Military training chips from official channels...
On the black market, these things can fetch thousands of bucks a piece.
Especially Arasaka — unlike Military Science with its military-industrial roots, Arasaka is from the security industry. Arasaka agents who have undergone rigorous training are top-notch wherever they go, highly favored by the elite.
It’s understandable that their employees would take this stuff out to sell.
Selling to the Tiger Claws gang makes even more sense. Neon companies and the Neon Gang — he’d only believe they’re not sticking together if pigs could fly.
"How do you know about this?"
Lucy took out a chip. Clearly, this was intelligence she gathered while doing her old job.
If it were in the past, Lucy might have glanced at it and tossed it aside. What did an Arasaka employee’s dealings with the Tiger Claws have to do with her? At most, she’d find an intermediary to sell the information.
Saying he doesn’t want it would be a lie. This thing is like a book of experience. Although it can’t train the player’s muscle memory, it can make the player proficient in operating firearms or any other skills. Not wanting it would be absurd.
But he’s just afraid there’s a trap in here.
Lin Miao glanced down, from the neon sign into the alley, right up to the club entrance; it was full of Tiger Claw members. Next door was a repair shop — obviously family, given how heavily guarded the entrance was, not to mention inside the club.
In a V-shaped passageway, the club is in the deepest part. Both paths are watched by Tiger Claw members, and who knows how many underlings are around. You can get in, but you can’t get out.
Even if he called all nine players as cannon fodder, they wouldn’t make it through the front door even if they died trying.
"Why are you telling me this? If you want the client dead, you could just push me off here; it’d be faster."
"Are you scared? You can also give up, you know."
Lucy had Qiwei take her to look at the small town on Stone Ridge Mountain from afar. A group of naive kids repairing houses with their bare hands, plus Lin Miao, this relic seemingly unearthed from underground, with a suicidal dream — it’s like slamming the pedal to the metal, driving straight to the cliff’s edge.
She didn’t know what she wanted to do, nor did she know why she would actively contact the other party after learning this information. She just felt the other party might need this.
"Of course, if you ask me....."
She turned around, only to see the other party already donning a bulletproof helmet, pulling two pistols from a long bag and tucking them at his waist. He even had a shotgun slung across his back, ready to charge forward.
"You know, men are the most easily provoked creatures in this world, especially by challenges like winning or losing."
Lucy hurriedly grabbed this guy ready to cosplay a United States soldier savior. "Are you trying to die?"
Lin Miao spread his hands, looking innocent, "Aren’t you sending me to die?"
"I..." Lucy found herself utterly helpless against this guy in front of her. After gritting her teeth, she could only ask, "Do you actually want to do it or not?"
"Do it. Why not do it? There’s no reason not to when it’s handed to you." After confirming Lucy wasn’t trying to screw him over, Lin Miao looked at the heavily guarded bar below and asked, "But the question is how to do it."
"Then follow my lead! Fifty-fifty split after the job’s done."
Lucy shot a glare at Lin Miao, pulled a data cable from her hand, and plugged it into the nape of Lin Miao’s neck. Lin Miao’s vision blurred, shifting from his body to a corner, looking diagonally down at the clubs’ dazzling lights inside.
"I left a back door in the club’s surveillance system, can you see it?"
This reconnaissance ability right here.
Lin Miao was filled with envy. If there were truly professions in this world, then hackers would undoubtedly be a tier-0 overlord.
Lucy seriously explained, "Listen carefully; the stuff is in Zhengfa Chengtailang’s bedroom on the third floor. The first floor is the most heavily guarded. We can’t storm our way in, the only way is to access Chengtailang’s bedroom from the third-floor balcony, but you’ll need to quietly eliminate the guard on the balcony there."
The Arasaka employees are mostly Trauma Team members; even a scratch would have the Trauma Team arriving in a hover car to rescue them.
Plus, this is Tiger Claws’ territory; trying to rob it openly is a death wish.
Just from this limited perspective, there are six security guards standing in this small club, with pistols glaringly holstered at their waists. Two of them are tall, clearly having a lot of cybernetics installed.
"What about the surveillance? Isn’t that monitored twenty-four seven? Even if you shut it down, someone would immediately notice something’s off."
"Heh..." Lucy seemed to think Lin Miao underestimated the so-called hackers. "I’ll hack into their surveillance program, intercept a segment of daily footage, and play it on a loop. They won’t notice anything wrong for a while."
In the next few minutes, the scene in front of him changed consecutively from the first floor to the second, then to the third. The Phoenix Club’s entire defensive forces, guests, rooms, were all exposed to Lucy and Lin Miao.
The third floor had the fewest people, yet it housed two or three automated defense cannons and a slew of cameras. The scene was particularly gruesome, with two dissected corpses lying horizontally on the operating table, internal organs entirely removed, and limbs stripped to just a layer of skin.
Evidently, the organs and cybernetics of the deceased had become Tiger Claws’ merchandise.
Truly a bunch of CS in CS.
What? You say I’m involved too?
I’m merely making these wicked bastards become useful individuals for the new world as a form of redemption, and they don’t even need to buy a redemption ticket. They should thank me!
Also, hackers are really impressive, what is this cyber god?