The Dugo Mecha Legion

Since cyberspace is gone, there's naturally no way there could be a backup on the internet.

These five clone accounts are all the other party has.

For other people, these accounts are scattered all over the country and information is isolated, making them very difficult to find.

But for Gao Yuanyuan, "brainstorming" is as simple as eating and drinking.

If everyone on this planet had a brain-computer interface, then all large organizations would become like "Gao Yuanyuan".

As the Bird of Paradise examined the memories in its backup consciousness one by one, including secret information such as underground accounts and client lists, Black Leaf's expression gradually turned pale.

Among these clients are many important figures whom I absolutely cannot afford to offend.

He completely leaked the secret!

A hacker who leaks information is no different from a dead hacker.

However, a moment later, Bird of Paradise stood up, frowned, and shook his head at the senior engineer.

No information was found related to avalanches.

The senior engineer stared at the static on the disc.

Was this a carefully orchestrated coincidence?

The senior engineer shook his head. If it really was a "coincidence," then there were too many suspicious points.

"Will I survive?"

"Black Leaf" said with a touch of tragic heroism, "My underwear has been pulled off, and I feel like I'm going to be silenced."

"Yes, of course I can," the senior engineer suddenly laughed. "Let's watch a movie together, and I'll let you go."

The disc was inserted into the old-fashioned projector, and soon, snow-like specks covered the screen.

Meanwhile, Black Leaf's expression gradually changed from confusion to bewilderment. The two exchanged a glance and could clearly feel that the other's brain firewall was actively shutting down, and some memory data was slowly disappearing.

Suddenly, flames erupted from the scars on Bird of Paradise's face, and then her entire body transformed into a stream of data, drilling into Black Leaf's brain so she could examine it more carefully.

As for the senior engineer, his fingers slowly tapped the armrest of the sofa. At some point, the entire room's image appeared in a purple rhombus mirror. These rhombus mirrors hung on the walls of the room, one after another, numbering no less than a hundred.

No change in space or environment can escape the senior engineer's notice.

A level 60 super hacker, a spatial type of Collapse Entity; one virtual, one real.

If the two of them working together can't detect anything amiss, then it's almost certain that no one on this planet can detect anything wrong.

Almost simultaneously—

"Wrong!"

"There's a problem!"

The senior engineer disappeared.

When he reappeared, he had an android in his hand.

When the Bird of Paradise emerged from the other's mind, it was holding a ball of raw code in its hand.

"What is that?" the senior engineer asked.

"When the source files of the 'mining software' developed by the other party were deleted in an 'avalanche' event, this part of the data was somehow bypassed. I don't recall this software having this function. What about yours?"

The senior engineer lifted the android in his hand.

"As the 'Avalanche' was in operation, the android's expression also changed slightly."

The engineer pointed, and a 'purple prism' appeared on the wall. In the mirror, the android's pupils widened and its artificial pores slightly expanded, clearly showing an expression of fear.

"This android also has that 'mining software' installed in its brain."

The senior engineer looked at the "Black Leaf" again, only to see that the man's expression had changed from unease to peace, with a faint smile on his lips and his eyes fixed on the snowflakes.

"Mining software!"

The two said in unison, then looked at each other and smiled.

"It's highly likely that this guy used mining software to pan for gold in the collective consciousness of people and probably dug up something, but he didn't know what he dug up, so there is no record of this in his backup memory."

The collective consciousness sea is a part of the data ocean, and the "seawater" is the large amount of overflow data generated by the human brain during the calculation process.

The senior engineer paused for a moment, then said:

"It is precisely because mining software and 'Avalanche' are connected that 'Avalanche' bypasses mining software."

Bird of Paradise nodded. "That's what I think too, but I'd like to add that it might not have been mined by the 'mining software' in his head. All mining software has the same source code, which means that all installers of 'mining software' are suspects."

"Hmm, that possibility cannot be ruled out," the senior engineer said, pointing to the 'software installation list' that Paradise Bird had just dug up.

"But once you have a direction, the rest is just a matter of patience and perseverance."

"Hmm, leave this to me—"

Bird of Paradise wanted to say something more, but suddenly raised an eyebrow and pointed to the communicator on its wrist.

"People are calling me all over the place, shouldn't you be taking care of some serious business too?"

The senior engineer sighed and opened the holographic communicator as well. The holographic screen was filled with a dense array of contact numbers. He wondered how many people had tried to contact him in that short time.

"These days, it's not easy to be a fake. Didn't I already say I just want to be a salted fish?"

"I'll handle this. You'd better end the war as soon as possible, otherwise even those hackers who have to obey you for survival will have other ideas."

"Oh? What could they possibly be thinking?" the senior engineer asked curiously. "Besides virtual reality headsets, what other options do they have?"

"There is no other choice, but they can choose to solve the problem in your place," Bird of Paradise gestured to the senior engineer. "The longer it drags on, the more people will have ideas, after all, they no longer have those three old men suppressing them."

Talking about rationality with a hacker is like talking about feelings with a prostitute—not only is it a mismatch in professions, but it also hinders their technical performance.

The senior engineer sighed, then walked to the window, opened it, and saw that, without anyone noticing, there were energetic young people outside the window with electronic tattoos, their hands and feet crudely implanted with low-level modifications.

"Friend, as an outsider, coming to our territory, it would be a bit unreasonable not to pay a visit to us local bigwigs."

The leader of the gangsters grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth and a white tongue made of 'polyester vinyl' material.

Modifying the tongue? Great idea! I'll try it sometime.

The senior engineer praised the other party's idea.

"Are you local bullies?" the high-ranking worker chuckled innocently. "Are you sure you can protect this place?"

"Heh, whether you can handle it or not, you'll know once you come down. If you're too scared to come down, then shall we go up?" the other side said confidently.

"That makes sense. Anyway, the people who are picking me up will be here soon. I'll go down now, you guys wait for me." The senior engineer's figure quickly disappeared from the window.

"Snakehead, something's not right. Isn't this outsider a bit too calm?"

"What are you afraid of? Don't be intimidated by him. We already checked before we came. There are only two of them. It's easy for outsiders to enter Kowloon Walled City but difficult to leave. This rule has been upheld for many years. We can't break it because of us. We'll remove their organs later and sell them to a familiar prosthetic doctor. Keep their brains for me. I need two 'brain processors'."

"Snake head, snake head—"

One of the thugs tugged at the snakehead, who gave him a disgruntled look. He was talking to someone about the rules of the underworld, what was he doing interrupting? Suddenly, he felt a darkness fall over his head.

Amidst the deafening roar of engines, the sky was filled with various airships and fighter jets. On a mechanical fortress, the dark muzzle of an energy cannon was pointed directly at their group.

Meanwhile, on the surrounding buildings, a group of intimidating corporate reformers appeared out of nowhere, coldly watching them.

These corporate modifiers are equipped with various mechanical attachments, but without exception, they are extremely dangerous; any one of them could easily slaughter the entire Kowloon Walled City.

"People from outside!" the smuggler stammered.

It is that super organization that violently destroyed all settlements except Kowloon Walled City and forced all "human data" into the city!

For the lower-level gangs, they didn't even know what the organization was called.

"President!!!"

As the senior engineer walked out with his sleeves rolled up, everyone greeted him respectfully at the same time.

"Oh, everyone's here. You've come pretty quickly," the senior engineer stretched his back. "Wait a minute, I'll practice with this guy who's practicing martial arts."

All eyes turned to the snakehead, whose face was deathly pale and whose mouth was trembling. He desperately wanted to say something conciliatory because he felt that at least a hundred laser locators had locked onto him.

"Dude, how about we have a verbal battle or a physical one?"

The smuggler looked at the senior engineer with pleading eyes, a fawning smile forced onto his sweat-drenched face.

"Not playing anymore? That's pointless," the senior engineer said disappointedly, shaking his head as he prepared to leave.

"By the way," he suddenly turned his head, staring at the other person's artificial tongue, "How well does this soft implant of yours work?"

"It's great, it works really well! Widows from all around say it's wonderful!"

"You have good taste too."

Senior Engineer, feeling a mutual respect, casually waved his hand. Soon, the security personnel from all 30 member companies began to evacuate, and a white light enveloped him, instantly teleporting him to the Sky Fortress.

"President."

A dozen or so middle-aged executives bowed and greeted them.

"Location laser? Which company's technology is it? We at Dugo Technologies also have it, but it's still under development. Let's exchange ideas sometime."

The senior engineer said with a smile.

One of the executives' eyes twitched violently.

"President, our opponents are launching a fierce attack on us, and we are struggling to hold them off. We have no choice but to ask you for help."

"Who is it, Data Dream or Johnson & Johnson Group? These bastards are bullying our Research Association again. We are a small, peaceful, and neutral organization. Don't these people have any conscience?" Senior Engineer said indignantly.

The executives exchanged strange glances.

"If it's not them, then who is it—classified electronics or planetary energy?"

These two companies are also industry giants with a monopoly in their respective fields, and are also competitors in the Electronic Brain Project.

"It's the Dogo Mech Legion!"

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