Watermelon Feet

In most cases, the combat effectiveness of an executive is not even comparable to that of an ordinary modder in the security department.

This is determined by the needs of the job.

In most cases, senior executives do not need to go to the front lines, but if they do, it is inevitably a major crisis for the company.

Therefore, ordinary-level modifications are useless to them, while dangerous-level modifications have too high a mortality rate.

Therefore, it is illogical that the higher the official rank, the stronger the fighting ability.

After all, even a domineering CEO can't beat a security guard.

So, including the first "watermelon," in less than a second, the senior engineer opened five "watermelons" in a row. Judy, Helena, and all the senior executives involved in this war were all cracked open.

Instant teleportation—that's how overpowered it is.

The engineer stood on the table, Judy's shattered skull and Helena's bulging eyes resembling a beautiful yet broken oil painting.

"If it were that simple, I would have already beheaded the whole world," the senior engineer muttered to himself.

As expected, after the initial panic, all the other employees in the base stared coldly at the senior engineer, as if he were a corpse. The air conditioner whirred and hissed, and there seemed to be a strong sucking sound in the air.

The next moment, everyone's skin began to rot, their eyeballs began to dry up, and even their bones began to ooze pus.

The most amazing thing is that these human "products" did not land on the ground, but instead drilled into the brain-computer interface at the back of the head, and the sucking sound in the air was actually the sound of the "brain-computer interface".

The senior engineer's face was indifferent. He crossed his hands, and two energy rays as thick as his arms swept across the entire floor. Hundreds of half-rotten corpses first emitted thick smoke from their waists, and then their bodies swayed and split in two.

Ordinary employees don't actually have any fighting power.

However, this was not the end. After the upper part of the corpse was absorbed, a red line appeared on the lower part of the corpse, and then a brain-computer interface was squeezed out. The same thing happened again.

Soon, the entire floor was completely empty, with only business suits scattered on the floor, the whirring air conditioner, and the scent of perfume from the upscale office.

"Tch, so they're all genetically modified organisms. No wonder they're so rubbish."

The senior engineer coldly said that the next moment, the entire building began to hum, and all the metal office equipment, network access pods, neural editors, large holographic projection equipment, and spare prosthetics began to tremble wildly; then, the entire building's metal materials, 3D metal, building keel, and levitation device seemed to be strangely kneaded by a giant hand.

Then, accompanied by a large amount of dust falling and a creaking sound that could burst eardrums, the entire building, starting from the top floor, was slowly and painstakingly split in two.

During this process, the X-type atomic reactors on the high-tech machine body also lit up completely. The light was not pure white light, but rather somewhat dim, much like the difference between sunspots and solar flares. Although solar flares are incredibly bright, the magnetic field of sunspots is hundreds of times stronger, which directly causes energy to flow in a convection manner, forming these slightly grayish appearances.

"It's really quite unpleasant to be so long-winded, nagging, and noisy."

The air around the senior engineer seemed to be ignited, making him appear even more dangerous. He himself was like a small sun slowly rising, with the surrounding space either concave or convex, like the sound barrier, but more persistent and with a more complex cause, involving factors such as energy, magnetic fields, and light.

The iteration of technological products does not evolve sequentially in the order of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5.

Instead, the first generation of a product is 1, the second generation could be 10, the third generation could be 1000, or even 10000.

The X-type reactor is a second-generation version of the "carbon atom reactor".

Its original design was intended to power large mechs, which are giant mechanical bodies at least 300 meters tall, and the body itself is the size of a water tank.

According to professional terms, this model by Gao Gong is actually a "concept model" that piles up materials, and it is absolutely impossible to mass-produce it in the short term.

Its energy release efficiency is 50 times that of the first generation version.

It was under the support of this force that the senior engineer's "magnetic field control" forcibly tore the building apart.

Nearly 30 military satellites also recorded this scene from beginning to end.

"That's an exaggeration."

"This level of individual combat power, a Martial God?"

"It's not just a martial god; at least in terms of wide-area attacks, it gives me the feeling of a forbidden weapon!"

"Is it really that strong?"

The forbidden weapons mentioned by some executives are, of course, the weapons of civilization.

And the aura that the senior engineer exuded did indeed have a certain presence.

However, most people weren't focusing on the senior engineer, but rather on everything around him—a vast expanse of bright red.

The buildings were covered with vines called "nerve patterns".

On the ground, fire hydrants exploded, spraying out a slightly viscous liquid, as if it were not water from the water network but 'cerebrospinal fluid'. This cerebrospinal fluid surged in the air, spraying out thousands of silver beads, and on the surface of each water droplet, a human figure was reflected.

Those were the brain-computer interface modifiers of the "Bio-Brain Machine," who had entered network mode.

The endless concentration of computing power.

This strange phenomenon did not occur in just one or a few mechanical cities, but rather throughout the entire pharmaceutical region, which was comparable to Asia, where an indescribable and grand phenomenon arose.

Even the chat group fell silent for a moment, which was unusual.

Finally, a manager from a company specializing in neuromodification spoke up, his tone even carrying a hint of fanaticism.

"Man-made cyberspace! Magnificent! Magnificent!"

This is probably the first time since the advent of corporate warfare that a super data space has been forcibly manipulated by a corporation, leveraging the brainpower of hundreds of millions of people.

Its computing power has surpassed that of any super data center.

And isn't that the purpose of technological evolution?

To break through the upper limit of species in an nth-power way.

It evolved from a low-level carbon-based organism, like an ant, into a superorganism.

Even executives thousands of miles away felt the pressure, let alone the senior engineers at the center of the storm.

His metallic skin visibly emitted blue smoke, and small metallic bubbles popped up on his body. Fortunately, the engineer didn't have any chips implanted inside him, otherwise it would have exploded long ago.

[You have been affected by a high concentration of biological virus, losing 1000 health points.]

[You have been affected by a high concentration of biological virus, losing 5000 health points.]

[You have been affected by a high concentration of biological virus, losing 150,000 health points]

In the blink of an eye, the engineer's mechanical body turned into a pool of liquid gold in mid-air.

The iteration of technology is explosive.

Therefore, its destructive power is also explosive.

Let alone a senior engineer, even if it were a Cybertronian robot, or even a top-tier Cybertronian like Tianwei or Venus, they would definitely be the ones to die.

Because on the system panel, the final damage is ten million.

In any planetary civilization, there is no powerful figure capable of withstanding an attack of ten million points.

The cyber testing grounds have bred a group of monsters, not a group of ants.

Fortunately, health points don't completely represent life.

The 450% repair rate suddenly dropped to 350%.

Then, the original pool of molten metal grew facial features, hands, and feet once again.

Even the reactor on the mechanical body lit up once again.

This was not possible in the version called the "carbon atom reactor" because it used biomaterials, not metallic materials.

"I have a high concentration of the virus too!"

The next moment, golden mist surged out once more, and wherever it passed, the mountain-sized brains, the fountain-like cerebrospinal fluid, and the neural network covering the building were visibly stained with a layer of gold.

On a sky carrier, on a deck covered in blood and flesh, two figures slowly took shape. One recovered faster and soon grew the facial features of 'Cain', and then squeezed out his upper body.

The other humanoid figure is "Judy".

"Monster!"

Cain cursed, a trickle of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, the blood containing an extremely high concentration of metal.

"Judy, I want—"

"What do you want? Get back into your mother's womb!"

With a familiar voice, Cain's head exploded once again.

Still the same watermelon-shaped feet inherited from my ancestors.