Starting as a Mechanical Hunter

Chapter 648 - 179: Biological Cloud Disk Technology

High-end corporate warfare often only requires the most straightforward methods.

Watering the money tree, snatching legal seals, scratching the car’s rear.

When the Host Brain’s surveillance discovered that the opponent’s ’Brain-Machine Zombie Army’ was advancing towards the two Mechanical Cities, his first reaction wasn’t, ’Holy crap, the zombie army is invading,’ but ’Do these Vinos executives have holes in their heads?’

Oh, right, they indeed have holes in their heads, legitimate primitive Brain-Machine Holes, heretics!

Even Black Python, whose brain doesn’t function too well, couldn’t help but fall into contemplation upon seeing this, hesitantly saying after a long while:

"So many people gathered together, wouldn’t setting up a dozen machine guns solve the problem?"

"Not just machine guns, rocket launchers, atomic bombs, drone formations, satellite positioning weapons, even a few dozen low-level Transformers guarding a street corner would solve the problem instantly."

The Host Brain forcibly complained.

In fact, not just the Host Brain, seeing the densely packed ’Brain-Machine Zombie’ squads on the surveillance video, even Du Mei couldn’t help feeling speechless.

"When I was digging for ’ancient data treasures’, I once watched some movies from the Civilization Era. Once a biohazard outbreak started, those administrators acted as if they lost their minds, not allowing any weapons other than some low-level firearms. They don’t think we’re like that, do they?"

"Head, activate your mechanical peak troops, give them a hard hit."

"Holy crap, Scorpion, those are all ordinary people!" The Host Brain exclaimed in shock.

"Why, won’t you take action against ordinary people?" Du Mei asked strangely.

"No, I was just purely going ’Holy crap’."

The next moment, a dense swarm of Mechanical Bees, armed with various multi-launch weapons, set off grandly.

Right at this moment, a sound came from a holographic projection communicator.

"Is it the Du Gao Group people again?"

"Probably about right, I’ve received three calls in the past hour."

"Should we answer?"

"Of course, we’ll be working together in the future, we need to get along well."

After the holographic projection came out, there was only a human head. It’s not a horror film, nor a Host Brain model, the person’s height was just too short, and the projection equipment too high, only projecting a head.

It could vaguely be seen as a little girl.

The other party got straight to the point:

"Where’s that idiot Gao Gong!?"

"Uh, if the Gao Gong you’re talking about is Mr. G, we’re also in contact with him."

"Is that idiot dead?" the little girl continued to ask.

"Probably not," the Host Brain wiped his sweat and said.

Du Mei wanted to ease the relationship, revealing a gentle smile:

"Little niece, where’s your family, whose child are you?"

"Child your mom, I’m 35! Are you blind?"

Du Mei’s eye twitched hard, this future colleague’s temper is really not small.

"Once Mr. G sends a message, I’ll notify you immediately."

"Let him die!!!"

The Little Woman unceremoniously stretched out her two middle fingers and hung up the holographic projection.

The three of them looked at each other, and finally, it was the Host Brain who dryly spoke:

"The corporate culture of the Du Gao Group is quite open, huh."

Du Mei didn’t get upset because of this, thinking for a bit, then smilingly said, "That’s not a bad thing; think about it, how many subordinates can curse because the boss is missing?"

"You’re right about that."

The Host Brain thought likewise, in these times, such an abnormal company is rare, at least he’s hardly seen any companies that don’t perform ’brain modification’ on employees.

"Perhaps it’s because of military group reasons, focusing on combat capability rather than loyalty."

"Hmm, you guys should take a look."

Black Python’s shout attracted the other two, the Host Brain moved a thought, the screen began rapidly switching, finally freezing on a squad of the ’Zombie Army’.

In the sky opposite them, a black line pierced through the thunderous radiation layer, then transformed into countless terrifying mechanical creatures, compared to drones, their faces were far more menacing, and their firepower much stronger.

Unexpectedly, before they even approached the Zombie Army, these level-30 ’Mechanical Bees’ malfunctioned directly, falling like rain, tens of thousands of Mechanical Bees being wiped out in an instant.

This was the ’Transformer Army’ the Neuro Editing Group had been accumulating for a long time.

Seeing this scene, the three of them remained silent for a long time.

"Why?"

As the Host Brain spoke, Du Mei’s pupils turned black, within the pitch-black pupils, viscous data streams like black liquid emerged.

Within seven steps, fists are quick, beyond seven steps, internet speed is quick.

In fact, within seven steps, internet speed is still quick.

A wisp of fog appeared in reality, the Network Cloud began actively creating an account, this kind of ’cloud disk’ is generally used for online storage.

However, after the ’Electronic Brain Plan’, it also appeared in reality.

Du Mei, or should we say, the world-ranked 11th Super Hacker Scorpion, using a stolen Network Cloud account, suddenly stood in front of the Zombie Squad.

Amidst the thick white mist, a data phantom emerged—a half-human, half-scorpion electronic image, grotesque and eerie. And when the six pairs of electronic compound eyes on her face opened, she saw a shocking scene.

The ’Zombie Squad’ before her disappeared, replaced by a colossal crimson air mass, devoid of any living beings inside, only phantoms of ’artificial data’. These phantoms were expanding, continuously enhancing the computational power of ’cloud computing’, causing the crimson air mass to further expand.

Du Mei immediately understood.

The opponent’s method wasn’t the Zombie Squad, but rather a Network Cloud based on biotechnology.

Cloud storage, cloud computing, cloud backup.

Or you could add one more: Biological Cloud Magnetic Field.

And the more users of this type of cloud technology, the greater the expansion, because its underlying computational logic is ’artificial data’, it’s the ’Electronic Brain’.

Under the blessing of billions of users, the opponent’s computational power would reach an extremely terrifying level.

As if sensing someone was watching, a faint blood aura pierced through the space and arrived in front of ’Scorpion’. ’Scorpion’s’ compound eyes immediately shot out twelve data hack beams, colliding in pairs.

The next moment, the real-world Du Mei staggered violently, falling to the ground, with blood tears streaming from both eyes.

"Wife, what’s wrong, wife!?"

"Don’t be agitated, your wife didn’t die; it’s a rupture of the micro-vessels in her eyes. Strange, your wife is a renowned hacker; what kind of situation would cause this?"

After quite a while, Du Mei finally recovered, her eyes still blurry, but she couldn’t care less and hoarsely recounted her discovery.

Black Python didn’t react much, anyway, he couldn’t understand, while the display of the Host Brain went black from shock, and after rebooting, exclaimed:

"No way, Biotech and cloud disk technology’s joint development technology!?"

"Not only has the biological magnetic field reached SS level, but the network defense also caused instant heavy damage to you, a Super Hacker?"

Du Mei weakly said:

"This level of defense, not to mention missile weapons, even nuclear weapons would fail to cause atomic nuclei to fission, creating more neutrons."

"Energy weapons are the same."

"This level of biological magnetic field can already suppress the microscopic domain."

Du Mei looked at Black Python, barely hesitating, and said:

"Husband, go give it a try!"

Soon, a fully armed Black Python set off, with the monitoring system on him constantly broadcasting the footage.

"Is your husband capable?"

"If he’s not, then we’ll just wait for death; we can’t escape anyway."

"No," the Host Brain thought, "even if he is, do you really plan to have your husband kill millions, even billions of people?

Aren’t you afraid he’ll go rogue and release that Black Dragon? I checked the records, and wow, that guy is ruthless, doesn’t care about anyone, you know why he hid in Puppet City? He was conducting ’religious blood sacrifices’ on the Other Shore of Freedom!"

Du Mei was silent for quite a while before saying, "Regardless, it’s better than dying."

...

Half an hour later, in the footage, Black Python, aboard the fastest flying vehicle, arrived at the marching ’Zombie Squad’.

Unexpectedly, the vehicle crashed into the ground in a nosedive.

And before the vehicle hit the ground, a tall black figure violently broke through the cabin door, landing on the ground, a gigantic phantom casting a shadow akin to a Demon God.

"Tsk tsk, worthy of the legendary ’Black Heaven Dragon’, a freak of Secondary Carbon Fusion.

I’ve heard that Primary Carbon Fusion can absorb the biological magnetic field, expanding one’s energy by hundreds or even thousands of times.

Now it seems Secondary Carbon Fusion probably means ’control over the biological magnetic field’; that dragon isn’t an illusion."

Amidst the Host Brain’s exclamation, a black scale as thick as a basin and large as a bowl covered Black Python from head to claw, including Black Python’s flesh.

Man and dragon seemingly fused perfectly together, their eyes dark as obsidian, their bodies savage.

Their formidable aura even stalled the crimson biological magnetic field.

The next moment, Black Python charged in, his every move—a storm, every strike causing hundreds to fly away, fall to the ground.

The Host Brain watched for a while, uttering a light exclamation, and said:

"Your husband doesn’t kill?"

In the surveillance footage, Black Python’s moves resembled thousands of air currents, directly entering the eyes, ears, mouth, and nose of the ’Brain-Machine Zombies’, suffocating them unconscious, seeming wildly violent yet not causing any deaths.

"Forget killing; he hasn’t even killed a single chicken."

"That’s troublesome then."

Sure enough, as the crimson radiance enveloped Black Python, the blood in the sky grew more dense, condensing into four crimson figures staring coldly at Black Python on the ground.

"Summoning Antivirus Guardian in reality? What level of data intensity?" The Host Brain looked at Du Mei, noticing her face turned extremely grim.

"Cloud Wing Killer Level."

"Cloud Wing!?" The Host Brain’s face turned black again, "That’s the top-level Cyber Killer!"