Start with Mechanical Hunter

"Make up the corner of the building, make up the corner of the building!"

In an office building, more than a dozen "Player 1" are invading a small enterprise system. The neural editor inserts a data tube into the implant hole in the temple. The other end of the data tube is connected to the corporate network and is hacking at high speed.

And other players are besieging this corporate vigilante.

The vigilantes wear lineless agent jumpsuits and tactical gloves, and their weapons are smart sniper rifles. Although they are few in number, their marksmanship is extremely accurate, at least at the level of elite lv10. If the player is not careful, he will be fatally injured. .

"Mortars, can we take them down? I mean, without blowing the building down."

A burly player rushed up from behind with a sullen face. The magazine in the gorilla's arm was still empty. He snatched a player's 'Nowaki Type 4' and skillfully flicked and inserted the magazine and insert. Just installed them all, and the plug-in is a great little thing with +8.6% critical hit rate.

The sound of gunfire rang out instantly. The mortars were running and shooting at the same time. Not only were they fast, but their marksmanship was also exaggeratedly accurate. It was not at all like the level of an assault gun. One shot fired a camera, and then the fire protection device was exploded with one shot. The rain fell in a steady stream.

Taking advantage of the moment when the rain fell, Mortar ran directly towards the sniper point. The black bar was just full. What was strengthened was the 'tactical advance' skill, which added 20% of tactical evasion. This made him look like a hunting wild man. Wolf.

He stepped hard on the wall, and the metal calves made a "click" sound. Under a strong reaction force, the artillery cannon held his head with both hands to protect his vitals, and his whole body directly hit the "security guard", with the muzzle of the gun pressed against him. He fired violently into the gap between the opponent's chest, and at the same time took out a dog-leg knife with his other hand, and inserted the knife into the nerve connection line of the throat.

This level 23 maintainer elite was just killed.

Without this tactical position, the players soon cleared out the other vigilantes.

"Okay, mortar, you are really powerful, aren't you afraid of being shot in the head?" A player praised.

"For this special type of vigilante, the perception module is external. Once it encounters a sudden change in the external environment, it will stagnate for a second or two. If you grasp this second or two, you can handle it."

Mortar said expressionlessly.

Without the vigilantes, there was no way to stop this group of players. They tied up the corporate employees in their offices one by one and collected the loot.

Dozens of sophisticated-level prosthetics, four large boxes of weapons and ammunition, and a dozen low-level weapon blueprints.

"Boss, what should we do with these civilians?"

"How about killing it to gain experience?"

"Hey! If you kill civilian NPCs, do you have any humanity?"

"Damn, didn't you see the scene on the street? My colleagues started killing people randomly. If they can do it, we can't do it?"

The two players with piles of black bars were about to get angry.

The leading player thought for a moment and suddenly grinned: "Let them go."

"Let him go?"

Employees of these companies suddenly showed a light of hope.

"But there is a prerequisite: help us hack into the city's corporate network."

"Yes, we are here to complete a nightmare-level mission. Even if you don't mention it, we have forgotten it."

"By the way, what is the mission content?"

"It seems like they are trying to cause as much damage as possible."

"Do it or not, if you do we will let you go!"

A player pointed a gun at a civilian NPC and said viciously.

But unexpectedly, the NPC's eyes flashed for a few times and he said calmly: "Invading the corporate network violates Articles 5, 11, and 61 of the Machinery City Laws. We are good and law-abiding citizens and will never do anything illegal. .”

"Yes, we will never give in to evil."

"Justice is on our side."

A player was stunned for a long time, then suddenly became furious, kicked an NPC to the ground, and yelled:

"Fuck you, you motherfuckers, you capitalists. Every prosthetic body in your body is bound to the company. Your brain has signed a permanent employment contract with the will of the company. There are 30 hours in a day, so you work for 30 hours. Even the children you give birth to are owned by the company. Assets, but also fucking justice, tell me, which side is justice?”

"Justice is the law of the city that never sleeps, the will of enterprises, and the moral chip——"

'boom--'

The sound of gunfire killed an NPC, and the player with a ferocious look pointed his gun at another female employee.

"I'll give you another chance."

"The law of the workplace is justice. For the sake of the company, I am willing to get married, have children, strengthen my skills, and contribute to the world."

The female employee said trembling all over.

Gunshots rang out again, but this time, the bullets fell on the ground. The lead player held down the barrel of the gun, and black and white stripes kept running around on his panel.

The lead player suddenly remembered something and turned to one of the prosthetic doctors among the players: "By the way, Black Death, do you still have any leftover 'Laughing Bat' there?"

Black Death was stunned for a moment and said: "Yes, didn't you say you should keep it? If it breaks, you can install it again."

"How about replacing the moral chip with the Laughing Bat?" The lead player chuckled: "Don't you want to know how these NPCs will react if they install our chips?"

"There's something going on!"

"Do you want to develop NPCs and join us? Boss, you are so bad, I like it!"

"These NPCs won't be broken, right?"

Obviously, this troublemaking behavior was unanimously approved by everyone.

This player named Black Death was not polite. He picked up a wrench and forcibly opened the network access compartment, operating it like changing a SIM card on a mobile phone.

With a 'ding' sound, the lead player glanced at the panel and let out a light sigh.

"A side mission actually appeared."

[Side mission: Laughing Infected]

Mission briefing: The darkness gave me black teeth, but I used them to smile. Since I was born in this crazy world, I might as well make this world more crazy.

Difficulty: unknown

Mission content: Infect the ‘Laughing Bat’ virus and inject it into every NPC with a moral chip implanted. The more implanted moral chips, the more smiles there will be in the world.

Mission reward: Basic reward: experience +100/person, mechanical hunter reputation +1/person. The more laughing infected people are implanted, the greater the completion of the mission will be.

"Laughing Infected, what is that? Chip version 2.0? Where can I get it?" Some players asked in confusion.

"Boss, there is a strange code coming in. The code structure is similar to the chip structure."

"Oh, that's how it came about, I understand!" The lead player smiled and looked at Mortar, a former member of the Akudama family.

"Hey, Old Pao, I've received a side mission, so I guess you're right to hang out with us."

Mortar snorted and said nothing.

…

On the other side, a group of players were sitting on the 'Apollo' sports car stolen from somewhere, racing crazily on the electromagnetic highway.

While racing, shooting everywhere, and from time to time a passerby was hit and fell to the ground dead.

"Twenty-three!"

"Well done!"

"Damn it, another little bit of mission completion, cool!"

The faces of these players all have metal masks of the Laughing Bat, plus colorful weird suits, which give them a very familiar feeling.

Human beings who have removed their animalistic nature will not be able to protect themselves.

Coupled with the fact that the mechanical mastermind has entered a 'sleep state', for some players, this is a good time to do a big grind.

However, the next moment, the black shadow in the sky disappeared in a flash, and a strong sound of metal 'tearing' suddenly came from the roof of the car.

A strong wind came from the roof of the car, and the next moment, the figures of the two players disappeared into the darkness.

"Fuck, what the hell?"

"Is this weird? Come on! Hit him to death!"

The ‘clowns’ shouted, their eyes flashing red.

The black shadow flashed again, and two more players disappeared.

But this time, they saw clearly that the black shadow was a large eagle, and there seemed to be two people sitting on the eagle.

"who is it?"

"It seems to be a player, that's what the system panel says."

"What are the players doing to us? We are all our own!"

The black shadow pounced again. This time, the 'clowns' chose to fight back. Bullets were fired into the sky crazily. Taking this opportunity, a figure suddenly fell down, using gorilla arms + intermediate mechanical skills, the big muscle tyrant made hammers with both hands. It hit the hood of the car fiercely, and the entire car flew into the air due to the force of gravity. It spun around for more than ten times and exploded when it landed on the ground.

In the flame explosion, the clown players were almost taken away in a wave. Only one 'clown' was left, who was pinned down by the car and said viciously:

"There are so many wealthy NPCs who insist on dealing with us instead of killing them. Are you sick?"

"This city is sick, you are sick, and we are just people who act in accordance with the founding principles."

"When rules are no longer a weapon to suppress evil, they become shackles, allowing evil people to run rampant."

The plane sat on the big eagle, looking at the big muscle tyrant who was seriously reciting the shameful lines with a strange expression. He was silent for a while and said:

"I asked, are you too into the drama?"

"No, I'm just enforcing justice!"

"Oh, it looks like your bill is full again."

Aircraft smacked his lips, "Okay, hurry up and get on the bird, and we'll hunt down the next clown."

The big-muscled eagle climbed up with a groan. Thanks to the level 30 mutated eagle, the carrying capacity is no less than that of a small aircraft. Otherwise, the weight of nearly three hundred kilograms may not be able to withstand it.

Dajiba was silent for a while and said: "Why are you acting with me? This kind of PVP has no oil or water at all."

"Why is there no oil or water?" The plane looked at the opponent in surprise: "Killing players like this will increase the mission completion rate very quickly."

…

The late-night battle continues, and the Unreal Union is still working overtime. In the refined map of the city that never sleeps, a large number of red dots appear, and each red dot is the location of a moral chip.

With the red dot as the center, ripples appeared one after another.

This is the special ability of the fourth generation moral chip, networking mode.

Soon, small data nodes began to take shape, and computing power was generated.

In reality, clusters of white light began to take shape, appearing in buildings, data centers, and corporate databases.

Ordinary people in the city that never sleeps are still 'operating' according to the normal mode. Their nostrils begin to bleed, their eyes begin to shed tears, and their brains begin to overflow with white fluid.

At the same time, the senior engineer also received a task, a nightmare-level individual task issued by the system.