As for the technology he has revealed, after discussion by the think tank, it should be concluded as lost technology fished out from the other side of the Black Wall.
After all, Wanderers love to dig things out from those abandoned cities; it’s no surprise what they might dig out.
Miles closed the video and pressed the communication of another laboratory.
After connecting, Miles asked the experiment personnel on the other side
"How’s the progress of Song Zhaomei’s modification experiment?"
"The experiment is currently considered to be going smoothly. Her hacker talents are quite high, and the analysis of the Black Wall is proceeding in an orderly manner."
Miles disliked such ambiguous terms
"Yes." The person said hesitantly, "Recently, the data fluctuations of the Black Wall have been somewhat frequent, but they are still within acceptable ranges."
"Have you found out what’s causing it?"
The experiment personnel thought to themselves, like "damn it", how could they possibly know about the Black Wall, so far they don’t even know how the Black Wall came to be.
The network surveillance personnel who know the inside story are as tight-lipped as anything, and no amount of money can pry their mouths open.
This most powerful data software in human network history seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, suddenly one day dividing the chaotic cyber world into the Old Net and the New Net.
Its power made everyone drool over it.
"Our observer hackers suspect that recent fluctuations might be due to some AI on the loose somewhere trying to collectively breach the Black Wall, and Song Zhaomei, who is linked with the Black Wall, should know something, but we’ll have to wait until she wakes up to find out."
"Make it quick then."
Miles’ voice was very cold
"If necessary, take the necessary measures. I don’t want her to become another failed Little Beidou, understand?"
If the power of the Black Wall could be obtained, even if only a small part, Song Zhaomei could become a bomb that would blow up the networks of the entire West Pacific and several free states on the west coast of the United States. At that time, the army of New America could easily sweep through Night City, even Huang Ban and the European Community would not dare to stop them.
The dark sewers always reeked of a foul stench, a normal person would absolutely not come to such a damp and filthy place if it wasn’t necessary.
Yet Lin Miao’s players continued faithfully with their underground pipe scanning tasks.
Furthermore, there were always various little surprises to be discovered here.
Some old gang smuggled goods, either because the gangs were wiped out, leaving things here that no one collected, or they themselves forgot they left stuff here.
From firearms to prosthetics, anything might be found, though not highly valuable, they could count as a small surprise for the players during their journeys.
Or some shady gang hideouts, drug manufacturing plants.
For example, the drug den found by [Parental Voucher], located in the sewers of the Coronado farm.
Under the flickering dim lights, seven or eight thugs from the Sixth Street Gang, wearing masks, used chemical instruments themselves, manufacturing the currently hottest drug in Night City—Glitter, in the remade abandoned sewers.
Parental Voucher was wearing a custom uniform made with all the money he earned in the game Flash Save.
Though it wasn’t the Arkham bat suit he dreamed of, it was still an asylum suit made of bulletproof fibers and plates.
Of course, aside from some bulletproof function, it had no other use. In those mechanics’ eyes, spending tens of thousands of Eurobucks on this suit, one must be either mad or insane.
And that big mech, something costing tens of thousands of Eurobucks, ended up being used by maids to serve drinks in bars.
This bunch of people had issues with their heads.
Parental Voucher pretended to pull up the cloak behind him to cover his mouth, saying in a purposely hoarse voice
The Sword Saint behind him kicked him on the leg, "Alright, Orphan Cup Noodle, hurry up and get moving, stop showing off here."
The Voucher chuckled and then immediately straightened his face, coughed twice, lowered the cloak, aimed at the ventilation duct on the wall ahead, and climbed up the wall in two quick steps, opened the grille, and drilled inside.
As one of the Stealth Department players, his infiltration was much better compared to Brother Ni, who always got discovered.
Or it could be said that only Brother Ni was the odd one out, he was about to master it, yet still couldn’t hide.
Crawling along the ventilation duct all the way to right above the drug den, he didn’t make a single sound, quietly observing the entire layout of the den, and then quietly reported to Sword Saint and the others outside. Chapters first released on novel[f]ire.net
"Three on the left, five on the right, four rifles, two shotguns, two pistols, seems like there’s a boss and two henchmen, looks a bit formidable."
"What do you think, do we take them on?"
Sword Saint, who was initially worried about being outnumbered, felt relieved to hear it’s only eight people
"Go! You start, we’ll rush in right away."
Upon hearing they were going to attack, Parental Voucher felt a surge of excitement.
How long had he waited for this day?
This game could realize his dream!
First, observe the terrain below, equipment positions, enemy fire distribution, and line of sight blind spots, all of which were taught in infiltration tutorials.
Then find the right position and wait for the moment.
A mohawk underling carrying a basin with sticky white liquid looked a bit flustered
"Boss, this batch has been sitting for over two hours and still won’t solidify."
Wearing a cowboy hat, a stubbled man with a cigar hanging from his mouth came over to the production line, picked up a small spoonful of powder close to his nose to sniff, then spread it on a tray, stuck his cigar into the powder.