the Venus Life Safety Group are making a hypothesis with serious expressions.

"Large-scale delivery device—why large-scale, and not individual soldier-sized?"

Cain Venus said with great interest.

"Because Dugo Technologies has only been developing for less than three years, they don't have the scientific reserves."

"Not necessarily. Haven't you heard of Skull and Bones? A club founded by emerging corporate groups. They're more radical and more dangerous. Some of the technology they have is no less advanced than that of some super-corporations."

"But Dugo Technologies is a military conglomerate, and it's difficult for them to make significant investments outside of the chip and mecha sectors."

"They are a private military organization, not publicly listed, and their internal accounts are not transparent. How do you know they haven't invested?"

"I knew it!"

Seeing that everyone was getting heated, Cain shook his head, and executive Judy stood up and kicked these 'experts' out.

What do you think?

"Space technology, one of the most advanced technologies, I've never heard of anyone developing it well, unless it was acquired from the mother city," Judy replied, then muttered to herself.

"But that's impossible, the Mother City rarely gives us any technology related to interstellar travel."

"Hmm, you have a point," Cain paused.

"But assuming such a space delivery device actually existed, what impact do you think it would have on us?"

Judy sat opposite him without saying a word, but Tong Kong suddenly zoomed in, and a hint of surprise appeared on his usually indifferent face.

"The enemy will suddenly appear and then behead the enemy's top executives."

Cain's head exploded like a ball, blood and flesh flying everywhere.

The senior engineer descended from the sky and crushed the other person with a single stomp.

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