Chapter 222 NO00dd: Sacrifice and Trafficking

Chapter 222 NO.00dd: Sacrifice and Abduction

The Damocles Geothermal Power Station, located on the seventh floor underground in the Nord Resettlement Area.

Half a month has passed since the "Battle of the Broken Dome". In order to prevent the people in the resettlement area from being overly nervous, Booker Erwin, the leader of Ikaros, stopped showing up in public after announcing a joint statement of compromise by the six Olympus companies.

He built a room deep in the geothermal power station named "Damocles". Outsiders called it a meditation room, while Booker himself called it a prison cell.

After he was "imprisoned", he presided over the various tasks of the Ikaros Liberation Front in this secret room online.

Nowadays, rumors about the "meditation room" have been spreading and evolving among the people. Its existence, like Liao Qi, who burned himself out, has become a symbol in the hearts of the people.

As Mr. Paradox said, I have also become part of the legend...

In the simple meditation room like a tomb, Booker looked at the universal printer in the center of the room, which was constantly disassembling and reassembling, and thought so.

Most people believe that he has the ability and determination to play games with the company, so now his image has become a combination of a saint and a thug-half of the people in the resettlement area want him to die, but at the same time the other half hope that he can survive.

But Booker understands that even if he blows up the entire Nord resettlement area, it will not cause any serious losses to the company; just like even if Troy falls and is destroyed, it will not affect the immortality of the gods.

The life and death of countless mortals is just a pastime for the gods to pass the long time.

Thinking of this, Booker, who has been staring at the universal printer like an altar, laughed at himself.

He feels that he is now like a kind of sacrifice, placed in this "altar" as a symbolic sacrifice. Used to appease the emotions of the people. Let them believe that they are protected from the company's retaliation and enjoy their hard-earned freedom with trepidation.

As Mr. "Paradox" said, it is a human characteristic to be able to gain practical power from fictional stories - whether it is myths or legends; whether it is the Greek city-state three thousand years ago or the Nord resettlement area today.

After being locked in the meditation room, Booker saw that power:

Almost every day after the end of the "Battle of the Broken Dome", the strength and influence of the Ikaros Liberation Front are expanding at a speed that was unimaginable in the past. Booker's most work now is to help the organization step on the brakes to avoid laying more hidden dangers for the future.

After all, compared with the myths of the past, this era is still a little different - the gods in the past were just tools used by the rulers to whitewash their rule; and now the Nord resettlement area can stand, it really got the help of another god.

In the Abyss Dark Web, those human creations have become new gods. It is no longer the romantic era before the "Big Impact" that relied on scale and organization to defeat tyranny.

Not long ago, Booker received a new oracle: the existence named "Paradox" ordered him to prepare a portable computer with sufficient computing power and strong compatibility immediately.

A strange request, and as usual, Mr. "Paradox" did not explain the purpose of doing so. But Booker was sensible and did not ask in depth - it was a vision beyond human wisdom, a natural arrangement that was almost destiny.

The previous lesson told him that he might choose not to execute His orders. But all the consequences brought about by this will eventually need to be borne by himself.

After he found what Mr. "Paradox" wanted, the universal printer immediately started, transformed, and swallowed it - it looked like the gods took away their own sacrifices.

The universal printer kept changing, and Booker was patiently waiting for Mr. "Paradox"'s next instructions.

Without waiting too long, the universal printer that was constantly transforming and reorganizing in mid-air suddenly stopped. The expensive third-generation general-purpose tactical auxiliary core "Light Frame" that was "sacrificed" slowly fell to the floor intact.

This micro-tactical supercomputing auxiliary system produced by Valkyrie Security, a subsidiary of Minerva Information Technology, is the best external tactical core that the Ikaros Liberation Front can find now. Inserting it into any autonomous structure can improve its tactical game ability.

Even for a depth 4 adjuster like Booker, without considering compatibility and heat dissipation, the computing power of the "Light Frame" type general-purpose tactical auxiliary core is enough to give him a lot of advantages in battle.

Seeing this, Booker stepped forward and picked up the tactical core the size of a briefcase. The next moment, his brain-computer interface received the message left by Mr. "Paradox" - as if the firewall he installed was air.

[Send it to the deep blue area, someone will take it away]

"Paradox" only left this message.

After a brief check, Booker found that the data in the tactical core had been locked - he would not be stupid enough to try to crack it and find out what was installed by "Paradox" inside. But the leader of Icarus still can't help but think about why a dark network existence that can easily exile the directors of Olympus Enterprises would need such a primitive and inefficient computing medium for him. To copy some data?

But there is no doubt that Mr. "Paradox"'s further manipulation of basic reality is about to begin again.

Thinking of this, Booker felt extremely uneasy and connected the internal line with Shenlan:

【I have something important to ask of you】

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“I’ve heard that there are some gangs in the lower levels of the resettlement area who will trick citizens from the upper levels into crossing the border without documents.”

The corridor was dark and deep, and the dim and feeble lights flickered like extinguished candles. There were exposed wires and rusted and peeling metal casings everywhere.

It looked like a disemboweled mechanical python.

The middleman who claimed to know the senior management of the "Dark Blue Zone Bar" and could even talk to the owner, Deep Blue, was taking Jim along this little-known secret passage, crossing the boundary between the ground and the underground in the resettlement area.

"What's the benefit of kidnapping those pampered upper-class men?"

The man who wrapped himself tightly and looked extremely suspicious asked rhetorically.

"An upper-class citizen with legal registration information is worth a lot of money in itself."

Jim followed him and said casually:

"First, take their prosthetics and implants alive and resell them to the prosthetic black market; then send the video of the surgery to their families to defraud them of the redemption money; if that person is lucky enough, what will happen to him? If you have technology, you can live a little longer..."

In the field of private detectives, there are two types of cases that account for almost 90% of the business - divorce cases and disappearance cases.

Needless to say, divorce cases - help those who suspect their partner is unfaithful and search for tangible evidence of their partner's infidelity. Jim felt that since they had reached the point of looking for a private detective, there was only one excuse left for the relationship between the two to break up. Therefore, this should not be the job of detectives, but the job of lawyers.

As for the disappearance cases, nearly 50% of the disappearance cases that Jim has handled were abducted and sold to underground resettlement houses, that lawless place.

"...Women are pulled over and transformed into sex dolls, while men are sent to have their self-awareness erased and made into zombie slave workers. Those with really low quality will be sold to the 'Lobotomy Gang' and the 'Black Cross' Gangs like that take off the brainware and use it to make wetware.”

Jim couldn't help but feel funny when he thought that he seemed to be a target of trafficking.

He continued:

"If the supply of raw materials were not intermittent, you could even come up with a whole set of standardized industrial systems."

The "middleman" who was leading the way stopped and said:

"What do you mean?"

As he spoke, he quietly put his hand into his pocket.

"From the time we stepped into this tunnel together... no, from earlier, your attacking intentions are as annoying as the genetically modified mosquitoes flying next to your ears while sleeping."

Jim reached for the gun holstered under his arm.

But the opponent's movements were ten times faster than Jim's, and the pistol hidden in his pocket flickered as if something blinked.

A bullet hit Jim Leiter's head accurately.

I’m done with things at home, so I’ll start updating normally tomorrow.