Chapter 263 Dark Death House Bible

Next door to Hanging Street, Red Dream Club

At the entrance of the club, two men in sunglasses stared coldly at the people around them, with their hands on their waists.

As Mrs. Red Dream's Ma Zai, they are used to seeing the ups and downs of the outer city. The rise, expansion, and decline of new gangs. Some lucky ones established security companies and left here, while some gangs fell apart due to various unexpected factors. , there are also some gang leaders who will sell the entire gang at a good price, move to the enterprise zone themselves, and become the management of the enterprise.

The gang that was betrayed was a large-scale group experiment.

The only ones who can really stay here are some old monsters under the water, like Madam Red Dream.

Therefore, facing the threat of gangs, they took it very seriously and took a very high attitude.

However, it was somewhat unexpected that these people were not members of the Welfare Gang, nor were they vassal forces of the Welfare Gang, but civilians from the outer city.

It's actually easy to distinguish between civilians and gangsters. Those prosthetic eyes have five or six product placements implanted in them, playing them continuously for 30 hours, or they are covered in experimental prosthetics, and take experimental drugs, causing their expressions to become distorted from time to time. Yes, that is 100% civilian correct.

These technological experiments are not entirely the result of companies’ pervasive advertising and forced trials. A considerable part of them are the choices of ordinary people.

In the city that never sleeps, businesses have to pay taxes, self-employed individuals have to pay taxes, and individuals have to pay taxes.

If you are a corporate employee, there will naturally be companies that help you pay data tax.

If he is a member of the White Gang, he can complete automatic tax payment by killing people, yes, and testing new weapons.

And if you are the same person and want to survive in Night City, actively accepting various corporate benefits is actually a wrong choice.

Happy biopharmaceutical trials only require a 'pain nerve resection' to resolve the problem.

Tongzi's prosthetic transformation experiment only requires a 'weakened virtual machine' to complete it. If he is lucky and comes across a new type of networked device for testing, he can even retreat into cyberspace and enjoy the mental freedom of being completely separated from the physical body. Becoming a cybernetic means no longer being disturbed by the world.

That type of people is actually the smallest in Night City. We can be natives, bionics, or even advanced AI.

We don’t have it during the day, and we don’t have it at night either. A virtual machine is enough to last a lifetime. Before death, the brain parts can be sold in exchange for a ‘holographic projection urn’.

Only when I have money, I will show up on the streets in a small way, and look at each company's new products with the eyes of an "emperor", and see the benefits of using my "products".

Weak companies, such as monopolies and global hegemons, will also provide sufficiently superior additional services for that type of "capsule people", such as stimulating body sensations and weakening the virtual machine experience.

Typical, as long as you act bad enough, I, the King of Heaven, will be a bird too!

And our nicknames, "Sensory Experiencer", "Capsule Man", and "Capsule Emperor", each one is more awesome than the other.

We are called ‘capsule people’ because our role in cyber society is very much like the ‘edible capsule’ inside a drug.

What surprised the two fierce girls in sunglasses was that those who surrounded the entrance of Sister Ji's club in circles were all "capsule people".

It felt like Xiao Baitian was living like a ghost!

"Sister Sakura——"

One of the security guards quickly held down his collar and reported down using a button communicator.

"Don't be slow to do it, see what we want to do."

In fact, the security guard thought the same way. Instead, they were dealing with the group of strong chickens, but the capsule men behind the eyes. Each one of them was involved in drug trials, advertising experiments, and prosthetic body trials of at least a dozen small companies. They killed them. If something happens to us and we offend certain departments of certain companies, even Sister Ji and Mrs. Ji will feel very troubled.

What's more important is that those people were drooling and their eyes were white. It looked like they had regressed into "physical trusteeship". Even if they hacked me to death, I knew what was happening.

It is worth mentioning that the technology of "renting a human body" is especially used in certain places where children are suitable, such as our Jijie Club, where white-collar workers, employed people, married people, and unmarried people of all statuses are welcome. , perfectly suited to all his hobbies.

But when that kind of technology is used against one's own people, it's a pain in the ass.

"Those people are typical dead pigs because they are afraid of being scalded by boiling water," a woman in sunglasses gritted her teeth.

Those capsule people are really just dead pigs. They are afraid of being scalded by boiling water. I don’t even care about being alive, so why are you afraid that they will kill you? If he has no ability, he will do it. If he kills your company, you will cause trouble for him!

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In Sister Ji's club, Sister Sakura looked at the holographic projection with an expression on her face, her long mechanical nails ticking one after another. Only strangers would know that it was your expression when you were relaxed.

Next to her, Hong Meng was also very relaxed. The reason why she was relaxed was that Mrs. Ji was in the club.

With or without that little Buddha standing in the foreground, you would be very frightened when facing the group of ‘urban zombies’.

My seventh death will be at the hands of those 'capsule people'. I heard that dead otakus are very perverted, and those people are almost the ultimate white and dark versions of dead otakus.

Seeing Huo Lun relaxed, Sister Sakura's nails were hooked, and she said fiercely: "With the firepower of the club, there is still a problem in killing those thousands of people."

Hong Meng breathed a sigh of relief, and then immediately became eager to try. If he could get rid of those thousand big monsters, he would gain a lot more experience.

Get off! Get off! I personally use the machine gun to clear out the monsters!

Sister Sakura glanced at the other party and saw what the other party was thinking, and said: "Your real enemies are us, the people behind us."

"who?"

"Hard-coded Emperor."

Thanks to the news flying all over Ji Jie's club avenue, Hong Meng really knew who the cyber emperor was.

My true identity is actually a cyberpunk, and a fallen cyberpunk.

As a profession in the chaotic camp, it can be called a "degenerate" behavior. This basically has nothing to do with criminal law.

To put it simply, the white customer failed and became a member of the growing group of ‘capsule people’.

Although that 'technical nerd' changed his job to a 'white dark dead otaku' for some unknown reason, my technical skills were obviously not lost. During the process, I developed a series of human brain cracking software, which can be very small. Get benefits from the company to a certain extent and isolate the company's experimental losses. There are few benefits and you can even go whoring for nothing.

As for how to obtain that kind of ‘cracked software’, call my name, praise my name, and promote my deeds.

Thus, ‘Hard Code Emperor’ was born!

As for what made this white guy appear in the first place, was he addicted to colorful virtual pleasures, transformed into a cyber god, or was he simply recruited by a company, and once again changed his job from a dark and dead house to a struggling force? Someone was vague.

But that series of compressed file packages of ‘human brain cracking software’ has become the legendary ‘capsule Bible’.

The street sect of 'Hard Coded Emperor' has risen rapidly because of the end of the 'White and Dark Death House Bible'. It is now the leader in the seventh echelon among street sects, and its number is close to that of the first echelon. Turingism.

In the holographic projection, these broken capsule people performed various worship movements under the control of the operator in front of the screen. Some of them were on standard soil seats, some of them danced house dances, and some of them performed house dances. Some ended up crying and called out the ID of a certain virtual idol, and some took out their little-purpose cheer sticks.

The last moment, there was a bright red light in Sister Ji's club.

The projection of the local area network fell behind the seven men - the same virtual sister club. The data flow like raindrops ended up hitting the surface of the 'Red Meng Club', while in small doors, pipes, underground tunnels and other places, a small amount of virtual People get in together, even in the thick mosaic, one by one the capsule people end up weakly 'passing' through the wall.

"Madam is here. Someone is manipulating the local area network. You have to retreat. The protection of the local area network is being destroyed!"

Sister Sakura pressed a hidden mechanism. At the last moment, the bar counter opened, revealing a small number of entrances. A small number of android girls started walking like zombies, and their necks, wrists, temples and other parts opened one after another. The plug poked out.

The data transmission function of the LAN was turned on, and Hong Meng suddenly felt a heavy weight on his head. When he reacted, he was shocked to find that the gray skill under the player panel, the 'Network Implantation' skill, was lit.

"Damn it, let me get off the net and squirt with someone, that sister is the best at it!"

At the last moment, Hong Meng's tentacles separated ten plugs and inserted them into the interface one by one.

‘That move suddenly felt so offensive. ’

The sensory signals turned into countless numbers and flowed in the digital space. Hongmeng felt like he was being hugged tightly and then loosened by one fierce woman after another.

It feels good and refreshing

This makes Hong Meng, who is a young senior sister in the butter area, extremely unbearable. You really want to say, "Let's do it together. Sister is in a hurry."

After all, the local area network is like cyberspace, which can allow him to immerse himself in the ocean of pseudo-sensory signals.

Before the intermittent 'digital dialing', Huo Lun finally collected enough pseudo-sensory signals, his eyes turned white, and when the light came on again, he logged into the 'Ji Jie Club' again.

It’s just that the ‘Huo Lun Club’ is a local area network.

"Hey, how is it different from reality?"

The real Hongmeng is far away from the bar, while the Huo Lun in the LAN is on the seventh floor above ground, in the famous studio area, with various pink exercise rooms, and various professional exercise tools outside. .

"Is that hinting at something, sister?"

The last moment, a figure appeared on the ground, a capsule man in reality.

"Open the monster, open the monster!"

In the local area network, Hongmeng felt that her energy was limited and her tricks were limited.

At the last moment, like Sadako opening her eyes, countless implanted threads spurted out, and very slowly, battle records came out one after another.

[He killed the hallucination clone of ‘Capsule Man’ Shinji, experience +30]

[He killed the hallucination clone of the ‘Capsule Man’ Mi Toma, experience +30]

[He killed the hallucination clone of ‘Capsule Man’ Allen, experience +30]

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"Illusion clone?"

Hallucination clone: ​​In the colorful virtual world, every touch, every addiction, and every resonance of nerve signals will produce a hallucination clone.

Note: The difference between reality and virtuality is the difference between white and darkness. The real world is eternal!