Chapter 880 Identity Exchange (Godfathers, there is a small problem, I will make up for it in the se

"So this is that whale? It's so awesome. Don't ask me to ride a whale. I'll get dizzy if I ask me to ride on a boat."

"Isn't that right? I still remember that I went to work on an offshore drilling platform two years ago. There was no hair in that miserable place. All I could do was work. Being able to ride this thing through the storm is considered a god."

"This must be a god! Ula!"

In the old East Germany, whales were brought in from residential areas, surrounded by people.

"Keep your distance - well, yes, thank you for your cooperation. It is a bit timid. If you were suddenly dragged into the sea, you would also be timid. Thank you for your cooperation."

The canister encapsulating the whale was towed behind the front of the truck. Thanks to the fact that all roads in the old East German residential areas lead to the industrial area, a large thing of this size can drive on the street without any obstruction, as if this street is It was built like this so that the whale car can drive well.

Karl stood next to the trailer and kept waving at the people who were squeezed through the blockade, gesturing for them to move back, as if he were taking care of a child.

Not far away, Elliot and Severns were sitting in the truck. Alina was driving. Her two other companions were guarding Karl. The three of them split up and moved on the other side.

It is conceivable that if something goes wrong, Internet surveillance agents and Interpol have blended into the crowd and infiltrated throughout the old East Germany.

Cyberpsychopaths in different regions have different styles. In Night City, most of them are super-soldiers with a large number of military prosthetics on their bodies. Here, there are not so many military prosthetics that make people crazy——

But the lethality is not less than that of Night City, it can even be said to be greater:

An awesome cyberpsycho from Night City kills ten or twenty workers. The NCPD is already a super murderer, quite top-notch, but if something goes wrong in the factory, a random explosion can kill dozens of workers. injuries, and more importantly, the economic losses were extremely huge, and public opinion was also very difficult to control.

Besides, this is Berlin.

Severns said while flipping through the records: "The IEC provided us with a list of personnel on duty in the factory that day. Interpol and Internet Supervision sent people in. We picked one to find the person."

The list is very long. Although Berlin's industry has largely replaced labor, the number of engineers to supply a city of this size is also overwhelming.

However, Lille records the name of the spokesperson. This information is recorded on a server in another world, so Elliot only needs to pretend to select, but actually select the list with that name:

That guy's name is Harlem Ike.

"Let's go look at some. Why is this list divided into medium and low risk? What does that mean?"

"This is a scoring system for online public opinion control. If you contact the Internet Supervisor, you will see this evaluation. The evaluation standards are set by themselves, and I don't know.

However, according to my experience, the risk for people with this type of label is relatively low: family harmony, excellent intelligence, stable job, and competent work ability.

Simply put, only people with good lives will be willing to maintain the current order, so the risks are relatively low. "

"Will the network supervisor tell you this?"

"Of course not." Severns shrugged. "I concluded it myself. I think we should investigate the high-risk list, but it doesn't make any difference. I'll just listen to you."

The truck slowly drove into the neighborhood where the target list was located: not only were workers’ jobs planned in Berlin, but their residences were also divided into different neighborhoods according to a hidden scoring system.

They do not own their own houses, and if they want to live in cheaper houses, they can only follow the arrangements of the company and the European Community.

This matches the classification of networks Lear observed in cyberspace: the EC is using an undisclosed social management system to purposefully cluster people into different communities.

The whale was to be transported to the main gate of the IEC industrial park. The group of people walked towards the residential area. As they walked further and further away, there were fewer and fewer workers and engineers on the street——

As he walked, Elliot's nose twitched: there was a smell in the street, like dust being sucked into his lungs.

"Ahem. Why does this smell a bit choking?"

Severns looked surprised: "Choke? This tastes exactly like Folkestone's. Is there something wrong with your kid's head?"

Elliot was stunned for a moment.

He raised his head and took another breath, only to realize that it tasted exactly like Folkestone——

There is a huge green screen of plants between the old East Germany and the New Berlin District. This green screen is said to be able to completely isolate the waste gas and smog from industrial production, so the New Berlin District can enjoy the great outdoors at such a close distance. The convenience of large-scale industry and the perfect ecological environment.

Maybe it was because he went to New Berlin yesterday and his lungs were instantly cleared.

[Lear: Ahead is the skyscraper where Harlem Eick lives. 】

".Maybe it's a little bit. I've got new lungs and a new place. Let's start from the building in front. I'll take a look at the list.

Harlem Eyck, senior engineer of mechanical dynamics, graduated from the Institute of Adult Education of the University of Berlin, outstanding graduate, model worker, and has a daughter——

Would such a person really become a terrorist if he had a truly successful life? "

Eliot asked both Severs and Lear. He really couldn't understand why he would become a terrorist after living such a life.

Severns shook his head: "I don't know, but it is said that Burger King, the leader of the Burger crime syndicate in Night City, also graduated from Arasaka Academy with 'achievement beyond what humans can achieve'.

Arasaka also revealed that he once sent a high-paying offer letter to this genius with amazing achievements, but unfortunately he refused. "

This incident was unanimously summarized by the company as evidence that "Burger King has an innate antisocial personality or is a wandering AI disguised as a human being."

So Harlem Ek may be a natural antisocial personality, or he may be a wandering AI, whichever is correct.

This scheme by Severns was able to obtain the reason for naming Harlem Ek as a suspect, and it made perfect sense;

But Elliott swallowed: the truth may be that "Burger King is not only a natural antisocial personality, but also a wandering AI."

If this was really the case, should they just run away? !

A rogue AI with antisocial personality has sneaked into Berlin!

[Elliot: Brother, what do you think about this?]

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Lille replied angrily:

[Liel: I think you should focus on collecting clues now! 】

Elliot quickly gathered his thoughts and focused on the matter at hand——

At this time, he suddenly discovered a very familiar scene:

Although Harlem Acre has good conditions, he did not choose to live in a skyscraper with better conditions. The aisles of this skyscraper are crowded and narrow.

Just like the workers' apartment building where he once lived.

Even the workers he saw on the road were very similar to him in the past: they were either as strong as a cow or as fat as a pig. They were wearing work clothes that had been worn for who knows how long. The smell soaked into them and they could be washed no matter how hard they were washed. Not clean.

This smell was once familiar to him, but it was slightly different from the smog outside. Ever since he walked out of Folkestone, he had never smelled that smell on himself.

Seeing the way the workers looked at him and how they were talking about each other, he suddenly realized

He now seems to be the two people who came to the apartment to question him, the two network surveillance agents:

He now has a tall, healthy figure, a prosthetic body only EC officials can afford, and a clean suit.

At that time, through Lear's technology, he could see the appearance of the two agents from the surveillance camera.

Elliot adjusted his pace and posture unconsciously.

Bang bang.

He stepped forward and knocked on the door, and Severns directly inserted the personal link into the search interface in front of the door.

"Who are you.?"

The person who walked out of the door was a fat man who looked like he hadn't slept for several days. There was a special emotion for a superior person in his eyebrows and eyes.

Although Elliot has never seen them, he is sure that he once viewed those network surveillance agents the same way.

He paused on the spot until Severns' doubtful voice came from behind him:

"Aren't you Harlem Aike?"