Night Hacker Chapter 123: Power off and execution
It was raining at night and the cold wind was blowing, and the factory was already in sight.
"Ground vehicles, ground vehicles, you are breaking into the municipal welfare factory area, stop immediately!"
The armed helicopter roared and circled in the night sky, but the warning sound of the tweeter failed to stop the torrent of convoys on the ground.
There is no fence in this welfare factory, and the weak security force has been defeated by the rescue team before. At this time, the scattered ones dare not open fire on the flood of the convoy, otherwise they will die.
On the back of a low-tech pickup truck, Gu He couldn't help being nervous, facing so many gunpoints.
Beside, Lorna's off-road vehicle continued to follow closely, warning the low-tech people not to sing the song of the bone-blood man.
But all kinds of rough singing never stopped, and the team not only didn't stop, but also became bigger and bigger.
There are bosozoku motorcycles of various colors, shapes and flags coming at a high speed. Sitting on the car are not only bosozoku driving, but also superhumans who can fight from various organizations in Kabukicho.
By now, the rescue operation is no longer a secret, and Yakuza keeps the intermediaries updated.
At this time, Gu He got an order from the walkie-talkie worn by his ear: "The rescue team is trapped by the UHV power grid, ask the low-tech clan to help cut off the power, and be careful not to cause an electric explosion!"
He quickly told the situation to Jane and Captain Swing next to him, and some other low-tech people also heard it immediately.
"Electricity, modern technological magic!" Jane shouted again holding the microphone, "I can speak so loudly because of electricity. Electricity is the life-saving elixir of human beings, and it is also the lifeline of human beings..."
"Shut up." Gu He said anxiously, "There are many people waiting for help."
"It's not in the range yet." Jane said, paused and said: "Okay, now it's here."
The pickup trucks, motorcycles and off-road vehicles at the front of the convoy all rushed into the concrete road between the rows of factories.
Suddenly, Jane, Captain Swing, Big Dog, Fishbone, and hundreds of superpowers of the power-off profession system, although few of them are highly talented, most of them are in third gear, and they can barely reach third gear .
But these people in shabby clothes, on the pickup truck that rushed forward, launched the extraordinary program forward at the same time.
Professional department of power-off personnel, J-level program: power-off pulse, Q-level program: power shield
The nerve electrical signal of the power-off person is transformed into an extraordinary shock wave similar to an electromagnetic pulse, which has no effect on the human body of an ordinary person, but it does some damage to the ace route electronic transformation type superhuman.
The greatest power does not lie in its effect on the human body, but in its ability to cause damage to electronic equipment.
It breaks down the insulation, burns the circuit, destroys the stored data of the computer, and also makes all communication equipment such as radios fail.
This is a powerful sect profession, and it is also the cornerstone for the rise and survival of the low-tech race.
The power outagers are very harmful to industrial production, but the low-tech ethnic groups in various cities in Anzhou have been uniting to prevent the bank from easily provoking them, and they are not a group of casual troublemakers.
But now, Jane yelled, raising both palms forward.
The low-tech power-off people in the traffic flow are also like this. The rain splashes on their tattooed palms. As the program starts, the power-off pulses burst out from the nerves in their palms.
Like the low-tech people say, take out your anger and detonate the high-tech machines!
The power-off program can be combined into pieces, no matter it is J-level or Q-level, the more power-off pulses gathered, the more powerful it will be.
Gu He was at the starting point of the storm, and suddenly felt dizzy, all the electronic equipment in the surrounding vehicles buzzed, the songs played by the speakers stopped abruptly, and everything related to electricity was malfunctioning.
"Fight enough!" Lorna over there slammed the steering wheel to control the shaking off-road vehicle.
The fragment of electrical pulse had only a slight impact on the rear, and it rushed to the factory and warehouse in front in an instant.
The lights and street lamps from the buildings were extinguished one after another, showing the original night, and the sound of the circuit cracking and crackling continued.
Even in the middle of the night, the assembly lines in the workshops that were still working overtime to produce TVs, refrigerators and other Santo products, all the equipment exploded, and the blue-clothed workers in front of the assembly line were panicked and dazed.
There was another loud bang, and the UHV power grid surrounding the small area failed and exploded, causing the power pillars to crumble.
Although there is no stereo, Jane's shouts are still deafening, making the low-tech people cheer:
"Death to high-tech machines, they are trampling our dreams and trampling our future!"
At the same time, electric circuits exploded everywhere in the factory like fireworks were lit, and there was no longer any electric light everywhere.
The armed helicopter squad in the night sky was also affected by the power outage, shaking and almost crashing.
The cheers on the ground became louder and louder, and Hongliu of the convoy saw the figures of the rescue team and the children ahead.
Some members of the rescue team were also laughing, some were bowing to show respect, and some were raising their arms and shouting. Even if the electronic transformation of some players' bodies was damaged, the low-tech people still cheered.
Gu He let out a breath, it's done, it's done! In addition to the low-tech concept, the low-tech people really have two brushes.
Lorna stared at her green eyes. She already knew that there was a blood-eater's slave realm over there. Gu He told her just now.
"Er Huo, do you want to do something nice?" She asked Gu He while driving the car.
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As soon as Yasuto Taro was connected to the spiritual network, he felt that he was bound more seriously.
The data ocean of 0 and 1 is boundless, and all kinds of phantoms and visions are endless. He sensed that there were at least four different streams of data besieging his personality Rubik's Cube.
There are many people on the other side, and he has been poisoned by voodoo again, so he has to break free and escape, and jump to another network.
As long as it drags on for a while, the security guards enter the Zen room and connect his helmet into the net together, and they can surround the opponent.
"Where do you want to go?" Someone seemed to be saying that.
Hoto Taro couldn't jump out, the address was redirected... With his six-speed gear speed, he couldn't match it at all.
Overdrive operator, what's going on...Where did Yosuke Harafuji find such a person...
A huge data wall was built around him again, and there was a tower builder on the other side!
Q-level program of the tower builder professional department: the high wall rises
"I haven't cut the blood-eater's meat yet, please forgive me if the cut is not good."
A girl's voice said so, and she spoke the most sinister words in the most delicate tone.
Hoto Taro suddenly saw that the surrounding high walls changed into the shape of a large room, covered with various instruments of torture: guillotine, noose, skinning stool, nail chair, head-crushing machine...
For a moment, he felt cold all over.
Professional Department of Executioner, Master of the Eighth House, Housing.
The "big house" involves one of the voodoo teachings. Voodoo believers call themselves and each other "the children of the big house (PititKay)", and the sphere of influence of these house children in Liuguang City is the "big house area".
Housing, big house, secret room, place of execution.
The executioner is not a butcher, and his sole purpose is not to kill the other party, but to execute the punishment and bring sufficient physical and mental pain to the victim.
In the spiritual network, the concept of time will be different due to the speed of the network. For a highly talented executioner, even a millisecond can make the victim taste the pain before death.
"I really like watching the bank dog in pain, it's really great." The girlish voice said again.
"Good sister, he is yours now, use all your tricks." Another young woman said with a smile.
Bauteng Taro couldn't break free in the high-wall torture room, so he had to fight as hard as he could in fright and anger, using his blood-eater Q-level program: Boundary Arrival
The slave-raising realm temporarily descends on the location of the blood-eater, and puts all creatures within a range in a violent storm in the blood-slave field. All data is sucked, including their programs and personalities.
Advent of Realm is a more crazy and domineering group attack program than the combination of "Brain Slave Gathering Energy - Calling Brain Slave".
Not only will the personality of the blood-eater not collapse, but it will become higher and higher, and the more it absorbs, the more complete it will be.
"Ah!" Hoto Taro screamed, trying to take my life? I still don't know who killed whom!
This heart network space suddenly became turbulent, the torrent of data rushed back and forth, and a boundary was being formed amidst the turbulent waves.
"It's all good, let's change positions." The male operator said calmly.
Operator professional department, Q-level program: NG, redirect
With a jerk, it may not have taken even a second, whether it was Yato Taro or these Internet cowboys, they all jumped to another network location, and the slave-raising realm just now was thrown to nowhere.
"Ah..." Hoto Taro screamed again, this time full of aggrieved and unwillingness.
In front of the overdrive operator, he has no advantage in the psychic network.
The six-speed gear will slow down a bit, and there is even voodoo cutting his speed, he was betrayed by relatives and friends...
Boom, the high-wall torture chamber was built again to trap him.
Hoto Taro sat on a chair with iron nails as if his hands and feet were tied to death, his head was hooped into a head shredder, and his personality data was continuously destroyed, as if his whole body had been cut open.
Professional Department of Executioner, J-level Program: Fear of Death
The biological instinct of human beings produces the greatest fear of death, and this fear causes pain.
The more you fear death, the more painful it is.
A hero is not afraid of death; but a blood eater is terribly afraid.
The occupational department of the eighth house has always had many checks and balances for blood eaters.
Hoto Taro couldn't resist. After so many years of meditation, he still couldn't make himself calm down.
Fear and pain are piercing through his personality, and the light and shadow of the surrounding heart network are blurred and distorted.
He is not reconciled, really not reconciled, is it Yosuke Hara Fuji, or who, but he knows that he has lost, it's over...
"How about a knife for each of the children you killed?" The girl laughed like a silver bell, "How many children did you kill? Killed a thousand?"
Professional Department of Executioner, Q-level program: Cut to pieces
Hoto Taro felt that his head was cut off, but he didn't die, and he could still sense his body, but he just watched himself sitting on the nail chair being cut by a sharp blood knife~IndoMTL .com~Blood is draining little by little, the shadow of death is approaching step by step, the pain, the pain that keeps expanding.
Under the double bombardment of fear and pain, Taro Yato has already collapsed, and the blood eater has become the blood food of others.
"Get him done, the bank dog is about to come in." The male operator said again, "The host is also responding soon."
"Who are you... who are you..." Taro Baoto cried out unwillingly when his personality was disintegrated.
"It's just some house boy who avenges others for himself." The woman's voice was indifferent, "Now, go to die."
"It's a pity, I haven't played enough..." The girl sighed.
Suddenly, the executioner girl used the head crushing machine, and with a click, Hoto Taro's head was crushed into pieces of flesh and blood, and the completely collapsed personality Rubik's Cube burst open, becoming another pile of garbage data in the mind network.
The four Internet cowboys with smiley masks took a glance at the scene of death, then jumped away and disappeared without a trace.