This sounds pretty meaningful...
Lin Miao slapped the little turtle on the table away, turned around, and walked out of the temporarily constructed room, pulling Lucy, who was waiting at the door.
"Let’s go, there’s a whole mess outside waiting for us to deal with."
The battle between the Voodoo Gang and the players is nearing its end.
The Internet Supervisor is undeniably disappointed with the almost one-sided battle results.
Many of them expected Lin Miao to fall behind in the hacker war and seek their Internet Supervisor for help, earning some money on the side and getting Horizon Corporation to owe a favor. But unexpectedly, the Voodoo Gang didn’t even put up a decent fight, and Sea God ran out of the Sea God subnet into the city network, triggering the Black Wall protocol and getting kicked to death.
Is this the level of those Black guys who’ve been wrangling with us for so long?
It instantly lowered the Internet Supervisor’s prestige, and they had to give up two sets of hacker equipment.
I’m so damn disappointed, I swear.
Does this live up to our expectations?
But complaints aside, Lin Miao managed to eliminate the Voodoo Gang without much effort, showing the Internet Supervisor his strength.
The only minor issue...
When the suit-wearing Internet Supervisor agents followed Lin Miao into the underground tunnel, the path used by players to attack the Voodoo Gang stronghold, the scene suddenly made them unable to hold back.
Looking at the chaotic ground, they simply couldn’t imagine what had happened here.
The Internet Supervisor only helped Lin Miao open the floodgates but never thought Lin Miao would do such a thing with the floodgates.
Inexplicably, they all felt genuine sympathy for the Voodoo Gang hackers hiding here and were deeply shocked by Lin Miao’s extreme methods.
This person must not be offended...
"You all... cough... vomit... won’t... vomit... vomit..."
Just thinking about the scene made Mossley want to puke.
"A tactic to minimize casualties. Our warriors may be courageous and fearless, but we must cherish their lives."
Lin Miao appeared very indifferent, even though he was lying.
Even the players who survived until the end chose to collectively commit suicide after the battle, needing quite some time to heal from this level of psychological trauma.
But the players’ lives were just paper money for him, which he could print anytime and spend without any hesitation.
"You... chose a very unique tactic..."
Mossley couldn’t find anything to say and could only speak to his companions nearby.
"Let’s go, this is the path warriors carved out with their lives."
He was a Haitian, having grown up in the harsh Taiping Continent, but even he could hardly bear a place as appalling as this.
The soft feeling underfoot, one might accidentally step into a puddle, getting their pants wet. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦•𝘯𝘦𝘵
If it’s just water, it’s fine, but the problem is there’s stuff in the water.
After cursing inwardly, he had no choice but to close his eyes and hypnotize himself to see nothing.
However, upon reaching the server room, although the corpses inside had been taken away by the players, seeing the data interfaces tainted with certain strange substances, they couldn’t help but curse.
An agent looked at Mossley with pleading eyes, genuinely unwilling to plug his data cable into this.
Mossley could only give him an encouraging look.
"Come... someone has to do this."
They must check if there are any residual AI left in the Sea God subnet, which is the responsibility of every Internet Supervisor agent.
Many Internet Supervisor agents aren’t afraid of death for network security, yet today they felt a sense of retreat.
While checking the servers with faces akin to death itself, Lin Miao said to Mossley,
"You’re all in this line of work for a reason. If you’re worried about dirty data hiding inside, it’s not good for me to hold onto it. Why not offer you a 75% discount—what do you say about taking this batch of goods away?"
"No, no, these are good items. It’s better for you to keep them for yourself."
Mossley hurriedly shook his head; he wouldn’t take these "seasoned" devices no matter what.
"You must know that for any enterprise to grow big, it needs its own database and servers. Keeping them can save a lot of money. Brigitte and others won’t use defective products, so keeping them is definitely worth the value."
Lin Miao wasn’t willing.
"I always pursue perfectionism. I’m worried about using the Voodoo Gang’s goods myself, and if they get out, you would worry too. Why not consider reluctantly accepting them?"
In normal situations, Mossley would collect the hardware inside, but this time he wouldn’t want them no matter what.
"No, no, we aren’t worried at all; once checked, you can handle them however you wish."
Lin Miao settled for less, "Then offer a lead."
Mossley paused for a moment and had to nod.
"You can sell this batch to Dogtown. I heard that Hansen has a big demand for computer servers recently, possibly wanting to expand his local network. Happily, Slippery is helping him out, so you can ask Michelle for a contact and send the goods over."
"All settled then." Lin Miao was overjoyed, "Besides servers, I also have a batch of hacker implants and regular implants; let them take all."
Soaked in filth, players definitely wouldn’t want them. They didn’t even want to reclaim their own corpses and planned to sell them all to Lin Miao for a low price to get new ones. Now that they found a sucker, better dispose of them all at once.
A dead friend spares a poor priest, Mossley was already mourning for Hansen and Slippery in his heart.
Later, Hansen was inspecting the Voodoo Gang server equipment he had just smuggled at the Gemstone Parking Lot, asking his assistant Yuri nearby.
"Yuri, do you smell something?"
Yuri shrugged, took a deep breath, and frowned.
"Seems like a bit... maybe that idiot is doing his business everywhere again."