Chapter 60 Cyber Monster’s Surgery Arrangements

[ctOS development progress:]

[The traffic monitoring model has been built and the traffic diversion AI algorithm has been developed]

[Open cross-dimensional data transmission channel, current openness level: 20%]

[The laboratory has made breakthrough progress, science and technology points +500]

[Current science and technology points: 800]

Arriving at Mission Beach, the three of them sat on chairs by the river and watched the factory opposite emitting thick smoke.

Just now, he hacked into the district's transportation network using the connection nodes between Chessen and the River Valley transportation network.

After uploading the last part of the data to the other side, Skye successfully completed the development of the traffic diversion AI.

This is not a particularly difficult project - but for the world here, such AI development is risky. Moreover, general AI is not popular. If we really want to develop it, we will develop military AI.

Companies like Arasaka and Military Technology prefer to tinker with blackwalls and archaeological data from old networks to make technological breakthroughs.

With this technology, Lear does not need to calculate the road network conditions himself, and can directly use this AI to "summon" the appropriate dump truck from a distance.

The current traffic of the "Interdimensional Data Transmission Channel" is very low, but it is very practical, just enough for Lear to use the golem: Iai the Dump Truck.

What's more important is that this feature is free.

"Not bad. Without the protection of a dump truck, I always feel a little unsafe."

Lille thought of all the heavy vehicles running on the road network in the river valley, and he felt full of security.

When not using this golem, Lear will selectively transmit the data generated during actions to another world for processing, and then transmit the results to this world and to various facilities.

As a result, the movement trajectories of the three people will be missing in the cyberspace, and no matter how clever a hacker is, they will not be able to track something that does not exist.

"Hey, what are you thinking about? You're so lost in thought." V poked Lear.

At this moment, the three of them were sitting on chairs by the river, looking at the smoking factory, waiting for Cheson.

Lille first took an immunosuppressive pill - the nerve pain was slightly enhanced when he wrote the golem into the network access warehouse just now.

"I was wondering if we should take a break after going solo."

"Can't you stand it?" Jack asked with concern, "If you can't stand it, your health is more important, or you just lie down on the chair like other hackers, and V and I will be responsible for the action.

Anyway, now we have money and can buy the best hacking equipment. "

"That might not be enough." Leal shrugged. "You can't buy top-notch hacking equipment - and I mean, we should probably stay out of the limelight."

V didn't say anything, just glanced at Lear.

The three of them looked at the sunset and took a long breath at the same time.

Those who didn't know thought they were three wage earners who were lamenting their lives.

"Finish this job first - the people inside are gone."

"Mom, it seems that the operating system will be upgraded in the new semester."

"I know, let the doctor check you first."

In the clinic, a prosthetic doctor wearing only a white coat was performing a prosthetic examination on a young boy.

Sitting next to her was a red-haired woman with a single ponytail. She looked quite young, but she had a strong sense of being a parent.

After the prosthetic doctor finished handling the boy's affairs, he smoked a cigarette and looked at the sitting woman.

"Martinez, upgrading the new system will cost a lot of money."

"I know." The woman rubbed her eyebrows, "It's so funny that Valentino and the Sixth Street Gang are fighting. I actually want them to kill more people."

"The tuition fees at Arasaka Academy are not low, in every sense of the word." The prosthetic doctor glanced at the boy on the operating table, "I have pirated software, so I can make ends meet."

"No." Mrs. Martinez shook her head, "Stop talking, he's going to wake up soon."

The boy opened his eyes, rested for a while, and then the mother and son left the clinic.

But when she was leaving, three people came towards her - the woman's heart tightened:

The little man stared at her for a moment

Fortunately, nothing happened.

But she didn't notice that her son was also staring at others - but his son was staring at the biggest one.

After walking some distance away, the boy asked curiously: "Mom, those seem to be Valentino's people. How did they sneak in?"

"Stop asking, let's go!"

Martinez mother and son?

There was a reason why Lear was staring, because the two people who just walked out had exactly the same hairstyle as the mother and son in the anime "Cyberpunk Edgewalker".

The woman was still wearing a yellow and white striped jacket from the NCPD's outsourced body collection team.

V gave Lear a hard poke: "Have you been doing this kind of thing for a long time? Can you concentrate on it?"

"Oh, forget it."

"A few are closed." The prosthetic doctor was about to go back and watch the Mewtwo movie he had been so excited about. Jack's mountain-like body stood in front of him, which suddenly refreshed him.

"Well, I'm only in the business of prosthetics here. The gunfight has nothing to do with me."

"I say it's relevant, it's relevant. A few days ago, the Sixth Street Gang came to see a ruthless character. It's said that the Sixth Street Gang bought him a lot of military prosthetics. Do you have any impressions?"

"A few." The prosthetic doctor raised his hands and forced a smile, "Patient information is confidential."

boom!

The bullet hit the wall. The prosthetic doctor swallowed and pointed to his workbench, where there was a computer.

"Thank you for your cooperation." Lear stepped forward and took out a small bag of dismantled cheap prosthetics from his jacket. "I handled it for free for you, just take it as a tip."

"Um, thank you? Can you hurry up? I don't work overtime."

Leal quickly opened the computer and found the recent surgery records.

It can be seen that although this doctor is not licensed, his low fees make many people in Santo Domingo willing to come here for examinations.

Lear nodded: "You can - tell me the name of that person."

"James Norris--the Sixth Street Gang killed me, please hurry up."

James Norris?

The cyberpsycho in Cyberpunk Edgerunner?

Clicking on the surgical records, these implant lists are truly worthy of the title of "cyber monster".

"Tsk tsk, strengthened tendons, bionic joints, tempered bones, heavy-duty subcutaneous armor,

Neural coordinator, strengthening hormone, external compound eye, integrated thoracoabdominal structure, Sianwistan

Here I go, V, your favorite Mantis Knife, this guy has three mounted on it, one on his hand, two on his knee, and a hand mounted projectile launcher.

So many prosthetics are not enough. This time I updated the version and even overclocked it to death. It was simply desperate.

Is he going to rush to assassinate Saburo Arasaka? "

"Where did this guy come from?"

Out of curiosity, Lier asked a few more questions.

The prosthetic doctor scratched his head, feeling quite anxious:

“I heard that he used to be a soldier in the company, but after the war, he went to Taiping Prefecture to work as a mercenary and do some small jobs.

When something happened in Taiping Prefecture, my partner seemed to have been killed, and then he defected to the Sixth Street Gang - I only know this much, can you hurry up? "

V frowned: "Lil, do you think this guy is a little impatient?"

urgent?

Leal did notice, but at first he just thought the guy was busy chasing people away.

But soon, Lille discovered the real reason.

"Surgery appointment: January 12, 7 p.m."

"Booked by: Sergeant."

"Surgery subject: James Norris."

"Surgery content: Upgrade, replacement, and debugging of Si'an Westan."

"Remarks: A new prosthetic body that I have never been exposed to."

And now the time is.

January 12, 7 p.m.

"Damn it. Jack, V, retreat—"