The next day, everyone gathered outside the hotel to prepare for the return trip.

Dong Dong rode on the suitcase and flattened his mouth listlessly: "How did the holiday pass so quickly. I don't feel like I have had enough."

Su Mo smiled and rubbed her head: "There are many holidays, and I will have the opportunity to come back in the future." ”

"Ready to go?" Shangguan Li, who was dressed in casual clothes, walked over and prepared to say goodbye.

Su Mo: "Yes, the plane for a while, what about you?" ”

Shangguan Li: "I'll play for two more days and come back the day after tomorrow." ”

She took out her business card and handed it to Su Mo: "In the future, we will have frequent contact, and we should have a lot of places to cooperate in business." ”

Although the mercenary profession is said to lick blood from the knife edge, it is essentially no different from doing business.

There is competition between peers, and there will be cooperation, and there is always nothing wrong with having multiple friends.

St. Rivland and his party, Su Mo and Shangguan have not said how deep their friendship is, at least they have a little friendship.

There is a friendship between the head of the group, and it will be more convenient for the two mercenary groups to do things in the future.

Su Mo exchanged business cards with her, and said politely: "Regarding the time to enter the industry, I am a junior, and I will ask the seniors to take care of me in the future." ”

Shangguan Li's eyes were about to roll to the back of his head: "I've known each other for so many days, and I still say these boring polite words. Gone, I swam away. ”

Shangguan left the passing Dongdong, glanced at her, and said meaningfully: "Practice hard, second master, there are many people in Crescent City who are stronger than me, you have to catch up early." ”

Dongdong seemed to be a little angry about the previous "forced draw", deliberately parting his face and not speaking.

Shangguan didn't say much, and just wanted to leave, he suddenly heard a call from Dong Dong: "Hey." ”

Shangguan Li turned his head.

I saw that Dong Dong was still facing him, but he stretched out his small fist towards Shangguan Li.

Shangguan Li smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and bumped fists with Dong Dong.

The people on the edge boarded the tourist bus outside the hotel and set off for the return trip.

It was already afternoon when everyone arrived at Crescent City.

As the bus pulled from the airport into the rusty walled area, it was a stark contrast to the bustling skyscrapers in the distance.

Knock leaned on the side of the car window, looked at the scenery outside and muttered, "I always feel like something is missing."

"Dido-to-" At this moment, a piercing siren sounded.

On the street ahead, a security patrol car was chasing a modified pickup truck, and the people in the passenger seats on both sides leaned out of the windows and shot at each other with guns.

Fighting, the modified pickup truck was forced to a dead end.

"the authorities' dog!" The gangsters took out a bazooka and blew up the security patrol car with a "boom".

The sheriffs crawled out of the car in embarrassment, hid in bunker and turned on the communicator: "We are under heavy fire from gangsters at the intersection of Lawson Street and Peake Street in the Rust Wall District, ask for help, ask for help." ”

The two sides continued to fire at each other, heavy weapons bombarded back and forth, bullets flew indiscriminately, and smoke of gunfire rose everywhere.

Nearby residents skillfully closed the door and hid in their homes, and some of the brave ones even looked out from the balcony to watch while eating melon seeds.

Seeing this, Dong Dong clapped his hands: "Well~ That's right, this is Crescent City!" ”

The crowd laughed.

Don't look at the proximity of St. Rivland to the Borderlands, there are often armed people smuggled in by outsiders, kidnappings and kidnappings at every turn.

Compared to Crescent City, it was really just a drizzle.

The average number of missing persons in St. Rivland is just over forty per year.

And there are more than forty missing people in Crescent City in a day.

If Crescent City can achieve St. Rivland's data, the city council speaker is estimated to give Schenkov ten kowtows.

Su Mo yawned boredly, opened the car window and climbed out: "Anyway, I have nothing to do, let's do it bravely." I want to follow up with me, and I am not interested in taking a detour back to the building. ”

After helping the sheriff catch the gangsters, Su Mo returns to the Edge Building and goes to the underground laboratory.

He found the future and greeted, "Yo, long time no see, how are these days?" ”

"You're back." Future looked at the data on the computer and said nonchalantly, "That's it." ”

"How about that?" Su Mo looked at the computer and asked curiously, "What have you been working on lately?" ”

Future: "I don't want to study the black virus, I'm doing some preliminary work." Do you know telencephalite technology? ”

Su Mo nodded: "I know, a technology that allows the human brain to be directly connected to external devices, and realizes the direct exchange of brain electricity and device information." ”

The future hummed: "The teleencephalic technology is very mature in the entertainment industry, but there are still some technical difficulties in the field of scientific research and application. ”

"I recently talked to a few friends, and they all felt that telencephalic technology would have a revolutionary impact on the hacking industry."

Su Mo came to be interested: "Oh? How so? ”

Future explained: "You should know that the current information attack and defense are based on the operation of the program, which not only tests the program architecture, but also tests the information processing ability of the hacker himself. ”

"If the application difficulties of telencephalic technology are overcome, hackers will be able to connect their consciousness to electronic devices and directly process information, and the efficiency will be exponentially improved."

Su Mo asked tentatively: "You are saying that if the teleencephalic technology is successfully researched, you will be able to compile the black virus?" ”

Future quickly shook his head: "No, compilation is compilation, efficiency is efficiency." The telencephalon simply provides more efficient technical support for hackers. ”

"It's like an advanced firearm, handing it over to a sharpshooter can maximize its efficiency, but handing it to someone who doesn't know how to use a gun is not much different from a firewood stick."

"If you want to control and compile the black virus, a top hacker is essential, this is the foundation. Other technologies are just auxiliary. ”

Su Mo couldn't help sighing: "I won't know where to find a suitable hacker for a while, I'll look for it slowly in the future." You've had a hard time these days. ”

Future: "It's okay, it's okay to have an assistant to help." The people you are looking for are quite reliable, especially Luo Mingsheng. ”

At this time, a middle-aged man in a white jacket walked into the laboratory, he looked kind and kind, and had the temperament of an uncle next door.

"That's it." The future beckoned to Luo Mingsheng, "Old Luo." ”

Luo Mingsheng trotted over with a kind smile on his face: "Future Chief Division, Commander Su." ”

Luo Mingsheng is an expert in brain science and technology, with a pure scientific research background, no background in the mercenary industry, and he answers all kinds of questions raised in the future during the interview, and his personality is also easy-going, and he has a good relationship with his colleagues.

"Among the people I know, Lao Luo's technical level is very good." Future patted Luo Mingsheng's arm and said with a smile, "Come on, let's work hard tonight and strive to finish processing the data at hand before the 9th." ”

Luo Mingsheng said apologetically: "I'm sorry, chief teacher, I made an appointment with a friend tonight, and I'll work overtime tomorrow, okay?" ”

The future waved his hand: "It's okay, it's okay, we don't have to work overtime, and it's only the 6th today, and there are still two or three days, so there is plenty of time." ”

"Number 6." Su Mo suddenly muttered, "Today is December 6th."

Future: "yes, what's wrong?" ”

Su Mo waved his hand and left: "It's okay, you guys are busy." ”

He thought to himself: On December 6th, there is one thing to pay attention to.

(End of chapter)