Chapter 228 Computer Technology

The next day, everyone gathered outside the hotel and prepared to return.

Dongdong sat on the suitcase, squinting listlessly: "Why did the vacation pass so quickly? I feel like I haven't had enough fun yet."

Su Mo smiled and rubbed her head: "There are many holidays. Come again when I have the opportunity."

"Ready to leave?" Shangguanli, wearing casual clothes, came over and prepared to say goodbye.

Su Mo: "Yes, we have a flight in a while. How about you?"

Shangguanli: "I'll play for two more days and come back the day after tomorrow."

She took out her business card and handed it to Su Mo: "Let's keep in touch when we have time in the future. There should be many areas where we can cooperate in business."

Although the mercenary profession is about licking blood, it is essentially no different from doing business.

There will be competition among peers, but there will also be cooperation. It is always right to have multiple friends.

St. Rivland and his party, Su Mo and Shangguan Li had formed a deep friendship, at least a bit of friendship.

If there is a friendship between the group leaders, it will be more convenient for the two mercenary groups to do things in the future.

Su Mo exchanged business cards with her and said politely, "I am a junior in terms of my entry into the industry. Please take care of me from senior Shangguan in the future."

Shangguan Li rolled his eyes almost to the back of his head: "We've known each other for so many days, and we still say these boring polite words. Let's go, I'm going swimming."

Shangguan Li passed by Dongdong, glanced at her, and said meaningfully: "Practice hard, Second Master. There are many people in Crescent City who are better than me. You have to catch up as soon as possible."

Dongdong seemed to be a little bit upset about the previous "forced tie", and deliberately turned his face away and kept silent.

Shangguan Li didn't say anything more. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly heard Dong Dong's call: "Hello."

Shangguan Li turned around.

Dongdong was still looking away, but he stretched out his fist towards Shangguanli.

Shangguan Li smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and fist-bumped Dong Dong.

Everyone on the edge boarded the tour bus outside the hotel and started to return.

It was already afternoon when everyone arrived in Crescent City.

The bus drove into the Rusty Wall District from the airport and saw the old and dilapidated streets again, in sharp contrast to the bustling skyscrapers in the distance.

Dongdong was lying by the car window, looking at the scenery outside and muttering: "I always feel like something is missing."

"Didi beep, beep, beep -" At this time, a harsh alarm sounded.

On the street ahead, a security patrol car was chasing a modified pickup truck. People in the passenger seats on both sides leaned out of the car windows and shot at each other with guns.

After a while, the modified pickup truck was forced into a dead end.

"Go to hell, you dog of the authorities!" The gangster took out a rocket launcher and blew up the security patrol car with a bang.

The sheriffs climbed out of the car in embarrassment, hid in the bunker and turned on the communicator: "We were attacked by gangsters with heavy firepower at the intersection of Lawson Street and Peak Street in Rusty Wall District. Please support us. Please support us."

The two sides kept firing at each other, heavy weapons firing back and forth, bullets flying randomly, and smoke rising everywhere.

The nearby residents skillfully closed their doors and hid in their homes. A few brave ones even stuck their heads out of their balconies, eating melon seeds and watching.

Dongdong saw this and clapped his hands: "Yeah~ That's right, this is Crescent City!"

Everyone laughed.

Even though St. Rivland is so close to Borderlands, armed forces from outside the Great Wall often sneak in, kidnapping, kidnapping, and the like.

Compared to Crescent City, it was really just drizzle.

The average number of missing persons in St. Rivland is only over forty per year.

There are more than forty missing people in Crescent City every day.

If the Crescent City could achieve St. Rivland's figures, the mayor would probably have to kowtow to Schenkov ten times.

Su Mo yawned out of boredom, opened the car window and climbed out: "There's nothing to do anyway, so just do what's right. If you want to come with us, follow me. If you're not interested, take a detour and go back to the building."

After helping the sheriff catch the gangster, Su Mo returned to the Edge Building and went to the underground laboratory.

He found the future and said hello: "Hey, long time no see. How have you been these days?"

"You're back." Future said casually, holding his chin and looking at the data on the computer, "That's it."

"What's that like?" Su Mo looked at the computer and asked curiously, "What are you studying recently?"

Future: "Don't you want to study the Black Jue virus? I'm doing some preparatory work. Do you know about terminal brain technology?"

Su Mo nodded: "Yes, a technology that allows the human brain to directly connect with external devices and realize direct exchange of brain current and device information."

Future hummed: "Terminal brain technology is already very mature in the entertainment industry, but there are still some technical difficulties in the field of scientific research and application."

“I recently communicated with several friends, and they all felt that terminal computer technology will have a revolutionary impact on the hacker industry.”

Su Mo became interested: "Oh? What should I say?"

Future explained: "You should know that current information attack and defense rely on program operation, which not only tests the program structure, but also tests the hacker's own information processing capabilities."

"If the application difficulties of terminal brain technology are overcome, hackers can connect their consciousness to electronic devices and directly process information, and the efficiency will increase exponentially."

Su Mo asked tentatively: "Are you saying that if the research on terminal brain technology is successful, you can compile the Black Jue virus?"

Future quickly shook his head: "No, compilation is compilation, and efficiency is efficiency. The terminal brain only provides more efficient technical support for hackers."

"It's like an advanced firearm. If you hand it to a sharpshooter, it can maximize its efficiency, but if you hand it to a person who doesn't understand guns, it's no different than a match stick."

"If you want to control and compile the black virus, a top hacker is indispensable. This is the foundation. Other technologies are just auxiliary."

Su Mo couldn't help but sigh: "I don't know where to find suitable hackers for a while. I will look for them slowly in the future. You have worked hard these days."

Future: "It's okay. It's okay to have an assistant to help. The person you found is quite reliable, especially Luo Mingsheng."

At this time, a middle-aged man in white clothes walked into the laboratory. He looked kind and kind, with the temperament of the uncle next door.

"We'll be here as promised." Waiwei waved to Luo Mingsheng, "Lao Luo."

Luo Mingsheng trotted over with a friendly smile on his face: "Future Chief Division, Commander Su."

Luo Mingsheng is a brain science and technology expert with a purely scientific background. He has no background in the mercenary industry. During the interview, he answered various questions asked about the future fluently. He has an easy-going personality and has a good relationship with his colleagues. He has already passed the probation period and became a regular employee.

"Among the people I know, Lao Luo's technical level is very good." Future patted Luo Mingsheng's arm and said with a smile, "Come on, let's work harder tonight and strive to process the data at hand before the 9th. over."

Luo Mingsheng said apologetically: "Sorry, chief engineer, I have an appointment with a friend tonight, and I will work overtime tomorrow, okay?"

Future waved his hand: "It's okay, it's okay. We don't have to work overtime here, and today is only the 6th. There are still two or three days left, so there is plenty of time."

"The 6th." Su Mo suddenly muttered, "Today is December 6th."

Future: "Yes, what's wrong?"

Su Mo waved his hand and left: "It's okay, you can just go about your business."

He thought to himself: December 6th, there is one thing to pay attention to.