Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 55 Hacking
"I say, don't you think it's a bit too cold?"

The skinny man with a Mohawk shuddered, and his hair, which was covered with fluorescent powder, swayed along with his complaints and shudders.

"Isn't it cold?"

On the other side of the Mohawk, a sturdy man with oil paint on his right arm leaning against an abandoned car covered with thick dust snorted and spat, "I don't want to stand here in the cold wind! The boss is also confused. There are no negotiations these days, so there is no need for us to come out to support the scene! But he insisted on setting up a sentry post!"

"Don't you think about where we are? This is Cross Street, our territory! Even if there are really blind people who want to cause trouble, they can't get to our place!"

"This is the truth"

Mohawk was thinking about giving himself an injection of "adrenaline" to keep warm, but after considering his financial situation, he had no choice but to give up with regret.

He yawned. "It's only two or three hundred meters away from the freezer. Why set up a sentry post? The boss is really reckless."

"Come to think of it, could it be that the boss went to Mangxue's territory for a meeting last time, and saw how awesome Mangxue's people were, so he got irritated, and that's why he groaned!"

Hearing the voice, the sturdy man who was about to find an R-rated live broadcast room on Valhalla to seek some excitement was startled. He quickly closed the interface and looked at Mohawk, only to find that the latter was safe and sound.

"Fuck, what the hell are you yelling for!"

"I accidentally froze my arm. My, my."

Mohawk raised his left hand and laughed dryly.

The second-hand prosthetic limb he bought from a black doctor had some problems with its joints. In the temperature close to zero, one of the parts had just frozen, so the whole arm suddenly became paralyzed, causing him to subconsciously scream in surprise.

"I've told you a long time ago to give less money to that crappy anchor of yours. You can't get the top spot anyway, so wouldn't it be better to use the spare money to buy yourself a better prosthetic limb? If you had better equipment, you wouldn't have almost been shot in the head by the boss when you robbed a small store last time."

Mohawk's answer was smooth and natural: "You don't understand love."

The sturdy man was speechless for a while: "Forget it, it's up to you. Damn, the weather is really cold. I'll stay here. Hurry up and bring back some wine or roasted maggots or something -"

"--Well!"

"what happened again?"

The sturdy man who had already opened Valhalla said impatiently. This time he simply didn't bother to look up and said casually: "Don't give me that. Even if your leg is broken this time, you have to buy it back for me--"

The next moment, a hand suddenly covered his mouth, and a piece of knife blade pierced through his throat, twisting and turning, directly cutting off the strong man's life.

Almost at the same time, only the handle of the scalpel was exposed on his neck. He reached out to cover the wound subconsciously, trying to stop the bleeding, and then stumbled to the ground.

"It went pretty well."

Song Shi pulled out a single-molecule knife, walked out of the shadows, and nodded slightly.

The road leading into the Cross district can be said to be unobstructed. Although there are many natural checkpoints of "local residents", it is not difficult to sneak in overall.

The two men in front of him were the most serious sentries he had ever met, but their alertness was still worrying. They could sneak up on him in the dark and kill him with just two slashes.

However, Song Shi's goal was certainly not to simply deal with the two sentries, as there was a risk of "alerting the enemy".

"Well, let me take a look."

Song Shi sat cross-legged, put away the single-molecule knife, and took out a data tablet, which was the "Mint T5" network terminal he bought from Ami Kaba not long ago. The essence of this device is a tool and platform equipped with computing resources, highly integrated, and capable of accommodating a variety of software. It can be understood as a portable computer specializing in "network technology".

This is essential equipment for a qualified network information worker.

Otherwise, if you try to traverse the network relying solely on the computing power of the personal chip in your brain, the outcome will basically not be good - the most common scenario is that your brain will be burned.

Of course, cyber hackers who choose to install various "implants" to continuously make up for this defect are not included in this category.

"Sure enough, the three autonomous sentry machine gun towers are all set up in the local area network."

Song Shi first connected the auxiliary supercomputer, then pulled out a data cable from the side of the network terminal and connected it to Mohawk's brain-computer interface, using this as a stepping stone to jump into the local area network built by the "Cross Tiger Gang" in the Cross district.

On the interface, individual portraits light up one by one. They are all members of the Tiger Gang located in the Cross Street District, a total of thirty-eight people.

The most eye-catching portrait among them is that of Grove, the leader of the Cross Tiger Gang.

But Song Shi only took a quick glance and looked at the three autonomous sentry machine gun towers on the other side, which were all located in the cold storage factory.

This is his real goal.

These three "Autonomous Sentry Machine Gun Towers" produced by [Santa Industry] are equipped with an intelligent fire control system and are mounted with two 12mm large-caliber machine guns, with a theoretical maximum firing rate of one thousand rounds per minute.

Although the model looks a bit old, it can easily break a person's quantifiers into pieces one by one.

"——Intelligent fire control?"

Then, looking at the display window, Song Shi nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay, as long as you can hit it accurately."

He opened the compilation interface, and with his ten fingers flying, he uploaded the "Ice Breaking Program" and "Plundering Program" that had been compiled long ago. They began to flow rapidly along the local area network silently.

Although starting from the entrance and breaking through and crushing the enemy head-on was more in line with Song Shi's combat aesthetics, considering the disparity in strength between the two sides this time, Song Shi regretfully chose another route -

These two "ice-breaking programs" and "plundering programs" are specialized programs for position defense facilities, and are also one of the rewards for cooperating with those hackers in the previous life.

In the past, such programs were launched with one click through the integrated hacking software provided by the other party, which called itself a "brainless integration package."

However, the problem is not big at the moment. Song Shi’s network technology is indeed a bit poor, but he can still simply copy the source code, compile it, and upload the program to the local area network.

Even considering the risk issue, Song Shi did not choose the most recent ones in his memory, but specifically looked for the program that was born five years later at this time.

"——Even if it's only five years, the gap brought about by technological iteration is quite large."

When the progress bar reaches 100%.

ICE (firewall) cracking and erosion, the control authority of the sentry machine gun tower quietly changed, the mechanical components began to warm up, and the intelligent fire control system was fully deployed.
Song Shi stood up and looked at the huge cold storage building in the distance.

In the rapid roar that suddenly broke the silence of the night in the distance.

He put away the network terminal, put on the white armor power arm guard, and walked slowly towards the distance.

(End of this chapter)