Don’t underestimate this camera—though its pixel count is far lower than today’s digital cameras or ocular implants, it uses pure physical means for imaging. Network hackers and AI can’t tamper with real optical reactions, greatly ensuring the photo’s authenticity rather than AI composition.
In several photos, Gloria could clearly see some agents in Internet Supervisor uniforms entering the ERO Hospital.
Meanwhile, in the underground parking lot, an ambulance with the license plate CA834N was undergoing modifications.
The other photos were similar; Gloria found a lot of useful information from them.
For example, a portable radar, looking much like a radiator, was being installed on the roof of the ambulance by a group of technicians.
"Good, they are indeed targeting the Sea God subnet. I wasn’t wrong; the company is full of despicable bastards."
Gloria’s voice was filled with anger, along with the grievances of being blamed by the public these days.
Clearly, I’ve been exhausting all efforts for the Voodoo Gang’s future, trying every way to enter Cyberspace and become data lifeforms. Why can’t you understand?
Isn’t it just that life is a bit tough?
Why can’t you endure?
Endure it and won’t it be over?
If you can’t endure, you can take painkillers; it’s not like you’ll die.
Neptune seemed hesitant
"Notify Placid, tell him about this?"
Gloria shook her head
If it were a few days ago, she might have done so, but now she already suspected Placid of betraying her, becoming the company’s pawn.
The rumor might have been spread by him; after all, it was only the two of them speaking back then.
"Placid is not worthy of our trust right now; telling him might leak the information to the company’s people."
Neptune nodded and said nothing further.
His reaction made Gloria very satisfied. He was just one of the many hackers the gang cultivated but stood out among the new generation due to his talent in hacking. Gloria then considered grooming him to be a confidant. Now, it seemed he might replace Placid.
"Whether Placid is deceived or not, we have to expose these people’s real faces in public and let everyone know that the company is not to be trusted."
"They’re just beasts greedily sucking the people’s blood in reality."
"Qatar, you take people to the free clinic tent and wait. Once they start the free clinic, take action. Publicly dismantle the military radar, and take these photos to show everyone."
The female hacker called Qatar nodded, ready to take the photos from the table, but Gloria suddenly stopped as her eyes fell on the license plate photo.
She picked up the license plate photo, staring at Neptune, said
"I want to check the driving trajectory of this ambulance on the city surveillance network, just in case. Wait for my notification before taking action."
"Hey, hey, hey, folks, neighbors, family, friends, we’re back again, oh!"
Coming to the Haitian residential area for a free clinic had become the most anticipated event among the players. Over the past four days, their experience levels soared.
Unlike during internships at the ERO Hospital, where most of the time they could only observe on the side, with limited hands-on experience leading to slow experience growth, unable to fully utilize the skill point framework from leveling up.
We need more of these activities in the future!
Save! Save! Save! Save! Save! Save! Save!
Nature nurtures all things to sustain the people; the people should respond with complete goodness to repay nature.
Good people should be saved, bad people should be saved, poor people should be saved, rich people should be saved—that’s what being well-rounded means.
If combat players aspire to become the King of the Great West, dedicated to divine selection,
then medical players are all gunning for Nightingale and Bai Qiu’en.
If a person dies, they would be more heartbroken than the deceased’s relatives.
The white experience is gone.
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If it weren’t for the violation of the merit farming mechanism, they’d really want to tie people up in the basement, let combat players beat them to the brink of death, then heal them, and repeat relentlessly to create a perpetual experience farming machine.
So when they saw nearly a hundred Haitians crowding around, the residents among them all wore a farmer’s satisfied smile.
This is simply a bunch of self-moving chives running to the chopping board. Where else can you find chives this obedient?
Compared to the first two days, a few local doctors came to assist at the free clinic camp, while Gloria and Mann went about their own business.
However, due to strong resistance from the players, local doctors could only handle some nursing or help with the medication work; genuine hands-on tasks were not to be done by them. It seemed like letting them treat a patient would cost the players their lives.
Nonetheless, with their participation, although the experience gained from a single patient decreased slightly, the overall efficiency significantly improved, so the players had nothing to complain about.
"Come, come, come, you’re the first one today."
The resident waved at a skinny child who stood at the front of the line, signaling him to enter the tent.
"Let me see what’s bothering you."
Although there were substantial prejudices against dark-skinned people, viewing them as uneducated, lazy, with high crime rates, only good for physical strength and nothing else.
But after these few days of interaction, the residents felt they were quite pitiful, lacking fair educational opportunities, suffering from corrupt and incompetent officials, and abandoned in lawless areas with zero medical and infrastructural conditions. They could only take painkillers when sick and barely survive through illegal means.