Song Zhaoi no longer rembers how many tis she has undergone human experintation. Under the orders of that woman, military technology continuously installs various oversized experintal hacker prosthetics on her to enhance the hacker capability limit of the Nightingale, then send her to uncover the underlying logical code of the Black Wall.
The best case would be to control parts of the Black Wall, and if not, open a stable data channel to the Old Net for military technology hackers to safely search for lost technology.
The worst case scenario, make a Black Wall bomb to paralyze parts of the Black Wall data, forcibly hold the European Community or other large corporations hostage at the cost of impacting the new network, compelling their withdrawal from the North Arican market.
It's just that the complexity of the Black Wall data repeatedly causes them to hit a wall, only barely finding a trace after investing billions in Orokin.
"The nineteenth Black Wall data access experint, begin."
Upon hearing this number, Song Zhaoi's expression flickered; she had already endured this torture eighteen tis, each ti leaving her in agony, wishing she were dead. No matter how she pleaded, it always resulted in Miles' hypocritical reprimands and so-called postponed experints.
Here, no one cares what a tool inside a showcase thinks. They gather around the one-way transparent showcase, observing Song Zhaoi like a machine undergoing a pressure test.
The people above only care about the experintal results.
Under the control of the experint personnel, Song Zhaoi's consciousness neural network was forcibly connected to the Black Wall. She couldn't even actively refuse the massive crimson-black data stream capable of easily crushing the brain of Song Zhaoi, the genius hacker from the United States, and could only allow the complex and highly aggressive data to wander throughout her neural network.
As the experint officially began, those white coats outside the window
"The subject's brain temperature is rising, engaging the cooling system."
"Connect to the server network to share computing pressure."
"Heart rate normal, energy consumption increasing...."
"Synchronization rate rising, 63%.65%.67%...."
The white room was bustling, but Song Zhaoi was destined not to hear their voices.
Her consciousness has already traveled to another world with the access to the Black Wall data.
It was another ocean of crimson-black data.
There was neither north, east, south, nor west
No up, down, left, or right
Nor was there any restraint by worldly morals.
Therefore, even though the Black Wall and its opposite were extrely dangerous entities for every hacker, for Song Zhaoi, this place was an exceptionally rare ti without constraints.
She was like a true bird, flying and shuttling through this perilous ocean of data, just like many years ago before she was recruited by Li De into the Special Intelligence Bureau.
An ordinary hacker, a vast Endless data space.
Among it stood data fortresses of corporate giants, dangerous yet full of challenges, awaiting the young and impetuous hackers to launch their rebellion.
But none of these existed in the Black Wall.
No people
No events
Nothings
"Big Brother Niu, I haven't heard about the blue ribbon and silver dal story for five seconds."
"Hahaha, well, I have no choice but to reluctantly tell you again how I saved the mansion from collapsing, capturing a spy single-handedly."
?
Soone?
The sudden voice made the Nightingale quickly stop, no longer advancing deeper into the Black Wall, but attempting to re-analyze and capture the audio she just heard amidst the constantly floating data stream around her.
This wasn't the first ti she heard voices in the Black Wall. Several tis before, she vaguely noticed traces of soone moving within the Black Wall, becoming more frequent.
However, Song Zhaoi never shared these findings with the military technology researchers.
Because it would an soone was ahead of New Arica, and in order to catch up and identify them, military technology would only intensify their tornt of her.
The so-called loyalty, the so-called patriotism, had long vanished through Song Zhaoi's personal experiences.
But this ti, the voice was becoming clearer.
This made Song Zhaoi start to confirm that there must be traces left by them at her location, and the distance wasn't far.
Song Zhaoi didn't know if she was stronger compared to legendary hackers like Ote and Spider Murphy from decades ago, but she was sure there shouldn't be any hacker stronger than her in New Arica, or even in North Arica.
Except for a certain hacker god, no one generally would dare to compare themselves to him; it would be self-inflicted humiliation.
Perhaps the other party didn't disguise their activities in the Black Wall at all. In her trace roots, Song Zhaoi quickly passed through a layer of data curtain, and the world in front of her changed accordingly.
The originally shapeless floating tide of data was controlled and mobilized by special programs, forcibly constrained into a real shape. Appearing again in Song Zhaoi's view was a giant semicircular building, with circles of seats around the central square stage, and a 360° no blind spot zoom screen suspended above the stage so everyone could see every move on it, resembling a WWE competition venue.
What...
Where is this?
This damn Black Wall?
Anyone who didn't know would think she had run into a football stadium.
Song Zhaoi even thought she was dreaming, but the noisy competition scene and the flowing crowd were so real, everything right in front of her.
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