"The masses are blind! Their limited intelligence, when stacked, will only decrease! The three meals a day in front of them and the distant celebrity scandal are all they pay attention to! Short-sightedness and vulgarity are all their cognition of the technology that created the current Wenying! They are susceptible to shareholders, simply impulsive and ignorant, and only those who are fed and bored will elect a left-wing party for human rights! Fortunately, the world is not in their hands and cannot belong to them, which is why I am looking forward to Schultz! Welcome to him! He sticks to his own opinions and doesn't blindly cater to the electorate! .........”

"Hey, Ding Yi, are you online?"

"Ah, I hear you. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" Ding Yiwo is nested in the corner of the wall under the window of the high-rise building, overlooking the entire Independence Square. Two hours later, the presidential contenders' teams will arrive for a small propaganda speech. Members of the Blue House also came to Maidan ahead of time to check the security situation.

Wieson leaned over and reached under the sewer grille in the plaza to attach a sensor monitor. According to Ding Yi's arrangement plan, they included almost the entire square's electronic security under his cerebral cortex. With the help of weak magnetic induction devices everywhere, any wind and grass will be the first to be noticed by Ding Yi.

"Ding Yi, since there are already hackers from the Blue House in charge of security, what are we going to do?" Zhang Yi opened the cover of the light pole and pasted the current monitoring sensor inside. Kunjie put on his gloves and felt into the edge of the fountain. When the magnetic sensing devices are all in operation, and countless magnetic lines and waves are fed back, Ding Yi can view the physiological data of everyone in the square. It had become a hunting ground for his consciousness.

"It's probably an efficient team hired by them. They need our assistance and supervision to prevent someone from disrupting their activities. Ding Yi put down the binoculars and changed into a sniper rifle. Citizens, listeners, and supporters of political opinions came to take their seats in the center of the square. A Blue House hacker bodyguard was checking security on the podium, and he turned around to find Ding Yi. "Long-haired Dewey", the number one executor with the highest remuneration among the Blue House hackers, has over-the-horizon perceptual vision. From a distance of several kilometers, Di Wei could still see Ding Yi hidden in the floor, revealing only the muzzle of a gun.

Ding always looked towards Di Wei and gave an OK gesture in a friendly manner. Dewey took a sip of water and sat down easily. He wasn't nervous, because Ding Yi was marked with the identification code for the Blue House access. In order to distinguish friend from foe and form a unified defense network, members of the Blue House sometimes use identification codes, which are invisible communication codes that can only be identified between biohackers. The identification code is like a fluorescent substance in the dark, allowing the stealth communication of the biohacker to read the location and identity of the friendly soldier in the first time.

"Ding Yi, I heard that Enron will also come?" Wei Sen, Zhang Yi and Kun Jie were scattered all over the square, waiting for Ding Yi's orders.

"Maybe it will come." After passing Di Wei's inspection, Ding Yi silently picked up a black bullet casing beside him and quietly stuffed it into the chamber of the gun -- this is the task that the Blue House really gave Ding Yi to supervise. The bullets given to him by the door barn, which are also marked by special frequency generators, will not be detected by the identification protection circle of the biohacker, and can break through the defense line of the Blue House hacker and shoot any protected person. The real task given to Ding Yi by the Blue House is to prevent a small probability event from happening and mutiny.

"This time the Blue House paid special attention to it, and it was their intelligence that showed that the super-Homo sapiens and Enron were very likely to come to Philadelphia to assassinate the candidate. That's why we were sent to help. Ding Yi saw that more and more people were seated at the table. When the magnetic counterparts arranged throughout the square should be fully opened, Ding Yi was able to detect the heartbeat rate of everyone in each square. The dense invisible magnetic inductance lines cover the whole process, and if the debugged strong magnetic interval can be amplified, Ding Yi can almost use his brain consciousness to decide the life and death of these people who enter his "territory". All it takes is a few simple static generators, and the biohacking power can be instantly weaponized.

"Here they are." Yi Qiu, who was sitting in the logistics vehicle, reported. Escorted by several black off-road vehicles, the extended version of the Cadillac entered the field. The most talked-about and vocal parliamentarian, Karl Schulz entered the venue amid enthusiastic applause from his supporters.

"Heh, it's airtight, is this protection or stealth surveillance." Through the field of vision of the precision sensors arranged under the stage, Ding Yi detected that there were six people sitting in the first row of the audience, two groups of three, and their bodies reflected different thermal radiation. This means that none of them have a normal body temperature, and they are all biohackers of the Blue House. The goal, of course, is to ensure foolproof safety. With a future president in the encirclement, the Blue House has every potential to become the next college.

"Good afternoon, great birthplace of nations, great birthplace people!" The elector turned on the microphone, and the voice spread from the rostrum to the vast square. Ding consciously covered his ears. From the moment the sound entered the microphone, the entire noise production seemed to be done in Ding Yi's brain. He "saw" the audio signal coming into the power amplifier, the sound-generating element Case working, and the high-power amplifier converting the current into sound to propagate the parliamentarian's voice. Ding Yi can clearly see every step in progress. Even he was able to snap, pause the amplifier, and silence the councillor. Or mischievously hack into the vowel parts, and then make a sound that belongs to Ding Yi's head. Now Ding Yi wants to do this, simply as easily as playing with the ants on the table. But the premise is that the Blue House hacker doesn't interfere and doesn't interrupt him.

Ding Yi tilted his head to detect the top. There are two unmanned. The machine always maintains a full field of view of the square. Not surprisingly, these two are unmanned. The machine also carries an identification code. Blue House hacker, "Mobile Radar" Joe. Bia is connecting with no one from nobody. machine. She is a staunch biohacker who strongly supports the development of any biohacking technique and does not care about any negative perceptions. Standing behind the councillor was Tang Ming of the Blue House trio, with a highly strengthened mechanical prosthetic.

"Three months ago, Thomb, an engineer with the Bonville Power Authority, was killed in Baltimore. He is an electrical engineer and oversees power transmission maintenance in Maryland and Pennsylvania. Pulse Bomb melted his head, a unique way of dying for biohackers. The super-Homo sapiens killed him and left behind a bird's beak pattern; Three weeks ago, Mr. Bloomberg, an analyst at the RAND Think Tank, died in Rhode Island. He specializes in collecting polling data and predicting presidential elections. And he's a super-Homo sapiens with two hearts. There are signs of a hidden G-word hacker at the scene of the death. On the surface, this is a bit like an act of revenge on each other by two illegal organizations. Willock muttered to himself as he muttered words to himself. Hunter, a super-Homo sapiens investigator, and Willock, an assistant consultant, also entered the speech site in Independence Square.

"But Hunter, I always felt like it was a fight! The winner has not yet been decided! Willock crumpled up the message he had written on paper.

"After the death of Bloomberg, the analyst, the biohacker learned of his investigative report, and then someone crashed. According to this corresponding result, after the super Homo sapiens killed the hacker engineer Tomber, he should have also snatched something. ”

"I always feel that what super Homo sapiens gets, they will use it here......"