Hacker

After finishing the noodles, Han Yang returned home. The drone, which he had remotely controlled, was now resting steadily on the ground.

Everything seemed perfect, but Han Yang was actually still a little dissatisfied.

If only I could establish a direct connection with the drone.

As it was now, it went from the brainwave controller, then to the mobile signal network, then to the home network equipment, then to the robot, then to the mobile remote control, and finally to the drone. It went through several intermediaries. Each additional intermediary increased the delay, and the uncertainty and risk also increased accordingly.

If he could directly connect his brain to the drone, or even just have the brainwave controller as a single intermediary, it would undoubtedly be much more convenient and stable than the current setup.

Especially in the future, when his computing power was greater and he needed to control more things, this kind of relay would be too troublesome.

But at this stage, Han Yang couldn't find a better alternative. Even with the current model, further improving the performance of the brainwave controller would require a significant cost.

Han Yang suspected that the Ita had more advanced brainwave controller technology, perhaps even capable of direct connection between the brainwave controller and electronic devices, allowing for convenient and quick completion of complex operations. But clearly, they were unwilling to sell such advanced technological creations to humans.

They would only take some outdated products that had long been eliminated, bring them to the human world to pass off as high-tech products, and then sell them at high prices, harvesting the wealth of the human world.

In the future, when I have enough computing power and research capabilities, I must develop my own brainwave controller.

Han Yang secretly made up his mind.

Having dealt with the matters here, Han Yang simultaneously controlled the robot to take on boosting orders while immersing himself in the next stage of learning.

The deeper he delved into the research of computer chip technology, the more knowledge he needed to learn. Although Han Yang could currently manually build 200KHZ chips, overall, the knowledge he had learned was still just the tip of the iceberg.

Ahead, there was an unknown amount of knowledge waiting for Han Yang to learn.

Learning could not stop for a single day.

In the evening, Han Yang once again began to be vigilant, observing the surroundings of the small courtyard.

That night was still peaceful. But on the second night, around two in the morning, Han Yang finally saw a sneaky figure.

In the darkness, he couldn't see the appearance clearly, only roughly the build.

It was a short, thin man.

He quietly walked from the east side of the courtyard, pretending to be passing by, confirmed that there was no one around, then turned back and began to observe the courtyard.

Han Yang hid behind the courtyard wall, only poking out half his head, quietly watching him.

The man wandered around for a while, found some things to use as footrests, and piled them by the wall. Han Yang immediately shrank back, hid in the small house opposite, and continued to observe.

As expected, a moment later, a head poked out from outside the courtyard wall, carefully observing the situation inside the courtyard. After watching for a long time, it quietly retracted.

Han Yang immediately got up, went to the door opening, and observed through the crack in the door. He saw the man quickly slip away along the wall. Han Yang quietly opened the door and followed silently with a dagger.

Even with Shen the Butcher's care, living steadily in a chaotic place like the vegetable market area for over ten years, finding a stable job, saving money to rent a house, and having a fixed place to live, Han Yang was naturally not someone to be trifled with.

It could even be said that in the vegetable market area, someone like Han Yang used to be could already be considered wealthy.

Those who were poorer relied on odd jobs for daily wages, sleeping on the streets at night. Finding cardboard boxes to build a makeshift shelter was considered good conditions.

If he hadn't been ruthless, hadn't gotten his hands dirty, and hadn't stabbed a few people, Han Yang would have long since become a corpse eaten by wild dogs.

Now, following someone in the dark was a piece of cake for Han Yang.

Quietly following the dark, thin man, keeping a distance, Han Yang was cautious.

But as he passed a street corner, a figure suddenly came into Han Yang's sight, startling him. He almost subconsciously raised his dagger.

After calming down slightly, he saw clearly that it was just a homeless man sleeping in the corner.

Looking again, he recognized him as the middle-aged man he had seen in the past few days, carrying a suitcase, who, despite being down and out, always tried to maintain his appearance.

At this moment, he was curled up in the corner, hiding his suitcase behind him, with a piece of cardboard in front of him, sleeping.

Knowing to find such a hidden place, and even knowing to hide the suitcase, he's got some brains.

Han Yang ignored him and again followed the dark, thin man from a distance, finally watching him enter the Black Three Gambling Den.

Han Yang's first pot of gold was won at the Black Three Gambling Den. He also knew that the Black Three Gambling Den was the lair of a group of gangsters. The boss's name was Black Three, commonly known as Third Brother on the streets.

Although this group didn't have a clear name like the big gangs such as the Iron Wolf Gang, Knife Gang, or Blood Gang, they were a formidable force in the surrounding few streets.

Black Three had over a dozen core enforcers and more than twenty peripheral younger brothers. They usually ran a gambling den, a bar, and collected protection fees. No one dared to provoke them.

Damn it, it turns out Black Three is targeting me... He's got a nose like a dog. I've been discreet enough. Could it be trouble from the money I won at the gambling den a few months ago? No, that's not right, it's not that time.

Several months had passed, and Black Three hadn't bothered him. It couldn't be about that money. It must be because he had been receiving express packages every day recently, big and small, not going out but seemingly having money, so they came to test the waters.

After thinking for a moment, Han Yang had an idea and quietly left.

It was late at night, but the Black Three Gambling Den was still bustling with noise. Gamblers were shouting and yelling, and the smell of smoke, alcohol, sweat, and stinky feet was mixed together, enough to knock someone over.

Behind the gambling den, in a small room, Black Three, with dark skin and a knife scar on his face, was holding two scantily clad women and casually playing cards with a few core enforcers.

The short, thin man walked in, greeted them with a smile, and heard Black Three say in a rough voice, "A Mao, did you see clearly?"

"The curtains are opaque, I couldn't see inside the room, but it's definitely a computer, no mistake."

"Are you sure he's the only one at home?"

"Just one."

"Just one person at home, and so many computers, not going out all day, and still having so much money..."

Black Three pondered for a moment, and a smile slowly appeared on his face. "I didn't expect that in this godforsaken poor place of ours, there would be hidden talents..."

"Third Brother, what exactly does that kid do?"

"A hacker, and a skilled one. No mistake."

Black Three's tone was very certain.