As for the technology he has revealed, after discussion by the think tank, it should be concluded as lost technology fished out from the other side of the Black Wall.
After all, Wanderers love to dig things out from those abandoned cities; it’s no surprise what they might dig out.
"Lucky guy..."
Miles closed the video and pressed the communication of another laboratory.
After connecting, Miles asked the experint personnel on the other side
"How’s the progress of Song Zhaoi’s modification experint?"
"The experint is currently considered to be going smoothly. Her hacker talents are quite high, and the analysis of the Black Wall is proceeding in an orderly manner."
"Considered?"
Miles disliked such ambiguous terms
"Yes." The person said hesitantly, "Recently, the data fluctuations of the Black Wall have been sowhat frequent, but they are still within acceptable ranges."
"Have you found out what’s causing it?"
The experint personnel thought to themselves, like "damn it", how could they possibly know about the Black Wall, so far they don’t even know how the Black Wall ca to be.
The network surveillance personnel who know the inside story are as tight-lipped as anything, and no amount of money can pry their mouths open.
This most powerful data software in human network history seed to have appeared out of nowhere, suddenly one day dividing the chaotic cyber world into the Old Net and the New Net.
Its power made everyone drool over it.
Including Miles.
"Our observer hackers suspect that recent fluctuations might be due to so AI on the loose sowhere trying to collectively breach the Black Wall, and Song Zhaoi, who is linked with the Black Wall, should know sothing, but we’ll have to wait until she wakes up to find out."
"Make it quick then."
Miles’ voice was very cold
"If necessary, take the necessary asures. I don’t want her to beco another failed Little Beidou, understand?"
If the power of the Black Wall could be obtained, even if only a small part, Song Zhaoi could beco a bomb that would blow up the networks of the entire West Pacific and several free states on the west coast of the United States. At that ti, the army of New Arica could easily sweep through Night City, even Huang Ban and the European Community would not dare to stop them.
"Understood!"
...
The dark sewers always reeked of a foul stench, a normal person would absolutely not co to such a damp and filthy place if it wasn’t necessary.
Yet Lin Miao’s players continued faithfully with their underground pipe scanning tasks.
Furthermore, there were always various little surprises to be discovered here.
So old gang smuggled goods, either because the gangs were wiped out, leaving things here that no one collected, or they themselves forgot they left stuff here.
From firearms to prosthetics, anything might be found, though not highly valuable, they could count as a small surprise for the players during their journeys.
Or so shady gang hideouts, drug manufacturing plants.
For example, the drug den found by [Parental Voucher], located in the sewers of the Coronado farm.
Under the flickering dim lights, seven or eight thugs from the Sixth Street Gang, wearing masks, used chemical instrunts themselves, manufacturing the currently hottest drug in Night City—Glitter, in the remade abandoned sewers.
"Heh heh..."
Parental Voucher was wearing a custom uniform made with all the money he earned in the ga Flash Save.
Though it wasn’t the Arkham bat suit he dread of, it was still an asylum suit made of bulletproof fibers and plates.
Of course, aside from so bulletproof function, it had no other use. In those chanics’ eyes, spending tens of thousands of Eurobucks on this suit, one must be either mad or insane.
And that big ch, sothing costing tens of thousands of Eurobucks, ended up being used by maids to serve drinks in bars.
This bunch of people had issues with their heads.
Parental Voucher pretended to pull up the cloak behind him to cover his mouth, saying in a purposely hoarse voice
"I am the night."
"I am vengeance."
"I—Am Batman!"
The Sword Saint behind him kicked him on the leg, "Alright, Orphan Cup Noodle, hurry up and get moving, stop showing off here."
The Voucher chuckled and then imdiately straightened his face, coughed twice, lowered the cloak, aid at the ventilation duct on the wall ahead, and climbed up the wall in two quick steps, opened the grille, and drilled inside.
As one of the Stealth Departnt players, his infiltration was much better compared to Brother Ni, who always got discovered.
Or it could be said that only Brother Ni was the odd one out, he was about to master it, yet still couldn’t hide.
Crawling along the ventilation duct all the way to right above the drug den, he didn’t make a single sound, quietly observing the entire layout of the den, and then quietly reported to Sword Saint and the others outside.
"Three on the left, five on the right, four rifles, two shotguns, two pistols, seems like there’s a boss and two henchn, looks a bit formidable."
"What do you think, do we take them on?"
Sword Saint, who was initially worried about being outnumbered, felt relieved to hear it’s only eight people
"Go! You start, we’ll rush in right away."
Upon hearing they were going to attack, Parental Voucher felt a surge of excitent.
How long had he waited for this day?
Too long!
This ga could realize his dream!
First, observe the terrain below, equipnt positions, enemy fire distribution, and line of sight blind spots, all of which were taught in infiltration tutorials.
Then find the right position and wait for the mont.
A mohawk underling carrying a basin with sticky white liquid looked a bit flustered
"Boss, this batch has been sitting for over two hours and still won’t solidify."
"Won’t solidify?"
Wearing a cowboy hat, a stubbled man with a cigar hanging from his mouth ca over to the production line, picked up a small spoonful of powder close to his nose to sniff, then spread it on a tray, stuck his cigar into the powder.
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