The bullets came silently, like a venomous snake lurking in the rainforest attacking in vain when its prey let its guard down. Diaphragm

If it weren't for his own sharp intuition, Lin Mo might not have really fallen into the Tao.

Using the Miao knife to block the bullet, the dragon shadow that had persisted so far finally couldn't support it, the blade shattered, the metal piece flew over, and only the remaining half of the blade was connected to the hilt.

In a state of slowing down, Lin Mo looked straight ahead, staring at a corner in the distance.

There was only air, nothing there.

Holding the Miao knife with only half of the blade left in his hand, Lin Mo made a javelin throwing motion and threw the broken blade towards that corner.

The powerful explosive force threw the blade into the air, and the speed was almost comparable to that of a bullet out of the chamber, piercing the air straight through the metal wall.

The illusory air gradually became stained with blood, as if destroying some kind of color device, and the color of the air began to become a little incongruous, and finally with a burst of electric arcs, the figure hidden in the corner appeared. Diaphragm

He was dressed in a tight-fitting pitch-black suit, and even his head was shrouded in a hood, and he looked like a heavily armed SWAT officer.

Of course, also like a thug robber wearing a *** on his head.

The knife slammed right into his left chest, striking him precisely in the heart, and the stealthy sniper was pinned to the wall with his whole body weak, and the sniper rifle fell to the ground, shaking out a pouch.

The heart was traumatized, but it didn't look like he had an auxiliary heart implanted, and for this sniper, the countdown to death had come.

"The stealth combat suit, and the pouch that covers the firearm, and the familiar sound of gunshots, I took the train that night, you want to snipe me, right?" Lin Mo asked softly:

"I didn't expect you to snipe even your own teammates at the time."

The man in the black tights didn't speak, and his eyes hidden under the hood looked at Lin Mo. Diaphragm

The two looked at each other for a long time, and the man's seemingly limp body suddenly moved, taking off the hood with one hand, and quickly taking out a pistol from the holster at his waist with the other hand.

He smiled eeriely, his pistol pressed against his temple, his lips moving slightly as if to say something, and then the gunshot rang out.

Bang!

He's dead.

Lin Mo was like a spectator, quietly watching all this happen.

Then, he walked over to his long backpack, picked it up, turned around and walked towards the data cabinet.

...... Diaphragm

Cyberspace.

The whole world is blue, and the data particles make up every aspect of the whole world.

This is an illusory world, as if the real world has been filtered and simplified, and all the scenes you see in front of you are like using a flashlight to shine into the gray sky at night, and you can see particles of dust floating in the pillars of light.

In cyberspace, these "dusts" are the carriers of data-based information, which structure all aspects of the world, and each particle can be compared to 1KB of data traffic.

And in front of the data fortress to which Moore Technology belongs, three delicate women appear here.

Their bodies in the data network world are also composed of data particles, and they have different shapes, but they all have the general appearance of the real world.

….

"Lin Mo has been in for a while, according to the plan, he should have implanted the puppet program into the building's intranet, why haven't you contacted us until now... Could something happen to him?" A data woman with cat ears on her head muttered to herself worriedly. Diaphragm

Beside her, a data woman with short hair and a figure that appeared to be wearing an overcoat leaned against the "wall" of the data fortress and replied in a languid tone:

"As for caring so much about that kid? He took the risk of doing this mission himself, and he couldn't have thrown his life into it, Ah."

"Because I like him, I'm worried about him." The cat-eared woman replied without hesitation.

Such a straightforward and explicit answer couldn't help but make the lazy woman stunned for a moment.

She didn't expect that the hacker sister in front of her, who had cooperated several times, would reveal her heart so boldly, as if she had turned on a switch on herself, and she would no longer feel any shyness about her behavior...

What exactly did she go through?

And the last woman with flowing hair and a slender figure next to the two couldn't help but sigh and said: Lang

"Don't get your personal feelings involved, okay? This mission is to infiltrate Moore Tech's corporate building, Sasha, you've been in the Night City for longer than me, you should understand the risks of this mission."

The lazy woman glanced at her friend, and couldn't help but be a little stunned, why did the other party's words sound okay at first glance, but after careful study, why did this tone smell of gunpowder?

These two guys are teammates in that kid's team, is this a conflict between colleagues?

The lazy woman didn't have a clue after thinking about it, and finally wisely chose to withdraw from this battlefield that did not belong to her.

She took a few steps back to make room for the field and didn't continue to speak.

After all, she is just an outsider who works for money, and the current boss is still Mann, so there is no need to get involved in other people's team.

Sasha glanced at Lucy, but eventually sighed, realizing that she was a little concerned. Diaphragm

"As long as he puts the puppet program into the data control unit, there won't be much risk for us this time... But if he fails, then our operation will be over before it even begins." She whispered.

Lucy looked at her quietly, wanting to say something, but the words hidden in her heart eventually lingered in her throat, not a word spoken.

The trio continued to stay in front of the data fortress until the accident happened.

It seems that something is happening in the outside world that has caused the impact on the cyberspace of the Internet.

The data fortress that represented the Moore Tech building collapsed silently, and the particles that fell were like dust on the walls.

A data worm with only metallic luster and green fluorescent eyes climbed the outer wall of the fortress, gnawing at the walls of data particles, all silent, like a mime.

Eventually, the protective wall on the perimeter of the fortress cracked, and the worms that had fulfilled their mission dissipated in cyberspace, revealing a gap in the outer wall of the fortress, and looking inside, there was a staircase leading to the heights. Diaphragm

Puppet program - worms.

Puppet program - gate.

The three women glanced at each other, nodded their heads, and ran to the stairs as fast as they could, towards the top of the fortress.

….

They were so fast that they reached the top of the fortress almost instantly, and began to control and take over the cyber world near the 100th floor of the Moore Tech Building in the real world.

In the online world, they only need to express the corresponding "will", they can make the action of "shrinking the ground into inches", and they can also transform the world like "gods".

Of course, if they encounter extremely aggressive e-protection, they will also be "unable to move an inch" and change from "gods" to "ordinary people".

As they operated, huge amounts of data traffic began to pour into their real-world delicate brains through the hacker chairs. Diaphragm

Their bodies began to heat up dramatically, like a gradual burning firewood, but the temperature was quickly cooled down by the tight-fitting special black body.

[Stable operation for many years, comparable to the old version of the book-chasing artifact, old bookworms are using.]

His reputation will spread throughout Night City and the world, and then we can work with him, he is the best suitable."

"Until then, we can give him a gift."

The blue figure smiled, and although the smile was undiscernible in cyberspace, he was visibly amused.

He held out his hand, out of thin air.

Suddenly, a red gift box appeared at the door of the passage, looking unusual.

"Since Buttermos destroyed the online world, many of the 'spells' he created have disappeared, he is very strong, but his intelligence is far from enough, he needs hackers, and they can make up for his shortcomings." Diaphragm

The blue figure continued to whisper, as if in contact with someone.

After a long time, he lifted his foot lightly, put it to the ground, and the whole person disappeared in place.

......

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(ps: The plot related to Mr. Blue Eye is created by the author Jun Er, please don't be too harsh, after all, no clear explanation has been given in the game.) )

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